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It’s been a week.
One excruciating week. And they haven’t talked about it once.
Asami is sitting on the steps of the temple, supposedly going over blueprints for a new prototype engine for her Satomobiles. So far, she’s made about two actual notes and one that just says “muscles”. She doesn’t remember writing that one.
Korra is sparring with Bolin not far from her and Asami literally cannot drag her gaze away from her fucking body. Korra’s arms displayed strength that Asami herself has experienced firsthand-- and that she’s been fantasizing about every single night since they hooked up after Zhu Li Moon’s presidential party. And her back? Asami bites the end of her pen, rolling it between her teeth as Korra effortlessly defends against the rock Bolin chucked at her. Gosh, could she be any sexier?
As Korra blasts Bolin in the face with waterbending, Asami can’t help the dirty idea that spawns in her head. A fantasy of pure lust makes her cheeks heat up furiously, of Korra’s toned body and those strong arms. She needs to run an errand.
She rolls up the blueprint with more force than necessary and stands from her seat on the staircase. Korra laughs at Bolin’s injured whine and teases him when he complains about the water going up his nose.
Everything Korra does is borderline feral and Asami wants nothing more than to experience it again; her mouth, her hands, her strength. Asami nearly shivers at the thought and all but sprints to her Satomobile.
Operating machinery was like a second nature to Asami. It was so easy; everything had it’s place and they all worked together smoothly. Kind of like her and Korra-- if Asami could tell what Korra was thinking half of the time.
Jamming her key into the ignition, Asami was ready to lose herself in her car, if not for the sound of a knock against the passenger door.
Korra leaned over it, all muscle and shiny, tanned skin. Asami swallows dryly as Korra’s crooked smile made her mind overheat. “Where are you going? Can I come?”
Asami swoons over Korra’s interest, as if she’d asked for her hand in marriage. She nearly forgets to reply as she watches a drop of sweat from Korra’s face land on her white leather seats. Arousal twists in her guts as she wishes she could lick it off.
“Yeah, yeah, totally. I have a.. Uhm, errand to run. It’s a little close to the red light district, though.” She fibs through her teeth. She wasn’t telling a complete lie-- there was a mechanic a block over from the district in question, but Asami was really interested in the adult shop behind it.
“Scandalous,” Korra waggles her eyebrows and Asami can’t help but laugh at it. “I love listening to you talk about car stuff. Give me five minutes.” And with that, Korra was already zooming away, atop a sphere of air, leaving Asami to gnaw upon the breeze like a fish out of water.
“Korra, are you ready to head back?” Asami asks, absently resting her palm on Korra’s bicep. Korra was holding a few bags; well, now that Asami’s looking right at her, it may be more than a few.. Despite being loaded with the burden of carrying around Asami’s shopping haul, Korra doesn’t seem all that bothered. Her head turns as Asami speaks to her.
“Huh? Oh, yeah! I’m starving anyway.” She agrees, adjusting her load and indirectly making Asami blush at the flex of her muscles.
“Why don’t you put those in the car? I have one more stop to make and it won’t take long.” Asami suggested, glancing over her shoulder. “Sorry for leaving you to carry everything, it must be heavy.”
Korra grins, lifting the bags up to her head and flexing. “Not at all! I’ll be in the car.”
Korra turns to cross the street and Asami steels herself. She’s relieved that Korra didn’t argue; she’d die of humiliation if Korra found out what she was buying.
It was a few blocks down, thankfully out of sight from where she parked. The usually busy streets were relatively empty during the day— well of course, since the red light district was much more active at night. There was no bell attached to the shop’s door, so nothing rang when she stepped inside.
It was quite different than Asami imagined. Everything was displayed nicely and not in the sexual-deviant way Asami had assumed. After a stunned moment staring at some lingerie she thought about coming back for, Asami located the front desk where a woman sat, head resting on her hand and seemingly sleeping.
“Excuse me?” Asami winces as the woman jolts awake, adjusting her glasses and blinking rapidly. “I’m looking for something in particular.”
“I’m so sorry! Yes, of course, how can I help?”
Korra awakes with a start. She sits up in her bed, the beginnings of a headache thrumming in the back of her skull. Standing, she trekked to the kitchen for some water.
After chugging at least two glasses, she felt much better. It wasn’t uncommon for her to get headaches after having a particularly rough spar or working out a little too hard. But she couldn’t fathom why it started so late and had to wake her up.
As she approaches Asami’s room, a quiet sound stops her.
“Fuck,” She can hear Asami swear, breathy and sort of strained. Concern immediately overtakes her. Asami had been acting a bit strange during dinner: picking at her food and chewing her lip. Was she alright? Was she hurt ?
“Yes,” Asami purrs, muffled behind the shut door, “Korra!”
Korra’s hand was hovering above the door panel, ready to knock. But now she just gawked— was Asami.. touching herself? And thinking about Korra , no less?
She couldn’t help the giddy feeling rising in her chest. Asami hadn’t mentioned last week’s hookup at all, which kind of worried her. Korra had thought it was just a one time thing and had tried to act as normal as possible.
But Asami Sato? Fantasizing about Korra? This was like a dream come true. Korra couldn’t help but listen, desire burning in her belly as she recognized Asami’s quiet whimpers and moans as she fucked herself to the thought of Korra.
“Right there, yes!” Asami keens, and Korra’s cheeks burst with heat at her tone. Korra could tell she was about to cum, and could imagine the way her pale thighs would begin to shake and the way her back would arch off of the bed.
Korra’s fingers brace themselves against the door as she strains to listen to Asami’s pretty sounds. The only thing she could catch were little whimpers, extra muffled, which meant Asami probably had her hand over her mouth.
“Korra— ah, Korra!” Asami’s cries of her name were starting to get to her. Korra squeezes her thighs together as Asami had gone silent. Fuck.
A floorboard creaks under Asami’s weight and Korra darts back to her room, slamming her door a little too loudly.
Her back was warm against the door and she heaves, trying to hold herself together. Asami had cum with Korra’s name on her lips and to the thought of Korra fucking her. Korra’s heart skipped a beat and she listened for anything else.
When all was silent, she threw herself onto her bed and screamed into her pillow. She didn’t sleep a wink— Asami’s sweet little sounds ringing in her ears all night.
“Korra,” Asami whispers into her ear, breath hitching as she lets a little moan slip through her lips. Her hands travel down Korra's body, lips brushing against her throat. “Korra..”
“Korra?” Korra sits up with a shout, hands already clenched into fists and ready to blast anything that moves with a raging blaze of fire.
“It’s just me.” Asami looks concerned, standing in front of her in only her pajamas— Korra had to avert her gaze. Asami’s figure was quite visible through her thin bathrobe.
Running a hand through her tangled hair, Korra groans. “Sorry, Asami, I didn’t sleep well.”
Asami’s cheeks flush a light pink, but she doesn’t press further. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Tenzin sent me to wake you for breakfast since you hadn't woken up yet.”
Korra yawns, eyeing Asami as she slides from beneath her blankets in only her chest wraps and underwear. Asami’s eyes were hidden behind her hand, but her cheeks were flushed a deeper red. Korra finds herself pleased that Asami blushes at the sight of her.
“Tell Tenzin I’ll be right there.” Korra murmurs, reaching for her pants.
“O-okay!” Asami says, hesitating for a moment before she scurried out of Korra’s room and down the hall. Korra couldn’t wipe the smug smile off of her face.
Meditation was never really Korra’s strong suit. She’s gotten better at it since the spirit portals were opened, since she had to spend a lot of time connecting with the spirits inside the spirit world and outside, in Republic City.
The moon was one of the only sources of light in the Aang Memorial Island’s temple, aside from Asami’s little lantern flickering as she works on her engineering stuff.
But Korra could tell she wasn’t working. Just because her eyes were closed didn’t mean she couldn’t feel Asami’s eyes roaming her body. Upon opening her eyes, Asami’s face snapped back to the mechanical device she’d been fiddling with for the past hour.
“What are you working on?” Korra asks her, sliding across the smooth floor to sit across from her.
“Aren’t you supposed to be meditating?” Asami reprimands her, raising a skeptical eyebrow and glancing to the shaft of moonlight Korra had been sitting under.
“It’s a little hard to focus when someone’s eye-fucking me the whole time.” Korra retorts, much to Asami’s chagrin. Her hands come up to cover her face as she stutters to defend herself.
“I wasn’t— ugh,” she scoffs, “ eye-fucking you!”
Korra raises her hands in surrender as Asami peeks at her from between her fingers. “Hey, I never said I didn’t enjoy it.”
Asami’s cheeks darken even further. “You’re so..”
“Hot? Smooth? Horny ?” Korra asks, the corners of her lips twitching up into a sinister little smile. “What are you gonna do about it?”
Asami’s startled expression changed in an instant, to something much different. Something much more… carnal . Korra recognizes that look from the bathroom of the presidential party. Excitement and desire flutters in her belly and she leans forward, expression expectant.
Asami leans forward, enough that each warm breath billows over Korra’s face. “What do you want me to do about it?”
Korra can feel arousal fog her brain, influencing her thoughts and words. Asami’s sultry voice and her bedroom eyes were only furthering Korra’s desire. Asami glances down to Korra’s lips, eyes dark and wanting.
Taking the hint, Korra slides the papers and the little machine to the side to close the gap. She presses her lips against Asami’s, one hand sliding up her thigh and the other bracing itself on her waist, slipping beneath her shirt.
Asami’s hands immediately came to settle in her hair, clutching at her head like a lifeline. Korra bites down on Asami’s lip, and takes advantage of the gasp she’s rewarded with, licking into her mouth with reckless abandon. Asami’s breathing grows heavier as she kisses Korra with just as much fervor, back arching to further press into Korra’s touch.
Korra’s hand slides to her sternum, gently but firmly guiding her onto her back. One of Asami’s hands remains tangled in Korra’s brown tresses and the other splays across her back, pulling them together, chest-to-chest.
Korra holds herself up with only one arm, the other lost beneath Asami’s shirt, feeling her up while her mouth continues its assault on Asami’s. Asami moans into Korra’s mouth as her body sings in response to Korra’s hand running over her lower stomach.
Breaking their kiss with a wet pop, Korra drags her mouth over Asami’s jaw to kiss down her throat.
“I’ve been— ah, thinking about this for so long. ” Asami gasps, tilting her head to give Korra more access. Korra licks up her throat, relishing in the moan that echoes off of the walls of the temple.
“I know,” Korra huffs, grazing between Asami’s thighs with her fingertips, smug in the way Asami’s thighs spread for her. “I can hear you moan my name at night.”
“Oh god ,” Asami gasps, a strained moan escaping her throat as Korra lightly presses down on her lower stomach.
“What do you think about?” Korra asks her, hand inching closer to Asami’s core, gently grazing over her panties.
“Oh, shit — Korra,” Asami arches into her touch, hips canting towards Korra’s hand, only for her to pull away and trace her way back up Asami’s abdomen.
“Tell me,” Korra begs her, breathy and wanting, pinning Asami’s hips beneath her own. “Please, tell me.”
Asami’s nails rake down her back as Korra grinds into her. Korra can’t help but moan as pleasure sings in her belly. Asami gasps for air, panting, “your mouth and your hands. I think about how good your fingers— fuck -- feel inside of me.”
Korra rolls her hips into Asami again, groaning through her teeth at just how good it feels. Asami licks a bead of sweat off of Korra’s jaw, whimpering when Korra adjusts her position and presses into her crotch.
“I love how strong you are,” Asami breathes into her ear, voice strained and panting. “I want you to hold me down while you fuck me.”
“Fuck, Asami.” Korra moans, stomach churning with pleasure. She does just what Asami says, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand and using the other to hold Asami’s leg up. Korra grinds herself into Asami, pace quickening and hips stuttering with each moan.
Asami isn’t any better off. Her body arches off of the floor, eyes fluttering shut and lips parted. She can’t do anything but whine and moan as Korra grinds them together roughly.
“Please-- ah -- fuck, Korra, harder, please, ” Asami gasps, sinking her teeth into her lower lip and hooking her free leg around the back of Korra’s thigh. Her fingers twitch as she instinctively looks for something to grab, but Korra’s firm grip prevents her. Korra’s eyes were screwed shut, pleasure written all over her face as she moans Asami’s name in a breathy prayer.
Korra rolls her hips against Asami’s with fervor, chasing their releases instinctually. Her head bows and she moans and pants into Asami’s hair, feeling the familiar way her abdomen winds up for a release. “‘Sami, I’m-- shit,”
Asami matches her rhythm to the best of her ability from where she was pinned under Korra’s body. Her eyebrows are knitted together as she whines little rasps of yes, yes, yes!
Korra’s head was so clouded with pleasure, she nearly missed the sounds of Mako and Bolin arguing nearby. Gritting her teeth, she forces her hips to still, stuttering against Asami’s. She pants into Asami’s chest, feeling unfathomably pissed off that they’d been interrupted again .
Asami nearly sobs. “Fuck, Korra, I was so close.”
“Me too, I’m sorry.” She releases Asami’s wrists, leaning back and running a hand through her sweaty hair. Asami didn’t move, eyes shut and trying to catch her breath. She let Asami’s leg go, and looked over her shoulder.
“Asami! Korra!” Bolin sing-songs from the front of the temple. She can see their shadows shifting along the floor. “Are you guys in there?”
“Yeah, we’ll be right out!” Korra calls to them, sucking in a deep breath as she glances over Asami’s debauched body. Her kiss swollen lips and the way her thighs spread limply made Korra want to fucking devour her. Unfortunately, Mako and Bolin were waiting outside, so she helps Asami stand and steadies her when she sways on her feet.
Asami wipes the remaining lipstick from her mouth, and then Korra’s.
“You need to wear less lipstick when we’re about to fuck.” Korra mutters as Asami reapplies her red lip with smooth expertise.
Asami fixes Korra’s collar, not before leaving a lipstick-stained kiss on her collarbone. “How am I supposed to know when you’re gonna jump me?” She accuses, but her tone was flirtatious.
Korra intertwines their fingers and scoffs. “You started it! Preying on me while I’m meditating.”
Asami rolls her eyes, letting Korra lead her out of the temple. Korra is pleased with her win.
“There you guys are!” Bolin cheers, throwing his arms over them. “Listen, Varrick just let me borrow the best mover ever! We have to watch it together.”
If you asked Korra what this mover was about, she would have no fucking idea what to tell you.
It wasn’t because the mover was bad— rather, it was because Asami was leaning on her and tracing her finger lightly over Korra’s upper thigh. Korra’s gaze zeroed in on Asami’s movements, watching as her finger traced patterns across her pants. It was driving her absolutely fucking crazy. This was so much worse than Asami playing footsies with her under the table. Asami’s fingers this close to her crotch was making her feel all hot and bothered.
Korra’s heart pounds in her chest and her mouth was dry for what felt like an eternity but couldn’t have been any longer than an hour or so. Once the credits began to roll, Asami sits up and glances back at Korra with a teasing grin.
“I think I’ll head to bed.” Asami tells Mako and Bolin and Korra’s stomach does flips. Mako and Bolin both wish her goodnight and Korra’s eyes follow her out-- specifically the way her hips sway when she walks. Once the brothers went back to discussing the mover, Korra watches as Asami turns around and wags her finger in a come here motion.
Asami’s footsteps grow fainter as Korra just stares in the direction she’d disappeared in. With a glance to Mako and Bolin, she excuses herself as well. She forces herself to walk normally until she was out of sight before breaking into a full sprint towards the girl’s side of the temple.
Korra all but throws Asami’s bedroom door open, desire burning in the pit of her stomach. Asami’s head whips towards the door; she’s standing in the middle of her room, already in her pajamas and staring at Korra like a deer in headlights.
“Hi, Korra,” Asami purrs when she regains her composure. Korra doesn’t respond. She steps inside of Asami’s room and shuts the door quietly behind her, making sure the click of the lock was the only thing heard in the room beside her own huffs of breath.
Asami sits on her bed gracefully, like she does all things, and pats the spot next to her. Korra instead stands in front of her, forcing Asami to look up at her if she wanted to make eye contact. “Are you going to kiss me?” Asami asks her.
Korra tilts her head in thought. Feeling like a little revenge, she leans down, just close enough for their lips to brush. She braces a hand on Asami’s thigh and notes the way she stiffens at the touch. “Beg.”
Asami’s face doesn’t change, but she flutters her eyelashes a little and in a sultry whisper she asks, “Please kiss me, Korra?”
Pleased and quite desperate herself, Korra sits down beside her, all but dragging Asami onto her lap. Once Asami’s thighs were situated on either side of hers, Korra slots their lips together with a fierce passion and desperate hunger. Asami lets out a little sound when Korra caresses the small of her back, hips rolling forward slightly.
Asami’s fingers tangle themselves in Korra’s hair and she tugs back, earning a moan from Korra and exposing her throat. Ducking down, Asami kisses down her jaw and nips at her throat in deliberate motions, sucking a deep mark into Korra’s neck. Korra hums pleasantly, thumb rubbing circles into Asami’s hip.
This seemed to really turn Asami on; she moans into Korra’s throat and bites down on the sensitive skin there. Korra groaned, but made no move to pull away. Asami’s hands wandered down her body, nails catching on the wrinkles of the fabric of her shirt every so often. Asami lets Korra’s hair go as she kisses her again, heavy and full of desire.
Asami moans into her mouth when Korra rubs around her hip again, an erogenous zone that Korra was currently abusing. “Please, Korra,” Asami whispers against Korra’s mouth, sentence broken when Korra kisses her again. “I want you to fuck me.”
Korra moans in response, pinning Asami to the bed in one swift motion. Asami lets out a broken moan at Korra’s display of strength, hooking her legs around the backs of Korra’s thighs to hold her in place. Korra pins one of her wrists to the bed, her other hand slipping beneath Asami’s pajama pants to slide over her core. Asami’s breath hitches and her free hand travels beneath Korra’s shirt to feel her up.
She teases the entrance, slicking up her fingers before pushing them inside of Asami’s core. Asami’s hips jerk and she muffles her moan against Korra’s mouth, biting the Avatar’s lower lip and licking into her mouth. Curling her fingers, Korra revels in the way Asami’s back arches and the drag of her nails beneath Korra’s shirt.
The more pressure Korra applies, curling and uncurling her fingers inside of Asami, rubbing against that spot, the louder and more Asami moans and the rougher her hips buck. “That’s-- shit , that’s so good, Korra.”
Korra kisses below her jaw, sucking a brand new hickey into her throat, alongside the numerous faded ones that Asami had surely covered dutifully every day. With each gentle slide of Korra’s fingers against that spot, Asami’s moans began to strain and her thighs began to tremble as she careened towards her orgasm.
“Korra, w-wait, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Asami gasps, pushing against Korra’s abdomen and straining against where her wrist was pinned against the bed. Korra immediately let her go, fingers slipping from inside of her. Korra pulled back to search her face, concerned that she might’ve done something wrong.
“Are you okay?” Korra asks her, cupping her face gently. Asami takes a shuddering breath, biting her lip in focus.
“Yeah-- yeah, I’m fine, I just..” Her eyes shift to her bedside table and Korra follows her gaze. The lowest drawer was cracked open and Korra looks back to find Asami covering her eyes and pointing to it. “Can you, um, look in there for me?”
Korra stands, nodding skeptically. She bends down to open the drawer and she opens it about halfway before she freezes. A dildo, blue, lay innoculously in the middle of the drawer. Attached to it was a harness of some sort and with a jolt of arousal, Korra realizes it’s a strap-on. A clear bottle of lubricant lay beside it, about three-fourths full.
Upon looking back at Asami, Korra noticed how embarrassed she was. Her cheeks were red and she’d averted her gaze. “We don’t have to use it if you don’t want to,” Asami murmurs, mouth hidden behind her hand.
Belatedly, Korra realizes that this is what Asami was fucking herself with when she was imagining it was Korra all along.
Korra reaches for the hem of her shirt, stripping it off in a swift motion along with her pants, and tossing them to the side to be dealt with later. Asami watches her the entire time, eyes roaming over her body like she was trying to commit it to memory.
“You want me to fuck you with the strap, ‘Sami?” Korra asks her, picking up the bottle of lube and tucking it between the hem of her underwear and her skin.
“Yes, please ,” Asami whispers from her place on the bed, watching as Korra picks up the strap by its harness and steps into it. She can’t help but admit she felt a little silly at first, but with the way Asami was staring at her, Korra decided it would be fine. As long as Asami’s hungry eyes didn’t leave her body.
Korra slides her hands up Asami’s thighs and hooks her fingers into the waistband of her pajama pants and panties. Asami was watching her carefully, eyes half-lidded and kiss-swollen lips parted slightly. Korra leans down to press kiss after kiss onto Asami’s stomach, working her way down.
Asami’s blush deepens the closer Korra gets to her core. Korra slides her pants and panties down her legs and she lifts them to aid. Korra lets them fall where her own clothes did, too focused on the way Asami was spread out before her. Korra holds Asami’s gaze as she leans down to lick up Asami’s core, her stomach erupting with butterflies when Asami lets out a strangled moan and looks away.
Korra untucks the lube from where she’d been storing it, drizzling it onto her hand and lubing up the entire length of her strap-on. Asami’s gaze had returned and her breath hitches as Korra tosses the lube onto the bed and wipes her hand on her thigh.
Gripping Asami’s thighs, Korra pulls her down towards the edge of the bed, Asami squealing with surprise as she was manhandled into place. Korra kisses her firmly, but not roughly before pulling back just far enough to ask, “are you ready?”
“Yeah.” Asami breathes, and Korra lines their hips up. She was slow to bottom out, watching Asami carefully as she pushes in.
There was little resistance. Asami’s ankles cross behind her back, and her thighs tremble a little. Korra can’t help but watch as Asami’s cunt devours the length of the dildo, much to Asami’s dismay as she whines, “ fuck -- don’t watch, Korra!”
Korra silences her with a kiss, one hand holding Asami’s hip and the other sliding beneath her pajama top and over her breasts. Asami’s breathing hitches and she kisses Korra roughly, hands coming to hold Korra’s face and tangle into her hair. Korra gives an experimental roll of her hips, swallowing Asami’s moan and licking across her bottom lip.
“More,” Asami begs against Korra’s mouth, and Korra provides, setting a steady pace as she rocks her hips into Asami.
Asami moans with each thrust, nails digging into Korra’s shoulder and fingers tugging at her hair. Korra lets Asami pant against her lips, torn between wanting to kiss and Korra’s hips forcing little moans past her lips with each roll. Korra picks up the pace a little, leaning back to watch the dildo slide in and out of her cunt. Glancing back up to Asami, her head was tossed back and one of her hands grips the blankets. The other braces itself on Korra’s forearm, nails digging into the skin.
Asami was so beautiful, lip trapped between white teeth and her hips moving in tandem to Korra’s. Korra was mesmerized by Asami’s body and the way her hair fanned across the blankets like a dark halo. She wanted nothing more than to give Asami her everything, to lose herself in Asami’s pleasure. Desire roils in her belly and she gives Asami a particularly rough thrust.
“Harder, Korra,” Asami moans, lashes fluttering as her eyes roll back. Korra delivers because to deny such a beautiful creature this pleasure would be pure evil. She pins Asami’s wrists above her head like she had in the temple, revelling in Asami’s hitched breath.
Asami looks up at her, green eyes shining with pleasure and dark with desire. Korra rocks her hips into Asami at a rough pace, forcing broken moans to rip from her marked throat. Korra grunts each time her skin smacks against the backs of Asami’s thighs, the pale skin there already turning pink.
Korra angles her hips a few different ways, trying to find the one that would make Asami see stars. On a deep roll of her hips, Asami cries out, back arching off of the bed and hips jerking against Korra’s.
Holding the angle, Korra slams into her, watching as Asami’s eyes widen and then squeeze shut. Her cheeks were a deep red and her hips stuttered with each deep slam of Korra’s thrusts.
“Korra-- yes, Korra, yes!” Asami cries with each thrust. Each moan of her name makes Korra whimper a little and roll her hips just a bit deeper. Asami’s thighs tremble as she nears her peak. Her moans grow strained and raise an octave, only to be swallowed by Korra’s mouth as she kisses her roughly, sucking and biting on her bottom lip.
The sounds were obscene-- slick, wet noises each time Korra thrusts into Asami’s cunt and the cries that tore from Asami’s throat spurred Korra on.
Yet right before Asami could cum, Korra flipped her over. Korra’s hand splayed over her shoulderblades and pinned her to the bed, her other hand hoisting up her hips and hold them in place. The new position let Korra hit deeper, and Asami choked out a guttural moan.
Korra angles her hips downwards and Asami lets out a sob. “Is that good?” Korra grunts into Asami’s ear, holding her pace steady.
Asami could barely respond, a sobbing, moaning mess as Korra pounds her from behind. Her thighs spread further, as if Korra could get any closer. “ Yes ! Yes-- you’re so good , Korra-- fuck, yes !”
Her cheeks shone with tears and Korra kissed away the ones she could reach, though they were just replaced by new ones each time Korra rammed her hips into Asami’s cunt. “Please don’t stop!”
Korra pants into Asami’s shoulder. “Should I fuck you like this all night?” Korra grunts through gritted teeth, bringing the hand that was holding Asami’s hip to her mouth, licking wetly before bringing her fingers to Asami’s clit. “Or until someone walks in?”
“Korra,” Asami sobs, hooking her ankles around the backs of Korra’s thighs. Her grip on the blankets turns to a white knuckle one and her thighs begin to really tremble.
“I know how much you-- fuck, how much you want me to take you in front of everyone,” Korra tells her, panting, and rubbing slick circles into Asami’s clit as she pounds her cunt like she hates her.
“Mhm,” Asami moans, gasping and grinding back into Korra’s animalistic thrusts. Korra kisses her pale shoulder, licking the salt from her skin. The gentle glow of Asami’s lamp made her shine like gold, and Korra couldn’t help herself.
“Next time, I’ll fuck you in the garden,” Korra suggests, stomach twisting in desire as Asami’s back arches even further, hips stuttering against Korra’s ruthless pounding. “Then everyone can watch as I slut you out . You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”
Asami shudders, a full body motion that makes Korra’s heart skip a beat. Her hips jerk and she cries out, “ Korra! Oh, fuck-- ah , I’m gonna cum!”
Korra’s eyes trace the lines of Asami’s back as it arches again, to a near painful degree. Korra still holds her down, admiring the way her shoulderblades flex against Korra’s fingers. Asami’s hips jerk again and she sobs as her orgasm hits her full force.
“Korra!” She wails, eyes shut and tears still streaming down her face. Korra watches her fall apart like it was the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. She rides out Asami’s orgasm until she whines, thighs snapping shut around the strap as well as Korra’s hand. Her cunt twitches around the dildo and Korra can’t help but use her free hand to spread her a little.
Asami shifts now that the weight on her back was gone and her arm shoots out to grab Korra’s wrist, holding it in place and effectively preventing her from playing with her core any further. Korra pants, sweaty and tired, and watches Asami’s thighs jitter like she was cold. She didn’t really move much until Korra pulled out, in which she whined pitifully and released Korra’s wrists from her death grip.
Asami’s heavy breathing hitches as she lies still, on her side, the backs of her thighs and her cunt flushed a matching shade of pink from Korra’s rough treatment. Korra steps out of the strap’s harness, admiring the marks it left behind.
Korra moves the lubricant back into it’s drawer before she plants a kiss on Asami’s thigh. She pads barefoot towards the door, peeking her head out to listen.
She can hear someone snoring loudly-- probably Ikki. Stepping into the dark hallway, she follows it down to the kitchen where she promptly fills a glass of water for Asami. Korra chugs one herself for good measure; pounding your best friend (girlfriend maybe? She's not quite sure) into next week makes you a whole different type of tired.
Making her way swiftly back to Asami’s room, she’s surprised to see Asami sitting up. Though, she wasn’t really sitting-- more like propping herself up on her elbow. She covers her core as Korra enters, green eyes narrowed.
“I can’t walk.” She tells Korra as she enters the room, eyeing the glass of water with a desperate look.
“I brought you some water.” Korra holds out her peace offering, pleased when Asami takes it and drinks heartily. She waits until Asami is done, in which she looks back up at Korra with a slightly less accusatory glare.
“Help me put underwear on?” Asami requests, handing the near-empty glass back to Korra. Korra sets it on the bedside table before helping Asami stand and look for a pair of panties.
Asami made Korra hold her up so she could put her choice of panties on. Korra tried to look serious when Asami’s legs wobbled, but she was pretty proud of herself and couldn’t help the smug smile that wormed it’s way onto her face. Asami didn’t find it nearly as amusing, scoffing and dragging Korra back into her now unmade bed. Korra extinguishes the flame inside the lamp with only a wave and allows Asami to use her as a pillow. One of Asami’s legs wraps around her thigh, holding her in place.
Asami falls asleep first, completely fucked out and so satisfied. Korra watches her sleep for a little, thinking how lucky she’d be if she could spend every night like this-- holding Asami close and intertwined with her this intimately.
Korra shifts, wrapping an arm around Asami’s waist and pulling her impossibly closer. Asami makes a soft noise in her sleep, draping her arm over Korra’s side. Unable to stop herself, Korra kisses the top of Asami’s head and breathes in her scent.
When Korra falls asleep soon after, she dreams of Asami.