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Flickering lasers and strobing lights enhance the blanket of smoke that’s encompassed the small room. Bodies rock and grind against one another, bold hands roam where they shouldn’t. But no one cares. Spring break officially started today, and students eagerly flocked to the frat-hosted party to kick off their two-week vacation. It’s barely past midnight but the energy flowing through the crowd feels as though it just started, no doubt when sunrise comes nothing will change.
Mostly.
Asami has her head currently resting on Mako’s shoulder, his hand a possessive binding around her waist. He’s talking with someone from the frat about god-knows-what. She tuned out their conversation about half an hour ago, opting to people-watch instead.
But to be honest she’s bored. Has been since they showed up and Mako refused to indulge in anything outside of chatting with friends and avoiding the dance floor. She takes a swig of whatever is currently in her cup, only to find it empty. Great.
She can handle being a wallflower if only alcohol can keep her company, it makes being bored less… boring. Though now she guesses she has an excuse to actually do something. Fueled with the need to have some liquid courage she removes herself from Mako’s side, then leans in to let him know she’s getting more to drink when he looks at her inquiringly.
“I can get it for you.” He immediately says, standing up straighter.
Shaking her head, she pats his shoulder gratefully. “I got it, besides I don’t wanna take you away from…”
“Ghazan,” He offers when it’s obvious Asami has no clue who he is.
Smiling apologetically, she turns back to Mako. “Keep talking with Ghazan, I’ll be quick. Plus, I want to go find Opal.”
That seems to put him at ease, she offers him a brief kiss before taking off in the direction of the kitchen. They were hanging around the main room so the further she got the more the crowd thinned until she felt some semblance of cool air. Heat stuck to her body from so many people being clustered together and sweating centimeters from each other. She can feel her own light layer of sweat beneath her clothing and on her neck, it makes her grateful for getting out when she did.
Coolers and various amount filled bottles greet her when she steps into the open-planned kitchen. Bee-lining for the familiar blue cooler she knows has the ‘jungle juice’ mixture she’s been nursing all night, she’s promptly brought to disappointment when there are barely a few sips left sitting at the bottom.
“I think you just missed the last cup being filled by some TA.” Chills go down her body, conflicting with the warm body she didn’t feel sneak up behind her.
“How disappointing,” Asami drawls in response, her mind settling when familiarity rolls through.
A low chuckle has hot breath just barely grazing her neck. Jesus. Asami internally curses. With an increased heart rate, she almost doesn’t notice when a different cup is presented in front of her. Raising a brow, she looks up. Peridot meets Cerulean in the low lighting, flickering lights casting shadows over a face she’s thoroughly intimate with.
A heartbeat starts up somewhere else.
Taking the cup without question, she maintains eye contact as she tips the burning liquid into her mouth. She hasn’t a clue what’s actually in her cup but the bittersweetness is a welcoming sensation.
Korra’s eyes drop for only a second to watch the action and Asami relishes in her dilating pupils. Flickering her gaze upwards, Korra minimizes the little distance between them. Tension immediately wraps around their bodies, Asami restraining a shiver when Korra breathes hotly on her neck.
“I’ve been looking for you.” She admits against Asami’s skin, pulling away to lock their gazes once again.
Dear god she’s so turned on right now, and they’ve only just shared looks until now. “Well, it seems as if you found me,” Asami responds with more suaveness than she feels.
Korra’s ability to completely hold Asami’s attention never ceases to amaze her.
A slow, carnal grin forms on the lips Asami has thought sinful things of, repeatedly.
A hand reaches out to tease a finger down Asami’s cheek, following the curve of her jaw, going lower to brush against her flushed throat. Asami feels another hand brazenly skim across her exposed waist. Her body is receptive to the familiar touch of rough calloused fingertips, goosebumps cascading down bare arms. She has to consciously grip her cup tighter, knowing it’ll slip from her grasp the second she succumbs to the hands that play her better than they could play an instrument.
Humming in contentment, Asami looks up beneath her lashes and revels in the darkened expression that’s taken over a usually open face. “You’re being mighty bold tonight.” To prove her point, Asami looks around the very open area they are still in. Even with the low lighting, it won’t take much for someone to recognize their right-wing rookie, who is quickly climbing the ranks in the hockey world. Asami isn’t a very low-profile person either, though her popularity is more generational than it is from her athletic or academic achievements.
Korra gives a careless shrug, “Fuck them. If they have something to say they can say it to our faces.”
“Mmm,” Curling her lips into a seductive grin, Asami reaches up to rest her arms on broad shoulders. The heat in her belly pools down until it begins to throb when she feels the minuscule flex of muscle. “I have a boyfriend.” It’s an empty warning she tosses out and they both know it.
Korra makes a play of looking left to right, even going as far as to angle her body out of Asami’s embrace before returning. “I don’t see anyone.”
“Doesn’t mean he’s not there.”
“Let me know when he shows up then.”
“He doesn’t like when other people touch me,”
“Asami.” With each banter, their bodies gravitated until there was nothing between them. “When are you going to stop playing hard to get and let me fuck you?”
Tightening her arms, Asami purposefully rolls her hips into Korra. The latter groans, hands coming to fully clutch at a slim waist. “Well, that’s simple really,” Lowering her mouth until she’s close enough to kiss Korra’s ear, Asami practically purrs out, “When are you going to finally fuck me?”
“Fucking hell Asami.” She hears Korra mutter before she’s roughly grabbed by the hand and dragged away from the kitchen. There’s no protest from Asami, gleefully following behind like an obedient puppy, barely managing to toss her cup away. However, as they shove through the mass of bodies, a part of her consciousness comes in when she fully comprehends just how exposed they were. Nervousness flickers beneath the burning inferno that is her core. She doesn’t know why it would matter at this point. So, what if someone recognizes the impure intentions written all over their faces as they escape the crowd.
Impure intentions that have been taking place longer than her several flings and current relationship combined. Does that make her a bad person? Probably. But Korra has a way of scrambling whatever morals Asami has and dragging her eagerly into bed.
Their little affair started a quarter or so into Asami’s senior year. They’d been friends, not close, but friendly in the way their social circles tended to overlap. Months of tension, teasing, and flirtations finally came to a head when Korra led their team to victory at the state championship. They snuck away with their teammates to celebrate at a nearby club. A drink here, a possessive touch there, and not minutes later they’re hauling back to the hotel and checking into a separate suite to finally make good on promises uttered in secret.
They haven’t stopped since.
Not even when Asami went off to college a few months later and started dating Mako. They’d been together a month before Korra showed up one weekend, saying she was there for a tour of the campus. Needless to say, she got a thorough tour of Asami’s dorm instead, she spent that Monday deep cleaning nearly every surface after Opal’s wrath came raining down about their uncleanliness. She also got the cold shoulder for weeks when Opal realized it wasn’t Mako that helped sully their countertops, but rather the girl that imploded her near engagement with Iroh.
Getting married right out of high school wasn’t ideal, but they’d been together for so long that even their parents were already thinking of ways to merge their profiting empires by the time they were fifteen. Iroh was willing to wait until she came around to the idea of marriage, until the fateful day when he found Korra’s hand shoved down Asami’s pants while they were supposed to be working on Asami’s valedictorian speech.
The fallout was still being repaired to this day. Iroh didn’t deserve what she did to him, but she couldn’t properly explain why the girl she’d been fucking on occasion somehow eclipsed the love she had for the amber-eyed boy. Because she did love him but only after the damage was done did she realize she didn’t love him how a future wife loves a husband.
And that’s not to say she loves Korra. She doesn’t.
But not being around the blue-eyed, teeth-smiling girl had something clenching within her chest.
Neither dared to broach the subject of ‘what are we?’ and lived in blissful ignorance between the sheets. Not to say there haven’t been moments where things seemed more than what they are, like Korra spending the weekend at Asami’s doing nothing but keeping her company. Or Asami showing up to nearly all of Korra’s hockey games, wearing her jersey. There was also the time when Korra just about knocked a fellow classmate on his ass when he brazenly asked out Asami in front of her. They then found an empty classroom where Asami welcomed the rest of Korra’s pent-up aggression in the form of multiple orgasms.
They never brought up the incident again.
They never acknowledged the jealousy in each other’s eyes when seen with someone else.
They never talked about the angry sex that would take place after said jealousy.
Needless to say, boundaries have been crossed and double-crossed. While they majorly only used each other for sex, Asami liked the extra hours spent curled up in Korra’s arms and learning about quirks that Korra keeps close. She reveled in the knowledge of knowing more about Korra than anyone else. To their peers, Korra is this untouchable rising athlete.
To Asami, she’s just Korra.
Asami is shocked out of her haze of reminiscing when Korra shoves open a door to reveal a surprisingly empty bathroom. She slides past Korra’s warm body, looking at the wide countertop and situating herself atop it.
She brushes aside a tube of toothpaste just as Korra closes the door, cutting them off from the world and encasing them in familiar quietness. Looking up, Asami is greeted with a pair of darkened cerulean irises. Sitting up straighter, Asami feels a smile curling her lips as Korra prowls towards her.
Widening her legs, Korra doesn’t hesitate to slot herself between them. Asami crosses her feet together to lock Korra in. “Hi,” she breathily giggles.
Korra’s hands find purchase on Asami’s waist once again, her grip possessive and not at all unwelcomed. The heat that engulfed them in the midst of the party had died a little in their haste to get here but Asami can feel it creeping in again.
“Hi.” Korra rasps, leaning forward to brush their noses together. Asami feels her stomach roll when their lips finally meet and Korra squeezes appreciatively at her waist. One hand moves from her waist to rake through her hair, lightly tugging. They sigh into the kiss and Asami feels something blossom in her chest. She brings her immobile hands up to slide beneath Korra’s jersey, her core clenches at the ridges of hardened muscles re-discovered. Asami knows Korra keeps a strict workout regime, she has to with the multiple sports she plays. Liquid warmth spills from her stomach straight to her pussy at the sinful memories that flash behind her eyelids; their sweaty skin slicking against each other, Asami’s tongue flicking out to taste salty beads of sweat, Korra eating her out on a bench.
She very suddenly needs Korra to fuck her. Now.
Rocking her hips forward, Asami guides her own hands up to cup Korra’s impressive breasts. They fit almost perfectly in Asami’s palm with just a little spilling through her fingers. Korra moans at the contact and Asami eagerly slips her tongue into Korra’s mouth, matching her moan when fingers tighten to fist her hair. Their kiss gets sloppy, teeth gnashing, and saliva keeps their lips connected between breaths.
Asami’s rolling hips are encouraged by Korra’s hands traveling down and cupping her ass, rocking her own hips into Asami. Her skirt hikes up with every meeting of their bodies, the fabric of Korra’s shorts brushes just faintly against Asami’s throbbing pussy and she curses. She doesn’t have time to correct their frantic grinding before Korra is leaving her lips to kiss down her neck. Shivers shoot down Asami’s spine especially when teeth make an appearance, nipping exposed skin. Her hands leave Korra’s breasts, one now being used to help keep her up and the other fisting the base of Korra’s hair.
Leaning back until Asami feels the cold glass of the mirror through her shirt, she welcomes Korra’s dominant figure practically crawling over her. Korra has been the only person to get Asami. She understands Asami isn’t as fragile as everyone makes her out to be, and that she can handle a little roughness; understands that she begs for it sometimes. Their first time wasn’t gentle lovemaking, it was a brutal fucking that had both of them sleeping well past their alarms to the point Opal had to hunt them down before they were stranded. Asami still remembers the soreness in her jaw when she attempted to eat lunch a few hours after their rude awakening. She also remembers witnessing Korra trying to correct her walk once or twice once they offloaded at the school.
She got her karma when Korra fucked her into oblivion, again, this time before basketball tryouts. Asami’s legs were so tingly she was surprised to be able to run the court without tripping.
All in all, their time together reminds Asami of the bittersweetness that coats her tongue.
It’s a high and low dopamine rush that keeps Asami utterly addicted.
This scenario is a perfect representation of them because Asami is picked up and spun around. Korra’s demanding hand bending her over the counter. The obvious display of strength has the heat in her belly burning to an almost uncomfortable point. She takes in her reflection, the messy lipstick, the darkening spots on smooth skin, normally tame locks now cascading out of place. Heart races faster than a speeding car when Asami looks up to lock eyes with Korra in the mirror. They’re both still fully clothed but Asami doesn’t care. She wore a skirt for a reason.
And it definitely wasn’t for her boyfriend still downstairs, oblivious to Asami’s adultery
.
“Keep your eyes there,” Korra commands. “you’re going to watch me fuck you until I say so.”
Asami whines low in her throat, wetness making itself known on her inner thighs. Peridot and Cerulean stay locked in the dirty mirror as fingers prob themselves at the entrance to Asami’s soaping cunt. She tries her hardest to stay focused, her hips rocking down on their own accord, needing relief. Asami nearly loses her footing when Korra decides to grant mercy and sink within her awaiting walls. She squeezes her eyes shut for a split second, her senses overloading on everything Korra.
It"d been two days since they’d last been together, but Asami’s body is reacting as if Korra hasn’t touched her in forever.
When Korra starts thrusting, the knot in Asami’s stomach becomes embarrassingly tight almost immediately. She can feel the beginnings of her orgasm already. She struggles to keep her eyes on Korra, the reflective image of their rocking bodies and Korra’s arm flexing with every well-aimed thrust damn near ruins her.
She whines low in her throat when she feels fingers curl and hit right there. Her thighs clench tightly around Korra, conflicted between pushing her away or keeping her locked in. The building orgasm is just out of reach, her legs tingle and her feet go numb. But just as quickly as it builds it stops when Korra halts her movements.
“Fuck. Korra, what the fuck.” Asami huffs in annoyance.
“You know why,” Is all she says, lifting Asami’s shirt and leaning down to kiss her exposed back. Her senses are going haywire, between the edging and Korra’s whisper of kisses on sensitive skin, Asami starts rocking backward once again. The brief touch of Korra’s shorts on her clit has her pushing back harder.
When the knot starts tightening again, Asami almost cries with relief until hands grip her hips and force her to stop. Shudders run through her body at the abrupt denial, and an almost sob breaks through her lips.
“Korra, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” She manages to gasp out, her body so overcome with the need to orgasm it’s taking everything to not just rub one out herself. But a part of her, the part Korra discovered accidentally, is relishing in the drawn-out release. She knows it’ll be worth it, even if right now she’s willing to just tell Korra to fuck her and she’ll accept a punishment later.
“But then who’s gonna take care of this?” She says almost reverently, guiding a hand up Asami’s thigh with the faintest of touches before swiping an appreciative finger through her wetness. “Look at you, you’re a mess.”
“Korra,” Asami moans.
“Tsk,” Is the only response she gets before her fingers are sheathed once again. Asami jerks, her face almost slamming into the sink when Korra sets a pace. Her hips rock, meeting her thrust for thrust and she practically soars to the edge, especially when she feels a hand on her lower back, firmly keeping her in place.
“How does it feel?” Comes the breathy growl against her shoulder, then a possessive bite. “How does it feel knowing I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like the slut you are?”
Asami whimpers, her brain refusing to form a coherent sentence let alone a singular word. She’s so close, so fucking close it’s teetering her on the edge of insanity. Korra’s fingers are merciless, hitting their intended mark every time and keeping a maddening pace.
“Tell me,” Korra demands, her fingers slowing and Asami does shed a few tears this time.
“G-good,” Asami moans, her voice raspy and raw, “So fucking good. Korra please, please.”
“What?”
“Don’t stop.”
Asami feels the brush of lips against her shoulder. “I won’t baby.”
And she doesn’t.
Her fingers drive with purpose, generating more of the friction that Asami has been begging for. Her hands fumble around the sink as the knot in her stomach grows, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust of Korra’s fingers. Tears collect at the edges of her eyes once again, the last few minutes of teasing and edging overwhelming her with uncomfortable pleasure.
“K-Korra,” Asami whines.
“I’m right here baby, god, you’re taking me so well.”
“So close.”
“I know.”
Asami feels Korra’s other hand slide down and join in the deliciously torturous fucking taking place. The added pressure to her clit has Asami jolting, her hands fumbling around for something, anything to anchor her to reality.
“Holy f-fuck!” Asami practically yells, her voice strained and body keening.
The knot snaps, setting every nerve on fire. Asami is seeing stars, her hand has managed to grip something and she’s clutching it with so much force her fingers begin to mildly cramp. She doesn’t care. The waves of pleasure rolling through her muffle all her other senses, muting the world around her. She can vaguely feel Korra still moving her fingers, letting Asami ride out the waves.
At some point, Asami is blinking open her eyes. The bathroom light is almost harsh against her still recovering senses, but as she adjusts she becomes aware of a comforting hand making circles on her back. Her body feels heavy and weightless at the same time. Slowly, she pushes off the countertop and turns to face Korra. Her pussy is still sensitive and even the smallest of motions sends little tingles through her whole body but thankfully it’s a bearable feeling.
“Welcome back,” Says Korra, an easy grin on her face.
“Jesus, how long was I out?” Asami groans, leaning heavily on the counter.
As if noticing her unbalanced state, Korra reaches out and gently offers her support. Asami practically melts within the cage of Korra’s arms. “Not long,” she says after a beat. “A minute max maybe but that’s it. You okay?”
“Yeah,” Asami chirps. “You quite literally just fucked me to the point of blacking out.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Korra teases and Asami lightly shoves her shoulder.
But then a smirk grows on Asami’s lips, “Remember your graduation night?”
That one question has Korra going from teasing to almost bashful. “Okay fair point. You did turn on the sink this time though, which is definitely a first.”
That has a strangled laugh of shock coming from Asami. “You’re joking.”
“Nope, when I realized you were out I noticed the water running. I’m surprised my laughing didn’t bring you out sooner.”
They’re both thrown into a fit of laughter after.
And it’s moments like these, that have lines being more and more blurred. Asami’s highest of highs and lowest of lows always have one common factor, Korra.
Harsh pounding on the door has their laughter slowly dying out. “I’m about to piss all over the floor if you don’t let me in!” The words are slurred but also desperate, it sends them spiraling into another fit of laughter.
Quickly they adjust themselves to look more presentable. Asami rinses the rest of her lipstick off, using the liquid residue to tame her wild locks. Korra helps adjust her skirt again, tugging it down until it’s the length it’s supposed to be, covering the wetness that still coats between Asami’s thighs.
The thought alone has a heat unfurling in her belly once again. Especially since she hasn’t had the chance to return the favor to Korra yet. Unfortunately, the pounding on the door hasn’t ceased. Asami has half the mind to tell them to fuck off, but Korra is already grabbing her hand and leading them out.
“Fucking finally!” The guy exclaims, shoving between Asami and the door before slamming it closed behind himself.
The two share another laugh, moving a little ways down the hallway. The music is still going at full volume, laughter can just be heard over the bass, and the air still smells strongly of the many substances brought. Asami almost forgot where they were at. The bathroom they locked themselves in felt like a whole other world.
Asami feels disappointed almost that their time got cut short. She shouldn’t be. She’s used to their quickies in hidden corners and empty rooms. But still, something clenches at the thought of departing too soon.
Their normal behavior that’s driven by fierce libidos is replaced with a sense of stability at this moment. Almost as if…
Asami physically shakes her head, ridding herself of the thought before it can even form. They need to go back to what she’s used to, so as not to give herself a false sense of hope. Because they can never be more than what they are now. They don’t deserve to be after all they’ve done to others, to each other.
So Asami tugs on Korra’s hand, causing the cerulean-eyed girl to pause and look back in question. She says nothing, only brings her lips down on Korra’s. It’s not soft, the kiss, it’s almost as harsh as it was when they first discovered each other’s taste.
Korra lets out a little whine, a noise that has Asami pulling back with a smirk holding more promises than the one she’s about to give. “Mako is visiting Bolin tomorrow, I’ll be all by myself. No assignments are due. My father won’t be expecting me for another week.” She wraps her arms around Korra’s shoulders, playing with the long strands of her hair between fingers. “What do you say?”
Something akin to longing flickered too briefly within blue depths that Asami is sure she imagined it. She doesn’t get the chance to dwell on what she might’ve not seen before Korra is giving her another kiss. This one is softer than the one previously shared.
It warms Asami from the inside out.
“Text me when he’s gone. I’ll be right there.” A familiar carnal grin forms on Korra’s lips, but it almost seems fake.
Asami doesn’t dare acknowledge it.
“Perfect.” Smiling, she gives Korra one last lingering kiss before pulling away. “I need to get back before Mako realizes how long I’ve been gone. But I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow.” Korra parrots in agreement.
Asami is spinning on her heel and all but running away a second after.
Something shifted tonight. Somehow, some way, they walked out of that bathroom with another invisible line crossed. Which doesn’t make sense, they did nothing out of the ordinary, the teasing, the foreplay, the sex, it’s how it always is. But for some reason, the after is what felt different.
The pressure of what it could be weighs heavily on Asami, even as she finds Mako, talking with Opal and their other friends.
He smiles at her albeit confused why she wasn’t with Opal when he went looking for her almost half an hour ago. She makes up an excuse, saying all the bathrooms were taken so she had to wait in a long line. Not a lie exactly, the bathrooms did have long lines, just not the one she was occupying at the time.
He doesn’t question it, simply wraps an arm around her shoulder and turns back to Wei… or Wing. One of the twins.
It’s Opal that sees right through her lie. Her mouth fixed in a disappointed line and brows furrowed with disapproval. Asami doesn’t once look her way. She has enough to think about, without her best friend pointing out just how royally she’s fucking up every time she refuses to cut ties with a certain tan-skinned girl.
So, she settles beneath Mako’s arm, going as far as leaning into him. She has enough of a conscious to feel dirty, and no matter how many showers she takes nothing will ever make her feel clean. And she’s got no one to blame but herself.
Because she cares for Mako, truly she does.
And she doesn’t feel anything for Korra, outside of pure lust and attraction.
But the thought of removing Korra from any part of her life leaves an eerie emptiness within her chest. Asami almost groans in frustration.
Tomorrow.
She’d worry about all of this tomorrow. When she’s sober and not still sticky between her thighs from Korra, and pretending she loves her boyfriend as much as she should.
Plucking Mako’s half-filled cup from his hand, she chugs the rest of it in one go. Needing to shut off her brain for a little longer.
Tomorrow…