Author Note: I want to pretend I never wrote this lol
CW: unprotected sex, drug use.
Just to be safe here's the disclaimer again: I want to make it super super clear that I understand consent, coercion, and addiction. The things I'm writing are partly based on my own personal experiences. There is communication during sex, even if they're slightly inebriated.
I hope you enjoyed, but even if you didn't thanks for giving me a chance.
PS whenever i reference "love" in this fic it's their platonic love. i doubt they have enough romantic feelings rn lol. they're horny.
I'm closing out this fic with the song Cherry-Coloured Funk by Cocteau Twins.
They're kissing now. It starts with a soft peck, he's being gentle with her. Her mouth presses back onto him and he's more confident in his choice to meet her lips with his. She's in his lap, straddling him. She has her hands on his chest and he's gripping onto her hips, both feeling how each other have grown over the years. They break apart, just for a moment, to share a breath. Their mouths are slightly agape and he closes the gap again, this time licking into her mouth. A small flick, barely there, like his tongue was asking a question. She kisses back, sliding her hands from his chest to his shoulders. Finally, she's running her fingers through his hair, holding onto the back of his head. Careful, but with purpose. The lust is palpable, there's love there, too. Both fill the room as much as the smoke.
Her stomach becomes uneasy though, the nerves more forceful than just butterflies. She's kissed many people before, had sex with more than a few. But that was stress relief and having fun, he's so much more. He's indulgent. He's overwhelming her and she can't process what they're doing. His tongue is in her mouth and one of his hands is sliding up her shirt, touching her skin and settling on her waist. She reminds herself that she's high, he is too. She doesn't necessarily want to stop, but she thinks she needs to, just for a second. She pulls back from his mouth, he takes the opportunity to peck her neck right under her jaw. She's dizzy and it's not all from the herb. He licks her neck, his hand sliding up a little further. His thumb is caressing the underside of her breast. She feels too good. He lightly bites her and she remembers she needs to stop, to take a break. Her fingers leave his hair and she pushes her hands against his chest, signaling him to sit back.
"Stop."
He obliges. They're both breathing heavily. He slides his hand back down to her hip. She pauses for a second and he lets her. He waits. It takes her a moment to figure out what she wants to ask him.
"What are we doing?"
He's slightly confused and very horny. It's obvious what they're doing.
"What do you mean?"
She changes her question.
"...What do you want?"
"I'd like to make you feel good."
She feels her face heating up, the words are swimming in her head and she can feel her heartbeat between her legs. She wants to feel good, she wants him to make her feel good.
"I want that."
"Good."
He moves to kiss her again, but she pushes him back again.
"What about after?"
He doesn't know.
"I don't know."
She doesn't either.
She's the one to initiate, threading her fingers in his hair once more. She leans in and he meets her halfway. The kissing is more frantic this time around. They're needier and hornier. His hips move forward towards the edge of the couch and he reaches around to grab her ass. Pulling her closer to make their groins meet. She removes her mouth from his with a quiet pop.
"Oh!"
It's a small oh, but an oh nonetheless. The sound of it coming from her mouth makes him harder. The friction is good and she wants more. She's moving against him now all on her own with her knees farther apart, spreading her legs to feel as much of him through their clothing as she can. Her hands cling to his shoulders for balance, pushing them against the back of the couch. She's a little dazed and can't get enough. His hands on her hips slow her down.
"I'm not going anywhere."
They're grinding at a leisurely pace.
"You asked me what I want. What do you want?"
She stalls her movements. She knows she won't be rejected, they're in too deep for that. But the thought of it worries her anyway.
"I don't wanna say it."
"Tell me."
Another pause, "I want to fuck. Like this. I want to ride you."
He wishes she said it louder, with more conviction. It makes his dick throb anyway. He takes a few breaths to calm down, wondering if this is a good idea.
"We can do that, but let's slow down."
She's reluctant, she feels really good. Amazing even. She can't imagine how much better it would be if he was moving inside of her.
"Please?"
Her plea is faint and he's straining in his pants even more.
"You want me bad, huh?" he moves in to kiss her neck again, breathing into her collarbone, "I want to take my time with you. I wouldn't wanna rush a fuck like this."
His voice is low and raspy. She can tell he knows exactly what he sounds like, decadent and depraved. She never thought she would end up here; accepting a room in the Royal Palace, getting high, and starting an affair with the Fire Lord.
"I want to see you touch yourself."
She could pass out when he says those words. She's still straddling him, vulnerable knowing he can see everything she's doing so closely. She complies, dipping her hand in her trousers, further down to her folds. She's drenched, swollen, and throbbing. She gasps at her own hand making contact. Her breathing is shaky as she moves her middle finger down to her opening, collecting enough wetness to lubricate her clit. Her finger dips below the hood and she rubs firmly, relieving the ache. The motion makes her hips buck.
He's transfixed by her movements and briefly wishes he asked her to undress. Her arm is shifting the waistband of her pants, the aroma escapes and he inhales her scent. She smells erotic and now he needs to touch himself, too. He shifts his hips upwards so he can tug the waistband of his pants down around his thighs, just enough to free his dick, jostling her in the process. It's a little clumsy, but it works. He spreads precum on the tip and starts to move his hand up and down. His foreskin envelops the head and then exposes it again, over and over. It's not wet enough. He collects his spit in his mouth and takes his hand off of his dick to swipe his thumb over his tongue. He pulls back his foreskin, adding the saliva around the bottom edge of the tip, and pumps slowly.
"Let me taste you."
Her free hand touches his face, feeling for his lips. She slides the other one out, leaving a slick trail on her stomach, and offers her index and middle fingers to him. He grabs her wrist and brings her finger into his mouth and sucks. His mouth is hot and wet and she really wishes he was licking into her right now. She imagines how good his tongue would feel on her, how she would pull at his hair.
"Eat me out."
It's a rushed statement, bordering on frantic. He responds by guiding her to lay down on the couch. She hears him take his clothing off, fabric dropping onto the floor beside her. She feels his weight dipping into the cushions. He leans over her and grabs at the waistband of her pants, she lifts her hips, and he slides them off. Her shirt is left on and she's thankful for the thin security blanket. He's grabbing at her knees now, pushing them apart. His hair tickles her thighs as he leans in. His fingers are parting her hair to properly look at her.
"Ah!"
He's caressing her with his tongue, licking from her hole to her clit where he works in circles. He applies suction now and she moans in appreciation, her hands finding their way into his hair. A few more licks and sucks and he adds two fingers into her, working them in and out slowly. She's panting and her hands tighten harshly, it's painful for him in the best way. He's not being gentle with her because he thinks she's fragile, he's being gentle because he loves her. He's uncertain where this is taking them, but he's more than okay with cherishing her in this moment.
She tugs at his hair, motioning him to stop.
"Come here."
They're kissing again. Their tongues are fondling each other, both savoring her flavor. His face smells like pussy and she loves it. He's leaning over her on the couch, her legs are framing his lower half. She feels the tip of his cock graze her folds from their movements and her breath catches in her throat. He wants permission before they continue
"Still want to fuck?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
They both know why. They could stop right now. They could leave the matter be and eventually this night would be a fond memory of their shared grief. He helps her take her shirt off and now the two of them are naked.
"Bed?"
She nods.
He gets up and off the couch and waits for her to stand. Taking her hand, he leads her to the bed. Remembering her earlier request, he sits on the edge, feet planted on the floor, and pulls her closer. This is her cue to mount him, taking the familiar position of placing her knees either side of his hips. He runs his hands up her waist, framing her breasts, and ducks his head to bring his mouth to one of them. He sucks and his teeth catch her nipple. The action takes her by surprise, she gasps and her body jolts forward a bit. His dick grazes her yet again.
"C'mon."
He pulls off.
They're about to have sex. The thought repeats itself in both of their heads. Keeping her on his lap, he leans towards his nightstand, arm reaching out to pull at the drawer. Her hand grips his arm, stopping him.
"I..."
She sucks in a quick breath, trying to steady herself.
"I'm okay... if you're okay... "
It's an invitation to fuck raw, unprotected. He's only ever done that with Mai and he's not even sure if he loved her more than the woman in his lap. They sit in silence. She's worried she said the wrong thing. She opens her mouth to speak and-
"Yeah, I'm okay."
He beats her to it. It might be the wrong choice, but they've made plenty of those together before as kids. They trust each other with their bodies and with the potential future this decision makes for them. He lays back on the bed, knees still bent and feet on the floor, as she balances herself with her hands on his stomach. She's more than wet enough to forgo lube. His hand is gripping his cock to guide himself into her. She reaches down to part herself for him and now he's pushing in as she's sinking down. She's tight and hot and wet and entirely fuckable.
"Just let me..."
So he lets her. His hands are at her waist, supporting her. She's riding him now and the energy is different than before. There's no rush, no frantic movements. The sex is languid and she revels in how he feels inside of her; the drag of skin on skin, her natural lubricant and his precum dripping down his dick. It's intoxicating. His thumb is at her clit now, rubbing under the hood. She clenches around him hard.
"Fuck."
She wishes she could hear him say it again. Spurred on by his pleasure, she's moving up and down faster than before, bouncing in his lap. She shifts forward, planting her hands on opposite sides of his head and the angle is just right.
"Yes!"
Her voice is loud, probably too loud, but they don't notice. They're both moaning, breathing heavily, and he can't take it anymore. He flips them over, slipping out in the process. It's awkward as they adjust to laying on the bed together. He's hovering over her, her legs are spread wide waiting for him to enter again. He slips in easier than before. He's fucking into her vigorously now. The only sounds in the room are their breathing and wet skin slapping wet skin. He's getting closer. She's touching herself.
"Harder, I'm almost there."
He complies. She comes first, her walls are spasming and clamping down on him. She's moaning his name and it's too much. He's right on the brink. He should have asked before and makes the split second decision to do so now.
"Inside?"
She's still coming.
"Please."
His orgasm rips through him and he slows his pace down, letting her vagina milk him. He moves to kiss her again and she accepts it. It's a slow, lazy, make-out. His dick slips out naturally and their mouths finally pull apart.
"You should pee."
She's laughing now. No, not laughing, howling. He can't help it either, he's smiling wide as he flops down beside her. The sheets are a mess and so are they. He watches her struggle to stand up. Her legs are shaky, but she makes it to the bathroom. He's happy, he thinks. It's partly from the sex, but he wants to believe it's all her. Then she's back and sliding into his bed.
"I'll go back to my room tomorrow."
"Sure."
They both know she'll come back for more. Before he can get lost in thought she catches his hand in hers and squeezes. It's a "thank you," an "I love you," a "we're going to be okay." She doesn't release her grip on his hand. She opens her mouth as if to say something else and stops, closing it again. It's fine. He can wait.
Pee after sex, get tested before you have a new partner, but above all; your body, your choice. Well, that's it! That's the whole thing. Lol. I know it wasn't a lot of dialogue, but I sincerely hope you enjoyed these depressed weirdos.