FIC - [A:TLA] - Jet/Azula - "Humans are Predators Too"
[Series:] Avatar: the Last Airbender
[Pairing:] Jet/Azula
[Setting:] AR (alternate reality of sorts), basically Lake Laogai didn't end the same and Jet's still imprisoned same time as Azula during the Book Two finale
[Title:] "Humans Are Predators Too"
[Author:] kyatto
[Rating:] NC-17
[Word Count:] 2,058
[Summary:] Jet and Azula meet in prison together. Azula's surprised she finds him to be rather attractive. Fortunately, he doesn't know she's Fire Nation! (PWP - Written for the Smutfest last fall/winter)
[Warnings:] M/F sex, basically
Humans Are Predators Too
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Long Feng was apparently a lot more intelligent than she initially had given him credit for. Azula sighed, slumping against the stone wall of the cell she had been thrown into only minutes ago. She had been busy plotting with Mai and Ty Lee when several Dai Lee agents whisked her away. They told her she would keep kept in the cell until the plebian fool had a spare moment to deal with her himself. Fine, it would give her time to think on her own. This was not the worst situation she found herself in.
She was startled from her own thoughts at the sound of another’s heavy breathing. Was she not alone in this cell? “Who’s there!”
“Calm down,” came a smooth male voice. A young man limped into the beam of light coming through the barred window in the door. “Name’s Jet.”
“What happened to you?” Azula snapped, not really caring, merely asking to ease into conversation.
“Long Feng and the Dai Lee, what else could it have been?” Jet scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What’d you do? Try to proposition them?”
“You watch your mouth!” She barked, glaring at him. “That is not the way to speak to the Pri- a Kyoshi Warrior!” Thank the spirits she caught herself. She was in no mood to fight a lamed peasant.
“Easy, lady,” Jet murmured. “Sheesh, are all girls this high-strung or just the ones I bump into?”
Jet eased even more so forward and sat down in front of her. The light through the window illuminated his entire form, outlining it with a pale green glow. His skin was sun-kissed, a bronzed tan only years in the sun could achieve. Dark brown hair, a shaggy wild mess, framed his angular face in all the right ways. Sharp, thin, and expressive eyebrows drew attention to the gleaming olive tones of his eyes - brightened even more so by the greenish hue of the light hitting them. All he had on were dirt and bloodstained dark blue trousers and well-worn shoes. Around his rib cage were tightly wrapped filthy bandages. His chest, abdomen, and upper arms were well defined with tight, toned muscle. He almost looked like a real-life depiction of the bronze warrior statues adorning important landmarks of the Fire Nation. Jet’s smirk and emotional eyes were what kept her realizing how very real he was.
Azula had never been alone with a boy like this. At least, one who was not in her family. Despite her aggressive nature, she was feeling awkward and shy. He was her only companion until the Dai Lee returned. She did not feel up to scaring him off. Despite her hatred for those beneath her, he was injured, and stuck here just like she was. She might as well have peasant’s company over none at all. It wasn’t as if he was an ugly peasant either. Far from it. In fact, it was hard for her not to look at him. And this was a girl who had seen many Agni Kais in her lifetime. There was something about Jet that just enticed her.
“Don’t be shy,” Jet chided gently. “Come over here so I can see you.”
“Alright,” Azula whispered agreeably.
She crawled closer to him, the baggy clothing of the uniform even without the armor made it slightly difficult and she was careful not to trip. Azula sat in front of him, so that the light illuminated her form as well. The green glow only made her look even paler, her full ruby red lips and glittering gold eyes glinting. Her dark hair was pulled back in a topknot, with two rogue stands fluttering in front of her face. Despite her glower, there was something delicate about her. She looked much like the marble sculptures of Avatar Kyoshi, only minus all the makeup. To Jet, she was absolutely gorgeous. The sun must have been shining on him to provide him with such exquisite company.
“You’re beautiful,” Jet gasped, eyes widening slightly.
Azula was about to shoot back a witty retort but caught herself and glanced downwards and away, merely murmuring a soft “I know.”
“Come here,” Jet said quietly, leaning forward and cupping her face with one hand, tilting it back up and brushing her hair away.
When all was said and done, Azula was not sure why she had done it. It was unlike her to just give in. However, Jet gave her plenty of temptation. There was an added bonus to the fact he did not know who and what she was. No one would ever hear about it, and given Jet’s condition, there was no guarantee he would live long enough to tell. They were just two attractive strangers bumping into each other in the night. Soon she would go back to being the princess of the Fire Nation. He would return to being…whoever he was. Not that she particularly cared.
Jet did not take his sweet time claiming her mouth with his own. He kissed her forcefully, hungrily, as if intimacy with a woman had been what he craved his entire life. She made an effort to return the fervor, but it was not as if this were something she had done often in her lifetime. At some point he pulled her hair free and it cascaded down her back. The cool air of the cell hit her skin as she suddenly found herself without a top and her pants working to make their escape from her as well. When she was in nothing more than her underwraps Jet pulled away from her to take her in with his gaze. There was no denying how beautiful she was. Perky breasts, narrow hips, and very supple curves carved into delicate looking porcelain.
He pounced her with the ferocity of an animal. Azula’s breasts bounced free as he tore off the wraps that bound them. They quickly became chilled, her nipples peaking at the temperature. One hand braced the small of her back as he trailed heated kisses and quick bites down her neck and collarbones. It wasn’t long before his mouth found her breasts, giving her brief instances of warmth every time he gave a nipple a very sensuous sucking. Heat pooled in her lower abdomen and a tingling sensation grew between her legs. Now every touch of his sent tiny bolts of electricity through her body, registering in her brain as the most pleasurable sensations. Arousal enhanced her sensitivity, and Azula was getting impatient for him to touch her where she wanted it most.
The small, sharp gasps that escaped her and her tight grip on his upper arms were all Jet needed to know he was doing the right things. He could feel her heating up and while he would have liked some action, he felt it would be better to take care of her first. Pain was starting to flare in the wounds on his ribcage and he was unsure if he could enter her and thrust without it being too painful. She gave off the vibes of being a curious virgin, if her lack of knowing where to touch him was any indication. He wanted her to have a good experience.
Jet managed to rid her of her pants and place her on his lap, facing away from him. He could feel the swell of her ass right up against his groin. Murmuring encouragement in her ear, his hands found her breasts and he squeezed and massaged them. He noticed the gentle approach didn’t faze her too much, but when he applied just the right amount of pressure she arched and rocked in his lap. Perfect. When it felt as if she was growing bored, he kept one hand massaging idly while the other slid down to her folds. He ran his fingers along the slit a few times to get a feel for how wet he was making her. She jumped and gasped at the touch at first, then settled back against him with a breathy sigh when she realized he wasn’t going to harm her most sensitive area. With two fingers he found her clit and knew to apply pressure as he rubbed it. Jet heard her moan softly and she reached behind to dig her nails into his thighs. Her soft moans and gasps turned to panting as he picked up speed. Azula rocked a little and arched her hips and Jet could tell she was getting close.
“I think…I-I’m there…” Azula said, though it came out more like a whimper, the sensations flooding through her causing her voice to break.
Jet groaned as he heard her suck in a breath through her teeth, clawing at whatever she could reach as she arched her back, spasming for several seconds before calming down. His hand lingered, gently pressing into her opening as he could feel the increased wetness cover his fingers. She slid off him, and before he could protest, tugged roughly at his pants. He lifted himself up obligingly, and she pulled them down enough to free his throbbing hard cock. With little hesitation she wrapped her hand around it and stroked it slowly. It was obvious by her movements and loose grip how inexperienced she was, but the look of determination in her eyes as she peered up at him was really fucking sexy. Gently, so as not to seem rude, he took her hand in his own to show her to tighten her grip.
He bit his lip to stifle a louder groan as with a tighter grip and quicker pace he was not sure how long he was going to last. His eyes fixated on her face and then on her breasts. They bounced slightly with the movement of her arm and he bucked into her hand if only to try to make them bounce more. Jet cupped her face and kissed her roughly as she stroked him harder; she could feel his cock pulsing in her grip. Pre-come dripped onto her hand and act as a lubricant to avoid unwanted friction. It felt so amazing and she looked so hot Jet felt he didn’t want it to end like this.
Jet picked her up then and practically impaled her on his cock. She cried out, but not from pain. Azula had been loosened just enough when he fingered her before. Her hymen had broken during one of her many battles, so it was not an obstacle. Lost in the heat of the moment she rode him wildly. With a firm grasp on her hips Jet bounced her up and down, his eyes no longer on her face at all. He felt immense pleasure at feeling her tight hot wetness around him and watching her luscious breasts bounce up and down in plain view. She moaned and held onto his shoulders, helping him out by rocking her hips. He felt big inside her and she quite liked that. His hands grabbed her ass as they both picked up speed, his nails sure to leave small marks.
He pulled her down until their pelvises met as he came in her with a groan. Jet kept her there until he started to soften then let her pull herself back up. A little bit of come and her own juices trickled out onto her thigh. He reached up to finger her again, alternating between stroking her clit and pushing two fingers into her. She was already so hot and so wet from being fucked it didn’t take her long to reach her release. Azula came hard; more of his come and her wetness dripping down her thigh. Jet kissed her sloppily and licked his fingers. He then lay back on the pile of her clothes and pulled her down with him.
They lay there side by side in the little sliver of light. A few lazy kisses and stroking of each other’s bodies, before they both feel into a doze from exhaustion. Azula had never felt so tired except only after a rough fight. She didn’t have it in her to separate herself from his peasant. Thankfully, Jet had no idea he had just fucked a Fire Nation girl. Or better yet, the princess. He was in for a surprise in the morning!
~*~
[Pairing:] Jet/Azula
[Setting:] AR (alternate reality of sorts), basically Lake Laogai didn't end the same and Jet's still imprisoned same time as Azula during the Book Two finale
[Title:] "Humans Are Predators Too"
[Author:] kyatto
[Rating:] NC-17
[Word Count:] 2,058
[Summary:] Jet and Azula meet in prison together. Azula's surprised she finds him to be rather attractive. Fortunately, he doesn't know she's Fire Nation! (PWP - Written for the Smutfest last fall/winter)
[Warnings:] M/F sex, basically
Humans Are Predators Too
~*~
Long Feng was apparently a lot more intelligent than she initially had given him credit for. Azula sighed, slumping against the stone wall of the cell she had been thrown into only minutes ago. She had been busy plotting with Mai and Ty Lee when several Dai Lee agents whisked her away. They told her she would keep kept in the cell until the plebian fool had a spare moment to deal with her himself. Fine, it would give her time to think on her own. This was not the worst situation she found herself in.
She was startled from her own thoughts at the sound of another’s heavy breathing. Was she not alone in this cell? “Who’s there!”
“Calm down,” came a smooth male voice. A young man limped into the beam of light coming through the barred window in the door. “Name’s Jet.”
“What happened to you?” Azula snapped, not really caring, merely asking to ease into conversation.
“Long Feng and the Dai Lee, what else could it have been?” Jet scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What’d you do? Try to proposition them?”
“You watch your mouth!” She barked, glaring at him. “That is not the way to speak to the Pri- a Kyoshi Warrior!” Thank the spirits she caught herself. She was in no mood to fight a lamed peasant.
“Easy, lady,” Jet murmured. “Sheesh, are all girls this high-strung or just the ones I bump into?”
Jet eased even more so forward and sat down in front of her. The light through the window illuminated his entire form, outlining it with a pale green glow. His skin was sun-kissed, a bronzed tan only years in the sun could achieve. Dark brown hair, a shaggy wild mess, framed his angular face in all the right ways. Sharp, thin, and expressive eyebrows drew attention to the gleaming olive tones of his eyes - brightened even more so by the greenish hue of the light hitting them. All he had on were dirt and bloodstained dark blue trousers and well-worn shoes. Around his rib cage were tightly wrapped filthy bandages. His chest, abdomen, and upper arms were well defined with tight, toned muscle. He almost looked like a real-life depiction of the bronze warrior statues adorning important landmarks of the Fire Nation. Jet’s smirk and emotional eyes were what kept her realizing how very real he was.
Azula had never been alone with a boy like this. At least, one who was not in her family. Despite her aggressive nature, she was feeling awkward and shy. He was her only companion until the Dai Lee returned. She did not feel up to scaring him off. Despite her hatred for those beneath her, he was injured, and stuck here just like she was. She might as well have peasant’s company over none at all. It wasn’t as if he was an ugly peasant either. Far from it. In fact, it was hard for her not to look at him. And this was a girl who had seen many Agni Kais in her lifetime. There was something about Jet that just enticed her.
“Don’t be shy,” Jet chided gently. “Come over here so I can see you.”
“Alright,” Azula whispered agreeably.
She crawled closer to him, the baggy clothing of the uniform even without the armor made it slightly difficult and she was careful not to trip. Azula sat in front of him, so that the light illuminated her form as well. The green glow only made her look even paler, her full ruby red lips and glittering gold eyes glinting. Her dark hair was pulled back in a topknot, with two rogue stands fluttering in front of her face. Despite her glower, there was something delicate about her. She looked much like the marble sculptures of Avatar Kyoshi, only minus all the makeup. To Jet, she was absolutely gorgeous. The sun must have been shining on him to provide him with such exquisite company.
“You’re beautiful,” Jet gasped, eyes widening slightly.
Azula was about to shoot back a witty retort but caught herself and glanced downwards and away, merely murmuring a soft “I know.”
“Come here,” Jet said quietly, leaning forward and cupping her face with one hand, tilting it back up and brushing her hair away.
When all was said and done, Azula was not sure why she had done it. It was unlike her to just give in. However, Jet gave her plenty of temptation. There was an added bonus to the fact he did not know who and what she was. No one would ever hear about it, and given Jet’s condition, there was no guarantee he would live long enough to tell. They were just two attractive strangers bumping into each other in the night. Soon she would go back to being the princess of the Fire Nation. He would return to being…whoever he was. Not that she particularly cared.
Jet did not take his sweet time claiming her mouth with his own. He kissed her forcefully, hungrily, as if intimacy with a woman had been what he craved his entire life. She made an effort to return the fervor, but it was not as if this were something she had done often in her lifetime. At some point he pulled her hair free and it cascaded down her back. The cool air of the cell hit her skin as she suddenly found herself without a top and her pants working to make their escape from her as well. When she was in nothing more than her underwraps Jet pulled away from her to take her in with his gaze. There was no denying how beautiful she was. Perky breasts, narrow hips, and very supple curves carved into delicate looking porcelain.
He pounced her with the ferocity of an animal. Azula’s breasts bounced free as he tore off the wraps that bound them. They quickly became chilled, her nipples peaking at the temperature. One hand braced the small of her back as he trailed heated kisses and quick bites down her neck and collarbones. It wasn’t long before his mouth found her breasts, giving her brief instances of warmth every time he gave a nipple a very sensuous sucking. Heat pooled in her lower abdomen and a tingling sensation grew between her legs. Now every touch of his sent tiny bolts of electricity through her body, registering in her brain as the most pleasurable sensations. Arousal enhanced her sensitivity, and Azula was getting impatient for him to touch her where she wanted it most.
The small, sharp gasps that escaped her and her tight grip on his upper arms were all Jet needed to know he was doing the right things. He could feel her heating up and while he would have liked some action, he felt it would be better to take care of her first. Pain was starting to flare in the wounds on his ribcage and he was unsure if he could enter her and thrust without it being too painful. She gave off the vibes of being a curious virgin, if her lack of knowing where to touch him was any indication. He wanted her to have a good experience.
Jet managed to rid her of her pants and place her on his lap, facing away from him. He could feel the swell of her ass right up against his groin. Murmuring encouragement in her ear, his hands found her breasts and he squeezed and massaged them. He noticed the gentle approach didn’t faze her too much, but when he applied just the right amount of pressure she arched and rocked in his lap. Perfect. When it felt as if she was growing bored, he kept one hand massaging idly while the other slid down to her folds. He ran his fingers along the slit a few times to get a feel for how wet he was making her. She jumped and gasped at the touch at first, then settled back against him with a breathy sigh when she realized he wasn’t going to harm her most sensitive area. With two fingers he found her clit and knew to apply pressure as he rubbed it. Jet heard her moan softly and she reached behind to dig her nails into his thighs. Her soft moans and gasps turned to panting as he picked up speed. Azula rocked a little and arched her hips and Jet could tell she was getting close.
“I think…I-I’m there…” Azula said, though it came out more like a whimper, the sensations flooding through her causing her voice to break.
Jet groaned as he heard her suck in a breath through her teeth, clawing at whatever she could reach as she arched her back, spasming for several seconds before calming down. His hand lingered, gently pressing into her opening as he could feel the increased wetness cover his fingers. She slid off him, and before he could protest, tugged roughly at his pants. He lifted himself up obligingly, and she pulled them down enough to free his throbbing hard cock. With little hesitation she wrapped her hand around it and stroked it slowly. It was obvious by her movements and loose grip how inexperienced she was, but the look of determination in her eyes as she peered up at him was really fucking sexy. Gently, so as not to seem rude, he took her hand in his own to show her to tighten her grip.
He bit his lip to stifle a louder groan as with a tighter grip and quicker pace he was not sure how long he was going to last. His eyes fixated on her face and then on her breasts. They bounced slightly with the movement of her arm and he bucked into her hand if only to try to make them bounce more. Jet cupped her face and kissed her roughly as she stroked him harder; she could feel his cock pulsing in her grip. Pre-come dripped onto her hand and act as a lubricant to avoid unwanted friction. It felt so amazing and she looked so hot Jet felt he didn’t want it to end like this.
Jet picked her up then and practically impaled her on his cock. She cried out, but not from pain. Azula had been loosened just enough when he fingered her before. Her hymen had broken during one of her many battles, so it was not an obstacle. Lost in the heat of the moment she rode him wildly. With a firm grasp on her hips Jet bounced her up and down, his eyes no longer on her face at all. He felt immense pleasure at feeling her tight hot wetness around him and watching her luscious breasts bounce up and down in plain view. She moaned and held onto his shoulders, helping him out by rocking her hips. He felt big inside her and she quite liked that. His hands grabbed her ass as they both picked up speed, his nails sure to leave small marks.
He pulled her down until their pelvises met as he came in her with a groan. Jet kept her there until he started to soften then let her pull herself back up. A little bit of come and her own juices trickled out onto her thigh. He reached up to finger her again, alternating between stroking her clit and pushing two fingers into her. She was already so hot and so wet from being fucked it didn’t take her long to reach her release. Azula came hard; more of his come and her wetness dripping down her thigh. Jet kissed her sloppily and licked his fingers. He then lay back on the pile of her clothes and pulled her down with him.
They lay there side by side in the little sliver of light. A few lazy kisses and stroking of each other’s bodies, before they both feel into a doze from exhaustion. Azula had never felt so tired except only after a rough fight. She didn’t have it in her to separate herself from his peasant. Thankfully, Jet had no idea he had just fucked a Fire Nation girl. Or better yet, the princess. He was in for a surprise in the morning!
~*~