"Korra, please!" Mako cried out as they stormed into his apartment, him staunchly on her heels. He reached out to grab one of her wrists in an attempt to stop her in her tracks. A date night that started off as any other quickly soured over an argument over Korra's upcoming assignment.
"Mako, no. I'm over fighting about this. I don't understand why you're so against this job and pushing back against me every step of the way. You've got to stop. Let me go." With a grunt she snatched her arm from his grip, quickly toed off her shoes and continued to march forward.
Mako closed the door behind them before doing the same. "I'm worried about you, is all. Are you sure you can handle this?"
"Yeah, yeah, when are you not?" A hand wave dismissed his concern. "You're always worried about me, spirits, it's frustrating. I feel like I can't breathe anymore," a roll of her eyes and voice filled with tired annoyance. She let out a huff and turned around to face him with a firm glare.
"I'm not made of glass, Mako; I'm more than capable of handling myself. Your lack of faith in me and my abilities is so..." With the proper wording failing to come to her, she let out a full body groan. "As the Avatar, I was entrusted with this important mission. I need to do this."
"No you don't." His ire steadily increased at her stubbornness. "That's final." He crossed his arms over his chest, standing his head up and chin out proud.
Hands on her hips, she threw her head back rolling it around. An assertive step forward. "Oh yeahhh, is that right," she sneered. "Who are you to stop me, anyways?"
Step for step, he matched hers, eyes with a dark glow. "That's right," drawing out each word.
Blue eyes met golden with their individual fierce gazes. The tension between them was thick and hot as they continued to move closer to each other until they were nearly chest to chest. Hot intense pants intermingled filling the in-between.
A split second and half smirk later, their lips come crashing together. It's rushed. Sloppy. All teeth and tongue in one's assertion for dominance over the other. Hands pawed at the others' clothes, eager for more contact. Pant buttons were fiddled at and fingers grazed up and around tops to feel more of the other's skin currently impeded by offending garments.
Continuing his assertion and pressing up on Korra, Mako coaxed her to take shaky steps backwards to his bed.
With an oof escaping her lips, Korra landed on the mattress in a slight starfish position, arms relaxed hands to the sides of her face. Pupils blown, lips parted in a slight 'o', her pants were shallow with arousal. Mako took a drawn out second to stare her down darkly. A predator over his prey, Mako's mind churned, plotting how best to take her. He climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees effectively hovering over her, chest heaving and nibbled on his bottom lip.
Mako leaned into her ear with a cold whisper, "I need to see you." He slowly pulled back, fully aware of the chill that ran down her spine. The shallow gasp that escaped her lips.
She nodded dumbly, briefly caught at a loss for words.
Mako leaned back sitting on his heels to give her room to sit up. He held onto a bunch of her shirt to forcefully pull Korra upright. With that momentum she propped herself up on one of her hands. The other traveled to the bottom hem of her shirt to pull her top overhead and toss to the floor, keeping her chest covered only by her bindings.
Eyebrows pinched with a focused glare. "All of you," he snarled.
She scoffed at his audacity. "Says you. You're more dressed than I am." Eyeing him up and down with a quirked brow.
He looked at her coolly in return with a clenched jaw and pursed his lips. "Fair is fair." Leather jacket and white t-shirt discarded to a random corner of his room. Already unbuttoned pants shimmied off and so, too, did they go with a kick.
He resumed taking in Korra's form appreciatively, placing hot bruising kisses down the column of her neck, settling to the tops of her breasts. Slowly, almost painfully, hip lips traveled from the left to the right. He planted a final kiss right in her cleavage.
"Take. These. Off ," he growled, a quick yet firm tug at the hem of her pants.
"Help me?"
"Ugh, so now you want my help. Don't act so cute," he jeered.
She rolled her eyes. "Fuck off why don't you."
Eyebrows raised, unimpressed. "Isn't that why we're here?"
Korra only grunted in response, turning her face away.
Using his index finger and thumb, he reached for her chin, turning it back towards him assertively, so they again met eye to eye. With a practiced finesse, his hand left her chin, reaching down to strip her of her pants. Once that was taken care of, strong hands massaged from her calves up her thighs. Looking back up at her and the apex of her thighs, he was greeted by a wet stain on her panties.
"Oh, what's this? Are you that turned on already, baby?" He said with a mocking intonation.
"Just shut up and fuck me already why don't you," Korra called back from the head of the bed.
"In due time." A firm squeeze to the top of her thighs. "I'm going to enjoy this."
With a calloused hand he fully cupped her mound, taking in the damp warmth from her arousal. His middle finger played with her cunt through her underwear in tease.
"Oh fuck," she whimpered. Neck boneless, her head lolled back.
"Wow, is my little play-thing so sensitive already?" He teased.
"Makooo," she whined, eyes closed relishing in how fiery every nerve ending felt.
"Keep your eyes open, Korra. Look at me," he commanded, hand still caressing her center, fingers toying with her. "You need to see how no one else can be here for you like this; how no one else will be able to turn you on like this; how only you can be my little bitch."
She forced her eyes open. Seeing the dark lustful look in his eyes, her breath hitched. "Yours."
His hand left her pussy trailing up her torso, caressing underneath one of her full breasts. A hard nod. "Mine." The declaration punctuated with a harsh squeeze to said breast.
The hand covering her breast glided to the center of her chest and with skilled accuracy, he took a heated index finger to draw a singular line down her chest bindings. The fabric singed away, allowing her breasts to fall free. He bit his lip appreciatively.
"Fuck, your boobs are so perfect." He straddled atop her and groped her chest, feeling the weight and shape in his hands, moving them around in circular motions. "So round." He leaned forward. "Delicious." Ghosted lips over her jawline. "And soft." A strip licked along the edge.
Incomprehensible moans erupted from her body. "Spirts, Mako. I- I need you so bad right now. Mako, please."
A single chuckle. "I know you do. You. Need. Me." Stressed by pinches to each nipple and a final kiss to the hollow of her neck.
Letting up from his ministrations, he made his way slightly down the bed, destination aimed for between her thighs. He pulled down her ruined underwear and her overwhelming scent permeated his nostrils. At contact he almost went lightheaded as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and a long groan rumbled in his throat. Mako's cock throbbed in his underwear. No. Not yet.
Securing his position on his stomach, he dove into his prize. With the tip of his tongue he dipped in her center for a brief moment to get a quick taste. A small swirl before dragging the flat of his tongue upwards through her folds in a long swipe. This continued several times, purposefully avoiding a certain spot in need.
"Fuck, Mako," she whimpered. "My- my clit I-."
Satisfied in hearing her pleas, Mako pressed his lips at her swollen clit and gave the bundle a harsh suck.
Korra cried out as her back snapped up, fists clung onto the sheets as a measure to keep herself grounded.
He refused to let up and continued his assault on her clit with a draw of his lips and swirl of his tongue.
One of Korra's hands groped around the sheets searching for Mako's hands which held a firm grip on her trembling thighs. A silent request.
Needing no further prompting, he took said hand and plunged two fingers inside her damp heat. Wet. Frictionless. Warm. Her cunt swallowed his fingers to the hilt, stretching to take him in with ease.
Mako rubbed and tapped at her swollen front wall in a steady rhythm of both long and shallow strokes. He could feel Korra trying to roll her hips against his face and find her orgasm. Oh no, that won't do. His other hand assertively pressed down on her hips to keep her as still as possible.
Not much time passed before she came with a guttural groan of his name. Hard. Her clit pulsed against his lips, release dribbled down his chin. He had his fingers continue gently rubbing at her front wall to keep her at her peak for as long as possible then eased up to steadily coax her down from her orgasm.
It took a while before she managed to catch her breath and get a hold of herself. A blissed out thoroughly satisfied look, her breath was shallow and red flush covered her cheeks. He peeked back at her through hooded lids. "Such a good girl for me." Mako brought his soaked fingers to his lips, took a final inhale before seductively licking them clean, never breaking eye contact with Korra. She moaned at the erotic sight, pupils blown. He moved up from where he laid to give her a kiss. It was wet, sloppy, and she could surely taste herself on his lips, but it only spurred her on, and she groaned into the kiss.
With a renewed vigor, she firmly shoved at his chest and hooked a leg around one of his concurrently, forcing him on his back. She straddled his stomach, hands grazing up and down his sides, admiring the firm muscularity of his abdomen and chest. "Now. It's my turn." A slow roll of her hips on his abs.
Leaning slightly back she reached one hand ghosting over his member still painfully covered by his boxers. "Oh poor baby, your cock is aching so hard for me," she cooed. Mouth slightly hung open, she licked her lips. "Soon, I'll show you what's real. Who you belong to."
A fierce pinch to one of his nipples before she swiveled around, greedy to take his cock in her mouth.
Admiring the view, Mako couldn't help himself. He bent some heat to his hands and groped under and around her ass to make circular motions followed by a rough spank. Spirits, he loved to see that ass giggle. That's my girl.
Korra paused her descent on his member to whip her head around and her icy blue eyes gave a piercing glare. "Look, I'm in charge here. And you better recognize where you're at right now."
"Strange way of saying you're a hungry little cumslut." He bit back, simultaneously gliding his palms up the back of her thighs to the junction between there and her butt. He could still smell the arousal from her earlier release and it made his cock throb heavily.
With a deliberately cooled tongue, she ran it up and down his length before opening her lips in an 'o' prepared to take him in.
Mako's breath caught at the chill. "Dammit, Korra!" he cried out.
She hummed full of cockiness at her tease; the reverberations deep in her throat beat against his pulsing member. For the rest she couldn't take in her mouth, slightly warmed up hands provided an assist.
Suck, swirl, squeeze. Suck, swirl, squeeze. When she felt the need to swallow the pre-cum and saliva in her mouth, the muscles in her throat gently massaged the tip of his cock. Mako let out a primal groan at the action. That coupled with the hot and cold contrast happening in Korra's mouth and around his cock was nearly unbearable for him and his thighs started to twitch. A familiar rolling in his belly and tightening in his balls.
"F-fuck, Korra. I- I can't, ugh, shit," he strained to get a handle of his words jammed in his throat.
She popped off his cock with a trail of the saliva and pre-cum dribbling from her lips. "Can't what?" she said smugly.
"I need to come."
"I know you do, you little whore," she interrupted.
"Come deep inside your pussy," he admitted in clarity. "Let me in."
She shook her hips, a captivating sight that never failed to make his throat run dry.
She turned her head around and sneered. "Of course you do." Sensually, she changed position so the two of them were face to face. "Just for you, I think we can make that happen." Slowly descending on his cock, she moaned at the fullness; he, at the warm grip of her cunt, milking his member for all its worth.
His hands reached out for a strong grip on her hips, rocking her back and forth in a steady rhythm. In turn she leaned slightly forward, one hand on his chest to steady herself, another placing a slight grip to the front of Mako's throat.
Mako shuddered in his climax, white ropes of his release painting her inner walls. Korra followed soon thereafter, their harmonious moans resonating within the apartment's bedroom.
Following their orgasms, she relaxed half atop him, half on the mattress. She fidgeted a moment before rolling her eyes. Sex on a twin bed was less than ideal. "Come on. Move over, city boy."
With a grunt he scooched over slightly, allowing her to roll on her side, legs slotting with his. Korra sighed more comfortably as she began to drift off. Mako on the other hand: his body was relaxed, but, fuck, was his mind still reeling. He looked up at the ceiling as he parsed through his thoughts. The first one that came to mind: Where do we go from here?