Zuko x Reader Lemon-Old Friends

Old Friends

Ever since our childhood, Zuko and I have been close. As we've aged our frequency in visits has dwindled, causing our once close friendship to become a smoldering pile of what was once a raging fire. As I continue walking, my home comes into view, the bags on my shoulders feeling heavier than ever. My now rusting mailbox sat in the same spot, metal chipped and wood worn.

I breathe through my nose in contempt, shoving my keys through the lock in my front door. Sat on my kitchen table was a pile of mail, with a specific letter catching my eye. Its bright red coloring and fire nation stamp stood out amongst the usual off white letters. I hurry my steps toward the kitchen, fingers latching around the odd piece of paper. Written on it were the words "Addressed to Y/n, From Zuko." My fingers hook their way under the seal, ripping open the envelope and taking out the letter. My eyes skimmed the page, eager to know what my old friend had to say.

Dear (y/n),

I understand it's been quite a long time since we've gotten to talk. Since I have plenty of time to spend at home now, I felt like it was an appropriate time to catch up. I would love it if you could come over tomorrow night for dinner with me, at my home.

-Zuko

A giddy grin makes its way across my face, excitement bubbling in my stomach. Immediately I begin clearing everything I had scheduled for tomorrow, not wanting anything to get in the way. The wardrobe in my bedroom is ripped open, dresses being thrown, and ogled. I decide on a simple red dress, hanging it up next to my mirror. Taking one look outside, I begin getting myself ready for bed, wanting to get a good night of rest.

The day moves by quickly, daylight leaving the sky as fast as it came. I dress and make my way to Zuko's home, letter in hand. My knuckles rap against the door, patiently waiting for Zuko to appear. Not a moment later the door is swung open, and the man in front of me holds a kind grin on his face, eyes squinting in excitement. His black hair was pulled up into a bun, dressed in casual robes. His face was matured, showing he'd grown from being the young boy I once knew him as. We link our arms as Zuko guides me to the dining table, food already prepared and waiting for us. Conversation flows between us as if time was never lost between us. Catch up was played, as we shared what happened in our lives during the time we were apart.

As we talk I can't help but notice his hands moving slowly towards mine, my gaze moves from his eyes to his slowly creeping fingers and back up again. Zuko notices my face turn red and starts to lean into me. Before I have time to think I lean into his kiss, resting my hands against his soft face. He gently grabs my waist and pulls me onto his lap. Our lips part for a second, I can feel his hot breath against me. Our lips meet again but this time he parts my lips with his tongue and starts to slip it into my mouth, I happily reciprocate. Our tongues start to mash and our hands roam. Mine travel down his back and make their way up his shirt. His hands go down my waist, hips and teasingly down my thighs, I shutter against his movements and he quickly picks me up. Without saying anything he takes me to his room and lays me down on his bed and I pull him on top of me.

He gets excited and runs his hands against the hem of my dress, swiftly pulling it off of me. He stares at my nude body and runs his hands down my chest, stopping at my excited nipples. He rubs and plays with them, pleased by my moans and sighs, he leans down and starts to suck on my pink buds. My fingers get lost in his soft black hair as he sucks and plays with my tits. Zuko then kisses down my chest, to my stomach, and teasingly kisses the inside of my thigh as he spreads my legs. He looks up at my hot, red, mess of a face as he starts to gently lick. My legs shake and my moans get louder, "oh fuck Zuko..." I moan and he licks up to my clit, pushing and licking as I find myself losing my fingers in his hair again.

He stops and comes back up and I quickly strip him of his shirt. I run my fingers down his muscles and start playing with the waistband of his pants. He looks surprised, "Are you sure (y/n)?" I nod quickly, "I want you...please." With that he lets me slip his pants off, revealing his hard dripping cock. I gasp at its size and spread my legs, showing him my dripping pussy. He quickly flips me over onto my stomach and grabs my hips as he slowly and gently starts to thrust into me. My moans are muffled by the bed and he slowly stretches me out.

When he's all the way in, he lets me adjust to his size. He leans down and bites my ear, making me shudder, "please...fuck me." Without hesitation he starts to thrust, taking his cock all the way out and thrusting it in harder and faster every time. He grabs my hair and gently pulls, making me lift my head, "I want to hear you moan." He growls, making me moan louder. His thrusts make my legs shake and my voice quiver.

He quickly pulls out and turns me over onto my back and lifts my legs over his shoulders. He towers over me as he thrusts back into me, harder than before. He bites onto my neck as he starts to moan. My moans get longer and start to echo through the room. His moans get more intense and I can feel his cock twitch inside of me and we both moan loudly as he fills me with cum. He lays on top of me, our bodies covered in sweat and our breathing heavy. I can feel his heart pounding out of his chest as he slowly pulls out of me and gently kisses my lips.

He gets off me and lays next to me. Catching my breath, I rest my head on his shoulder, arms latching around his chest. Zuko slips the covers over our bodies, warmth encasing us. Leaving a soft kiss against my forehead we drift into a restful sleep.