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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 on14h

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hello owo i miss u all

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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.

if you would like my discord or something send me a dm!

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

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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. 

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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

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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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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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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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you had been the kindest person zuko has ever known

you cooked for the whole group every evening when the sun dipped low and the fire crackled softly between you all. everyone got a share, but zuko’s plate always held a little more rice, an extra piece of roasted fish, or the crispest vegetables you saved from the bottom of the pot. he pretended not to see it at first, but his eyes kept drifting back to that quiet extra care, warm and steady like the tea uncle iroh used to brew just for him.

when you and katara washed the group’s clothes by the river, you never sighed or rolled your eyes at his things the way you sometimes did with aang’s torn and muddy robes or sokka’s crusty pants. instead you hummed a little tune under your breath and scrubbed his fire nation tunic with the same gentle patience you gave your own. once he caught you folding his cloak with extra care, smoothing out every wrinkle before tucking it neatly into his pack while the others bundles sat in loose, hurried piles. you never mentioned it. you just did it.

at night when the camp grew quiet, you always made sure his blanket was shaken out and laid closer to the fire than anyone else’s, so the chill that still lingered in his skin wouldn’t bite quite so hard. you slipped small comforts into his things without a word. a smooth river stone you’d warmed in your palm, a sprig of sweet herbs you said reminded you of calmer days, or a tiny bundle of fruit you claimed was “extra from trading.” each one felt like a secret you’d keep only for him.

when the group practiced bending or sparred, you watched him with quiet pride instead of fear or pity. after a particularly rough session where his flames flickered too wild from old anger, you brought him cool water and a soft cloth, pressing it to his forehead without being asked. your touch was light, almost hesitant, but it stayed there long enough for him to feel the kindness sink into his skin.

you listened when he spoke. very truly listened. one quiet evening by the embers, when the others had drifted to sleep, zuko finally let the words tumble out. at first it was clumsy and raw, but eventually he spoke, about the palace, about the deafening silence that surrounded him even when servants bowed, about how no one ever looked at him like he was just a boy who needed to be loved. he told you how lonely the palace felt even with so many people, how his sister’s glare cut sharper than any blade, how his father’s gaze made him feel smaller than the dust under his shoes. 

and when he finished, voice cracking like thin ice, you didn’t shrug or offer empty comfort. your eyes filled with tears that spilled over, and you whispered, “you were just a child… how could someone do something so cruel to a child?”

he had never heard those words before. not from anyone.

you could have said it was the way of the world. you could have reminded him that your own past carried bruises just as deep, maybe deeper, scars you rarely spoke of. instead you reached out and took his hand in both of yours, warm and steady, and said, “listen to me zuko. right now and forever, i’m here for you. because i want to be here. because you matter to me.”

that night something inside his chest shifted, small and fragile and terrifyingly bright. he had grown up knowing only the sharp edges of power, the cold absence of his mother, the calculated disdain of his sister, and the burning disappointment of his father. familial love had been barely an atom, flickering out before he could ever hold it. uncle iroh’s gentle wisdom had been the single flame keeping him from freezing entirely.

but you… you chose kindness — you chose him.

you chose to pack his things with perfect folds while the others’ bundles looked like wham bam thank you ma’am. you chose to save the ripest berries for his share when foraging. you chose to sit beside him on watch, sharing silence that felt safe instead of empty. you chose to mend the tear in his sleeve with tiny, careful stitches. you chose to smile at him across the campfire like he was someone worth smiling at. you chose to defend him gently when sokka teased too hard, turning the moment into something light instead of sharp. you chose to remember the stories he told about his mother and ask about her on quiet mornings, letting him speak her name without it hurting quite so much.

every small act stacked like kindling around the lonely boy still living inside the scarred young man. and zuko, who had known no love at all, felt the first warm sparks of something new catching inside him, slow, sweet and undeniable.

you had taught zuko what unconditional love even meant, drop by drop, day by day, ever since that strange afternoon in the woods when he wore the blue mask and you were just a girl searching for medicine to help your friends. he still remembered the exact way your voice sounded, scared but steady, explaining why you were there. from that moment his heart, began learning how to beat properly, how to open, how to love without fear of being burned.

and after everything… after the war, after the long hard road to respite, he knew without any doubt that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life loving.

so in the quiet garden on the outskirts of the palace, the one his mother used to take him to when their family felt too heavy, he dropped to one knee among the blooming fire lilies and asked, voice barely above a whisper,

“will you marry me?”

you laughed, quiet and surprised, which made his ears turn a shade of pink and his hands tremble just a little. you explained, still smiling, that he never even asked you to be his girlfriend. 

but then you said yes anyway, 

and something inside him clicked into place. like the final piece of a long broken puzzle. since that day he had been closer to enlightenment than he ever thought possible, simply because it was you.

you loved him through every storm. when the nightmares came and he woke drenched in sweat, gasping for air, you were already there, arms sliding around him without hesitation, holding him close until his breathing evened out. you fetched him cool water, pressed damp rags to his forehead, whispered gentle words of encouragement against his hair until the ghosts retreated. when old memories rose up and he snapped without meaning to, you never flinched. you simply waited, then took his hands and reminded him he was safe now, that he was allowed to be human. every outburst, every shaky moment, you met with patience and understanding that still left him in quiet awe.

because you chose to love him like that, he chose, every single day, to love you the same way in return. 

his version of love was soft, awkward, and brand new, like learning to walk again in uncharted territory, but it was entirely his. and he was grateful you allowed him this chance.

he built a statue of you in one of the palace courtyards, even though you had politely declined the idea at first. when you finally saw it, nervous at the grandness, you noticed the inscription at the base: “the woman who triumphed our family curse.” the words made your eyes sting with happy tears.

he named the new women’s school after you, the one dedicated to teaching young firebenders and earthbenders and waterbenders how to use their gifts to heal the world instead of harm it. he remembered every quiet conversation you had shared about wanting to guide girls who dreamed of doing better, and he made it real. when he told you, you cried again, touched that he had remembered that dream so carefully in his heart.

but it wasn’t only the grand gestures. it was the everyday care that made your chest feel warm and full.

he always wrapped his arms around you softly yet protectively whenever you walked through crowded streets or busy halls, because you had once mentioned how much you disliked feeling swallowed by too many people. his body became your shield, one hand resting gently at the small of your back, the other curled around your waist, guiding you through the noise while his warmth kept the world at a comfortable distance.

when you sat together in the evenings reading or hes able to get respite from politics, he would carefully lift your feet into his lap without a word, his scarred hands surprisingly tender as he massaged away the ache from long days of walking or helping others. his thumbs moved in slow, careful circles, working out every knot while he watched your face to make sure the pressure was just right, never too hard, never rushing. it became one of your favorite unspoken rituals, the way he poured all his quiet devotion into making sure even the smallest discomforts melted under his touch.

and every night before sleep, no matter how late the duties of the fire lord kept him, he would pull you close under the heavy silk blankets, tucking your head beneath his chin so your ear rested right over his heart. one arm stayed wrapped securely around your shoulders, the other hand tracing lazy, soothing patterns along your spine or brushing stray hairs from your forehead. he held you like you were something precious gold, his breathing slow and steady against your hair, until both of you drifted off wrapped in the same safe, warm cocoon he had never known he could create for someone else.

but of course,

his favorite way to show his love had always been the way he adorned your body,  such as this particular day.

you had just finished your evening routine, the soft silk robe hugging your frame and slipping gently off one shoulder, exposing a sliver of warm skin that caught the low lantern light. zuko stepped out of the bath, droplets still tracing lazy paths down his chest and shoulders, a towel slung low around his hips. the moment he rounded the corner into your shared chambers and saw you there, he stopped dead in his tracks, breath catching in his throat.

he murmured your name, voice low and rough with something deeper than exhaustion.

your smile bloomed in the mirror, soft and knowing. you set the little powder puff down on the vanity and turned to face him, the movement making the robe shift just a little more. “hi honey,” you said gently, eyes warm with affection. “how was the meeting?”

“it was okay,” he answered, stepping closer, “i’m hopeful. but, i’m exhausted.” he leaned down, intending to press a kiss to your forehead, one hand brushing his damp hair back so it wouldn’t drip onto you. you tilted your face up to meet him halfway, and instead your lips found his in a quiet, lingering touch.

he smiled against your mouth, the tension in his shoulders easing just from that single connection. “how was your day?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper as he pulled back only enough to look at you.

“it was good,” you replied, reaching up to trace a thumb along his jaw. “really good.”

his gaze softened, then darkened with that familiar, tender hunger. he dipped his head again, this time pressing slow kisses along the side of your neck, warm and unhurried. his hands found your shoulders, thumbs working in gentle circles to massage away the day’s quiet weight, kneading the muscles with careful strength while his lips continued their soft exploration.

“you feel so good under my hands,” he breathed against your skin, the words vibrating through you. every touch was deliberate, sweet, like he was reminding himself that you were real, that you were his, that he was allowed to love you like this.

the robe slipped a little further down your shoulder as his fingers trailed lower, tracing the line of your collarbone with light strokes. he kissed the newly exposed skin, slow and lingering, then moved back up to capture your lips again, deeper this time.

his palms slid down your arms, then back up, coaxing the robe to loosen even more until it pooled loosely around your waist. he didn’t rush. he never rushed with you. instead he savored every sigh you gave him, every small shift of your body toward his, learning you all over again with every caress.

“let me take care of you tonight,” he whispered, forehead resting gently against yours, eyes half-lidded and full of quiet devotion. his hands roamed lower.

he put his arms under your knees, around your back, tilting you gently before lifting you up in a smooth carry. you wrapped your arm around his neck and yelped in surprise, laughing softly as you were caught off guard by the sudden lift, your robe slipping even more as you clung to him.

he carried you the few steps to the bed with careful, steady strides, his hold warm and protective, then laid you down on the silk sheets

he unraveled your robe with slow, aching fingers, letting the fabric fall open and pool around you so he could see every inch of skin he loved so much.

you said his name softly, almost like a sigh, “zuko…”

he leaned down right away, pressing his lips to the curve of your neck in a warm, lingering kiss. then he took a big inhale of you, slow and deep, then let the breath out against your skin like he needed it to steady himself. a low groan slipped from his throat, vibrating into you as his hand found your thigh again, squeezing gently before rubbing the spot in long, soothing strokes.

“you always smell so good,” he murmured, voice rough with quiet praise, lips brushing your pulse.

you giggled, the sound light and happy as his kisses kept trailing along your neck. “zuko, you’re tickling me,” you whispered between soft laughs, one hand threading into his still damp hair.

he shook his head a little, smiling against your skin without pulling away. “good,” he teased gently, voice low and devoted, “i like hearing you laugh while i take care of you.” his mouth moved lower then, kissing a slow path from your neck to your collarbone, then down to the center of your sternum, each press of his lips soft and intentional. 

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, lips grazing just below your belly button. “all mine… and i get to love you every night.” his hands slid up your sides, thumbs tracing gentle circles over your ribs while he kissed lower still, taking his time, savoring every little shiver he pulled from you. “tell me if it feels good, okay? i want to make you feel perfect.”

you let out another soft giggle mixed with a pleased hum, fingers tightening in his hair. “it already feels perfect… you always know how to touch me.”

he looked up at you through his lashes, eyes dark and full of that sweet devotion, and gave you one more kiss right at the dip of your hip. “because i love learning every part of you,” he said quietly, voice warm with honesty. “every sound you make… every way you move for me.”

his hands gently parted your thighs, palms warm and careful as he settled between them, shoulders flexing under the lantern light. he kissed the inside of one thigh first, then the other, slow and teasing, working his way closer while his breath ghosted over your skin. he glanced up at you again, cheeks flushed, that soft smile still playing on his lips.

“i’ve been thinking about this all day,” he admitted, pressing one last open mouthed kiss just above where you needed him most. “just… letting me taste you. letting me make you feel good.”

then he leaned in, tongue tracing a slow, devoted stripe along your clit and your breath catches. he groaned softly at the first taste of you, eyes fluttering half closed like it was the best thing he had ever known, and kept going, slow and sweet and utterly focused on you.

he started with short, teasing licks, light flicks of his tongue against your clit that made your hips twitch and a soft gasp slip from your lips. each one was deliberate, playful, like he was savoring the way your breath hitched every time he pulled back just enough to make you want more.

“i love how you react to me,” he murmured against your skin, voice warm and low, before leaning in again with those quick little strokes, teasing you open slowly, devotedly. his hands stayed attentive the whole time, palms stroking up and down the soft skin of your thighs in long, soothing glides, thumbs tracing gentle circles that matched the rhythm of his tongue.

then he shifted, going slower, a little heavier, pressing the flat of his tongue against you in languid, thorough drags that had your back arching clean off the bed with a shaky moan. he hummed in quiet satisfaction, the vibration sending sparks through you, because by now he considered himself a master of your tells: the way your fingers tightened in his hair when it felt just right, the little hitch in your breathing, the way your thighs trembled around him. he read every one of them like they were written just for him.

while he kept licking you, his hands guided your legs gently, lifting them to drape over his shoulders and around the back of his head so you could pull him even closer whenever the pleasure swelled. the new angle made everything feel impossibly good, his warm breath and soft groans mixing with your own quiet sounds until the room filled with nothing but the two of you.

his palms slid upward, slowly cupping both of your breasts with careful warmth. he gave them soft, loving squeezes, thumbs brushing over your nipples in gentle circles that matched the rhythm of his tongue, drawing another broken moan from you. his groans grew a little deeper, vibrating right into your core, the sound of his pleasure tangling sweetly with yours.

you looked down at him through teary eyes, cheeks flushed, lips parted on a soft whimper, and the sight of you like that, so open and overwhelmed and trusting, hit him so hard he had to squeeze his eyes shut tight. a low, desperate groan tore from his throat as he buried himself even deeper into your pussy, tongue working you with renewed devotion, like he needed to lose himself there before the ache in his own body could overwhelm him.

“you’re so perfect,” he whispered against you between long, heavy licks, voice rough with love and restraint. “just let me take care of you… let me make you feel everything.” his hands stayed on your breasts, squeezing softly, thumbs teasing, while his mouth never stopped, slow and sweet. utterly focused on pulling every trembling sound from your lips.

you whined his name in a soft, desperate groan, hips rolling toward his mouth without thinking. “zuko… please, it feels so good,” you gasped, voice breaking on the words as a quiet curse slipped out, “oh fuck, zuko…”

he stayed silent, completely focused, the only sounds in the room were the gentle rhythm of his tongue and the soft, slick noises of his mouth against you mixed with your breathy moans. he shifted lower then, licking your entrance over and over in long, devoted strokes, lapping up every drop of wetness that had started to flow for him like it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.

his hands slid down from your breasts, palms warm and a little rough from years of training and firebending, stroking along your labia with slow, careful touches that made your whole body feel weak and trembling. the contrast of his rugged hands against your soft, sensitive skin was heavenly, sending sparks up your spine with every gentle glide of his fingers.

he looked up just in time to watch your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy, lashes fluttering, lips parted on another shaky moan, and the sight made his breath hitch against you. still he didn’t speak; he simply pressed deeper, tongue working you with quiet desperation 

then, he eased one finger inside you, listening so carefully to the soft gasp that left your lips, savoring the way your walls fluttered around him and the warm, perfect feel of you. he pumped it gently, in and out in unhurried strokes, curling just enough to find that spot that made your thighs tense around his shoulders.

his mouth returned to your clit, sucking softly now, lips closing around the sensitive bud while he kept fingering you with that same saintly patience. as time stretched sweet and slow between you he added a second finger, then a third, stretching you open so gently, so perfectly, every movement measured to draw out more of those pretty sounds from your throat.

he groaned quietly into you only once, humming through your core, but otherwise he kept going, tongue and fingers never faltering, slow heavy licks circling your clit while those three fingers pumped deep and steady inside you, curling just right against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. your walls started to flutter, squeezing around him tighter and tighter, and when the pleasure finally bloomed your whole body shook with it, thighs trembling around his shoulders as you cried out his name in a broken, breathless moan, “zuko… oh my god, zuko—”

he felt every pulse, every shiver, drinking you down like he could never get enough, only pulling back when the last aftershock rippled through you. he kissed his way up your body, slow and saccharine, until he hovered over you, lips finding yours in a deep, open mouthed kiss. you groaned into it, tasting yourself on his tongue, and he swallowed the sound like it was honey.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your mouth, voice rough and full of awe, one hand cupping your flushed cheek while the other stroked your side in soothing circles. “doing so well for me, my love… you came so perfectly, just like that. i could stay between your legs forever if you let me.”

his praise was soft and coddling at first, gentle little murmurs pressed between kisses, but the longer he held you the more it shifted, heat building low and heavy between you. his lips moved against yours again, slower this time, deeper, tongue sliding in to taste you properly while his breath grew hot and ragged. the kiss turned hungry, intimate and wet, little gasps and sighs mixing as he tilted his head to get even closer, like he needed to breathe you in. your hands slid up his bare back, nails grazing lightly, and he groaned low into your mouth, the sound vibrating through both of you.

he pulled back just enough to reach down and loosen the towel still wrapped around his waist, letting it fall away completely. his cock sprang free, hard and flushed, brushing warm against your thigh as he shifted. without breaking the kiss he moved you over, wrapping your legs around his waist with gentle hands, palms sliding down the backs of your thighs to hook them snugly in place as he pressed forward and finally entered you, slow and careful, inch by inch until he was buried deep. the stretch of him made you squeeze around his cock instantly, tight and perfect, and he groaned low against your mouth, forehead dropping to yours.

“gentle love… gentle,” he breathed, voice strained and husky, hips stilling for a moment while he fought for control. “ease up… you’ll make me cum too fast if you keep doing that.”

you nodded quickly, eyes glassy with pleasure, and forced your body to relax around him just enough. he let out a shaky exhale and started stroking again, long slow pumps in and out that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. his golden eyes stayed locked on yours the whole time, never looking away, like he needed to watch every flicker of feeling cross your face while he moved.

then his hand slid up, cupping the back of your neck gently, fingers threading into your hair as he pulled you up softly to meet him. he kissed you deep and hungry, tongues sliding together while he let the last thread of restraint slip. carnal need took over for one perfect moment and he thrust hard once, a single powerful snap of his hips that punched the air from your lungs and made you moan into his mouth.

he pulled back just enough to chuckle, soft and low and a little breathless, the sound rumbling warm from the corner of his lips as they stayed pressed to yours. “sorry… couldn’t help it,” he whispered, already easing back into that sweet, steady pace, rolling his hips in deep, measured strokes that kept you both right on the edge of too much.

every other kiss he pulled away just far enough to murmur against your lips, voice rough with love and heat. “does that feel good?” another slow thrust, another kiss. “yeah? that feet good?” his mouth found yours again, wet and open, before he breathed, “oh baby… you feel so good around me… so so perfect.”

he kept that slow, deep rhythm for a little longer, hips rolling into you with the same worshipful patience, every stroke dragging deliciously against your walls until you were both breathing in the same shaky rhythm. his forehead stayed pressed to yours, eyes half lidded, drinking in every flutter of your lashes and every soft sound you made for him.

then something inside him shifted, the heat building too sweetly to hold back anymore. his pace started to quicken, thrusts growing a little faster, a little harder, still careful but now edged with that raw need he only ever let show when he was buried inside you like this. he breathed your name against your lips, voice low and rough, like saying it grounded him.

the faster he moved the more your name slipped out, tumbling from his mouth between kisses and gasps. every snap of his hips drew it out again, sweeter and more desperate, until it became a quiet chant pressed into your skin. his hand stayed cradled at the back of your neck, holding you close so he could kiss you through every thrust, tongues sliding slow and filthy while his body worked you open with building intensity.

“you feel so good… so good around me,” he groaned, the words breaking on a shaky exhale as he sped up even more, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the quiet room alongside your mingled moans. his free hand slid down to grip your hip, fingers digging in just enough to keep you anchored to him while he drove deeper, faster, chasing the way your walls fluttered and squeezed every time he hit that perfect spot inside you.

he kissed you harder then, open mouthed and breathless, pulling back only to whisper your name again. “baby… look at me,” he panted, eyes never leaving yours even as sweat beaded along his scar and his rhythm turned perfectly filthy. every thrust now punched little gasps from your throat, his cock dragging so deliciously deep that your toes curled and your back arched up into him.

“that’s it… just like that…” his voice cracked with how good it felt, the sound of your name growing more frequent, more wrecked the harder he fucked into you, like he needed to taste it on his tongue while he lost himself in your body. 

his hips snapped forward with wet, rhythmic sounds, pace relentless now but still so full of love. your name falling from his lips like a broken mantra, until you cried out his name loud and desperate, back arching hard as you gasped, “please zuko… cum inside me… please—”

he unraveled right there, eyes widening as his rhythm stuttered for half a second. “baby… are you sure??” he panted, voice wrecked and breathless, still driving into you deep and steady like he couldn’t stop even while asking.

you nodded frantically, tears of pleasure slipping down your cheeks as you begged, “yes please… please breed me zuko… i want your kids so bad… i want you to fill me up—”

that did it. the words hit him like appa(sorry). a raw groan tore from his throat, half cry, half sob of pure overwhelmed love, and he buried his face against your neck for one shaky second before he sped up, thrusts turning faster, deeper, but still so gentle with you, like even in the middle of losing control he refused to be anything but careful with your body.

he watched your face the whole time, golden eyes locked on yours, making sure every deep stroke felt perfect and that he wasn’t ruining your night routine, and never wanting to ruin even a single moment of your comfort. 

his cock dragged so deliciously inside you, hitting that spot over and over until your walls squeezed around him again, tight and fluttering, pulling another broken moan from him.

“please baby… i’m gonna cum—” he whispered, voice cracking, hips losing their perfect rhythm just a little as he teetered right on the edge.

you grabbed his face with both hands, pulling him down closer until his forehead rested against yours, and he let you, desperate and needy. his lips found yours in a messy, breathless kiss, all tongue, heat,  and love as he finally came hard, hips jerking forward one last time while he emptied himself deep inside you, pulse after warm pulse filling you exactly like you’d begged him to.

he kept kissing you through it, soft desperate sounds vibrating into your mouth, hands cradling your head like you were the most precious thing in the world while his body shook with the force of it. even then he stayed gentle, hips rolling in slow little aftershocks, making sure every drop stayed right where you wanted it, right where it belonged. and you wrapped yourself so tight around him.

“i love you… i love you so much,” he breathed against your lips between kisses, still buried deep, still holding you close like he never wanted to let go.  

a few months later,

the palace gardens felt like a dream under the warm afternoon sun. you sat comfortably under a wide awning with katara beside you, both of you gently cradling your rounded bellies as a soft breeze drifted across the lake. in the distance aang, sokka, and zuko stood near the water’s edge close to the beautiful statue that had been built in your honor, talking and laughing about something you couldn’t quite hear.

katara let out a soft giggle, her hand resting on her bump. “i can’t believe we got pregnant at the same time,” she said warmly, eyes sparkling with joy.

you giggled back, leaning your head toward her. “i know… it feels like fate. do you already know the name?”

she nodded, smiling brightly. “yes. let’s say it at the same time?”

you both counted down together, voices light and playful. “three… 

two…

one…”

“izumi,” 

“bumi,”

you both paused, then let out a sweet “aww” in unison before dissolving into quiet, happy laughter, the sound floating gently through the garden.

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anywhos...!! here is an update of the stories i've got brewin so far 2 zuko (both fluff/smut) 1 aang (fluff/smut) 1 sokka (fluff/smut)

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