`ঔঌ₊⊹ former prude virgin a.k.a. firelord! zuko officially finds out how nice it is to have his wife in cowgirl | 18+
this all started when he met you, his beautiful wife-to-be/now wife.
of course, before he married you, he wasn’t a prude or anything… right?
okay, fine. he was.
zuko hates to admit it but it's true how he was such a prudish virgin before he married you. as soon as he became fire lord, he’d cringe at how the council would suggest marriage for the sole purpose of consummation.
he didn’t see the appeal due to fighting for a great majority of his life. sure, he’d like kids in the future to raise and take care of—maybe one child—but that was it.
but when he finally got betrothed to you, his friend since childhood and a “fine lady of a fine fire nation family” (as said by the council when reviewing bachelorettes/marriage candidates), and mentioned his dilemma to you, you offered to help relieve his views on sex. so you had little sessions before your wedding, specifically on foreplay.
the two of you hadn't done penetrative, saving it for the night of your wedding, but you've taught him an abundance of things: eating a woman out, how to properly receive head, how to finger, et cetera.
until the night of your wedding. and the first position you started with was; the first thing you even did…
“and this… is called cowgirl,” you murmured, pressing down on his lower stomach as you lined his cock to your dripping slit, all ready for him.
when the reception finally ended and the two of you got ready to meet at his chambers, you immediately pounced on him. the both of you agreed that you'd take control, and this position was the easiest for you to do so.
zuko's liked you since forever, but just seeing you in that pretty red lingerie did something to him; that sheer red babydoll slip with gold hardware...he felt like a pervert just wanting to rip it off you like a wrapper covering sweet candy.
he was nervous—a complete opposite of how he’s usually like. the great fire lord? terrified of losing his virginity?
"you keep looking at my breasts, my lord," you teased, tilting your head and bucking your hips as you began grinding on his aching tip.
zuko hissed. “i-i was?"
he mentally cringed. here he was, thinking that after all your lessons on making him more brazen, he'd actually get used to your flirting.
you're such a fucking tease.
"mmhm...you okay?" he breathed out shakily, nodding slowly. "okay, then..."
and the moment you sank down on him, zuko felt a bliss almost comparable to if paradise was a feeling.
and for you? the feeling was mutual.
it's true that zuko was shy and prudish when it came to sex, but that wasn't to say that he didn't have a huge dick. in fact, the day you taught him how to receive head, you had to step out for a moment to regain composure. the guy's dick was fucking huge.
not to mention his cute little attitude made him even more attractive.
you could feel how deep he was in you, how his dick was brushing against your cervix and you weren't even moving.
"'m gonna move, okay?" he nodded, groaning and how deliciously your pussy was squeezing him. you rocked your hips slowly before digging your nails on his shoulders for balance as you bounced yourself on his cock.
zuko’s eyes were on you, stuck on your expression, your breasts, the way your hips connected with his. but really, the moment his eyes laid on that cute little bump forming on your lower tummy, he lost composure.
zuko's hands grabbed at your hips roughly, causing you to gasp and then be slammed on him. "hnghhh—fuck-!"
“zu-zuko—shit—slow d-down!” you cried, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you clung to him tighter, breasts pushed against his lean chest and nails clawing at his skin, drawing blood in their wake. but he didn’t care; your cunt was too good, too intoxicating.
“so fuckin’ tight—shit—” he felt like he was out of his mind, practically rutting into you like he was in heat after getting a taste of pussy for the first time.
zuko grabbed at your ass, his hips beginning to piston into your sopping cunt and feeling your muffled whines against his flushed neck.
were you crying? shit, he was too but you?
if this was how sex was, how this specific position was… he wouldn’t mind doing it forever.
now all zuko can think about at that moment was how he'd love to have you like that any time, anywhere…
clearly, you've taught him well.
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i need this man biblically and this is the result. #letsnottalkaboutthefactthiswasdoneinhalfanhourandathought
i really wanna make a fic where he’s like this but i need an excuse to… i’m a proud #loservirgin zuko truther anyways
☆Fire Lord Zuko x Fem!reader. ☆Word Count: 1.6K. ☆CW: Unprotected sex, Oral Fem recieving, Zuko with a breeding kink??? Smut with a plot????A bit of fluff.
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Tip of the Tub
The first sign your husband was on his way to you was the sound of boots in the corridor and the second was the sigh. That long, exhausted sigh only Zuko made after a full day of council meetings, trade disputes, and generals arguing in circles.
You looked up from where you were seated near the bedroom window. He paused in the doorway, looking worn in that way only responsibility could make a person look. Robes slightly disheveled. Hair coming loose.
“There’s my favorite person,” he murmured.
You smiled. “Tough day?”
He came close enough to lean down and press his forehead briefly to yours. “Today I mediated an argument about shipping routes for three hours.”
“That sounds terrible.”
“I missed you.” He grumbled.
You touched his sleeve. “Come with me.”
He let you lead him toward the bath chambers. The royal bath had already been prepared, steam curling into the air, lanternlight warm against the stone, flower petals floating over the water. He looked at the bath then at you.
“You planned this?”
“I had a feeling you’d come to bed grumpy.”
“I am not grumpy.”
“You’re very grumpy.”
He gave you that offended look that never worked because it was too endearing.
Soon you were both sunk into the warm water, shoulders bare, the heat loosening the day from his muscles. Zuko sat behind you, arms loosely around you, your back against his chest. His chin rested near your shoulder. One of his hands lazily traced patterns over your wrist beneath the water. “This,” he murmured, voice half sleepy, “is better than ruling.”
You turned slightly. “High praise.”
“I mean it.” His lips brushed your temple.
Then almost shyly, he began giving your shoulders a massage. His fingers moved gently down your back, careful and unhurried.
“That feels nice,” you whispered.
“I know.”
“You sound very confident.”
“I have been studying.”
You laughed. “Studying what?”
“How to spoil my wife.”
Later, you returned the favor, working sandalwood soap over his shoulders. “You’re tense,” you said.
“I am relaxing.”
“You’re bracing.”
“I am not bracing.”
You pressed your thumbs into a knot near his shoulder. He made a sound… A very surprised sound. You raised a brow.
“Was that the Fire Lord whimpering?”
His ears turned red. “That did not happen.”
“Oh, it happened.”
You laughed so hard you nearly splashed water on both of you. He pulled you closer until you were in his lap.
“There,” he said. “Now you can’t mock me.”
“That is not how this works.”
“It is now.”
You looked up to meet his eyes, they glowed golden in the lanternlight. Then he kissed you.
Slow, warm, lazy with affection. He murmured your name against your mouth. You felt his hand slide up to cup your jaw, thumb tracing your cheek, drawing you into a deeper kiss. His other arm, strong and firm around your waist. Water slid back and forth across your bodies. The world reduced to the steam, the soft sound of water sloshing, the feel of his mouth on yours. He kissed your jaw, down the line of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps over your skin. His hand, warm and damp from the water, slid down your side, fingers lightly digging in. You leaned back, breathless, his mouth still on your neck.
"Zuko-" you gasped.
He nuzzled the side of your neck, lips now on your shoulder. He whispered something inaudible against your skin. You shivered. His hands drifted lower, fingers pressing into the dip of your waist. He looked at you then, eyes dark, mouth parted. He was disheveled from the bath, hair coming out of its bun, firelight making his features glow.
"I want you." He murmured, voice barely above a whisper,
“I can feel that” You giggle as you mention the feeling of his hardened cock between your thighs.
"Good," he growled as he lifted you onto the edge of the bath, his eyes never leaving yours. He moved close between your legs, hands splayed over your hips. You were flushed and breathless and he was watching you in a way that made heat coil low in your stomach.
"I have been thinking about you all day." He murmured.
“Yea?” You say as you grapple his hair between your fingers.
His mouth moved slowly up your thigh, lips and tongue on your skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He took his time, looking up once to meet your gaze.
He moved higher, kisses brushing along the inside of your hip. You shivered, fingers gripping the edge of the bath. He nipped lightly at your inner thigh, then soothed it with his tongue. He made a low sound in the back of his throat, eyes darkening.
He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder before his tongue took a roll over your clit. At the same time, one of his hands slid up your stomach, fingers splaying out against the underside of your breast. He growled, low and pleased. One hand slid to grip your hip while the other slipped lower, two fingers pressing inside your vulva. He continued circling your clit with his tongue as his fingers moved in a slow rhythm till you were dangerously close.
You gripped his hair tighter and you bite your lip trying to contain the moan that wants to escape and failing.
“Baby, I need…”
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his fingers stilling inside you. His lips were wet, breathing ragged.
"Need what love?” His thumb pressed down in slow circles on your clit while his other hand tightened on your hip.
“I need you”
"You have me," he said, the words thick with need. "You have all of me, baby."
Then he pulled back his fingers back after the first wave of pleasure washed over you and shifted, lifting you off the edge of the bath and into his lap. The change in position left you straddling him, his hands on your hips, mouth against your throat.
He groaned, a rough sound ripped from his chest as he pulled you down onto him in one slow thrust.His forehead dropped against yours as he bottomed out inside you. "Fucking hell you feel perfect."
He swallowed your moans with his mouth, tongue hot and demanding, hands moving from your hips down to your thighs. He held your hips and he helped you ride him. Your legs around his waist and his tongue on yours. When he broke the kiss, his breath was rough and ragged.
"You okay?" he murmured suddenly, hands brushing a stray strand of hair from your face and his eyes searching yours.
“Yea” A moan slipped out. “Don’t stop”
He made a deep, pleased sound in the back of his throat. Then he gripped your hips and pulled you against him rougher than he expected. He was just being greedy. His mouth moved to your jawline, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin before latching onto your neck with a possessive bite.
A thought popped in his head and his brain short circuited. His heart stopped. The whole world tilted sideways. Every other thought faded away until the only thing that existed was you, and the overwhelming need to make his thoughts reality.
"I want you to have my babies" he said, voice barely above a whisper. " Do you want to carry my babies?”
“Give em to me” You said as you dropped your head to his shoulder, where your hands were gripping for stability.
He shifted again, his thumb brushed over your skin, the touch feather-light. "Sweetheart, look at me.”
He lifted your chin, his face inches away.
"I'll give you whatever you want, sweetheart. I'll give you my babies. Anything you want.” His eyes fluttered shut for a moment. One hand stayed on your hip, holding you tight. His other hand skimmed over your stomach, the touch sending a shiver through your whole body.
"Can you give it to me, baby?" he murmured. "Can you let go for me right now?”
He was a mess of ragged breaths and desperate need, his head dropping against your shoulder, fingers digging into your hips as he held you tightly against him.
"I love you," he muttered against your skin.
“Love you more” you mutter back. The water made slooshing sounds as he continued to rock in you with a steady pace.
The sight of you lost in pleasure was probably his favorite thing in the world. His fingers stilled against your skin, knowing you were right there. He pressed a rough kiss to your neck, teeth scraping over your skin as he spoke into your ear.
"You're amazing.” He took a few ragged breaths, gathering what little self control he had left before looking up into your face again. His eyes never left yours as you came undone, he didn't want to miss a single second. His body thrummed with need, with a deep and consuming satisfaction that was so intense it almost hurt.
He shuddered against you, a ragged groan tearing from his throat as he felt himself spill inside you. His forehead dropped to your shoulder again, breathing hard, body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure.
He stayed close after, arms wrapped around you, breath hot on your skin. His fingers traced slow, absent patterns on your skin, almost like he was trying to memorize every inch of you. His hands slid down to grip your hips again.When the water cooled, neither of you moved; you just stayed there curled together.
You talked about nothing, about turtle ducks in the palace pond and about your family that you’d build together.
Eventually, Zuko stood and stepped out, then held out a hand for you. You took it, wrapped in robes, you ended up tangled together beneath blankets.
His head on your chest and your fingers in his hair, he was nearly asleep.
“Feeling less grumpy?”
“Marry me again.” A sleepy murmur
You laughed softly. “I already did.”
“Do it again.”
“Okay. I will marry you in my dreams”
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𝑓awnesque ; he’s been plaguing my mind so badly I need himmm ughhh—…
“Zukoooo—…” you mewled.
Your voice trembling as you hovered over him on your shared bed, the air thick with smoke and curling incense that clung to your senses. Shadows flickered across his face as his hands tightened around your hips, fingers pressing in with a deliberate hunger.
His gaze dragged slowly over you, drinking in every glistening detail like he was already undone by the sight alone.
“Hush… princess,” he murmured, his in a mocking yet sweet tone. One hand slid down your thigh, slow and intentional, his touch sending a sharp shiver through you. Your back arched instinctively, breath catching as his fingers traced lower, leaving a trail of heat and goosebumps in their wake.
“Jus’ taking in this pretty…” in his pause, he uses a finger to glide sweetly against your entrance, from your clit to your hole, and without warning, he slips in a finger—“pussy of yours…”—the glide of his finger inside your walls making your head spin, causing you to reach for anything at all, so you grip his leg.
And you hear him stifle a laugh.
a laugh? This prick you thought.
“fuck you…mph—“ you hiss as him but quickly stifled as his finger searches for that sweet digit letting him know he’s found your g-stop
“Oofff…Language…” you can practically hear him spread that devious little grin he has “didn’t your mother teach you anything…?” as he finally unlocks his jaw to begin suckling and smearing his tongue up and downnn.
And that was just enough to make you throw your head back, and gosh, you could basically hear it beneath your moans—the sound of his mouth working on you—and when you moaned, Zuko moaned too. Not from anything special; he was simply hard, but you weren’t sucking him off. He was just moaning from simply eating you out, feeling your juices mixing with his spit, gliding down his chin to his neck.
And God, he was so filthy about it—but yet so attentive. When he noticed you almost crawling away from him, he’d let out a soft hum of a “muh uh…” against your cunt, making you feel the bass of his voice vibrate through you, making your walls quiver.
“Shit—…Zuko, m’close, please, I’m gonna—cum…” and the moment he heard that was enough to make him finish; the way you sounded so broken.
You could feel his fingers grip the flesh of your waist, making chunks of your flesh slip between his fingers, while you could feel the warmth in his palms heat up against your skin.
Hearing those words? he’d just devour you all the more roughly , not missing a spot, not missing a spot, and finally his finger that was working on you poked your G-spot enough to make you release the most sluttish, guttural moan, finishing all over his mouth and face, and you could simply feel his mouth turn into a grin.
Once he moved his mouth away watching your pussy convulse and twitch from all his enjoyed hard work , he licked his lips and grinned at the sight.
“Gods you’re so beautiful...” He says in his salacious mocking voice you know all too well.
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The first time you cry during sex, it breaks something in Zuko. He’s typically a gentle lover, but he’s had a rough day and just needs a release.
He’s got you in missionary, hips pistoning into you and the tip of his cock kissing your cervix so sweetly. His head is nestled into the crook of your neck, soft grunts leaving his mouth.
However the smallest sniffle from you stops him in his tracks, he pauses, lifting his head and eyes widening as tears are pooling in your eyes.
“Love, am I hurting you, I’m s-so”
He pauses when you wrap your legs around his waist, “Nnn-no,” you mumble, barely coherent, “Feels—feelsgood” Tears are streaming down your face at this point, “Pl-please, dnt stop.” You cry out.
His eyes widen and he tests it, moving his hips slightly and you whine at the sensitivity.
“Yess yess, pleaseee.”
Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, cock twitching inside your pretty cunt, and he realizes he’s fucked. Those fat globs of tears dripping down your cheeks have him turned on more than he’d like to admit. Now he has no choice but to make you cry every time he buries himself in your sweet cunt.
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