TWO TIME

by sexontheceiling

Summary:

“I don’t know?” She mumbles, pressing her lips to the rim of her flute. Asami doesn’t take a sip, it’s more for comfort. “I don’t.. I don’t think so?”

“Not even by yourself?” Korra’s head tilts incredulously.

“Are you asking me if I touch myself, Korra?”

or

Asami doesn't think she can have an orgasm. Korra proves her wrong.

Did she mention she's still dating Mako?

Notes:

"but sexontheceiling, you have 3 other fics that need to be finished!! please, oh please don't abandon them!!!!" shh... mommy is working..

ok guys this one spawned and i hyperfixated on it so bad. it's literally completely finished but i'm posting it in intervals because i'm a tease ;)

lmk what you think!! i promise im still working on the fics i have not completed, im just slow asf and school is kicking my ass. locking in for the rest of my spring break ima be writing smut on my 15s at work :P

gonna post 1 chapter for this a week, so see you next wednesday!

Chapter 1: ONE

 

 

 

Asami loves her boyfriend— don’t get her wrong. He’s sweet and caring and protective; all of the great qualities Asami’s always been told to look for in a man. Mako’s always gentle and considerate, rough hands trying their best to take care of her however he could, but that was just it— he wasn’t very receptive towards.. Feedback.

And Asami’s not a particularly difficult or jealous person, either. In fact, she’s sitting across from her boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend right now, drinking and laughing. The only problem Asami has with her isn’t that she’s still close with Mako— it’s how fucking hot she is.

Korra is.. everything and more, with well-muscled arms and a soft, feminine face. Her lips are perfectly curved into a teasing smirk as she taunts Asami about something or other, legs spread wide as she leans back in the armchair she’s sitting in. It’s a perfect contrast to Asami’s neat, folded legs, and Asami tries not to think about how much she wants to be on her knees with her face between Korra’s thighs. She’s never had sex with a girl before, but she thinks if she weren’t with Mako, she’d be with Korra.

“Asami,” Korra’s voice has a teasing timbre to it, low and inviting. They’ve both been drinking for the past two hours; pleasantly intoxicated on expensive red wine at this presidential dinner party. She’s pretty sure Bolin was Korra’s plus one, but she’d recently seen him and Opal scurry off to the bathroom, so she’s not quite sure of the nature of Korra and Bolin’s relationship just yet. “Can I ask you something?”

Heart picking up, her mind raced with completely inappropriate scenarios— she’s in a relationship; she shouldn’t be thinking about these things! “S-sure,” she hums, hoping Korra didn’t notice the tinge of breathlessness in her voice. “Ask away.”

“I have to know.. How’s the sex?”

Asami nearly chokes on her wine. She swallows quickly, clearing her throat against the dry burn of alcohol. “The wh-what?” She rasps, blinking furiously— did Korra just ask her what she thinks she did?

“Sorry if I’m out of line,” Korra muses into her glass, taking a sip. The way her throat bobs with the motion makes Asami uncross and recross her legs. Korra’s eyes flick down to the movement, but she doesn’t say anything about it. “It wasn’t great when we did it. Did it get any better?”

Asami knows she should defend Mako, should tell Korra that yes, she is incredibly out of line for her comment. That she shouldn’t be asking about their sex life or airing out her own dirty laundry with Mako— that Mako was her boyfriend, and that the sex was great.

She’d be fucking lying.

“Uhm,” Asami stutters, mind reeling. Korra’s gaze softens, and her cheeks flush an intoxicating red as she looks away with a nervous giggle.

“I’m sorry, that was rude. I’m really drunk,” Korra admits, wine glass running on empty. Asami watches her fingers curl around the neck of it; long and gentle where they caress the glass. Oh, fuck. Asami has to recross her legs again.

“N-no, it’s alright.” She says, looking over her shoulder, as if Mako would be just around the corner. He wasn’t— and last she’d seen him, he was chatting to that annoying little Earth Kingdom prince, looking like he was having a ball. Her and Korra are kind of in the open, albeit a corner of the venue, but Asami still feels incredibly exposed. She knows there’s private rooms down the hallway, casting a forlorn look in that direction. “I.. Could we go somewhere else? Not sure if I want to spill my secrets where someone can.. Overhear.”

Korra seems to pick up on what she’s hinting at, sitting up exceptionally straight and nodding quickly. “Y-yeah, of course. Whatever you want.”

Korra sits with a strong arm tossed over the back of the sofa and Asami makes the split-second decision to sit beside the Avatar as opposed to across from her. She’s not close enough to touch her, but she can smell the intoxicating scent of whatever perfume Korra uses and something much earthier, warm and inviting. She can’t help it when her gaze flicks down to wine-stained lips as they quirk into a smile.

“So?” Korra prods, swirling her refilled glass before she takes a sip. Her eyebrow twinges a little when she swallows, and Asami figures she doesn’t like the taste of the wine that much. “Tell me the gritty details.”

Asami giggles. She didn’t really have girl friends aside from Opal, but Opal didn’t really talk about that kind of stuff so neither did she. And she knew Korra of course— they were friends— but they hadn’t gotten many chances to really talk. Tonight, Korra just seemed so open— plus, she’d had experiences with Mako before. Maybe she could provide some insight or advice? Or.. guidance?

“He’s.. very gentle and nice,” Asami confides, watching Korra’s eyebrow quirk up in a knowing arch. She feels her face grow hot, avoiding that piercing blue gaze with everything she could muster. “But, um.. He’s not very.. Thorough.”

“Thorough?” Korra parrots, face splitting into a sinister grin. It makes Asami’s breath hitch, but she finds her own mouth mirroring it. She’s way too drunk to be talking to Korra.. Alone.. In private.

“I can’t.. Um, finish.” She says, feeling incredibly embarrassed. But Korra’s cheeks flush too, and she looks a little lost for a few seconds before she blinks and nods sagely. Had she been imagining something? Asami feels her stupid heart pick up at the notion that Korra could’ve been fantasizing about her. She shouldn’t be feeling this way at all— it was so fucking wrong.

“Wow.” Korra says, eloquent as ever. “He’s that bad? Not even with his mouth?”

“M-mouth?” Asami gawks, feeling lightheaded. “I don’t.. He doesn’t do that.”

“I know you do it for him,” Korra says, and her tone makes Asami feel flush with heat, absolutely simmering beneath Korra’s knowing gaze. Her thighs squeeze together just a little bit; a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure building within her. “He loves blowjobs—” an irritated sigh, “but still doesn’t return the favor.”

“I, uhm,” Asami buffers, feeling flushed. Now Korra knows she sucks cock— great. But Korra doesn’t seem perturbed at all, completely lacking the judgemental stare that Asami had been expecting. It was like she was unbothered by the topic of sex, like she was just chatting idly about the weather. “I—I think it’s me, actually.”

“What do you mean?” Korra raises an eyebrow, looking drunk. It almost makes Asami laugh, but she swallows it down with a sip of her new drink of choice— champagne. She definitely prefers it to red wine, savoring the chill of it against the heat rising within her— the arousal simmering between her thighs. 

“I don’t think I can do that.” Asami confesses, glancing towards the shut door. She can’t remember if Korra had locked it, but she assumes that it was. The thought of the door being locked makes want bubble up inside of her, horny as ever. She really should leave— go find Mako and get them each a cab home, but Korra’s pull is way too strong.

“Do what? Come?” The word coming from Korra’s mouth makes her jump, pleasure twisting in her stomach. 

“Y-yeah.” She breathes, a little heavy. Asami feels like she’s on fire, and she crosses her legs again.

Korra’s eyes are fixed on her thighs. Shit. “I don’t think that’s the case.” Soft lips murmur, taking another pained sip of her drink. Asami thinks it’s a little funny— she wonders if Korra picked up a different type of wine by mistake. “Have you ever had one before?”

Nervously, she glances around, delaying her answer with a swig of champagne. Has she ever had an orgasm before? She’s not entirely sure, nostrils flaring as she tries to keep her composure. Asami really should be going; she’s so revved up it’s almost painful. But why does the thought of going home and having sex with Mako feel like a chore instead of relieving?

“I don’t know?” She mumbles, pressing her lips to the rim of her flute. Asami doesn’t take a sip, it’s more for comfort. “I don’t.. I don’t think so?”

“Not even by yourself?” Korra’s head tilts incredulously.

“Are you asking me if I touch myself, Korra?” She asks, and it comes out incredibly flirtatious. Asami tries to tell herself it was an accident, but by the way her heart picks up when Korra’s eyes widen, she can’t hide the fact that it was on purpose. She wants Korra to think about that, wants Korra to imagine what she looks like with her fingers between her thighs, desperate and wanting. “Sometimes, but I’m usually too busy to do it for long.”

“W-wow,” Korra says, leaning her head back against the sofa. The sight of that throat, smooth and unmarked, makes Asami want to leave hickeys all over it. Confusion writhes within her— she’s never been keen on lovebites before, so why now? Why with Korra? “Wish I could help.”

Asami thinks she’s going crazy. Korra seems to be unaware of what she’d implied; simply taking a hefty swig of her wine and focusing her attention back on Asami’s face. She raises an eyebrow at Asami’s shocked expression, before her eyebrows furrow with confusion.

“Korra,” Asami says, tone barely anything more than sultry— a definite invitation. She’s not even sure where it came from; she’s never heard herself sound like this before, never been this taunting . “Do you.. want to fuck me?”

Korra’s hands aren’t rough against her, but they’re not gentle either. This is wrong— spirits, this is so wrong; Korra’s mouth is demanding and ravenous against hers, kissing and sucking and biting like she’d never get it again. Asami can’t believe she’s even doing this, her own hands running up and down Korra’s chest, petting at her neck, trying to hold her face— she’s not even sure what she should be doing; too lost in the desperate pleasure that Korra was bringing her.

Mako never touched her like this— never devoured her like this, not in the way that Korra was. She’s so turned on she can barely think, and the way Korra’s hands were gripping her waist, her hips, her thighs just wasn’t helping. “This is wrong,” she mumbles against Korra’s lips, shuddering with pleasure when Korra licks across her bottom lip towards the corner of her mouth. The taste of red wine and Korra hung heavy on her tongue and she feels a hundred times drunker than she had been just five minutes ago. “I have a boyfriend.”

“Wanna stop?” Korra gasps, leaning back about an inch— as far back as Asami’s hands would let her. Her gaze hasn’t lifted from Asami’s lips, still fixed downward as she waits for her response. That soft pink tongue swipes across her lips, as if she were tasting Asami on herself and Asami can’t help it when she lurches back in, pressing her lips to Korra’s again.

It takes her all of thirty seconds after her decision to continue before she finds herself pressed to the leather couch, laying on her back while Korra reaches down between them, hand sneaking beneath her dress. Korra’s mouth kisses down her throat, but she doesn’t suck or bite— careful not to leave marks. The very nature of what they were doing was wrong; but Asami can’t bring herself to care, not when Korra’s fingers press against her core through her underwear, rubbing gently from her entrance to her clit. 

Korra’s hands were so different— slender and experienced, patient, in the way Mako never was. She can’t help it when her thighs strain to close around where Korra’s waist was holding them open. Korra pulls away to hook them over her own and Asami’s forced to have them spread, face feeling hot. She misses Korra’s mouth on hers, feeling all-too exposed, like someone might see what she was doing. Guilty, Asami reaches up and tugs Korra’s face back up for a kiss.

That wonderfully patient touch returns to her core, stroking over the heat between her thighs like they had all the time in the world, even though Asami knew they didn’t. Someone might knock on the door any second, or might even walk in. Her heart pounds at the thought of getting caught fucking someone who wasn’t her boyfriend, but Korra’s tongue slides against hers and effectively curbs her train of thought. 

“Don’t think,” Korra murmurs to her, voice gentle. “Relax. I’ll take care of you.”

Oh, wow. No, really; wow. The pleasure that rakes through her whole body is like electrocution— a white-hot zap from a naked wire that has Asami moaning into Korra’s mouth, body arching into hers without permission. Korra’s touch feels good— beyond good, it feels downright amazing. She cants her hips further into Korra’s touch and Korra hums into her mouth, teeth sinking into her lip just enough to sting before she releases it. 

Her breaths begin to deepen, coming a little heavier as another breathy moan escapes while Korra’s tongue soothes the sting of her bite. And just as she thought it couldn’t get better than this, Korra’s fingers pull her underwear to the side, rubbing through slick folds and pressing against her entrance before they come back up to stroke over her clit again and again.

Lubricated fingers rubbing small circles into her already swollen clit, Asami can’t really kiss Korra back anymore, opting to just hold her close, panting against her lips with each tight circle. “Korra,” she breathes, eyes fluttering shut. She can feel Korra’s soft breaths on her face, completely drowning in pleasure. There was nothing selfish about Korra’s fingers and pace— this was all for her. “Shit, Korra.”

“Yeah?” Korra asks, lips pressing featherlight kisses to the side of Asami’s open mouth. Her heart’s beating so fast that she’s sure Korra can feel it, her own chest pressing against Korra’s. She can feel the steady pounding of Korra’s heart, too, along with her deep, sturdy breaths. Asami feels an unfamiliar tightening in her abdomen, only for a moment, before Korra’s fingers dip down to her entrance. “It’s good?”

Her question is genuine, and her fingers stall with slow strokes against her entrance as she waits for Asami’s response. Asami starts feeling warm, almost like..

“Y-yeah, it’s good, Korra.” She whispers against Korra’s mouth, thighs trembling when her fingers push inside. She’s expecting a slight sting, but there really isn’t one— instead, the stretch feels good, and Asami can’t bite back the deep moan that rips from her throat. It’s a little loud, but Korra doesn’t seem to care, kissing beneath her eye in something that’s far too sensual. “Really good.”

Korra takes a hitched breath only inches away from her lips, sounding ruined herself. She tilts her head and leans in for another kiss, only really licking into Asami’s mouth like she couldn’t get enough of her. Asami’s hips roll back into Korra’s fingers when she starts to move, setting a slow pace that wasn’t nearly good enough. The pleasure was nearly unbearable with Korra’s fingers reaching deep, curling slightly. 

She’s not entirely sure what Korra’s moving her fingers around for, until a wave of warmth washes over her and she can’t help but stutter out a moan into Korra’s mouth. Her fingers keep rubbing over that same spot, picking up her pace and wrenching whimper after whimper from her throat. It was better than any sex she’d ever had, and Korra was only using her fingers to do it. With a slightly uncomfortable feeling, she wonders how many girls Korra’s tried this on, how many others had Korra’s fingers inside of them, kissing her like they owned her. 

Her body moves on instinct, chasing the pleasure of Korra’s fingers inside of her. She’s never felt like this before; like something’s building, winding tighter in her abdomen, like a spring about to fire. It’s hot, so hot that she’s completely forgetting where she is— and who she’s with.

Asami can’t believe the sounds coming out of her mouth; desperate, completely unhinged gasps and high-pitched moans as she shivers, feeling herself flutter embarrassingly around Korra’s fingers. She’s feeling a little nervous, but Korra doesn’t seem to be worried at all. Those perfect lips press against her throat over and over again.

“O-oh, fuck —” Asami gasps, thighs tightening around Korra’s waist, meeting every single one of Korra’s thrusts with a roll of her own body. Her walls are squeezing tight around Korra’s fingers, but Korra doesn’t stop. Mako would be done way before now— she’d never had gotten this far with him. But Korra isn’t Mako; that’s the best and worst part. “Slow down— K-Korra, I feel— oh—”

Korra’s lips meet hers and she whimpers against the rather chaste kiss, wrapping her arms around Korra’s neck and pulling her as close as possible. Korra grunts a little, rhythm stuttering as she’s forced to separate their lips. “Relax,” she breathes into Asami’s ear once more, and the sound of her voice makes a wave of heat and pleasure wash over her, riding the edge of something. “Let go. You’re doing so good.”

The winding, tight feeling snaps.

Asami muffles her long, hitched moan in the crook of Korra’s neck. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her, drowning her in a sea of Korra, Korra, Korra. She chants that name into Korra’s ear, praising her for whatever she’d done to her, for taking her in the most delicate way she’d ever been taken. Her walls pulse around Korra’s fingers as they slow, still working her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, ever gentle and patient as she rides it out. 

“Fuck, Korra,” she gasps when she’s done, still trembling. Her thighs relax from around Korra’s waist, as well as her arms, no longer trapping her. Korra pulls back, but not very far. It’s enough to flash Asami a red-faced, lopsided smile that makes her heart flutter— that has to be because Korra made her come.. right? “What did you do to me?”

Korra shrugs, but her gaze glimmers with amusement and desire. “Made you come, I guess.”

“You guess?” Asami echoes, still trying to catch her breath. Korra’s fingers are still deep inside of her, and she shivers when Korra pulls them out. 

They go right to Korra’s mouth; Asami watches, stunned, as Korra sucks the arousal off of them like it was the finest syrup in the world. She’s not sure how exactly to feel about it— but it makes something stir in her chest, something she’d rather not name.

When Korra’s done, she wipes her hand off on the back of her own dress, and Asami can’t help it when she tugs Korra down for another kiss. Korra still tastes the same, but there’s something musky, warm and slightly salty on her tongue that Asami realizes is her. She can taste herself in Korra’s mouth. It turns her on incredibly quickly, heart pounding rapidly in her chest once more. 

Korra’s lips move against hers perfectly, like she was made to do it, and Asami loses herself on the feeling of Korra’s tongue in her mouth. Korra makes a soft sound against her lips, like a slight gasp, and Asami realizes she’s probably turned on too. Without thinking, she reaches between them, hiking up Korra’s dress enough to slip her hand down her pants. She’s incredibly warm between her thighs and Asami relishes in her gentle sigh when her fingers press against her clit.

She copies what Korra had done to her, rubbing gently up and down over her underwear until Korra was breathing heavier against her mouth, kisses coming sloppy as she loses her ability to focus. “Asami,” she breathes, voice low, “harder.”

Asami almost blanks— harder; Korra wanted it harder. Asami can’t even think of doing anything else, pressing her fingers just a little bit firmer against the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath her underwear. Suddenly, Korra shifts forward to straddle her hips, one hand shooting out to grab the armrest behind Asami’s head, the other diving into her pants to guide Asami’s fingers beneath her underwear. And Korra’s wet— did Asami do that? Her chest swells with pride, at the fact that Korra got so horny just watching her get off. 

She strokes with wet fingers over Korra’s clit, watching those strong hips stutter to life above her hand. Even the crotch of her underwear is slick and damp with arousal, and Asami’s never been more enamored by a sexual partner in her life. Everything that Korra does is intoxicating, even moreso than all the alcohol she’d consumed tonight. 

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door and Korra’s off of her before she could even register it. She’s back against the opposite armrest, eyes wide, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. Asami belatedly realizes that Korra’s got an entire view up her dress and snaps her thighs shut, despite already having Korra’s fingers inside of her. 

They don’t talk about it, but Korra still puts a lot of effort into making sure Asami’s presentable before they return to the party.

Chapter 2: TWO

Summary:

Korra was always gentle.

It makes Asami’s cheeks feel warm as she tries to shift closer, one movement short of crawling beneath Korra’s skin.

Notes:

celebratory chapter i guess
my will is sooo weak bro i folded faster than korra when she watched asami beat the shit out of her own dad im not gonna lie

i hope this one is good!! cliffhanger as fuck :P

 

 

 

My boyfriend is out of town, want to come warm my bed?

That’s what Asami calls Air Temple Island to ask her. 

And the sound of her voice, nervous but with a lilt of playful flirtation— how could Korra refuse? They got interrupted last time and even though it was only a drunken Bolin, Asami still stuck to her side like glue for the rest of the night. Even when Mako waved goodbye to her, arm slung around Asami’s waist, Asami’s eyes never left hers. She only felt that beautiful green gaze leave her back when their cab turned the corner and left her sight. 

What the fuck is she doing? Fucking a girl with a boyfriend. Korra’s never even had sex with nor even kissed a girl before Asami and now she’s on her way to the Sato estate just to fuck her brains out and go home. And it’s Mako’s girlfriend— it just had to be her. If she remembers correctly, Mako had been seeing Asami before he and Korra broke up anyway, so who really cares? 

Korra does.

Asami was really beautiful— there was nothing unpleasant about her. She had sharp features, perfectly red and soft lips, as well as the most stunning green eyes Korra has ever seen. Of course she had to smell like rose water and expensive perfume, and taste like she were made of peaches and apricot. Korra just wanted to pull all her hair out. Or maybe beat up Mako— how could he not eat her out when she tasted like that?

Confidence and libido renewed, Korra feels antsy in her saddle, listening to Naga chuff as they make a hasty left down a rather unpopulated street. Weaving around parked vehicles and late-night food vendors, Korra feels her heart beat spike up.

When Korra opens her eyes, she’s got a slight headache— of course they’d just had to have gotten into Asami’s wine last night. It’s still dark in Asami’s bedroom, barely dawn, but she has to pee pretty fucking bad. She moves to sit up, but finds that she can’t— not with Asami holding onto her the way that she was. Korra lays there, head turned to the side, completely stunned. Both of Asami’s arms were wrapped around one of hers, face pressed into her shoulder. She’s borderline on Korra’s pillow, too, as if her own wasn’t enough. 

They’d had sex good enough to sweat out a hundred pounds, but she still smells faintly like perfume, completely addicting to Korra’s drowsy brain. Her heart picks up when Asami shifts, getting comfortable with a soft hum. Even sleeping, she was gorgeous— wavy black hair splayed over the pillow and hanging in her pretty face. She hadn’t been wearing makeup when Korra had arrived last night, much to her pleasant surprise. Korra thought she was beautiful either way, but this side of Asami.. A longing stirs in her chest, one that she doesn’t want to name.

She really wants to turn over, to wrap her arms around the beautiful woman beside her. But her bladder screams at her to get up, so she gently slides her arm out from between Asami’s. Korra pauses to make sure didn’t wake her, watching her brows furrow for a moment before her face relaxes again. Trying not to get sucked into the trap of watching Asami for hours, Korra hurries to throw some clothes on so she could find a bathroom.

 

 

When Korra comes back, she shuts the bedroom door behind her, as gently as she could. She sits down on the edge of the bed, pulling off the socks she had just kicked her feet into, turning to glance at Asami. Korra jumps nearly ten feet in the air when she sees that Asami’s head is already lifted and she’d been staring right at her.

“Spirits, Asami,” she sighs, offering her a slightly nervous smile. Korra can’t help but admit that the sight of Asami with bedhead, no make-up, naked in her bed was a complete turn-on and it wasn’t even six in the morning yet. “You scared me.”

“Are you leaving?” Asami asks, with an expression like she’s playing poker. There’s only a slight twitch of her eye before she pushes the offending hair back, looking like she was straight out of Korra’s wet dreams. 

She’s leaning up on her elbow, blankets only covering about half of her body. Korra can’t help but glance, admiring the curve of her body beneath the blanket— she’s laying on her stomach, boobs unfortunately hidden behind her arms.

Korra’s not sure how long she spends staring at her. It feels like an hour, though in reality was only probably about ten seconds before she blinks, utterly confused. “Where would I be going?”

Asami’s stony face splits into a smile and she tilts her head, cheeks turning pink. “Nevermind,” she says, tone immediately softer. It makes Korra’s heart pound in her chest. Oh, this was so wrong. “Why don’t you come back to bed?”

The invitation is something that Korra hadn’t been expecting. It’s a little too romantic, too open for two people that’re just having sex—  and for one of them who has a significant other. But Asami’s face just looks so sweet, so vulnerable, that Korra can’t help but give in. 

She slides back into Asami’s bed, heart picking up when Asami wraps her arms around her. Korra’s head is tucked beneath Asami’s chin and she hesitates for a few seconds before she wraps her arms around Asami’s waist in return. Her fingertips brush the soft skin of her back, enamored by the feeling. Asami was so soft.. Everywhere.

Curls of black hair tickle her face, but she doesn’t mind, relaxing into Asami’s arms either way. She’s feeling a little hot with Asami’s naked body pressed up against hers, trying not to think about the way one of her thighs is sandwiched between both of Asami’s. If she just raised her leg a little bit higher..

“Let’s sleep in.” Asami’s voice, soft and quiet comes from above her. She sounds pretty drowsy, and Korra figures she’s tired after the night they had— there’s no way she’s not, because Korra herself feels heavy and sore. “Then later, I’ll take you out to brunch.”

It sounds almost rhetorical, like Korra wasn’t supposed to be hearing any of it. But she was, and it made her heart to flips in her chest, face warm where it was tucked beneath Asami’s. “Sounds good,” she mumbles, although it sounded more like a date than anything— but Asami’s arms tighten around her and Korra can’t help that she sighs pleasantly.

“Shit, Korra,” Asami’s breaths come heavy as Korra’s fingers thrust in and out of her cunt at a ruthless pace. She’s wet, dripping as pleasure makes her abdomen squeeze in the way she’s become accustomed to. Korra spreads her thighs even further with her free hand, lips kissing below her jaw, sucking marks into the pale skin in the way Asami craves.

A warm wave of heat washes over her, and she feels her muscles tighten in preparation for release. Only Korra could make her feel like this, make her feel this good. Asami feels herself flutter around Korra’s fingers, wanting more and more; she wanted all of her.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Korra’s voice is low, whispered against her skin. She almost misses it beneath the sound of her own voice, whimpers and gasps forced from her throat as Korra brings her to the edge. “All mine.”

“Oh,” Asami moans, nails scratching at that muscular back. She belongs to Korra, mind, body, and soul— she’s never felt like this before, not with anyone else. “Y-yes, I’m yours.”

“Asami,” Korra’s voice has a strained lilt to it, one that she’s grown accustomed to hearing. It makes her chest feel full, and make her hands grip Korra tighter. Her thighs are trembling, impending release winding tight. “I.. I love you.”

It’s a quiet confession, whispered into her ear, but it has Asami squeezing tight, about to tumble headfirst into her orgasm. “K-Korra, say it again, I’m so close.”

Korra’s breaths come a little heavy, and her fingers work just a little bit faster. She’s never had someone work so hard for her, never had someone cherish her pleasure like Korra did.

“Asami, I—”

 

Asami wakes up, gasping. She’s hot, incredibly aroused, throbbing between her thighs. She’s in her room, staring at the ceiling, no Korra above her or inside of her. Sitting up, she reaches out, to wake up the sleeping form beside her. Her body aches to find that pleasure and that relief on strong fingers, but her hand stops midway.

It’s not Korra sleeping beside her tonight, it’s Mako.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she silently starts to cry.

Asami’s getting kind of close.

Hips rut into her from behind, and she’s lost in fantasies of soft brown skin, diligent hands and patient lips. The pace is mostly selfish, and the grunts behind her are too masculine, but she can’t help it— a moan stutters out from her throat when a stroke hits good, beginning to meet each thrust with a roll of her own hips.

“Fuck,” comes Mako’s voice and Asami closes her eyes, taking a shuddering breath. Why wasn’t the sound of his voice comforting? “You’re so good.”

She doesn’t respond, trying to adjust her angle with a tilt of her hips. Mako’s hands tighten around her and she can’t move anymore, except for gentle rolls when meeting his thrusts. It frustrates her to no end— she’s stuck in a state of limbo, hissing through her teeth and hanging her head as she tries to pretend it’s Korra behind her, instead.

This is getting out of hand.

But the thought of Korra using her like this— rough, selfish, controlling— turns her on. Like, really turns her on. She twitches around a rough thrust, pulling a sharp moan from her lips that makes her slap a hand over her mouth, feeling alight with panic. She’d almost called out Korra’s name.

She’s fucking Korra more than her own boyfriend lately, any time she could get it. When Mako was at work, she’d be two fingers deep in Korra on her own lunch break, watching that muscular body arch into her touch. When Mako went out on the weekends with his friends or his coworkers, she’d have Korra in her bed, riding that heavenly tongue. And sometimes, she’d straight up tell him that she was going out with Korra— omitting the fact that they’d be having sex the entire time.

Mako’s hips slam into hers when he finishes, burying himself deep inside of her. He presses kisses down the length of her spine while he rides out his orgasm, moaning into her skin. But the affection doesn’t feel right— it feels foreign. She shivers when he pulls out, saying nothing as he discards the condom. Asami’d never let anyone fuck her without some form of protection.. Except Korra.

He’s saying something about work, but Asami’s not really listening. Between her thighs aches with the need for release, and she really just wants him to leave so she could finish herself off. Mako snaps her out of her daze when he leans into her space, startling her enough that she unconsciously leans back.

“You okay?” He asks, and his amber eyes look so kind. When they first met, Asami would’ve been swooning. But now.. She wishes they were blue.

“I-I’m fine, just tired.” She lies through her teeth, offering him a forced smile. She’s not sure if he falls for it, but he smiles in return, leaning in to kiss her. Guilt hits her when Mako’s lips meet hers, something gentle and chaste that she normally would’ve liked. 

She’s not guilty because she’s cheating on Mako, she realizes when her heart skips a beat, she’s guilty because it feels like she’s cheating on Korra. The reality of the situation hits her like a slap across the face, one she thinks she surely deserves.

Asami’s going to have to break up with her boyfriend.

Playing around with that idea in her mind, she watches Mako get ready for work. He’s got the graveyard shift, and that would typically mean she has to sleep alone. But instead of worrying about when Mako will be home because she misses him, she’s wondering if she has enough time to meet Korra. This is so fucking bad— Asami doesn’t even feel the right kind of guilt. It was like Korra was her girlfriend, and Mako was just some fling.

Korra.. As her girlfriend?

In a daze, Asami waves goodbye to Mako when he steps out the door of his apartment, listening to the lock click. She falls back onto his bed, staring up at his ceiling. Korra could be her girlfriend. She could kiss Korra in public, they could hold hands, go places as a couple. They could have sex whenever they wanted, without the risk of being caught by Mako. Korra could belong to her, and she.. She could belong to Korra.

That thought gets her going again, and she can’t help it when she bites her lip, fingers trailing past the lace of her bra towards her thighs, dipping between them. She’s wet, and it’s not because of Mako— it’s because of Korra. 

Does it feel good? Korra would ask her, in a gentle, slightly worried tone. She was always attentive like that; she just wanted Asami to feel good. She shivers, fingers teasing in slow circles as she works herself back up. Frustration simmers beneath her skin, like water about to boil over. 

Toying with her entrance in the way Korra would, Asami covers her mouth and moans into her hand, as if she was about to get caught. Her eyes flutter shut, and she can hear Korra’s voice in her ears, feel Korra’s touch on her skin. You’re so beautiful, imagination-Korra’s voice murmurs and Asami bites back the sound of her pleasure, fingers sinking past her entrance.

Her pace is pretty ruthless from the get-go, and Asami finds she’s got something new that she wants Korra to do to her when they have sex next. Her thighs jerk with pleasure when she angles her fingers upwards, in the same manner Korra always did. She’s wet, wetter than she had been for the entirety of the sex she’d just had with Mako, embarrassingly slick sounds reaching her ears as she ruts faster.

Pleasure sings through her stomach, making her heart beat wildly in her chest as she desperately chases her orgasm. She’s so wound up that she can barely hold it together, pace rough and erratic as she pants into her hand. Angling her hips up, she feels herself squeeze around her fingers, forcing them in and out of the tightening muscles as she gets close. Imagination-Korra is back, whispering soft praises into her ear as she fucks herself on her fingers to the thought of her.

Her moans get just a little bit louder, more frequent, spilling into her hand one after the other. It’s so wrong— she’s fucking herself in her boyfriend’s bed to the thought of Korra. 

Because he doesn’t fuck her as good as Korra does.

She comes with Korra’s name on her lips, trembling with pleasure as she pulses rhythmically around her fingers, still riding out the waves of her orgasm. Once she’s done, sweating and gasping for breath, Asami pulls her fingers out from inside of herself. She wipes them off on the inside of her thigh, squeezing them together just to feel herself twitch.

Feeling dirty, Asami gets up to take a shower.

It’s barely even six in the morning, but Asami’s awake.

Korra’s bedroom has this sort of grey filter over it— the early dawn light not quite strong enough to illuminate her whole room, but just enough to keep it from being pitch black. Everything smells like her— it makes Asami feel a little unhinged, a mix between lovesick and horny that has her doing shit like this.

The Avatar’s face is smushed against her pillow, expression peaceful as she very nearly snores. Asami can’t help the way her lips quirk into a smile at the sight, feeling uncomfortably fond of her. Her soft features, plush lips, smooth skin— what was there to not love about Korra? Especially the firm planes of her abdomen and those strong arms; Asami feels hot just thinking about it.

The arm over her waist doesn’t make it any easier. It’s the implication that Korra wants to hold her— that she feels at ease when she’s touching her— that makes Asami’s heart flutter disobediently and her throat start to feel tight. Her hand creeps out from beneath the pillow she’s using, to lightly brush some of the hair hanging in Korra’s face back, heart stuttering when Korra’s nose wrinkles for a second.

She doesn’t wake up, but the grip on Asami’s waist tightens ever so slightly. Their legs are already tangled together, body pressed against Korra’s side. She’s sleeping on her stomach— muscular body taking up more than half the bed, but Asami doesn’t care. She’d never admit it, but sharing a smaller bed like this makes her feel.. Really good.

Asami wants to wake up like this every morning. It’s a thought that, if she’d had it any earlier, would’ve terrified her. But now, it just drizzles over her like warm honey, making everything feel sticky and sweet as she traces the angle of Korra’s jaw with a gentle touch. Korra really was everything and more— she didn’t feel like she had to perform for Korra; there’s just something about the Avatar that strips her bare and leaves her vulnerable. But not in a bad way, because Korra was never mean to her.

Korra was always gentle. 

It makes Asami’s cheeks feel warm as she tries to shift closer, one movement short of crawling beneath Korra’s skin. 

Asami’s blushing so hard, she feels like she might pass out.

Korra’s on top of her, strong body rolling into hers. What they’re doing is making her feel completely bare— despite already being naked— and a type of sex Asami has never had before. Eyes flicking downward, Asami’s breath hitches.

Korra’s cunt is pressed to hers, warm and wet, sliding perfectly against her own with each grind of Korra’s strong hips. She’s pretty much got Asami pinned to the bed, panting and moaning in a way she’s almost never heard before. Asami’s biting her own lip, letting the sounds of Korra’s pleasure turn her on, drag her closer and closer to the edge she just wanted to leap off of— but she didn’t. Desperately, she tried to hold it in; she wanted to watch Korra come first.

She didn’t get to see it too often; Korra usually gravitated towards topping or they didn’t have enough time. When she did let Asami touch her, she’d hide that pretty face when she came, teeth sunk into her lip to muffle her moans. Asami wanted to hear her scream, wanted to hear Korra feel her pleasure to the fullest.

One hand gripping the headboard above her head, the other pushing Asami’s thigh back, Korra looks ethereal— a bead of sweat rolls down her jaw, brows furrowed in concentration. Her eyes are closed, but she’s chewing on her lip, grunting and whimpering as she surely feels the same pleasure as Asami is. And Asami’s feeling the pleasure alright— she’s on the edge, trying to steady her breathing, to keep herself from tumbling over too early.

“S-spirits,” Korra moans, panting, and Asami feels the knot of pleasure in her stomach tighten. Just the sound of her voice is enough to do it. “You feel amazing.”

The compliment has her arching off of the bed, nails digging into Korra’s thighs. She bites her cheek so hard she tastes blood, focusing on the pain in order to stave off her orgasm. “Fuck,” she whines, “Korra!”

Korra looks ruined, hair a mess, face blushing something fierce. Her pace starts becoming a little erratic, and excitement brews in her chest. Those hips stutter and Korra groans, deep and guttural, the sound going straight between Asami’s thighs. “O-oh, shit. Shit—” she takes a quick gasp, and one of Asami’s hands reach up to grab her forearm, grip tight. “I’m— oh, I’m gonna come.”

“Mhm,” Asami whimpers in response, her own stomach flipping with excitement. She strokes up and down the length of Korra’s arm in a soothing manner, trying to think of anything that would push Korra over the edge. “C-come on, baby.”

Hips jerking, Korra lets out a sharp cry as she crests her peak, thigh tensing beneath Asami’s hand. She can see it this time— the way Korra’s mouth hangs open as she whimpers and gasps, eyes screwed shut. And she feels it, too— the twitching and pulsing of Korra’s cunt against hers makes her own orgasm sneak up on her, riding the edge.

“Korra,” she begs, so close— teetering on the cusp. “Kiss me?”

Korra’s eyes open and she swallows, hips still rolling into hers as she leans down. Her kiss is gentle, passionate, and Asami’s breath hitches. Korra’s tongue swipes over her bottom lip and she can’t hold on any longer. She moans into Korra’s mouth, unabashed yet muffled, hands coming up to hold Korra’s face. Asami feels her cunt flutter desperately around nothing, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. She keeps kissing Korra, blood rushing in her ears, even after her breathing slows, no longer pulsing with her orgasm.

She doesn’t hear the soft call of her name from down the hall, nor the footsteps that are approaching, lost on Korra’s soft lips. And then the door opens, and Korra pulls her face away from Asami’s in record timing, head whipping towards the sound.

“Asam… i..?” Opal’s eyes are round with shock as she stands in the doorway, face flushing almost instantly. Her gaze flicks to Korra, on top of her, and then to Asami, who’s still pressed into the pillows, wide-eyed. No one says anything for what feels like forever, before Opal chokes out a wavering, “o-oh, spirits.”

Opal slams the door after less than a minute and Asami has to spend ten extra consoling Korra before she can convince her that everything’s going to be fine.

Notes:

writing a soulmate au that i think is my magnum opus guys i dont think it'll get better than that one
anyway should i finish it and post or finish another omegaverse au and post?

i feel like i need a poll or something. i love attention its embarrassing

Chapter 3: THREE

Summary:

Opal and Asami have a talk.

Notes:

i feel like this one is really short and boring but the next one is literally double the length and absolutely insane. lmk if you are displeased my little sexlings and i will provide for you (another chapter)

anyway i technically made it to wednesday (est) so no one can say i didnt 😋
still working on like 50 fics at the same time. i think i need to take my adhd medication but fuck it we ball! lets start a new fic!

if you guys see me tweak in the comments of other fics that is NOT ME!! that is my consumer alter ego and she is an animal. needs to be euthanized.

 

Opal sits across from her, sipping her tea in silence.

 

Neither of them were speaking. It’d completely slipped Asami’s mind; the fact that she’d invited Opal over tonight. She feels hot and embarrassed at the knowledge that she’d been so eager to have Korra, that she’d double booked herself and gotten herself caught. Oops.

 

She’d convinced Korra to leave for tonight, reassuring her that she’d have her over tomorrow to talk. Korra seemed really frazzled, worried eyes constantly flicking between her and the bedroom door before she relented. The discourse in her gaze made Asami just want to hold her; spend the rest of the night with her head on Korra’s perfect chest, but she had to talk to Opal first. So Korra left, beautiful face completely unreadable.

 

“It’s.. worse than it looks.” Asami admits to Opal, whose eyebrows raise in surprise. She takes a sip of her tea, finding that she likes it better when Korra makes it for her.

 

“How could it possibly be worse?” She asks, incredulous. Asami winces at her tone, but Opal softens a little bit, sighing and rubbing her temples with her fingers. “Listen. I’m not judging— but only because you’re my best friend,”

 

Asami feels love spread warmly in her chest, trying not to smile as Opal holds up a finger. “But,” she continues, “tell me how it could possibly be worse than cheating on your boyfriend with his ex-girlfriend?”

 

Pressing her lips into a thin line, she avoids Opal’s gaze for a few seconds. It doesn’t take Opal long to read the room— and the obvious expression on Asami’s face. “Spirits, Asami!” Opal gasps, leaning forward on the table, “you’re in love with her, too?”

 

“Th-that’s a strong—” accurate— “word!” She half-heartedly defends, rubbing her hands up her arms and pointedly staring at her tea. “She just.. Makes me feel good in a way I haven’t with anyone else before.”

 

“Oh, yeah, I bet she does.” Opal rolls her eyes, face flushing. It takes Asami a second, but she gathers that Opal is teasing her. Well, she clearly wasn’t mad anymore, which is a win in Asami’s book. “What were you guys even doing? Spirits, it was like I’d walked in on a porno!”

 

“Okay, okay! I get it!” Asami waves her hands out in front of her face, blushing profusely. Embarrassment courses through her veins— why couldn’t Opal have just walked in on them kissing or something? Or heavy petting, at the very most; not when they were.. Fucking like that. “I— I don’t know! Korra wanted to try it!”

 

“When did this start?” Opal asks, changing the subject, much to Asami’s relief. She’s not sure how much longer she could’ve lasted talking about the things her and Korra do in bed— because describing them is really…

 

“The presidential dinner,” she admits, shrugging her shoulders. Opal raises a brow, so she continues. “We went to one of the private rooms, we were talking and then one thing led to another, so we.. you know.”

 

Talking about it is a little freeing. Asami never thought she’d be able to tell anyone about what she was doing, but Opal is providing her a safe space. It’s only natural that Asami takes advantage of it. And a chance to gush about Korra? Sign her up.

 

“What were you talking about that made you want to fuck her instead of your boyfriend?” Opal asks, tone a little snippy. But Asami knows she’s curious; she wouldn’t have asked if she wasn’t. This has to be the worst part— admitting why it happened in the first place.

 

Asami brings her hands to her face, rubbing in an attempt to clear her mind. Her hands smell like Korra even though she’d washed them.

“We were.. Actually, um, talking about Mako.” She sighs, voice flat. She can hear Opal laugh, pretty loud and incredibly humiliating.

 

“You had sex with Korra because she turned you on while talking about your boyfriend?” Opal’s laughter just tumbles out, uncontrollable. Asami tries not to smile at the absurdity of it all, rolling her eyes and uncovering her face. 

 

“When you say it like that.. Ugh, it’s just— it’s not like that!” She stammers, trying to get the thoughts out in a futile attempt of self-defense or justification. Asami’s not guilty or ashamed of Korra— not that she ever was ashamed, but she’s certainly not guilty anymore. “It’s not because we were talking about him..”

 

“Tell me what it was, then.” Opal gestures to the table. “Lay it all out at this point.”

 

Fine— Asami takes a deep breath. She tries not to feel hot with embarrassment as she lays herself bare in front of Opal. This was her best friend after all, and so far.. The conversation hadn’t been unbearable. “Fine. She asked about the sex with Mako and I told her I’d never had an orgasm. Not even once.”

 

Opal clearly hadn’t been expecting that, because her eyes are wide and she’s looking a little gobsmacked. She blinks, mouth opening and closing as if she were trying to find the right words to say. Then her eyebrows furrow, and she squints incredulously. “.. Never? He doesn’t make you.. Finish? Not even sometimes?”

 

Asami shakes her head, feeling drained. At first, she’d really thought it was on her— that she was doing something wrong, but Korra had proved that she was more than capable of finishing. “Nope. Never.”

 

“And Korra does? How many times?”

 

“Every time.” She breathes, feeling flush with the memories. Every time they’d hooked up, she’d had Asami coming within half an hour at most, sometimes— embarrassingly — sooner. And not just once— sometimes twice. One time, she let Korra give her three; after that, she’d taken the longest nap of her life, holding Korra like she’d never let her escape. “A-and you? Do you finish every time?”

 

Opal looks completely stunned, like she’d never even thought of being asked a question like that. It almost makes Asami want to take it back, but she had to know. Her cheeks flush and she glances to the side, fiddling with her thumbs. “W-well.. Yes… ” Opal admits, and then she continues— “sometimes it’s um, it’s just for me.”

 

“Bolin really likes to..” Opal covers her face, voice small. “.. eat it.”

 

“Spirits!” Asami laughs, wholeheartedly. Opal swats at her, revealing her flushed face and scowling playfully.

 

“It’s not funny, I’m trying to be serious!” Opal scoffs, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. 

 

“No, no, I’m—” she pauses to gasp for air through bouts of laughter, “not laughing at you.” Asami tries to get her giggles under control, covering her mouth. She spins her teacup around, lukewarm liquid rippling with the movement. “I.. like to do that, too.”

 

“Korra does that for you?”

 

“W-well, yeah, of course,” Asami rolls her eyes. “But, uh, I like doing it for her too.”

 

“Spirits, Asami, you’re so whipped.” Opal sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers, sounding completely exasperated. But her expression is laced with a grin; as if she can’t quite wipe it away. “Are you going to tell her?”

 

“T-tell her?” Asami scoffs, as if the idea were completely idiotic. Her eyes are wide with disbelief. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

 

“Why not?” Opal’s expression is confused and sort of incredulous, as if she couldn’t believe Asami wasn’t going to tell Korra about the feelings she’d developed. All because Korra was good at making her come. When she thinks about it like that, Asami wonders if she’s shallow.

 

“Well, I don’t think she feels the same way.” Asami wrings her hands together, chest squeezing. “We aren’t.. We’re only having sex, nothing more.”

 

Opal raises an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. “Does she know that?” Her best friend scoffs. “I could hear you two, you know— I’m so worried about Mako finding out! Oh, Korra; what about your reputation? No, your company! That’s so much more important!” Opal mocks, giving her best lovesick-swooning impression and tilting her head back with her hand resting against her forehead. “Come over tomorrow when I get off work, we’ll talk then!”

 

Asami covers her face with her hands, blushing furiously. Did they really sound like that? “Shut up,” she mumbles, but it lacks any real conviction. In fact, it sparks a glimmer of hope in her tight chest— maybe Korra really does want her. In more than just carnal desire.

 

“Seriously,” Opal’s gaze softens a little and she reaches out to brush her fingertips down the side of Asami’s forearm. “I think she really likes you. You should’ve seen the look she gave me when you walked her out. It was all— thanks a lot, now my girlfriend’s about to break up with me.”

 

“I’m not going to—” Asami cuts herself off, despite Opal’s knowing look, sighing. “She’s.. She’s not my girlfriend. But I’m not going to break things off just because you found out.”

“Even if I tell Mako?”

The question makes her heart stutter and her face flush with fear. She’s not sure if Opal was actually aiming to tell Mako or not— although, it wouldn’t be right to fault her for telling; Asami was being unfaithful, after all. And she’s dating Mako’s brother, too. It would be well within her right to snitch on Asami for having sex with Korra.

 

“No,” she breathes without thinking, but stands by it. “Not even if you tell Mako.”

 

“Wow, you really are in love.” Opal’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “I’ve never seen you act like this before.”

It makes Asami roll her eyes and bury her face in her hands, cheeks hot. As much as she denied it.. She really did love Korra— as a friend, and now as a little bit more than that. She wanted to do all the stupid couple things with her, like going on dates, sharing clothes, buying matching stuff. Hell, if she could, she’d have Korra sleeping over every night; just to listen to her breathe. It was truly awful— she was so head over heels for the Avatar that it was almost impossible to think of anything else. Like the fact that Korra might not even want her like that.

 

“I think I’m going to break up with Mako,” she whispers. It’s almost like she hadn’t meant for Opal to hear it, but Opal was right there anyway. Asami picks at some fuzz on her— no, Korra’s sweatpants. She’d barely even registered she’d been wearing Korra’s clothes; something she never did with Mako. 

 

“That’s what you should’ve done in the first place if you weren’t happy.” Opal points out, as if it were really that simple. Asami scoffs in disbelief.

 

“I was happy!” She tries, voice lilting in self-defense. Opal raises her hands, surrendering. “I was happy. Until.. Korra made me happier.”

 

“Because she fucks you good.” Opal nods, but her expression says she’s teasing. Even so, through laughter, Asami feels the need to defend herself— and maybe get to gush about some of the nonsexual things Korra does for her.

 

“It’s not just that,” she snickers, twirling a curl of hair around her finger. “She’s so considerate— she always asks me if I’m comfortable, what I want to do.. How I like it..” Asami trails off after that last part, face hot as she rushes to continue despite Opal’s slightly flustered look. “A-and she’s been bringing me lunch every day and asking about what I’m working on— it’s like shes genuinely interested in me.”

 

“Spirits, look at you!” Opal guffaws, gesturing to the whole of Asami. “I wish I had a mirror— you’re sitting here blushing and twirling your hair! And you’re telling me you’re not in love with her?”

 

Asami pulls her hand away from her face, completely caught. She gives a nervous laugh— was she that obvious? Did Korra know? Her heart beats quickly in her chest, just like it had when they’d first gotten caught. Asami still feels guilty over that; Korra must be so worried about people finding out they were messing around. Something ugly twists in her stomach at the thought that Korra might not want people to know what they were doing.

 

“I—I don’t.. Ugh, Opal, I don’t know! I’m cheating on my boyfriend— there’s no way she’s going to want to date me now! She probably thinks I’m going to cheat on her, too!” She blurts out, exasperated. It was all true— concepts that she’d laid awake thinking about, staring up at her ceiling alone after making an excuse not to see her boyfriend for the third time that week. Asami’s not sure about if she’d been given the chance again, would she take it this time? Knowing how things would turn out? The thought of not having Korra made her stomach lurch, but the thought of having her in more than this made her ache like nothing before.

 

Opal looks a little bit conflicted, like she’s not quite sure how to comfort Asami. Instead, she offers a small smile and reaches out to rest her hand on top of Asami’s across the table. “I don’t think that’s the case,” she says, green eyes soft with understanding. “I think you’re overanalyzing it. Turn off that big brain of yours for ten minutes and just watch the way she acts around you. I promise it’ll tell a very different story.”

 

Asami smiles a little; a half-hearted, slightly upset thing. But Opal’s not done— her eyes narrow into something mischievous, lips curling into a devilish grin. “Now.. tell me what it’s like to fuck the Avatar.”

 

Asami can’t help but laugh.

Notes:

tony stark built this in a cave. with a box of SCRAPS.

Chapter 4: FOUR

Summary:

She shuts her mouth the second she says it, but it’s way too late. Korra’s expression morphs into hurt, and then to disdain. There’s no way she’s ever going to forgive her— she’ll never speak to Asami again.

Notes:

RAAAAAH SEX RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

as always give me those sweet sweet comments <3 my motivation is fueled by it guys
one more chapter for this one, i'm thinking.. one more smut scene or no? let me know chat; i've got the fade to black thing going on but if you guys want it who am i to deny my lovely sexlings what they desire???

"posting one chapter a week" go fuck yourself girl 😭 i cannot for the life of me be patient
trying to wrap up a couple more fics but im hyperfixated on one that i will probably never finish/post and one that isn't even close to done 💔 what has life become...

 

 

 

Korra’s really nervous.

She can see it in the slight bouncing of her leg, in the way her thumbs keep twiddling together. And in the way she won’t even look at Asami, let alone speak more than two words at a time. 

Normally, Asami herself would be too nervous to take note of Korra’s strange behavior, probably bouncing her own leg beneath her kitchen table. But Opal’s words still stick with her— “ just watch the way she acts around you.” And of course, being the sucker for Korra that she is, Asami is watching.

“Korra—” Asami begins and if Korra’s hands were on the table, she’d have reached out to touch her. But they weren’t; they were nestled in her lap, suddenly very interesting, because Korra hasn’t looked up from them for a while.

“I’m sorry!” She blurts, head snapping up at the sound of Asami’s voice. It startles her, eyes wide with shock. Korra looks pretty frantic, worlds tumbling out of her pretty mouth. “I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful— I should’ve been paying better attention. It’s my fault, and I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore—”

Asami forcefully breaks her stunned silence to interrupt Korra’s desperate rambling. “What are you talking about?” She exclaims, eyebrows furrowing in concern. Korra’s flustered expression doesn’t change, but she shuts her mouth quickly when Asami starts talking. “It was my fault. I double booked myself in the worst way possible.”

“R-right,” Korra nods, hand rubbing up and down her own arm. She looks kind of resigned, so Asami hurries to say something else.

“I— I didn’t know you were free until last minute, and I’d forgotten I’d invited Opal over.” Asami explains, watching as Korra’s eyes flick up to meet hers. She’s listening, and her attention makes Asami feel warm. Not right now. “Otherwise, I would have just kept the night open for us.”

Korra’s cheeks are turning red, in a way that makes Asami’s heart flutter. Opal was right. Korra does like her. The corners of her lips quirk up into a slight smile before it fades, and the question she asks next has Asami’s heart sinking like a stone. “Is she telling Mako?”

Asami gives a nervous laugh, watching Korra’s hand come up to spin her teacup around. She’d already finished the drink, but denied any more, just playing with the empty porcelain cup. It makes her look more like the Korra Asami loves, rather than a nervous, slightly terrified girl. Asami can’t drag her eyes away from the sight of Korra’s skilled fingers hooking around the handle.

“Um,” she buffers for a moment, gaze flicking back up only to find Korra’s eyes already on hers. It’s getting hot. “I.. I don’t think so, but I think we’re going to break up anyway.”

Korra’s face falls. “Is.. is that my fault?”

“Of course not!” Asami blurts, worry searing through her chest. Korra thought it was her fault? “Why would that ever be your fault?”

“I—I don’t know!” Korra stammers in return, cheeks flushing a little. She looks like she’d genuinely believed that— it made Asami’s stomach churn. Of course it wasn’t her fault— Asami was the one cheating on her boyfriend. Korra was just an unfortunate party in the whole situation. “Because of.. The party? When I came onto you?”

“Spirits, Korra, we were drunk!” Her voice raises a desperate octave and Korra flinches, looking a little somber. It makes Asami deflate, frustration dropping to a subtle kind of guilt. “I.. I don’t regret it, though.”

Korra’s lips twitch into a barely there smile, but she still looks like she’s conflicted. “I don’t want you to break up with Mako, Asami. We can.. stop doing this.”

That’s enough to make Asami’s frustration spike right back up. She places her hands on the table, leaning forward in exasperation. Korra’s eyes widen and fix on hers in a sort of peculiar way, like there was something she was trying not to look at.  “You’re not giving me a choice, Korra,” Asami breathes, feeling her eyes prick with tears. Don’t cry, don’t you dare cry. “I’m not breaking up with him because we got caught. It’s because I don’t love him anymore. I feel guilty every time we have sex!”

Eyebrows furrowing in a display of hurt, she watches Korra’s face change. “I don’t want you to feel guilty about having sex with me, Asami!” Her hands wave about, coming up to push the soft strands of her hair back. Asami wants nothing more than to feel it for herself— in the same way she has a hundred times before. “I hate that I’m ruining your relationship! It makes me feel awful every single day!”

That pisses Asami off. Outrage bubbles in her chest, underlying hurt stinging her eyes like fireflakes. “If you don’t want to fuck me, you can just say that.” She hisses, lashing out before she could stop it. Korra felt awful about having sex with her? Did she feel like she had to?

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Korra responds, crossing her arms over her chest. Her face hardens into something defensive, like a caged animal ready to strike. It makes Asami scoff, hiding her wounds by snapping at her.

It’s a problem she’s always had— destroy everything before it could destroy her. Losing so much in so little time made her desperate. Everything she’s ever had to let go of has claw marks all over it; and Korra will be no different. “Really? Because it really seems like you’d do anything to.. To leave me.” 

“Leave you?” Korra gasps, expression turning scornful. She looks really upset— something tells Asami she should stop. She’s really going to push her away. “Do you even know what it feels like to be in my shoes? Wondering when the girl I’m giving everything to is going to decide she doesn’t need me anymore?”

Korra paces while she rants. Asami opens her mouth to interject with another half-heartedly scathing comment, but Korra interrupts her before she can even get the first syllable out. She stomps forward, until they’re face-to-face and Asami can’t use the table as a wall between them. Asami’s always been taller than Korra, but right now, she feels really small.  

“Do you know how much I think about that? About when you’re going to run off with your perfect boyfriend after having your fun? After figuring out you would much rather get married to a man than spend any more time fooling around with a girl?” Korra pokes her finger into Asami’s chest, but her touch is gentle. “Well, go ahead. I’m not just some dog you can call whenever you feel lonely.”

Asami’s heart pounds in her chest, blood rushing in her ears. Embarrassment and fear makes her rash, hasty— desperate to chase Korra away before she could leave on her own. She can barely hear herself speak, words tumbling out before she could stop them. “Then why do you always come?”

She shuts her mouth the second she says it, but it’s way too late. Korra’s expression morphs into hurt, and then to disdain. There’s no way she’s ever going to forgive her— she’ll never speak to Asami again. Korra laughs, dry and humorless, recrossing those strong arms over her chest. She resigns, sucking her teeth and glancing down at her boots, inches away from Asami’s feet, dark with her stockings. 

And when Korra looks back up, Asami tries not to whimper. As much as Korra’s gaze is alight with rage and resentment, she’s looking at her lips.

Asami can’t help it when she grabs onto Korra’s biceps, tugging her in for a violent kiss before she could even think about what she’s doing. But Korra doesn’t pull away— uncrossing her arms so her hands could fly down to Asami’s hips, gripping harshly and dragging a pained gasp from her throat. Longing fills Asami’s chest— there’s nothing left of the gentleness that Korra once held her with, but even so; her body still reacts to Korra’s burning touch, arousal pulsing between her thighs.

Korra’s kissing is all teeth and tongue, no careful slide of soft lips against her own as Korra pushes her into the table, the loud screech of the legs against Asami’s tile flooring not nearly enough to pull them away from each other. She’s forced onto the tabletop, hands gripping Korra’s hair as she’s pinned down, kisses becoming relentless before Korra separates them, lips meeting her throat.

And then it’s Korra’s teeth in her skin before she can even realize it, back arching off of the table as she gasps into the warm air of her kitchen, pleasure ripping down her spine. “Korra!” She whines, unable to think of anything else, hands grabbing desperately at Korra’s hair, her shoulders, her biceps.

Another bite to her slightly exposed collarbone makes her wince, but in a good way. As good as it could be, considering this could be the last time she’ll ever have Korra. Asami digs her nails into the fabric of Korra’s shirt over her back, revelling in the grunt it pulls from Korra’s throat, breath warm where she sucks a mark into the soft skin beside the indents of her teeth. Asami’s not letting go. Not until Korra makes her.

Korra’s hands fist into the slightly open collar of her shirt and before she can gasp out a breathless wait, Korra’s torn it open. She can hear the clacking of a few buttons against her floor before Korra pushes it down to her forearms. The decimation of her blouse makes her a little irritated, but Korra doesn’t seem to care. Instead, she sucks a mark into the top of Asami’s breast, leaving her bra alone. 

She’s not sure if Korra remembers that it’s her favorite, or if she just doesn’t feel like destroying anything else, but Asami’s a little grateful either way. She doesn’t have time to dwell on it, before Korra yanks down the zipper to her skirt.

“Don’t break it,” she tries, holding Korra’s biceps with a firm, sharp grip. Her fingernails leave tiny, crescent-shaped indents in Korra’s tan skin, but Korra only sucks in air through her teeth, scoffing.

“Shut up.” Is all she receives in a curt grunt, but Asami thinks she deserves it. She lifts her hips when Korra roughly pulls the skirt down her thighs, leaving her in only her stockings and underwear. It’s one of the only other times they’d had sex with clothes on, the first time being the party, but this makes Asami feel a little cheap. She’s not drunk and that’s probably why, but Korra’s not stopping— dropping to her knees and pulling her thighs apart, pressing her lips to the front of Asami’s underwear.

The feeling of Korra’s mouth on her, breath hot through the thin fabric makes her gasp and arch off of the table again, already feeling the stiffness in her back. But she dares not to speak, not unless she wants Korra to snap at her again. Instead, she slaps a hand over her mouth and muffles her moan behind it. Korra’s never treated her like this before, and as much as the disrespect hurt her.. She liked it.

And then the feeling of Korra’s mouth is gone, but it’s not for long. Teeth scrape against the flesh of her inner thigh, sinking into her skin before she could prepare herself. It’s sensitive and she yelps behind her hand, tears pricking her eyes at the sting. But then the strangest thing happens— Korra soothes it with her lips. It makes Asami swoon, stupidly, over the fact that Korra’s kissing her again and she really might cry— throat already feeling tight.

Asami really doesn’t want to lose her.

Korra pulls her underwear down without a second thought and Asami can feel the way she’s aroused— the fabric is slick and sticky when Korra pulls it away, but she doesn’t say a thing. Instead, she can feel Korra’s fingers spread her apart, twitching embarrassingly beneath the touch. Hot with a blush, Asami moves to close her legs, but Korra stops her with rough hands. She forces them back open without a word, breath ghosting over Asami’s cunt as she leans forward, tongue sliding through already wet folds.

A sharp whine escapes through her mouth when Korra’s mouth meets her clit— already swollen and begging for attention. She can’t stop her hands from flying down to tangle in those soft locks, holding on like she’d never get a chance to have Korra again. And she very well might not; the memories of their fight too fresh, the words she’d spoken too sharp. Asami takes a shuddering breath, trying to will the tears away as they fill her vision, leaving everything a blurry mess as she tilts her head back towards the ceiling. 

Her eyes flutter shut, half-sob and half-moans spilling past parted lips as Korra quickly drags her unwillingly towards the edge. Pleasure winds in her abdomen, tighter and tighter, until she’s all but gasping and whimpering beneath Korra’s tongue, hips pushing back into that heavenly mouth. And then Korra forces her thighs back, sucking on her clit with tiny flicks of her tongue and that has Asami’s moans coming light and airy, clipped and short with how close she was getting.

Korra pulls away.

Everything stops and she’s left strung tight with need. Fear spikes in her chest as she thinks Korra might leave her like this— might leave her forever. Those hands leave her thighs before she can think to grab them and panic shoots through her. Asami thinks to sit up, abdomen tightening as she prepares, but Korra’s hands ghost up the backs of her thighs and she freezes, unwilling to move. It was almost like, with the slightest twitch, Korra would leave. So she lies there, chest heaving and eyes screwed shut, arousal throbbing between her thighs, desperate not to break the fragile state they were in.

And then she feels it— Korra’s lips, kissing up her stomach in quick, gentle pecks. Korra’s kissing her again. But Korra’s never curbed her like this before, never denied her an orgasm that she’d been so close to having. Her heart still pounds in her chest and she feels Korra’s mouth pause there, lips hesitating over her fluttering heart. It almost makes her want to open her eyes and look, but she can’t bring herself to— Asami doesn’t know if she could handle seeing all that anger in her gaze right now. She thinks that would break her heart; right now, she just wants to feel Korra close to her. For just a while longer.

Korra’s lips meet her throat, soft and warm where they kiss against a sore bite mark, fingers tracing along the inside of her thigh. Arousal pulses through her core, Korra’s touch so close to where she needed it the most. But she bites her cheek, holding her tongue— Korra wants her to be quiet.  

She drags it out until Asami’s thighs are trembling, wet beyond belief, uncomfortable with how aroused she was. It was borderline painful, but she still held her tongue, trying to focus on the feeling of Korra’s lips on her throat, sucking a gentle hickey beneath her jaw. Asami doesn’t even care that Mako might see the marks Korra’s leaving— she doesn’t belong to him anymore. She’s giving herself to Korra; right here, right now, in the only way she knows how: by letting Korra have her way with her body.

Fingers stroke through wet, slick folds, collecting her dripping arousal and pressing gently against her entrance. She sucks in air, a slight whine slipping through her lips, laced with desperation and want. But Korra seems hellbent on torturing her, relieving the pressure and tracing soaked fingers over her clit. The touch has her gasping, hips jerking without her permission into Korra’s hand, but she just pulls away, fingers returning to massage over her entrance.

Hands shaking, she strokes gently through Korra’s hair, taking in a deep and unsteady breath. She needs it so bad— the release, the feeling of Korra making her come, the waves of pleasure that drown her, tumbling over her like the ocean. It makes her desperate, so she tilts her head to the side, breathing in the scent of Korra’s shampoo. “Please,” she whispers, voice strained. “It hurts.”

For a second, she really thinks Korra didn’t hear her. Or maybe, she just didn’t care. Her fingers stall against Asami’s entrance, lips parting from her skin with a gentle pop. And then she hears Korra speak, voice hoarse.

“Look at me.” 

The demand is simple, effective in the way it makes her open her eyes. Korra’s eyes are already on hers, body backlit by her chandelier. Her face is contorted into something strained, like she were suffering. Guilt blooms in Asami’s chest, but the feeling of Korra’s fingers sliding past her entrance makes her stiffen, whimpering before she can stop it. Her walls flutter around them, even though Korra’s not moving. The heel of her hand presses into Asami’s clit and she can’t stop her back from arching, violent pleasure ripping through her abdomen as her eyes threaten to close.

“Don’t close your eyes.” Korra tells her, voice trembling slightly around the edges. “Or I’ll stop.”

So she doesn’t. Asami forces her eyes to stay open as Korra lifts the pressure from her clit, fingers setting a steady pace of working in and out. The sounds are slick, wet, vulgar— but Asami doesn’t care. Korra is hers right now and the way those sharp blue eyes are boring into her own tells her that without the need for words.

Her thighs jerk as Korra picks up her pace, walls shuddering around her fingers as she gets close. She’s too worked up; words are failing her, even as she opens her mouth to speak. To beg, to praise, to argue— Asami doesn’t even know what she wants to do. Instead, moan after moan tumbles out past her kiss-swollen lips and Asami relishes in the way Korra’s cheeks darken, gaze flicking down to her lips for just a second. 

Korra is mine, she thinks as Korra’s thrusts grow rougher. Korra is mine, she thinks as her hands come up to hold Korra’s face. 

Korra is mine.

Her eyes grow heavy as pleasure begins to wind tight in her core once more. She begs, pleads silently for Korra to keep going, to make her come so hard she forgets about everything else— so she forgets about the way they’re leaving things. Desperate sounds spill from her mouth, sounds she didn’t even know she was capable of making, curses tumbling past her lips like she were still angry. 

But she’s not angry. Not anymore; Asami’s yearning. Yearning for Korra to stay right here, pressed against her until the end of time. Until Republic City turned to dust— until all the elements returned to the Lion Turtles. 

She doesn’t ever want Korra to stop.

Korra’s eyes flick down to her mouth again and Korra breaks her own rule, lurching forward to press her lips against Asami’s. The warmth of Korra’s lips against her own, the feeling of Korra pushing into her, kissing her with a desperate sort of gentleness that makes her whimper. It’s different now— as if all of Korra’s rage evaporated. But her fingers hold that ruthless rhythm, driving into her like she still hated her.

Her hands come up to scrabble uselessly at Korra’s back, pretty much just letting Korra lick into her mouth. She can’t really do anything else but gasp and moan, pleasure winding tighter, so tight she could barely focus on anything but the feeling of Korra on top of her, pinning her to the table. As a last ditch effort to keep her close, Asami wraps her legs around the backs of Korra’s thighs, rolling her hips into each rough thrust.

Then, Korra’s angle shifts just a little bit, pressing upwards as she pulls out. Her arms tighten around Korra’s back, pulling them chest to chest and forcing Korra to separate their mouths. Asami can barely register how loud she’s being— and if they’d been anywhere aside from her empty mansion, they’d definitely be getting caught. 

A warm wave of heat washes over her, pleasure making her walls spasm around those heavenly fingers, nails dragging down Korra’s shoulder blades as she buries her face in the junction of Korra’s neck. She smells like rain and soft shampoo and sex— a scent Asami is never going to forget— not even if Korra refuses to speak to her ever again. 

“G-gonna, o-oh—” she tries to warn, whimpering when she feels her orgasm creep up her spine, shivering against Korra’s warm body as her legs tighten around those strong thighs. “Korra—”

“Yeah,” Korra whispers in return, and just the sound of her voice makes Asami’s chest ache. Her voice is slightly raspy, winded. “Wanna hear you.”

Asami comes so hard she thinks she might pass out.

She sobs into Korra’s neck, nails dragging in sharp lines across her shirt as she struggles to anchor herself. But even so, Korra works her through it; those strong fingers slow their rhythm as she squeezes tight, riding out her orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her, suffocating her, dragging her under in a way she’d never experienced before. Her cunt pulses and flutters around Korra, as if she didn’t want to let her go. And she didn’t— her legs remain locked around Korra’s thighs, arms still holding her close.

Even when Korra pulls her fingers out, stroking lazily over her clit and dragging out her orgasm for as long as possible, she can’t stop crying. It’s honestly a little embarrassing, but she can’t stop it— it’s like a dam broke, gallons of water rushing past the ruined concrete.

 

Korra doesn’t touch her for much longer, not wanting to hurt her any more than she already has tonight. But when she goes to pull away, Asami’s grip tightens. 

“Please don’t go,” Asami wails into her shoulder, breaths coming ragged and jerky. Korra can barely process what’s even going on— first, they were talking, then they were fighting.. Then fucking? Korra takes a sharp inhale, chest aching with each sorrowful sound that Asami makes. “I was s-scared,” she admits, breath hitching, “I didn’t mean any of it!”

Korra thinks her heart is about to burst out of her chest. She shuts her eyes, leaning her face against Asami’s hair. The thick strands are soft against her face, though sort of tousled from what Korra did to her. Her back stings, likely with broken skin, but she can barely feel it— not when Asami’s clinging to her like this, crying and telling her she didn’t mean anything she said.

Guilty, Korra wipes her hand off on the back of her pants before she slips her arms beneath Asami’s body, unconcerned with the weight of her on top of them. Right now, Korra welcomes future pins and needles with open arms. She squeezes Asami back, ignoring the way her eyes burn. 

Korra didn’t mean for any of that to happen! She’d been so worried about Mako finding out and about what would happen if he told anyone, about Future Industries, about Asami leaving her— it all wound up unloading in the form of arguing with and rage-fucking her poor friend. She feels bad— really bad— because now Asami’s nearly inconsolable!

“I’m sorry.” Korra whispers when Asami’s wild sobs turn into slight sniffling. “I didn’t mean it either. I just.. I don’t want you to be guilty after we.. have sex.”

Asami’s grip relaxes to something that has to be significantly more comfortable for her. Her legs slide down the backs of Korra’s thighs, but her arms remain wrapped around Korra’s back. “I’m not,” she breathes, voice hoarse from overuse. Korra wants to kiss her. “I’m guilty after I have sex with Mako.”

“What? Why?” Korra furrows her eyebrows, completely lost. She pulls back to look at her, but Asami doesn’t really let her get more than a foot away. 

Asami’s a mess— her hair is tangled and mussed, mascara is running down her cheeks, lipstick smudged across both of their mouths. Her blouse is half-heartedly hanging off of her arms, missing more than enough buttons to be considered destroyed. But Korra still thinks she’s beautiful— no doubt about it. Those perfect cheeks are all flushed from sex and crying, lips bitten and kiss-swollen. And there’s a fond, slightly nervous look in her hazy green eyes that makes Korra’s mouth feel dry. 

“Because, Korra,” she whispers, eyes flicking down to her mouth. Asami’s still in nothing but her bra and those damned stockings— the same ones that drove Korra crazy. “It’s you. I think.. I think it’s always been you.”

“Me?” Korra echoes, feeling a little bewildered. She’s lucky that Asami laughs a little, a gentle giggle that makes her heart flutter— an irritated Asami is.. pretty fucking scary.

“Yes, you.” And then her gaze turns fleeting, soft pink tongue peeking from between kiss-swollen lips. “Korra, I—I want more than this.”

Heart beating so fast she might die, Korra swallows thickly, tasting Asami on her tongue. Is she serious? Korra’s been wanting Asami; from before they hooked up for the first time at that boring party and every day since. She can barely hear anything but the sound of blood rushing in her ears, but Asami’s still talking to her.

“I didn’t want to say anything.. In case you didn’t feel the same way. And, um, I’m worried that you can’t trust me. Because of what I’m doing to Mako.”

To be honest, that thought didn’t even cross Korra’s mind.

And it’s still not even her top concern— she’s not worried about Asami trying to find satisfaction in someone else. With the way Asami sounds when Korra makes her come, Korra knows she’s satisfying her completely. It’s not even a question.

“No,” she breathes, eyes a little wide with disbelief. “No, I didn’t think about that at all.”

Asami gives a breathy laugh before she bites her lip. Her expression turns pained again, and Korra worries she’s feeling sore somewhere. She’d been pretty rough with her, after all.

“Did I hurt you?” Korra asks, a little nervously. She eyes the marks she’d left on Asami’s neck in her fit of possessive rage— red bites and hickeys that’ll probably darken into lovely bruises come tomorrow. “I-I’m sorry about the marks, I can get rid of—”

“No!” Asami blurts, eyes wide. Her cheeks flush, too, and Korra finds her own face growing hot. Asami wanted to keep them? “N-no, I.. I like them.”

“Oh.. okay.” Korra sucks in a sharp breath, feeling dizzy. She can’t believe the whiplash they’re going through tonight, but she doesn’t think she’d want it any other way. And if it’s Asami, she’ll take it. Whatever it was. “Are you.. Sure I didn’t hurt you?”

“No, Korra, you didn’t hurt me.” Asami’s face softens into a fond smile, one of her hands slipping from around Korra’s neck to cup her cheek. She barely even realizes Asami’s drawing her closer until their lips brush and Asami’s tongue reaches out to flick across Korra’s mouth. She’s teasing.  

Korra presses their lips together, squeezing Asami’s waist in her arms and pulling a soft moan from her throat. She swallows it down with her mouth, pressing insistent and hungry kisses against those perfectly swollen lips, loving the way Asami lets her suck one into her mouth and tug just a little.

Before she knows it, their kiss turns into a desperate, breathy make-out session that has Korra pressing her hips insistently into Asami’s. She revels in the soft whimper— Asami’s likely sensitive, so she doesn’t go much farther than that. They only separate when air becomes scarce; Korra pulls back to take a deep breath, watching Asami fix her with a complacent look as her tongue drags over her lips.

Oh, what Korra wouldn’t give to feel that tongue between her thighs.

“Bedroom?” Asami whispers, gaze flicking up from Korra’s lips to her eyes. She looks a little desperate, cheeks flushed and lip caught between her teeth.

“Whatever you want.” Korra replies, grip shifting to hold beneath Asami’s thighs as she lifts her from the table. Asami lets out a surprised gasp, arms tightening around Korra’s shoulders before she laughs.

Korra carries her from the kitchen and up the staircase, giggling and stealing quick kisses as they make their way into the bedroom.

Notes:

dwayne get the fuck out my comment section, go do something man

 

do u guys like the empty space between every paragraph (like in my older fics) or like this with only the ao3 spacing? i want to make sure my stuff is readable

Chapter 5: FIVE

Summary:

Asami confesses.

Notes:

hi i actually think i hate this chapter!!!!!! anyway, please enjoy and harass me in the comment section over fics/tropes you want to see completed or finished. i'm very motivated by comments <3

lowkey i be posting just to blog about everything like my author's notes are just BULLSHIT but thank you if you read them i just like to yap!

i got class in half an hour but i hope i can release a bunch of shit for my birthday!! i have so many google doc tabs open my laptop is suffering 💋
so many ideas... so tiny brain... sigh..

i was thinking maybe an anniversary epilogue to this, but now i'm thinkign more.. revenge fucking.. maybe a good old party bathroom hook up except the positions are flipped 😋😋 partly because i have an entire anniversary centered fic in the works that i think is too good to replace or absorb into this one

“I’m sorry.. For what I said earlier. I really didn’t mean it.” Asami whispers. She’s leaning on her arms, crossed beneath her chin and resting on Korra’s hips. Her legs kick up behind her, ankles crossing as she avoids Korra’s gaze, lying between her thighs. 

Korra’s heart is still pounding, still feeling the residual pleasure of the earth-shattering orgasm that Asami had just given her. She reaches down, fingers just barely brushing the top of Asami’s head, but she leans into them and closes some of the distance. “It’s fine,” Korra hums, smiling gently. “I know you didn’t. I already forgave you.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to think I see you that way.” Asami explains, gaze flicking up to meet Korra’s. Her eyes shimmer with regret and hurt; Korra just wants to kiss that pitiful expression off of her face. 

“Come here,” Korra beckons, watching as Asami unfolds her arms, crawling up Korra’s body as if she were under orders. Korra opens her arms, surprised when Asami just lays right on top of her. She’s heavy, but nothing Korra can’t handle— besides, the pressure is sort of therapeutic in a way. Asami presses her cheek between Korra’s breasts and as much as that made her blush, she just wraps her arms around Asami’s back and strokes her hair gently.

“I can’t believe Opal caught us.” Korra says, breathy laugh following her change in conversational topic. For a second, she thinks Asami’s not going to take the bait, but she does. She gives a low groan, sounding embarrassed.

“Don’t even,” she mutters with a slight scoff. “She wouldn’t shut up about what we were doing.”

That makes Korra laugh pretty hard, enough to make Asami lift her head and fix her with an unimpressed stare. But the corners of her lips are forced downward and Korra knows she’s trying not to laugh as well. “What? When we were making love?”

Asami’s eyes widen, expression falling into shock. Her cheeks turn impossibly redder, until she’s nearly completely flushed. “Korra, d-don’t call it that!”

With a teasing smile, she rolls them over, having Asami pressed into the sheets. The gasp that slips from her pretty lips makes Korra’s heart skip a beat, adjusting her position so she could press her lips to Asami’s throat, kissing down towards her chest as delicate hands grip her shoulders.

“Why?” She asks between kisses, pausing between Asami’s perfect breasts, hands coming up to cradle her ribcage. When she glances up, Asami’s expression makes her want to giggle— she’s covering her mouth, cheeks flushed, but there’s definitely a smile behind her hand. “That’s what we were doing.”

“Korra.” Asami’s voice is nothing more than a whine when Korra pauses the journey of her lips to tease her just a little more— a half-hearted revenge for calling her a dog. But mostly, she just liked to watch Asami’s cheeks turn red. 

“That’s.. Not what we’re.. Doing.” She pants, already pulling her legs back towards herself, without so much as a touch from either of Korra’s hands. They were busy sliding down her body, thumbs coming to spread her pretty cunt apart, already wet with arousal.

“It’s what I’m doing.” Korra grins at her from between pale thighs, the heavy, gentle scent of her arousal is something that Korra’s never going to get tired of. “Unless you don’t want me to make love to you?”

Asami’s gaze slides to the side, brows furrowed in frustration. Korra pulls her thumbs away, leaning back as if she were really not going to do anything. She’s bluffing, but Asami doesn’t need to know that.

“I.. do,” Asami mumbles from behind her hand. Something about that confession sends a thrill up Korra’s spine, cheeks feeling hot. She wants to see how far Asami will go— how far she can push before Asami crumbles.

“Say it?” Korra requests, watching Asami’s eyes widen and snap back to her face. 

“I..” Her voice is quiet, low, as if anyone else could hear them. As if they hadn’t just had the loudest sex imaginable on Asami’s dining room table. That Korra’s going to have to wipe down later, before Asami starts wringing a towel to whip her with. “Korra, do I have to?”

Korra frowns, leaning her face agains the inside of a plush thigh. “Please?”

She watches Asami’s chest rise and fall with the deep breath she takes. Her head tilts back for a second, exposing the lovebites all over her throat before she looks back down at Korra. Korra presses her lips to her skin, kissing in a slow path towards her core. 

“Korra,” Asami’s voice is low, but unmistakably coy. Korra keeps her eyes on Asami’s, watching those green eyes flick up to meet hers. Something glimmers behind them, something that Korra can’t name yet. “I.. want you to m-make love to me.”

The jolt of arousal that spikes in her core is searing and she can’t stifle the whimper that slips from her throat, thighs squeezing together absently. Asami holds her gaze as she hooks her hands around plush thighs and as she kisses once more down the inside of one perfect thigh. 

When Korra’s mouth meets Asami’s core, wet and dripping with arousal, she tilts her head back and lets Korra make love to her for as long as she wanted to.

Asami sits in Mako’s apartment, watching him brew tea at his stove. Her leg bounces a mile a minute beneath the table, anxious as ever. She wishes Korra were here— it’d make her feel better about what she’s going to say.

She’d had to leave the warmth of her bed, of Korra, at an ungodly hour— ten o’clock— to come and break up with her boyfriend. She stills loves Mako, but more in the way that she loves Bolin; like an annoying little brother. 

Korra had watched her get ready with a slightly irritated look, even when Asami leaned down to kiss her, leaving a lipstick stain on her cheek and the side of her mouth. She’d looked so cute that Asami couldn’t help but laugh— all groggy and narrow-eyed, lips turned into a displeased frown.

“If you change your mind, I’ll just kill him.” Korra had hummed. Asami was pretty sure it had been a joke, but Korra had simply rolled over after, curling back up beneath Asami’s blankets. She’s not going to change her mind; now moreso because she’s concerned for his safety.

“So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?” Mako asks, pouring her a cup of tea. It’s oolong— one that she doesn’t drink often but still enjoys. 

“Um,” she takes a breath, avoiding Mako’s concerned gaze. “I think we should.. Break up.”

Mako’s eyebrows raise and his jaw slackens a little. Then there’s a flicker of fear across his face and he grimaces, looking slightly uncomfortable. “Is this about what happened at the.. Um, party by any chance?”

Asami feels her stomach lurch. Did he already fucking know?

She hesitates for a second, toying with her fingers on Mako’s kitchen table. His eyes flick downwards and she wonders if she’s properly covered up the hickeys on her neck or if Mako can see it through her concealer. Nervously, she adjusts her collar. “Uh.. yes?”

He sighs, looking down at his teacup. Mako looks.. Guilty. It makes her even more confused— had something else happened at that party that she was not privy to?

“I meant to tell you, Asami, I promise.” He tells her. His hand reaches for hers over the table but she brings it back towards her chest, eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “It.. was just a kiss… at first.”

Asami thinks her jaw may have dropped, but she’s honestly not sure. She just stares at him, frozen in disbelief. Were they seriously both cheating on each other? It was so insane that she nearly wants to laugh, bringing her hands up to her mouth, clasped together.

“It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy with you, I just.. Started discovering things about myself. And Wu kind of helped me do that.” Mako rubs his hand over his arm, looking a little flustered. “I didn’t want to hurt you like I hurt Korra.”

Out of all the information that she’s receiving right now, Asami’s mind fixates on Korra’s name in his mouth. Not the fact that her boyfriend was exploring his sexuality with the flamboyant earth king, but that he hurt Korra in the past. Her mouth opens before she can stop it.

“Like you hurt Korra? What are you talking about?”

Mako looks surprised. “Uh, she didn’t tell you? Or, um, you guys never talked about it?”

“No?” She wraps her arms around her waist. It was something she should already know?

“I wasn’t exactly.. Faithful to her.” He admits, hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “I.. was seeing you when we were still kind of dating.”

Asami hides her face in her hands and groans, feeling helpless. She was a fucking homewrecker who wrecked her homewrecker’s home! Homewrecker-ception, she supposes. She wonders if Korra finds this funny— she clearly didn’t care if her and Asami were practically dating.

“Spirits, Mako,” she whispers, “you can’t be serious right now.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to lose you— even if we aren’t dating, you’re still a really important part of my life and I—”

“I’m sleeping with Korra.” She blurts. 

Mako stares at her, cheeks pink with embarrassment. “Oh.” 

For a while, no one says anything. They just stare at each other across the table, nervous hands toying with fingers, with teacups and with clothing. Asami even thinks she curled her hair around her finger for two minutes straight.

“So..” Mako says, looking sheepish and holding out his hand. “We’re good?”

She can’t help that she laughs at the absurdity of it all, taking his hand and shaking it like they’d just concluded a business deal. Maybe they really were better off as friends. “Yeah,” Asami agrees with a small smile. “We’re good.”

When Asami returns to her mansion, she eyes Korra’s glider staff still in the foyer. She hasn’t left yet.

It takes her all of ten minutes to brew some tea before she returns to her bedroom, finding Korra now in the middle of her bed, laying flat on her back and snoring pretty loudly. It must be the position, but she laughs, unintentionally waking the Avatar from her fitful slumber.

“Asami,” she yawns, stretching across pillows as Asami sets her teaset down on the bedside table. She shrugs off her bra beneath her shirt, tossing it to the side to be dealt with later as Korra rolls over, wrapping her arms around Asami’s waist. “You’re back. Single, right?”

She falls into Korra’s embrace with just the promise of being held by her. And Korra delivers, holding her as close as possible, pressing her lips beneath Asami’s jaw and to the barely-there shadows of bruises beneath her make-up. 

“Not single,” she breathes, meeting Korra’s confused gaze when she pulls back to look at her. Her hands come up to cradle Korra’s pretty face, leaning in. “I have a girlfriend, now.”

Korra presses a hard, loving kiss to her lips and Asami thinks she’s never been luckier.

Notes:

i know i promised a soulmate au but i got like 5 works that are literally almost done and could be posted would u guys be mad at me

Notes:

asami sato the woman you are