Hello~ so it would seem y'all liked that previous Zuko post....so here's the next 🤪
Zuko x Black reader | thicc black reader | aftercare| Zuko on some freak shit| fluff| hair appreciation
As insatiable as Zuko was, he is incredibly sweet. He loves taking care of you... In more ways than one~
As the morning light trickled through the heavy crimson curtains, spilling across your face and rousing you from sleep, the first sight to bless you was the heavy-lidded gaze of Zuko. His black hair was a messy silk crown, spilling across his sweat-dampened chest in a beautiful tangle. He felt as warm as a furnace beside you, and as he slowly shifted, muscles rippling with each waking stretch.
"Good morning, my love." He murmured, his voice as deep and gravelly as low-burning embers. "How was your sleep?"
A small grimace touched your lips as your hands, still restrained by the silk sash, began to ache from the night’s long exertion.
Well, this is awkward," you mused, a yawn escaping you as you sat up. Only to realize, he was still buried deep inside you and hard as stone. Arching a brow, you fixed him with an exasperated stare. "How are you possibly still this solid? It’s been an entire night?".
Zuko simply shrugged, a cheeky smile gracing his lips. "Morning wood," he murmured fingers finally unraveling the silk binds from your wrist.
As you rolled your shoulders, he placed a lingering kiss to yohr pulse. "I must be the luckiest man alive to wave up to you" he whispered, slowly pulling away.
A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you rubbed the reddened skin of your wrists. "Well, keep that 'wood' to yourself. I have a busy day ahead of me, and it doesn't involve warming your bed."
Zuko smirked at you over his shoulder as he reached for his discarded robes. "What about a bath?"
"Zuko," you warned, squinting your eyes at him.
He raised his hands in mock surrender, the silk of his robe still hanging open. "What? I’m kidding. But on a serious note, I’ll have the staff run a bath for you. I mean... unless you like being covered in me," he mused, wagging his eyebrows at you suggestively.
Managing to dodge the pillow you tossed at his head. His deep, rumbling laugh echoing through the room as he moved toward the door.
As he slide the robes over his skin, your eyes couldn't help but trace the vivid red scratches you’d gifted him the night before. You lingered on the defined muscles of his back and the sculpted curve of his glutes, unable to look away.
"Goodness, my love. I can feel your ravenous eyes on me," Zuko teased, looking over his shoulder with a theatrical pout. "Am I just some piece of ridiculously good-looking meat to you?"
"Oh please spare me the theater" your groaned stretching your limbs, and popping your shoulders with a satisfied sleepy grin.
"You can look at me and have me anytime you want, but when I do it, I'm the bad guy? You only want me for my body," he sighed dramatically, crossing his arms and purposefully allowing the second pillow to smack him square in the face. He broke into a deep, boyish chuckle as the pillow fell to the floor.
Unlike you," you began gathering your own discarded robes. "I am have some self control" you murmured feeling heat flood your cheeks as your thighs slowly spread apart with soft sound from the stickiness between them.
Zuko let out a adoring sigh, batting his lashes at you 'innocently'.
"My fiancé is the most beautiful, intelligent, and noble woman I have ever met," he murmured, his voice thick with a possessive warmth. "You are utterly irresistible".
He caught your hand, pulling you closer to press a lingering kiss against your knuckles, but you pulled away, mushing his face laughing softly. "Then learn to resist, Fire Lord. I have work to do".
Zuko sighed; deep heavy and dramatic. "Fine, whatever the lady wants" he mused. Bowing deeply before turning to the door, "where are you going?" You asked sliding your feet into your sandals. And he turned slightly thumbing at the door.
"To request a bath for my lady and for breakfast to be started, are you missing me already?" he cooed, and you rolled your eyes.
Despite your "self-control," you couldn't help but look him up and down. His robes were on, but they were hanging open far more than you were comfortable with. It was a beautiful, distracting sight: his love-bruised pectorals, defined abs, and that delicious view of his hip bone sitting right above the silk sash.
"Aren’t the morning guards mostly made up of women?" you asked tongue slipping and speaking your thoughts aloud.
Zuko stopped, scratching his chin with a look of genuine, honest confusion on his face. "Yeah. Why?"
You felt your face wrinkling in a scowl but smoothed it down quickly. "Nothing," you murmured coolly, turning away.
Zuko shrugged and stepped to the door, his voice dropping into a soft, polite whisper. "Hey... could you have the servants run a warm bath? And also prepare breakfast. We're quite famished".
The guard; a fresh-faced young lady with vibrant eyes and pale skin beamed up at him. Her cheeks flushed a bright, shamed pink. "O-of course, Lord Zuko. Um... anything else?" she asked, practically swooning as she not-so-subtly allowed her eyes to drift to places they didn't belong. Her hands twisted nervously at the hem of her uniform as he smiled at her.
"No, thank you. That’ll be all," Zuko replied, giving her a friendly nod that only made her blush deeper.
You felt an eye roll coming on as you stood before the mirror, sighing heavily at your 4C hair, which had formed itself into a compressed dome overnight. Pursing your lips, you grabbed your spray bottle, the oil, and your detangling comb. You began attending to your hair just as you heard the girl speaking once more.
"Would you like any specific scents added to your bath, My Lord Zuko?" she asked, fluttering her lashes and twisting her right foot nervously as she stared at the ground to hide her blooming face.
"Or... any assistance?" she murmured, her voice dropping into a soft, honeyed tone that was far too sweet for your liking.
Zuko had barely opened his mouth before you were at his side. You cleared the room in two long strides, a forced smile on your lips that didn't quite reach your eyes.
"He's fine. He’s a grown-ass man with two hands; he can bathe himself," you chirped, your voice dripping with saccharine poison. "And if he does require assistance, I’ll do it; as his fiancé. Thank you, but your services aren't needed".
The guard’s jaw dropped, her eyes filling with a watery, doe-eyed fragility. "O-oh, my Lady," she stammered, her bottom lip trembling. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to offend. I was just—"
"Oh, no offense taken. I understand you were just doing your job," you interrupted with a airy wave, though your hand gripped her shoulder with a firm, unmistakable pressure. "But you don't have to perform that part of the duties. It’s quite old-fashioned—and a little crass, considering he’s engaged."
You let out a short, strained laugh. "Besides, we wouldn’t want any rumors flying, now would we?"
The guard laughed daintily, covering her mouth with her hand, but her eyes remained sharp. "Of course, you’re right, my Lady," she replied in a forced, velvet voice. Her smile didn't reach her eyes as she continued, "But rumors are simply that—rumors. Who would possibly worry themselves with baseless tales spun by bored servants? If people truly had the time to track every rumor, they must have ample free time on their hands".
"But since you’re asking; and youbhave so much free time on your hands, I would like shea butter lotion, the brown sugar soap, and a honey-lily scent for the bath. Thank you! Bye-bye now," you added with a mock-friendly wave before slamming the door shut with a resounding thud.
Zuko blinked owlishly, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Wow. Claws are out, huh?"
You ignored him, sinking back into the seat at your vanity with a huff. You began irritably combing and spritzing your hair, the mist of the water catching the morning light. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," you fibbed, pointedly looking away as your face burned with a shamed, crimson heat.
Zuko quirked his lips into a half-smile, one hand resting on his hip as his robe hung dangerously loose. "You don’t? You practically told her to go fuck herself. I didn’t know you were the jealous type."
You bristled, grip tightening around the detangling comb until your knuckles went white. "I don’t get jealous," you hissed, puffing out your cheeks even as you felt his golden eyes tracking every snap and coil of your hair in the mirror.
He watched you in silence at first, his mind completely boggled by the ‘magic’ behind your hair. It seemed to defy every law he knew; how a single coil, when wet or oiled, could stretch so far down your neck, only to snap back to your ears the moment you let go.
He stepped forward, his hands firmly planted on your shoulders, the heat of his palms seeping into your skin.
"This is magic," he murmured, his golden eyes wide and mesmerized in the mirror as he watched you tend to your crown. He reached out a finger, tentatively touching a glistening, oil-slicked coil, his voice hushed with a rare kind of reverence.
You rolled your eyes and swatted him playfully, "ita not magic" you laughed, and he crossed his arms. "Explain it then" he challenged arching a brow and you opened your mouth, then closed it unsure exactly how to explain jt yourself.
Sucking a breath through you're teeth you sighed, you opened your mouth, ready to give a logical explanation about hair porosity or the structure of a coil, but then you hesitated, closing it with a soft thud. Honestly, looking at the tight, springy ringlets in the mirror, you weren't even sure where to start.
"It's just... the way it is, Zuko," you admitted, your face heating up as his smirk deepened. "It’s tight and compact until I give it what it needs; water and oil. And then it shows its true length, but even then it'll still curl back. Its like a little secret".
Zuko slid the warm pad of his thumb down the ridges of your spine, his touch a slow, intentional trail. "The secret is magic," he whispered against the shell of your ear, his breath hitching as he gently pried the oil bottle from your grasp. You swatted at him with your comb, but he didn't budge.
He held the bottle up to the morning light, his golden eyes widening. The oil was a deep, rich gold, thick and filled with floating botanicals that only served to strengthen his 'magic' theory. He read the ingredients aloud as if reciting an ancient scroll: "Rosemary, peppermint, hibiscus... castor oil and rose petals."
He turned the bottle, fascinated by the way the lavender and coconut swirled with curry leaves, brahmi, and chamomile. To him, these weren't just hair products; they were the ingredients for a powerful enchantment.
"You’re making a potion," he murmured, his gaze shifting from the bottle to the midnight glow of your skin. "And it’s working. I’m already under your spell. "
You rolled your eyes again, glaring at him through the mirror’s reflection. "It’s not a potion, my love," you murmured, extending a hand to reclaim the bottle.
Instead of returning it, Zuko squirted a generous dose into his palms. He rubbed them together, his eyes flashing as he used a flicker of inner flame to heat the oil until it was steaming, before he began massaging it deep into your scalp.
You shivered in pure ecstasy, as his warm fingers worked rhe oil into your hair until it glistened.
"Is it made of different, varying ingredients that, when combined," he continued making sure to mask your entire scalp. " Have beneficial effects on the user?" he asked. Catching your glare in the mirror as he blew you a playful kiss. "Because... that sounds a lot like a potion."
You wanted to argue, but a soft, helpless groan escaped you as the scent of lavender and rosemary wafted through the air. His warmed fingers sifted through your 4C coils, his touch expert and firm as he applied the oil. Ensuring to carefully part your hair. Not pluck; not twist not pull, part. He learned through grueling trial and error. But he'd learned it because of you, for you due to you mentioning a few times before. The ache your arms gained, spending hours tending your hair.
You closed your eyes; letting him ramble on about how you were secretly a magician, his heat a welcome embrace as you sunk into the sofa.
You shivered as he worked in silence, nearly falling into a daze until his fingers finally retreated. A small, disappointed whine escaped your lips at the loss of his touch, but it died away when you saw him wipe his hands and reach for your silk sashes.
He turned to you, presenting two different options with a quiet, focused air. You chose the one on the left because it was your favorite color; and watched through the mirror as he began to carefully wrap your hair. The room was silent save for the soft rustle of the silk as he worked, his fingers moving with a meticulous, ateady grace.
Watching him, a deep sense of love and devotion swelled in your chest. The Fire Lord, a man who could command armies and bend lightning, was now entirely consumed by the task of securing your curls, his golden eyes narrowed in concentration as he ensured the wrap was perfect.
"Wow look at you go," you praised and his cheeks burned a vibrant red.
"Ahh its nothing," he murmured rubbing the back of his neck and laughing awkwardly.
"Its not nothing, It's important to me" you mused taking his chin between your fingers and kissing his lips. His ears burned. Turning pink as he sputtered in embarrassment, "y-yeah well...you mean everything to me." He mused softly staring into the depths of your E/C eyes.
As yoh leaned in for another; deeper kiss—
Zuko groaned, leaning the full weight of his body against yours for a brief, heavy second. "Coming," he muttered defeatedly, stomping toward the door with a scowl. He swung it open, his glare melting only slightly when he saw the female guard again. "Ah. You again," he greeted flatly.
You materialized at his side in an instant, much to Zuko's quiet amusement. The guard beamed at him before giving you a curt, dismissive nod.
"Breakfast has been prepared, Prince Zuko. There are quite a few sweets present; I wasn't aware you had such a sweet tooth," she gushed, her voice dropping into a suggestive lilt. "You know... I have a taste for sweetness as well."
Zuko didn't even blink as he pulled the tray inside. "Actually, the sweets are for my fiancé. Personally, I'm indifferent to them, but she loves them."
The guard let out a soft, tittering laugh. "Oh, I can tell... by how full-figured she is."
Zuko’s face fell for a brief, dangerous second before he smoothed his expression into a wide, triumphant grin. He caught yor hand, pulling you close as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.
"I know, isn’t it wonderful?" he mused, voice, loud and booming for the guard to catch every word. "A layered woman is a dream sent from the spirits; so soft and beautiful, like a peach blossom in full bloom. Warm, inviting, and sweet like sugar."
His arm snaked around your waist, pulling your flush against him. Hisbeyes losing a touch of their warmth, "honestly there's nothing better than a warm, full embrace. Truly an experience to be had~".
With that he turned pulling you into the room, and closed rhe door behind him.
"The nerve" he mumbled as soon as the door shut, his mask falling quicker than rain.
You couldn't hide the smile fighting to overcome your lips as Zuko walked back to the tray. He examined the spread with a look that was a mix of lingering annoyance and ravenous enthusiasm.
The spread was generous; a traditional Fire Nation morning feast. There were steaming bowls of jasmine rice, topped with savory marinated meat skewers, their juices still sizzling, alongside a side of crisp, bitter greens to balance the heat. Sliced seared salmon, and boiling pot of ginseng tea.
But true to the guard's word, the tray was dominated by an abundance of sweets: honey-drizzled sticky cakes, slices of syrup-soaked dragon fruit, sticky mango rice, coconut macaroons, fire gummies, cherry ice cream, chocolate covered strawberries, egg custard tarts, and moon peach cakes.
Okay quick pause, the next part might be gross for some of you. He's about to eat food off and from in her body mkay? If that makes you grossed jt this is your chance to skiddadle, you've been warned~ 😘
You sat on the edge of the bed, a mix of eager anticipation and lingering self-consciousness swirling in your chest. You poked at the soft curve of your belly, looking from your skin to the tray of sweets.
"Zuko... baby, am I doing too much?" you asked softly, squishing the fat of your stomach between your fingers.
Zuko scoffed, a look of genuine offense crossing his features as if you’d just insulted the Fire Nation itself. He droppsed to his knees between your thighs, his large, warm hands immediately covering yours to stop you from pinching at yourself.
"Don't," he rasped, voice choked as his golden eyes stared up at you in wide eyed concern.
"You are a masterpiece, Y/N. Every curve, every soft line," he murmured puncturing every word with a kiss to a different section of you. Stomach, neck, chin, thighs, he made sure each part of you received his love and affection.
" You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, magnificent in every way. Don't ever doubt yourself, because someone else. I love you, this version of you. Nothing else, no one else you are my heart. The breath in my lungs, and the flame in my veins. I wouldn't change a single thing about you".
Your eyes swelled with tears as you look down at his adoring face, but he gently wiped the tears away rising to his feet and pressing a kiss to your forehead, pulling you tightly against his chest.
"No more of this self-doubting talk," Zuko whispered, his breath warming the silk wrap covering your hair. "My love for you is absolute, and you are one of the world’s greatest creations."
He lingered there for a second, letting the weight of his words sink in, before he pulled back with a low, hummed "Now..."
He turned toward the tray, his fingers hovering over the spread before he picked up one of the egg custard tarts. The pastry was flaky and golden, filled with a creamy, pale center.
"Are you just going to let these go to waste?" he murmured, walking back to you with a playful glint in his eyes. "I’m sure the chef worked very hard making these. It would be a shame not to... enjoy them properly."
A wide, giddy smile curled your lips as you reached out, fingers extending slowly toward the tart. But before you could graspit firmly, a sharp knock echoed through the room. Zuko’s head snapped toward the door, his voice a thunderous, royal command.
As he turned to shout; his hand slipped. And the movement sent the tart tumbling from his fingers.
It collided with your chest in a spray of thick creamy custard, smearing across your chest.
You shivered as the cold; thick custard coated your left, nipple and sugary sacrilege. The flaky crust crumbled, tumbling down your body and smearing custard moore, before hitting the floor with the heavy wet plop.
Your bottom lip trembled at the sight of the wasted treat, but when Zuko turned back, he wasn't looking at the floor. His golden eyes were fixed on the creamy, pale smear against your dark skin, his breath hitching in his throat.
You watched the rhythmic bobbing of his throat and squinted at him.
Arms crossing your over your chest as you asked; "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" your voice a mix of suspicion, disgust...and a dash of arousal.
Zuko gasped dramatically, the picture of false innocence. "How dare you accuse me of such a thing?" He asked batting his lashes 'innocently', "I wpuld never" he contined, although ypu had a hard time believing him.
"I don't know, this just seems right up your alley" you spoke watching as he He stepped forward, his eyes never leaving yours as he slid the warm pad of his thumb across your nipple.
Catching a thick glob of custard; bringing it to his lips and maintaining eye-contact as he sucked it off.
"Happy accidents," Zuko hummed in a sing-song voice. Grabbing a napkin and dabbing; perhaps a little too slowly, and sensually at your breast.
Spreading the cream rather than cleaning it, yoh shivered but stilled your nerves.
"Right. Certainly," you firedback, your eyes narrowing with a playful lilt. Reaching for the tray, you grabbed a honey-drizzled cake and smeared it firmly across the center of his bare, muscular chest. Watching as the golden cake crumbled and stuck to his chest.
"Oops. My hand slipped," you teased, leaning with a triumphant lift of your head. "But happy accidents, right?" You coord, drawing your tongue between his pecs. Catching the sweet honey along your tongue and licking up the crumbs of the broken cake.
Zuko didn’t flinch. Instead, he let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated in the air between you. He watched as a single, thick drop of honey trailed down his chest, tracing the line of his abs before he caught it with his index finger. Bringing it to his lips, he licked the sweetness away while his golden eyes locked onto yours.
"Sweet," he murmured, his voice thick with a promise of the chaos to come.
There was a single, breathless moment of pause; then action. The warmth of his fingers spreaded you wide, followed immediately by the chilled, sticky flesh of the mango and other syrupy fruits sliding into your heat. At the same time, you leaned down, your own fingers trembling as you smeared the crumbling moon peach cakes along his hips, his cock, and his balls, coating his golden skin in a messy, decadent layer of sugar.
Your eyes met briefly; a single thought passing between the two of you. This is so gross, but also so hot.
In one fluid motion he'd settled kn the bed; hooked your ankle and flipped you a top of him.
A violent shiver wrecked your body as you felt the chilled syrup from the fruit dripping down your thighs, the cold trail making your skin prickle with goosebumps. But before the first drop could hit the silk sheets, Zuko’s mouth caught it. His tongue worked its way inside you with an eager circular motion, seeking out the sweet remnants he’d hidden there.
You let out a muffled, tremblin moan, your own mouth finding the sunset-pink peach purée you’d smeared along his hip bone. The jelly-like center was warm against your tongue. Mixing with the salty tang of his skin that made your mouth water.
You licked him clean with a slow sensual flicks of your tongue, feeling him tremble jnder your ministrations as your fingers dug into the sculpted muscle of his thighs.
"Your fingers dug crescent moons into his thighs as you felt the first fruit slowly being withdrawn by his writhing tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed as he licked along your entrance, catching every stray drop of your sweet essence as it mixed with the now-warmed syrup.
Opening a single eye, you watched as he chewed the glistening fruit avoring the taste of you. You didn't give him a moment to recover, licking him from base to tip with slow, hot, open-mouthed kisses along each vein before gingerly grazing your teeth against his peak. Zuko twitched beneath you, his eyes snapping shut as a sharp breath fled through his clenched teeth and a vein ticked in his neck.
Your tongue wrapped around his cock like a coiling serpent, lapping away the remnants of cream; cake, and fruit with every hungry, rhythmic stroke.
At the same time, his fingers slid deep inside you, slick with syrup as they curled and twistedl.
Using the chilled fruit, he founnd that sensitive, hidden spot at your core, pressing the cold mango against your internal heat until your toes curled and your eyes watered with pure, unadulterated euphoria.
"Just as your legs began to tremble against his chest, he plucked a strawberry from your heat, slipping it into his awaiting mouth while simultaneously sliding an almond cookie between the cheeks of your ass.He locked eyes with you as he bit down on the berry, the translucent juice coating his lips in a sticky, red sheen. The sight alone was enough to push you over the edge, dragging the first release of the morning from your body as you shattered directly over his chest.
Your body trembled violently, pure bliss washing over you as you felt his tongue expertly toy with the cooki deepening the pressure before he finally pulled it out and let it vanish behind his teeth."
"Taking one of the meat skewers from the tray, Zuko drew it across the pearly essence spilling over his chest before presenting it to your lips. Your eyes drifted to the rich, savory meat; now glistening with the marks of your release.
And your cheeks flushed a deep, shamed red.
You didn't hesitate. Sliding your tongue along the skewer, and pulling the meat from the stick with a sharp flick of your tongue before leaning forward forward and smashing your lips against his.
His tongue worked its way into your mouth, wrestling and wrapping around yours in a desperate, tangle of warmth; sugar, and savory salt tang of yohr escapades.
He reclaimed the piece of meat for himself, tasting both the morningmeal and you "
He sucked your nipple into his mouth, licking away the creamy remnants of the tart; while you worked to clean the mess from his chest.
Consuming both the honeyed cake and the salt of your own release.
The mix of sweet tart and salty release was an intoxicating experience. A feverish haze of sugar and skin.
He sucked hard on your nipple; and in turn you bit down on his.
Earning a sharp, dark grunt of pleasure before his teeth found the sensitive skin of your neck, and your own settled on his collar.
The room was a symphony of mess; and sound.
Wet writhing of skin on skin; frantic shifting of silk sheets, and the shaky gasps that broke the air each time a new food was introduced.
You ate the bitter greens from his biceps, leaving purplish bites in your wake; while he licked a piece of seared salmon from beneath the curve of your breast
You'd consumed the jasmine rice from his shaft and licked the warm chocolate from his sack; and he filled your navel with honey.
Sippieng the sweetness like a fine wine, whole his tongue twirled catching every stray drop before he moved to lap the ginseng tea from the dip of your hips.
You sat straddling his lap; as he pressed his bare chest tightly against your back. You rode him with a tenacious, desperate force, as if trying to remember the sahpe ofnhis tip ranmjng your core.
Your hips rolled in tandem with every twitch of his warm, calloused fingers against your puffy, clitas your slit leaped pearly tears of ecstasy down yohr trembling thighs.
His lips danced a trail of fire across your neck while his right hand fed you cake, as you swallowed and sucked the cream from his digits thw sweetness overwhelmed you and you bounced deeper upon him warning a guttural grunt as his teeth sank into your shoulder. And his fingers gripped your hips in a vise, as he set a brutal pace snapping his hips up with enough force to make you see stars.
There was a momentary pause where your body trembled violently, every cell alight with a pleasure so intense your vision went black.
The world brightened a second later to a panicked, husky voice and a nervous laugh in your ear. "You okay, baby? You went stiff for a moment... I thought I'd hurt you."
You swallowed against the dryness of your throat, barely hearing him through the ringing of your euphoric high.
You didn't even register that he had shifted you to your side, transitioning from fast, deep strokes to slow, agonizing rolls. He peppered your cheeks and lips with kisses, his fingers lingering at your hairline to ensure your silk wrap was still securely wound as he continued to worship you.
His body trembled in perfect sync with yours; skin glistening like molten gold in the morning sun. As his eyes took on a distant, dreaming look, he leaned in to pant against the shell of your ear, "What do you think we'll have? A boy... or a girl?"
You smiled deliciously at him, your heart swelling as you paetted the heat of his cheek. "I don’t care," you murmured, your voice thick with exhaustion and love. "As long as they're ours."
Zuko let out a sharp, ragged breath, burying himself inside you to the hilt. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, his entire frame shuddering as he finally released everything into you, sealing his promise with a heat that felt as eternal as the sun itself.
Zuko finally collapsed beside you, pulling you into a spooning position. As you sat, panting in his arms, you groggly murmured" this does not leave this room."
Zuko chuckled against your head, " whatever you say my love. Should we bathe next?" He cooed kissing your head, and you rolled your eyes pushing him away.
....yeah, uh that was a lot how we feeling after that? 😅 I apologize for nothing the freak must be let out
