SEXTAPE

by sexontheceiling

Summary:

Asami finds out something pretty interesting about Korra.

Notes:

BOMBOCLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT I'M SO FUCKING MAAAAAAAAAAAAD

EVERYONE'S BACK ON THE KORRA HATE TRAIN UGH HOP OFF HER DICK SHE'S INNOCEEENNNTTTTT!!!!!!!! KEEP MY WIFE'S NAME OUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!!!!!!!!!! korra.. wait for me wife... republic city is not far

ugh i could rant about this for HOURS yo i'm actually soooo butthurt. and the way they were talking about her?????? "i wonder what the last avatar did..." I HAVE A BOMB I HAVE A BOMB I HAVE A BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm feral guys like actually feral

anyways enjoy this fic it's literally my longest to date and this is 1/2 chapters 😁 so more to come and dare i say it.. the second chapter is better
posting this JUST to rant because why are we even talking bad on korra's name again??? wallahi count your days nickelodeon. count your mother fucking days.

as always, leave me a comment and lmk your thoughts and opinions. bonus if you crash out over korra hate with me cuz i really can't deal with this right now
thanks so much for reading <3

Chapter 1: Sextape

 

 

Asami would do a lot of things for money.

 

Being a college student was rough, and trying to save up while paying rent, paying off her car and buying groceries was even harder. At least her roommate and best friend Korra lived with her, because Korra always seemed to be able to spot her whenever she needed it and was never late on any payments.

 

It makes her curious; why was Korra able to afford things so easily when she only worked maybe three times a week, if not four, as a hostess in a restaurant. It’s not like Asami’s shit-outta-luck broke, but asking her dad for money all the time just made her feel guilty. 

 

She voices this to Bolin, who’s sitting in the library with her, cramming for his final paper that was due in 43 minutes. He’d written about half of it, still struggling to get the other half done. 

 

“You should ask her.” He says with a snicker, and Asami raises a curious brow.

 

“Why? You can’t tell me?”

 

“I could, but I really think you should ask her.” He reiterates, typing furiously on Asami’s laptop. He’s pretty quick, but he types like an old lady; with one finger at a time.

 

“Just tell me now , Bolin, or you’ll be hand writing your paper.” She threatens, leaning back to check her nails with mock-boredom. She wasn’t really going to take her laptop back, but Bolin didn’t need to know that. Besides, he groans pathetically and leans back in his chair, fixing her with an accusatory glare.

 

“Fine.” He grumbles, rolling his eyes. “ Korra’s a camgirl .”

 

Asami has to do a double take. A camgirl? That can’t be right. Korra couldn’t be a camgirl, she was too.. masculine to be a camgirl. The idea of Korra in a skimpy little outfit posing for a camera was a little much, and she found herself sweating. “C-camgirl?”

 

“Oh yeah,” Bolin waves his hand with a smug grin. “I accidentally found her account like six months ago off Twitter and asked her about it. She nearly beat my ass.”

 

He laughs, but then his face falls and he shivers, as if reliving Korra’s reaction. It makes Asami laugh, and Bolin narrows his eyes before an evil smile splits his face. 

 

“Her username is youravatar or something like that. You have a crush on her, why don’t you check it out?”

 

Asami has Bolin begging for forgiveness in about thirty seconds after the words leave his mouth.

Asami checks it out.

 

She finds Korra’s account with relative ease, double-checking to make sure her door is locked. She couldn’t find her headphones, so she makes sure the volume on her laptop is low before she clicks on the latest video. It makes her feel guilty, but.. She really did have a crush on Korra, no matter how vehemently she denied it.

 

Everything Korra did was sexy, everything she said was sexy, and every time she touched Asami, Asami would be thinking about it for hours. Hell, Korra had been the subject of every late-night fantasy since they moved in together; each little brush of skin or playfully flirty comment just fed the roaring flames.

 

The thumbnail is black, but she can tell what the short video is about because it’s helpfully labeled as fucking a bitch with her strap-on. It intrigues Asami, and she presses play, getting comfortable against her mountain of pillows.

 

Korra’s in the frame, but her face is cropped out. She waves to the camera a little and chuckles, and the chat replay on the side tells Asami that it had been a livestream at the time. “Hello, hello,” she says, voice low and a little playful.

 

Korra is not in her room either, Asami realizes when she scans the background. The walls are painted an unfamiliar sage green, littered in pop music artist posters and decorum, and the bed is bunked when Korra turns the camera a little. She’s so focused on the room that she jumps when she sees the girl in the frame.

 

She’s.. really pretty, with long blonde hair and bitten, red lips. Her face is obscured by a piece of black cloth tied around her eyes, and her mouth twists into a smile when Korra’s hand slides up the side of her inner thigh. The camera pans down, and Asami nearly chokes on her own spit. Around Korra’s hips is a pink harness with a dildo attached to it, in a matching shade. It looks so out of place on Korra’s body— dressed in a grey sports bra and her black underwear, that Asami nearly giggles.

 

The chat blows up with messages all reading kiss her or some variation of that, and Korra laughs a little, fingers gliding down the girl’s stomach until she reaches her core, wet and flushed; clearly already played with. It makes her feel warm, the way this girl’s teeth find her lip when Korra’s fingers circle her clit before sliding down to her entrance and pushing inside. “Sorry,” Korra says, “I don’t kiss my hook-ups.”

 

She catches the way the girl frowns, and Asami feels for her— if Korra said that about her while she allowed herself to be recorded during sex, she’d probably crash out. There’s a sharp moan when Korra’s fingers curl within her, and the girl obviously forgets any grievances she might’ve had. Her thighs tremble a little and Korra sighs behind the camera. It’s quiet and barely audible, but it’s there and it makes pleasure thrum between Asami’s thighs; embarrassingly so.

 

“Please,” the girl whispers a little, and Korra outright giggles, pulling her fingers from her cunt with a wet sound before pressing them to her lips. The girl takes them willingly, and she moans softly around them. Korra angles the camera downwards again, revealing the way she’s rubbing the dildo against the girl’s cunt with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips. It’s nearly too much, and she wishes she could see Korra’s expression as she practically torments this girl.

 

She wonders if Korra would kiss her . If Korra would fuck her like that. 

 

It’s a dirty thought, but she watches as Korra props up her camera on the nightstand, angling it towards their bodies. Only the lower half of Korra’s face is visible, not nearly enough to recognize her, but enough that Asami gets to see that complacent grin as it spreads across her perfect lips.

 

That was more than enough to turn her on, and her hand slid beneath her pajama shorts so her fingers could press against her core over her underwear. Pleasure sings in her abdomen, watching as Korra hooks her hands beneath this girl’s knees, gripping her thighs harshly as she pushes the strap into her cunt.

 

She’s stupidly jealous of the girl that Korra’s fucking, craving with her whole being to be in her place right now. The girl whimpers a little when Korra bottoms out, but Korra doesn’t seem to have much regard for her as she rocks her hips into her at a slow pace.

 

Asami’s fingers drift lower, pushing her underwear to the side as she swipes through her wet folds, fingers gliding smoothly over her entrance before she circles her clit. She matches Korra’s pace without even thinking, and she’s not prepared for what comes next.

 

“You like that?” Korra murmurs, voice low but audible through the girl’s soft moans and gasps, and Asami feels electricity shoot down her spine. Donations and messages flood in when Korra chuckles lowly, and the girl’s back arches off of the mattress when Korra picks up her pace.

 

Asami slides two fingers into her cunt, wet beyond belief at just the sound of Korra’s voice. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”

 

Yes , Asami thinks when she matches Korra’s rhythm, the pleasure of listening to Korra’s voice while she fucks herself to the thought of her nearly unimaginable. She’s already sweating and riding the edge, as if Korra herself were really fucking her. The girl cries out a rasping yes as well, thighs jerking with each of Korra’s rough thrusts.

 

“Gonna cum for me?” Korra asks, and Asami feels her heart skip a beat. She’d never heard Korra talk like this, not ever, and she doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to wipe it from her mind. Pleasure squeezes in her abdomen as she curls her fingers inside herself, ruthless pace making her pant and gasp. She’s got to keep quiet— she’s sure Korra’s home right now, because her shoes are by the door.

 

“Please, yes , please—” the girl sobs, and Korra reaches down to rub small circles into her clit, hips still slamming ruthlessly into the backs of this girl’s thighs. She crosses her ankles around Korra’s back and Asami feels a pang of jealousy through her lust-addled mind. 

 

She doesn’t have time to focus on it, because Korra’s voice drifts through her speakers again, all smooth and rich and lustful. “Yeah?” She goads as the girl’s moans raise an octave, light and airy as she crests her peak, wet sounds of the strap filling the gaps between her moans. Korra’s breaths are heavy as well, but she just bites her lip and Asami wants nothing more than to lick into her mouth like there was no tomorrow. 

 

“What a good girl,” Korra praises when the girl’s thighs shudder and she lets out a shaking, drawn-out moan. The sound of Korra’s praise in that sultry tone have Asami’s fingers stuttering in their rhythm, and her thighs shake as she gets close. 

 

“And a slut .” Korra sighs and Asami chokes on a moan, slapping her free hand over her mouth just in case. She can’t be sure if it was too loud, but she can’t stop now, not with how close she is. Her fingers work faster, rhythm unsteady as her muscles tense and untense. “You’re so wet.”

 

That sends her over the edge, and she cums with Korra’s name on the tip of her tongue. She moans behind her hand, thighs snapping shut as she rides out her orgasm to the sound of Korra’s breaths as she reaches for the camera. There’s a little laughter and the sound of the girl’s strained moan and Asami peeks open her eyes, fingers still buried deep within her cunt.

 

“Thank you for the donations,” Korra hums, fingers spreading the girl’s twitching cunt apart. It’s obscene, and the girl goes to close her thighs before Korra stops her. Korra’s fingers dip into her cunt again and there’s three thumps on the bed like she’s tapping out before Korra relents and pulls them out, panning the camera up to the girl’s blindfolded face. She’s flushed, with an arm tossed over her eyes as she pants and tries to catch her breath.

 

“See you soon.” Korra sing-songs before the camera clicks and the video ends. Asami’s completely stunned, eyes wide and mouth agape as she stares at her own reflection in the darkened screen. She looks completely fucked-out; hair a frizzy mess, cheeks flushed and eyebrows still pinched together.

 

She’s so completely and utterly fucked.

“You should totally ask Asami. She’d say yes for sure.” Bolin’s voice isn’t particularly quiet when he says that, but not it’s usual volume, meaning it’s something that Asami’s not supposed to be hearing. She leans on the wall beside Korra, but her back is turned and she’s talking to Bolin in hushed whispers.

 

She’s got an hour gap between classes, same as Korra, and they usually hit up the café now. It’s not particularly strange to see Bolin here, but she knows he’s got a class soon, which is why it was usually just the two of them.

 

“No way,” Korra says, scoffing, “she’d never agree to that. Ever .”

 

“Besides,” she continues, and Asami can hear how nervous she sounds with the tone of her voice. “I don’t think she’s into that kind of stuff. A-and I’d be really nervous.”

 

Bolin sucks his teeth, waving his hand a little. “Trust me, Korra. Ask her. Seriously.”

 

“Ask me what?” She finally pipes up, and Korra must have jumped a foot off of the ground, spinning to face her with a speed that would rival a ballerina. 

 

“Hi, uh, Asami, hi!” Korra sputters and her cheeks are all red with a pretty blush. Asami can’t chase the side of Korra she’d seen last night from her mind, and she tries not to let her gaze wander to those soft-looking lips. Korra’s fluster was nothing like that domineering persona she’d displayed for the camera, but Asami finds that she likes both sides of her.

 

“Hi, Korra, hi.” She teases, watching Korra as she rolls her eyes and laughs along. Bolin waves at her with a smug smile and she already wants to punch him.

 

“So,” she says, leaning forward a little. Korra’s cheeks still burn with that same blush as she speaks. “What were you gonna ask me?”

 

“Um, it’s.. It’s not important.” Korra waves her off. 

 

Bolin pipes up from beside her, with his best I’m innocent expression. “Yes it is! It’s super important! Like, saving Korra’s life important.”

 

“Don’t you have class?” Korra grits out through clenched teeth, shoving Bolin by his shoulder as he scrambles away cackling. He speedwalks down the corridor, stupid red panda backpack bouncing as he enters the elevator. What a child.

 

Asami fixes Korra with a smile when she turns back to her. “Shall we?”

 

Korra blinks at her, looking flustered. “Shall we what?”

 

She wonders for a moment what could possibly have Korra so frazzled that she’s forgetting their usual café run. “Go to the café?” She reminds her, raising a playful eyebrow. 

 

Clapping her hands together, Korra’s a little loud when she responds. “ Yes — yes, of course!” Without thinking, her hand finds Asami’s, holding tight as she begins to lead her towards the direction of the caf é . It’s enough to make Asami blush and she thinks she’d honestly let Korra lead her anywhere.

Korra sips her iced tea, tearing up the wrapper of her straw into tiny pieces that Asami will have to clean up before they leave. She doesn’t do it on purpose, Asami knows, she just likes to busy her hands while she thinks. Although, she’s a little extra quiet today; usually, she’d be rambling about someone who was walking too slow or a professor that pissed her off that day.

 

“Something on your mind?” Asami asks her, bringing the mug her latte was in up to her lips and taking a sip. Korra startles and looks a bit nervous when she swallows the tea in her mouth.

 

“N-not particularly.” She lies, and Asami pretends to believe her, nodding along.

 

“What does Bolin want you to ask me?” Asami asks outright, still curious. Korra seems to buffer a little bit, lips parting for a moment before she gets herself together.

 

“Uh, it’s really not very important.” Korra says, and Asami scoffs, to which Korra frantically waves her hands. “I—I mean, I just don’t want to bother you. I know you’re busy and stuff.”

 

Asami rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide her smile at Korra’s concern for her schedule. “A little,” she admits, but her weekends are pretty much free for now, so she continues. “I want to help you if I can. Bolin said it’s important? Like saving your life important?”

 

Korra sighs, picking at her hands as they rest on the table. Asami reaches out without thinking, holding Korra’s hands in her own. “Really, I’ll do it. Anything.”

 

Something glimmers in Korra’s gaze and her expression turns a little sinister. It reminds her of the Korra she’d seen during the video, and her heart begins to pound disobediently. She swallows thickly when Korra glances down at their hands for a moment before looking back up.

 

“.. Anything?”

Asami finds herself sitting in Korra’s room, in nothing but her pajamas. She felt quite proud of herself for choosing this pair; a nice, matching silky set in a shiny black. And she knows she looks good because as Korra rummages around her room, she keeps glancing back at her.

 

“Do you need help?” She asks after another minute passes, and Korra’s still digging through her closet. 

 

“No,” Korra responds pretty quickly, her muscles flexing deliciously as she reaches all the way in the back for something. “You can just sit there and look pretty.”

 

Asami feels her cheeks grow warm, shifting on the mattress a little bashfully. 

 

Korra had finally admitted that she’d had to cut ties with the girl she’d usually had sex with for her content because of one-sided feelings. She didn’t specify who had the feelings, but from the way Korra was only worried about finding a replacement, Asami had a pretty good guess. She’d agreed to try one live with her, though Asami knew she’d probably want to do all of them.  

 

Excitement flutters in her belly; she was going to have sex with Korra. Granted, a few hundred people would be watching, but Asami found herself a little turned-on by the prospect that all these people would be watching the way Korra turned her out. Asami was ready to put on a fucking performance, and by God was she going to show everyone just who Korra belonged to.

 

Although, she was a bit anxious; would Korra ditch her the same way she’d ditched that other girl if she admitted to being into her? To being in love with her? Asami doesn’t notice Korra’s eyes on her until she crosses the room to sit beside her, warm hand resting on her thigh.

 

“Do you want to back out? It’s okay, really, I don’t want to.. have sex if you’re not interested.” Korra tells her and Asami flushes at the blunt language Korra uses, as well as the thumb that’s currently stroking the inside of her thigh in a supposedly comforting manner. All it’s really doing is turning her on, and she fights the urge to squeeze her thighs together while Korra’s hand is still there.

 

“No, I’m i-interested,” Asami reassures her, leaning a little closer to emphasize her point. She nearly forgets Korra’s preference that she highlighted in her video: no kissing hook-ups. Pulling back, she averts her gaze and gives her a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I’m just a little.. Nervous .”

 

Korra’s looking a little stunned for a moment before she snaps out of it, nudging Asami’s shoulder with hers playfully. She offers a smile, a pretty one that makes Asami’s heart do somersaults in her chest. “Don’t worry,” she says, and her cheeks turn pink. “I’m nervous, too.”

 

She barely registers the box that Korra had set on her nightstand, and her eyes zero in on it. Asami thinks she knows what’s in there, though she can’t be sure until she sees it. Beside her, Korra picks up a royal blue, silky-looking blindfold. It’s nothing like the one she’d seen in the video with the other girl, and her delusional heart tells her Korra must have bought it specifically for her .

 

Her heartbeat picks up when Korra leans forward, brushing her hair out of her face so she could tie it around Asami’s head snugly. It’s not too tight, and her fingers come up to brush over the silky material.

 

“Before we start, is there anything you don’t want me to do to you?” Korra asks, and Asami feels her nerves heighten when she can’t see her. Korra’s touch on her thigh slides up a little further, scrambling her brain and making it hard to think.

 

“Um,” she mumbles, reeling. Korra’s hand graces the side of her face gently, and she’s not prepared for the feeling of Korra’s lips pressing against her cheek in a quick kiss. Oh, wow. “I don’t uh, like to be gagged. That’s really it.” She breathes, head feeling light. 

“Me either.” Korra agrees, hand slipping from her thigh and her weight lifting from the mattress. She misses her warmth already, but it doesn’t last long because Korra’s toying with the straps to her pajama top, touch ghosting over her skin. “Can I take this off?”

 

“Of course,” Asami whispers, and she almost thinks she can feel Korra’s hands tremble against her skin as she lifts the pajama top up and over her head, thick dark hair cascading down her shoulders once more, leaving her chest completely bare. Korra’s uncharacteristically silent for a minute, and Asami’s starting to wonder if she’s still there.

 

“Korra?” She tries, fingers curling against her knees. She almost reaches up to the blindfold, to pull it off, but Korra’s hand stops her. 

 

“Sorry, I’m here.” Korra’s voice is a little winded when she speaks, and Asami wants to ask her what’s wrong. Korra speaks again, though, before she has a chance to. “Can I take these off, too?”

 

Korra’s hand slides up her thigh, fingertips dancing beneath the hem of her pajama shorts. Her touch is so gentle and sweet, that Asami can hardly believe the Korra she was with now and the Korra she watched on the video were the same fucking person. “Yes,” she purrs, loving the way Korra’s breath hitches. “You don’t have to ask.”

 

Warm touch splaying between her breasts, Korra guides her down to the bed. Korra’s mattress is soft beneath her, and she hopes she looks good like this. Korra’s fingers hook into the waistband of the shorts before they’re tugged down her legs in one smooth motion. Left in only her underwear, she shivers when she feels Korra’s touch skate beneath her navel, right on the line between her bare skin and the hem of her underwear.

 

They were one of her nicer pairs, too; intricate lace in a pretty red that was cut slim, but not quite a thong. She prays they’re sexy, but Korra doesn’t say anything when she leans down, pressing her lips to Asami’s throat. She’d been under the impression that Korra doesn’t kiss her hook-ups, so this was an unexpected development. Not that she was mad about it, because she was quite the opposite, in fact.

 

“Beautiful,” Korra murmurs against her skin, sucking lightly against her throat. When Asami’s breath shudders, she sucks a little harder, before her lips separate with a pop. She does this again and again, in a line down the side of Asami’s throat until she reaches her clavicle. 

 

Hands slide up her waist, cupping beneath her breasts as Korra kisses down her chest, and Asami thinks she might lose it. The inability to see what Korra’s doing is making her feel insane, and the unexpected feelings of Korra kissing her skin is making her throb with desire.

 

Gasping when thumbs brush over her nipples, she’s not prepared for Korra’s mouth to follow suit, nipping gently on the underside of her breast. She grabs onto Korra’s forearms, holding her loosely in place. Her heart flutters like a little bird in her chest when Korra’s lips find her nipple, kissing gently over both of them before she continues making her way down.

 

It’s all too much and not enough— Korra’s slow, unhurried pace made it kind of romantic . Asami kicks herself for thinking that; she’d have to keep it together if she wanted to keep fucking Korra like this. Korra’s hand cups her between her thighs, and she can’t stop the sigh that slips from her throat, body already singing Korra’s praises. Rubbing just a little, Asami can’t keep her breaths from growing heavier, and she lets a sound slip past slightly parted lips.

 

“Can I?” Korra asks again, fingers hooking into the band of her underwear, and she can feel her breath ghosting over her inner thighs. Korra’s going down on her . Pleasure roils in her stomach and she tries not to moan out loud.

 

“A-anything you want.” She says instead, voice wavering. Korra pulls them down her thighs and her legs, and she wonders if Korra’s recording already.

 

Her hands find Korra’s hair when she presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh. She’s already a mess between her legs, she’s sure of that, but Asami just wishes she could see Korra’s face. “Is the camera on?” She mumbles quietly, voice slightly slurred with pleasure as Korra’s lips move down the inside of her thigh, closer and closer to her core.

 

“Not yet. You’ll know when it is.” Korra hums against her skin, voice feeling heavenly against her body. She wants to shut her legs, but Korra keeps her thighs spread apart with little effort due from those strong arms.

 

Her core throbs with arousal as Korra switches her focus to the inside of Asami’s other thigh, and she can’t stop herself from taking in a shuddering breath. “ Korra ..” She whines, hips canting slightly towards her, thighs straining against Korra’s hands. “Hurry up… please?”

 

She’s usually not one for begging, but the feeling of Korra’s lips on her everything and the lack of sight makes her strung tight with need. Asami’s not very sure how much she likes being blindfolded quite yet, but she can’t help the excitement that bubbles up in her chest when she thinks about what comes later.

 

Korra’s tongue laps up her cunt and she jumps with a startled sound, and Korra’s sinister giggle makes her face feel hot beneath the blindfold. She wastes no time in holding her thighs apart and rolling her tongue against her clit, sending shocks of pleasure up Asami’s spine and leaving her gasping for breath.

 

“Korra,” she moans, hands tangling in her short hair as Korra continues to tongue her down. “ Please don’t stop. ”

 

Humming softly against her core, Asami chokes on a moan at the feeling of Korra’s voice. Pleasure builds within her, the feeling of her muscles winding in her abdomen making her lose focus. One of Korra’s hands leaves her thigh in favor of sliding through her folds, following that heavenly tongue. It’s too much and not enough when Korra pushes into her, fingers curling against her walls. 

 

She tugs Korra’s hair without meaning to, earning another grunt against her twitching cunt and her hips roll in return, feeling absolutely ruined by Korra’s mouth. Asami wanted nothing more than to look at Korra, so one of her hands leaves Korra’s hair so she could peek beneath her blindfold. 

 

The sight before her has her gasping and whimpering anyway; Korra’s face is all red, eyes shut as her tongue circles around her clit. Her arm flexes when Asami’s thigh strains against the grip, and it’s enough to make her shiver. Her eyebrows are pinched together in a desperate expression as she curls her fingers inside of Asami again, pulling a guttural moan from her throat.

 

A slight moan slips from Korra’s lips and Asami’s thighs jerk with pleasure. Her brain is muddled with arousal, and she can barely think straight when Korra looks like that. 

 

“Just like that,” she gasps, crossing her ankles over Korra’s back, uselessly floundering against the waves of pleasure as she tries to speak. Korra pushes a little harder, sucking gently and in a way that was far too vulgar for Asami to keep watching. “That feels.. So good.”

 

Korra’s fingers rub over her walls as they curl upwards again, and then they disappear from inside her altogether. The lack of stimulation has her sitting up in record timing, blindfold pulled completely off and glare already etched onto her face.

 

On her knees, Korra’s expression is all complacent and pretty, cheeks dusted with a blush as she stares up at Asami, clearly only a little sorry— if at all. Her hair is all mussed where Asami had been gripping it; a perfect masterpiece if Asami’s ever seen one.

 

“Why’d you stop?” She finds herself asking, trying not to focus on the feeling of Korra’s eyes on her. Her thighs close a little when Korra stands up and leans into her, arms bracing themselves on either side of her waist. 

 

“Are you ready?” Korra hums, ignoring her question altogether. She glances down to Asami’s lips for a moment and just the knowledge that Korra thought about kissing her, even for a second , made her brain overheat.

 

“F-for?” She swallows when Korra leans in. Was Korra going to kiss her?

 

“For the camera?” Korra murmurs in her ear, and Asami squeezes her thighs together, arousal throbbing between her legs. Korra leans back, hands coming up to take the blindfold from her as she unties it, and brings it back up to Asami’s face.

 

“.. Yes.” Asami whispers, watching Korra smile a little dangerously. Her vision is obscured once more when Korra reties the blindfold for her, fingertips skating down her jaw once she finished. 

 

“Good.” Korra praises, and Asami’s heart stutters in her chest. Every touch and every word coming from Korra’s mouth was heightened, and she could barely think when that damned blindfold was on. She really wanted to see her, to watch the expressions on her perfect face. “You have to keep the blindfold on this time. I don’t want anyone seeing your pretty face and recognizing you.”

 

Pretty face? Asami finds herself nodding along a little dazedly, wishing Korra’s hands were back on her body and Korra’s face was still between her thighs. “Okay,” she agrees, tilting her head a little in a display that she hoped was enticing. “I.. won’t take it off.”

 

“Good girl.” Korra says, and Asami’s heart sings within her chest. The stuttered moan that slips through her mouth makes her cheeks flush and she slaps her hand over it just a little too late. There’s a slight laugh from above her, and she can smell Korra’s shampoo when she leans towards her, lips meeting her throat so gently.

 

It doesn’t last any longer than thirty seconds; and that estimate was even generous. Korra’s mouth leaves her skin all too quickly, core aching between her thighs as she continues to wait. Korra’s warmth and scent leaves her, and Asami knows she’s turning on that fucking camera. Her cheeks immediately flush, heart pounding in her chest. No one knows it’s me, she tells herself, taking a deep breath, no one knows who I am.

 

Korra’s hand rests on her waist, sliding over her navel and pausing right below it. Her touch is gentle, yet firm and grounding, warm against her. “Asami,” she says, and her voice sounds a little nervous, leaving Asami to bring her hands up to cover Korra’s. “Just.. tell me if you want to stop? I’ll stop the second you say it, okay?”

 

Asami can’t help the way her face splits into a soft smile at Korra’s words. She can’t see her, but she knows the worried expression on her face like it was seared into her memory. Korra was always sweet to her, in a way she wasn’t sweet to anyone else. “Of course,” she says, fingers tracing up the inside of Korra’s forearm. “But I don’t want you to stop.”

 

Nothing happens for a minute, but then Korra speaks. “Y-yeah, okay.” Korra’s hand leaves her body, and Asami misses it dearly, but she can hear the sound of the box opening, and theres a slight jingle that sends shivers up Asami’s spine. Korra’s putting the strap on.

 

“Hello, hello.” Korra greets her audience just like she did in the video Asami watched, that tone just slightly different from the one she’d been using. It’s that camera persona, the Korra she’d seen before but never had the pleasure of meeting. “Yes,” she laughs, maybe answering a question. “How lucky am I?”

 

And Korra’s hand returns to her skin, cupping her face and thumb pressing against her lips. She’s not sure what to do, but she lets Korra touch her without so much as a blink of her eye, smiling softly when Korra presses down on her lower lip. Touch sliding down, she can feel Korra’s hand brace her throat and that really makes her blush. She squeezes just a little, not even enough to apply any real pressure, but it still makes her core throb between her thighs and she bites her lip to keep from whimpering.

 

“Kiss her?” Korra laughs, reading off her chat most likely. Asami’s heart picks up— she really doesn’t want to hear what Korra has to say next. She’s already strung out and tense, hearing Korra say she doesn’t kiss her hook-ups again would probably make her throw up, especially now that she’s the hook-up.

 

“Well,” Korra snickers, and Asami’s heart picks up when Korra’s hand leaves her throat to press into the mattress beside her head. She can barely hear anything besides the rushing of blood in her ears as Korra murmurs above her. “Only if she’s okay with it.”

 

That soft, gentle tone is back, the one Korra reserves only for her. “Can I kiss you?” She asks, and Asami feels her entire body light up with raging desire.

 

“Please.” She says, and Korra’s quick to swoop forward, catching her off-guard in a kiss that she’s been waiting way too long for. Korra’s teeth scrape gently over her skin, and she really wants to feel them bite down. It’s such a vulgar thought that it makes her gasp against Korra’s mouth, but she can’t even find herself to be embarrassed by it.

 

Korra does bite her, but it’s all too gentle as she tugs her lip and lets it snap back, before she tilts her head and slots their mouths back together in record timing. Her head spins, unable to focus on a single thought except for the feeling of Korra’s tongue as it slips into her mouth. She wraps her arms around Korra’s neck, trying not to jostle the camera, wherever it was, as she pulls her closer, a strained sound slipping from between their lips.

 

Pressing her down into the mattress with only her ravenous mouth, Korra sucks her lip between her own before releasing it to kiss her again and this time, Korra is the one who makes a sound. It goes right between her thighs, and Asami holds Korra in place while she presses their lips together impossibly further. She wants more, to kiss Korra forever, to seal her love into each wet slide of their lips— fuck the camera.

 

One of Korra’s knees brace on the bed beside her butt, and the weight on the mattress beside her head disappears. She doesn’t have to wonder where Korra’s hand went for long, because the feeling of Korra’s fingers playing with her core makes her mind just go completely blank. Korra spreads her a little, before her slick fingers come up to circle her clit once or twice, dragging a moan from Asami’s throat.

 

She uses it to escape, pulling away from Asami’s lips and out of her grip before she could catch her. Asami frowns, tongue swiping across her mouth, the taste of Korra still on her lips. She’s a little busy committing it to memory when Korra chuckles a little hoarsely, addressing her chat again. “I know, I know.” She sounds a little winded, and Asami wonders if she did that. “She’s so fucking sexy.”

 

Oh, Asami realizes with a jolt. She’s talking about her. The compliment goes right between her thighs, where Korra’s fingers are still pressed between her folds, and she hopes Korra can’t feel her twitch. But of course, she does— there’s really no way she couldn’t feel it, because two of her fingers press against her entrance, sliding into the wet mess with no resistance.

 

“Fuck,” she groans, actively reminding herself not to say Korra’s name, because Korra’s fingers inside of her feel like heaven . She wonders if Korra’s eyes are on her, or if she’s focusing on her livestream. Korra’s quiet for a minute, but then she speaks again.

 

“Of course I did,” she says, and Asami really wishes she could hear the question being asked. Korra’s fingers curl within her and she stutters out a moan; Korra’s giggle making her blush profusely. She doesn’t have to be told what the question is, because she can make an inference when Korra speaks again.

 

“Best pussy I’ve ever had.” she hums, voice a little low. Asami thinks she might combust because what is she even saying? Her ego is stroked for sure, but she feels so incredibly embarrassed at the fact that at least a hundred people know that Korra likes to go down on her. Not only that— but that Korra likes the way she tastes. She brings a hand up to cover her face, as if it were even visible in the first place, and Korra laughs, fingers sliding out from inside her. There’s nothing for a few seconds but the sound of Korra’s soft breaths, before two of Korra’s fingers press against her lips, wet.

 

“Open that pretty mouth?” She requests, and Asami can’t disobey her, lips parting so Korra’s fingers can slide past her lips. She can taste herself on them, still slightly slick with her arousal as they press down on her tongue. Moaning around the intrusion, she can hear Korra hum as she addresses her chat again.

 

“I should, right?” Korra agrees with something, and Asami’s curious as to what exactly that is. Though.. She really trusts Korra, and the haziness of lust in her mind makes her want to do anything Korra asks of her, so she sucks gently on the fingers in her mouth, tongue lathing over the underside of them in a slutty, sensual display.

 

Asami feels good as Korra pulls her fingers from her mouth with a wet pop. She feels like teasing her, so she spreads her thighs and reaches between them, fingers sliding against her wet core with no drag. She felt like a mess, completely soaked between her thighs, cunt swallowing her fingers as she pushes them inside. It feels good, enough that she takes a shuddering breath, but not as good as if it were Korra.

 

“I want you to fuck me ,” she says, having half a mind to be embarrassed by the way she’s conducting herself. Though, she can’t help it; she was so fucking turned on right now— Korra’s teasing left her aching for release. Asami tilts her head to the side a little, adding a small, bashful “ please?”

 

There’s nothing. No sound, no movement, and Asami thinks she might’ve messed up. She almost reaches up, to peek through her blindfold, but Korra’s hand startles her when it shoots out to grab the wrist that was currently between her legs. There’s a shaky, breathy laugh and Korra’s voice sounds strained when she speaks. “Almost.. um, cut the live there.”

 

She sounds more like Korra , and Asami grins as she realizes she’s flustered. Fingers sliding in and out, she moans a little when she curls them just right. Korra surprises her by pulling on her wrist, fingers slipping out from inside of her as Korra pulls her into a sitting position. Her cheeks flush hot when she feels Korra’s tongue slide against the fingers that had been in her cunt not even thirty seconds ago, and she really wishes she could see when Korra’s lips wrap around them, sliding down to the base before she pulls back with a wet sound.

 

Her mind is reeling, so absolutely short-circuited that she can barely process Korra’s request, nearly missing it when she says, “on your knees, beautiful.”

 

It’s more of instinct that gets her to slide off Korra’s bed, getting on her knees onto the carpet of Korra’s room. It’s a little rough against her skin, but she can’t feel it anymore when Korra cups her face, guiding her forward with just her touch. She jumps when something presses against her cheek, a little cold and with a heavy blush she realizes it’s the dildo attached to the harness on Korra’s hips.

 

She’s never given a blowjob to a dildo before, and she feels nervous as she hesitates, biting her lip. Korra’s hand slides a little, until she can gently slide her thumb against Asami’s lips in a reassuring manner. Leaning into Korra’s touch for a moment, she brings her hands up to guide the length of it towards her mouth.

 

It’s.. not small, not by a longshot, and Asami really doesn’t think she can take the whole thing without gagging. She wished she would’ve looked at it while she still had her vision, but now she was blindfolded and unable to see anything at all. Especially not Korra’s face, which she longed to do more than anything in the world.

 

Korra’s thumb slides against her cheek and she can practically hear the do you want to stop? from her mouth before she even says it. Instead, Asami leans forward and drags her tongue up the length of the strap, starting from the base, before she rests a hand on Korra’s thigh for some leverage.

 

“Good girl,” Korra praises again, and that pet name’s really got her going. Her cheeks feel incredibly warm as her eyes flutter shut beneath the blindfold and she takes as much of the length into her mouth as she could before furrowing her eyebrows and sinking down. Fighting the urge to gag, she hollows out her cheeks before pulling back to take a breath.

 

“You’re good at this,” Korra tells her, hand coming to thread through her frizzy hair, mussed from their activities already. She’s sure she looks as a mess as she feels, but Korra still calls her pretty and beautiful nonetheless. “Does that pretty mouth suck a lot of dick?”

 

It’s dirty— the way Korra’s question makes her feel so.. horny . Arousal makes her squeeze her thighs together and moan as she swirls her tongue around the head of the dildo. She knows she’s not really supposed to answer, but she does anyway, resting the tip against her lips as she speaks. 

 

“Only this one.” Asami flirts, listening to the way Korra’s breath hitches and revelling in it. Korra’s hips lean forward, and Asami opens her mouth to allow Korra to slide the dildo back inside. She lets the length enter her throat, brows furrowing with focus as she keeps her gag reflex at bay. Tears spring to her eyes, but she ignores them in favor of taking as much of it as she could.

 

She gets close to the base, because she can smell Korra’s skin, a slight earthiness with the scent of rain likely from her soap or perfume and musky with sex , before she pulls back to catch her breath. Korra’s not done, because she guides Asami’s head back towards it and her breath hitches at the way Korra’s using some force.

 

“Squeeze me hard if it’s too much, baby.” And Asami’s already swooning over baby like Korra had just proposed to her. She nods carefully, though she wasn’t really listening— she’d let Korra do anything to her tonight, and all it took was a handful of compliments and two pet names. Asami wasn’t sure if that meant she was easy, but she’d give it up for Korra in public if she wanted it.

 

Korra pushes the length into her mouth with a slight gentleness that made her ache, but the harsh grip on her hair still had her throbbing between her thighs like it was no one’s business. She wouldn’t be surprised if she was dripping onto the carpet with the way things were going. 

 

She starts out slow, and that much Asami can handle. And then, she guides Asami’s head down until she gags, and her nose brushes Korra’s happy trail. Holy shit— Korra has her on her knees, dripping like an overflowing sink with a dildo all the way down her throat. This has to be a testament to how absolutely smitten she was with Korra, how much she just wanted Korra to fuck her in any way she pleased.

 

Pulling out about halfway, she gags again when Korra thrusts back in. Tears are warm against her cheeks before they’re soaked up by the blindfold, and her heart beats quickly in her chest. She can’t help it when she takes her free hand and slides it between her thighs, swiping her fingers across dripping folds as she circles her clit with the same slow rhythm as Korra’s hips.

 

“You like it when I fuck your mouth?” Korra asks her, tone teasing. Asami can’t even argue with her, gagging as Korra grinds her hips against her face. She has to pull her fingers away, embarrassingly close to cumming just from having her throat fucked. “Just wait until I fuck that pretty little cunt of yours instead.”

 

Everything Korra’s saying just makes pleasure roil in her stomach, and she really can’t touch herself, squeezing her thighs together for some relief. She gags again when Korra thrusts once more, and her mouth begins to water. That’s her signal that she’s done, lest she want to puke during sex.

 

Squeezing Korra’s thigh, she gasps when Korra pulls out, the string of saliva connecting her lips to the dildo separating when Korra gets too far away. She can feel it, and she takes a shaky breath as Korra’s fingers detangle themselves from her hair before she lets Korra tilt her head up by her chin.

 

“Are you okay?” Korra’s voice is barely a whisper, and Asami guides Korra’s hand from her jaw to her cheek so she could lean into it, offering a smile. 

 

“Mhm.” She mumbles, voice hoarse from Korra’s rough treatment of her, and Korra shifts. She can’t really tell where she is, but Korra’s lips meet hers and any thoughts she was forming immediately died in her brain. Korra licks into her mouth ruthlessly, teeth finally sinking into her bottom lip before she presses a hard kiss to her already swollen lips.

 

Once she decides Asami’s sufficiently kissed, Korra guides her to stand on wobbly legs by her arm. With a hand on her waist, she’s quick to find herself sitting on the bed again, and Korra’s hand slides up to her jaw once more.

 

“Turn around for me?” Korra asks her, and how could Asami refuse? Anticipation makes her heart pound in her chest as she gets onto her hands and knees, feeling her heart flutter with the way both of Korra’s hands run up the backs of her thighs. The camera must be propped up somewhere, putting the way Korra’s making her feel on full display. Korra hums, sounding a little smug as she glides her fingers through the wetness of Asami’s cunt, still painfully taunting.

 

Fingers pressing and rubbing against her slick entrance, Asami doesn’t know how much longer she can handle this god-forsaken teasing. Her cunt twitches with each gentle slide, and she feels like she’s going to cry. Her mind reminds her she’s not alone and that she’s got an audience, so she takes a shuddering breath and turns to beg.

 

“Please, K—” she swallows down the whimper of Korra’s name, voice breaking a little. “I can’t.. Please fuck me .”

 

It’s borderline pathetic, but it works because Korra’s fingers are replaced by the head of the dildo as she giggles a little devilishly. She slides it up and down, pressing just a little bit harder against her entrance, threatening to push inside but never delivering. “Whatever you want, baby,” Korra says, and it has Asami whimpering into the bedsheets. 

 

One of Korra’s hands slides up her back, pressing her fingers between her shoulder blades as it climbs into her hair. She doesn’t expect Korra to pull, but she does, and Asami chokes on a moan when Korra forces her head upwards. “I want you to scream for me. Can you do that?”

 

Her cheeks burn with a violent blush as she takes a shaky breath, lips parting as she whimpers. Korra’s grinding her hips into her, dildo sliding wetly against her clit in the best way possible. Korra really knew how to use that fucking strap.

 

“Y-yes,” she gasps, cringing at the rasp in her voice. Korra’s skin is warm against hers, and her grip is strong in her hair. Asami’s already embarrassed to be begging on camera, but now she’s probably going to cry and cum on camera as well— atlhough, the thought of Korra fucking her until she cried was devastatingly attractive to her, and the prospect of being unable to stave off her orgasm was.. Intoxicating.  

 

She can’t help it when she grinds her hips back into Korra’s, begging for it without words. Korra notices, because of course she does, and she snickers a little. “Slut,” she whispers, and the insult already has pleasure striking between her thighs like lightning. Korra’s hips continue to push the dildo against her clit, slick and warm as it slides against her, before she continues. “ My slut.”

 

Asami has to bite her lip, nails biting into her palms as she focuses on anything but how she’d almost cum to just the implication that she belongs to Korra. A blush flares to life underneath her skin, and she’s embarrassed to admit that Korra’s really getting to her. She’s so fucked — she should’ve never agreed to this. No sex she’ll ever have will measure up to what Korra’s doing to her tonight, and she wishes she could look over her shoulder and watch what that beautiful woman does.

 

“Oh, fuck,” she whines when Korra finally pushes the head of the dildo past her entrance, sliding in slowly and carefully. There’s no resistance; Asami knows she’s absolutely soaked— it’s running down her thighs in cold, shiny lines. She wants to call out Korra’s name, wants to tell her exactly what she’s doing to her.

 

Hell, she wants to fuck Korra like this. Desire pangs in her chest— no, she needs to fuck Korra with that stupid strap-on.

 

“Yes!” She sighs, pushing back until Korra’s hips are flush to hers and the strap is buried completely within her cunt. Squeezing around it, pleasure makes her feel stupid as Korra grinds their hips together with sinister intent. “More, please .”

 

Korra obeys her wordlessly, seemingly quieted for now. She pulls back until she can slam her hips forward, pulling a broken moan from Asami’s already raspy throat. Her free hand traces against Asami’s waist, the light and gentle touch making her shiver pleasantly. Korra really seemed to know how to make her shake; and she lets out a strained whimper when Korra’s hand settles on her hip, hiking her backwards with one strong tug.

 

She doesn’t know how long she can last, not when she’s strung so tight. Korra picks up her pace into something rougher, and she can’t stop the moans that tumble from her parted lips. Each slam of Korra’s hips into the backs of her thighs made it hard to focus, and she almost cries out Korra’s name again.

 

“Don’t stop,” Asami gasps, borderline begging as Korra snickers from behind her. She tugs a little, where her grip is situated in her hair, and Asami whimpers at the sting. 

 

“Does it feel good?” Korra asks, and she inadvertently shifts the angle of her hips. A shockwave of pleasure runs through her abdomen, and the hitched moan that tears itself from her throat should’ve been answer enough. But Korra pushes further, fucking her ruthlessly as she prompts her again. “Hm?”

 

“Y-yes, just like that,” she pants, winded as she flutters around each thrust. She’s getting close, embarrassingly quickly. Korra’s not being gentle and she thinks that might be her favorite part, though she’ll definitely be sore tomorrow. 

 

“So pretty.” Korra hums from behind her. The hand on her hip reaches around, fingertips dragging up the inside of her thigh. “You love it, huh?”

 

Asami’s eyes flutter shut as she gets real close, moans high-pitched and airy as she tries to keep her orgasm at bay. But Korra’s hips hold their heavenly pace, and the wet sounds each thrust makes is sending her into a downward spiral. “Mhm,” she agrees, and the sound that slips from Korra’s mouth makes her head spin.

 

“You take it so well,” Korra compliments, and Asami feels pleasure knot in her stomach. Korra’s not done, though, because she’s still got more ammo left. She can feel her lean forward, feel that wonderful chest brush against her back. “Like such a good girl .”

 

The sound she makes is embarrassing, but she can’t help it. She grips Korra’s sheets tightly as she squeezes around the strap while it pounds into her. “O-oh fuck,” she whimpers, “I can’t— I th-think I’m— shit! ”

 

She cums so hard she swears she can see stars. Asami does the full nine yards— cries out, stumbling over stuttered and mumbled iterations of Korra’s name, thighs trembling as she pushes back into each rough thrust of Korra’s hips. The wind is knocked out of her when Korra slams their hips together and grinds into her; eyes shooting open as she gasps.

 

Korra’s hips don’t stop grinding into her until she sobs, and then her grip releases Asami’s hair as well, running down her back and stroking gently against her skin. She tries to catch her breath, tears hot against her cheeks and wetting the blindfold further. Her cunt throbs around the strap, and she whines when Korra shifts behind her.

 

“Yeah, I know. But that’s mine.” Korra says, and Asami’s too tired to even think about what she means, too busy feeling fuzzy when Korra’s hand slides up and down her back. Her touch feels heavenly, like her fingers were magic. She’s sweating and surely gross, but Korra doesn’t seem to mind when she leans down to kiss between her shoulders. “All mine.”

 

There’s a little jingle and then there’s silence before Korra loosens the knot on the blindfold, pulling out with a gentleness that makes her swoon. Heart fluttering in her chest, she finally gets to look back at Korra, watching as she tosses her phone to the side with little regard. One of her hands come to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Asami’s ear, and she can’t help the blush that accompanies her smile.

 

“Was it okay?” Korra asks her, and of course that’s the first thing she’s worried about. She’d just fucked Asami into next week and she’s anxious about if it was good enough . She’s such a people pleaser that Asami can’t help but laugh, giggling lightly behind her hand.

 

“It was.. Really good.” She winces at the sound of her own voice, cheeks feeling hot with the knowledge that she’d be raspy for at least another day. 

 

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” The tone of her voice betrays her anxiety, and Asami’s really not sure what to say. No? Not in a way she didn’t like? 

 

“Can we do it again?” She asks instead, fluttering her eyelashes in the way she knows is attractive. Korra’s face blooms with such a pretty blush and Asami feels like a winner. Kicking her feet up in the air behind her, she crosses her arms beneath her head and watches Korra fumble for words.

 

“I, uh, i-if you want. Yeah, totally, we can do it a-again.” Korra nods quickly, leaning forward onto the bed. She looks like she wants to lean in, eyes flicking down to Asami’s mouth for a split second before she decides not to and sits beside her. “How much do you want me to give you?”

 

Asami raises an eyebrow, confused. She’s got no idea what Korra’s referring to, until Korra holds up her hand, rubbing her thumb against her index and middle fingers— money. She’s asking how much she wants to be paid.

 

In all honesty, Asami completely forgot she was in this to be paid; at least in Korra’s eyes. She was just down to fuck her best friend and this was the perfect excuse to get into it. Her brain scrambles for a moment, trying to figure out the appropriate answer.

 

“W-whatever you want. I.. don’t really mind.” She says, waving a noncommittal hand and offering a shy smile. Her cheeks are warm, so she’s sure she’s all red, but Korra just nods a little dumbly, biting her lip in thought.

 

“Oh!” Korra startles her with her outburst, pushing herself off of the mattress with one strong arm. “Let me bring you some water and a snack. Do you want to watch a movie?”

 

Asami’s barely got time to respond with a stuttered sure before Korra’s already making a mad dash out of her room, stumbling down the hallway in her haste. It makes her laugh, heart fluttering happily in her chest.

 

She’s so screwed.

Asami has been having the worst day ever.

 

Firstly, she woke up late. She’s never late, not for any of her classes. 

 

She’d opened her eyes to her alarm going off on Korra’s nightstand, and when she’d gone to turn it off, found that it was already 10:36. Her class started at 10:25. Asami had practically flew from Korra’s bed, leaving Korra startled, dazed and confused as she rushed to put some clothes on and get to campus. 

 

Secondly, she grabbed Korra’s hoodie on her way out. And if it couldn’t get any worse, now she’s trapped in the campus cafeteria with Bolin and he keeps poking the hickies on her neck every time he thinks she’s distracted. She didn’t even know they were there— Hell, she can’t even remember when Korra left them.  

 

She already feels a mess; heavy-eyed and ready to crawl back into bed at a moment’s notice, sore between her thighs with a slight rasp to her tired voice. She really doesn’t need Bolin pointing out the fact that she looks a mess, too.

 

“I can’t believe you actually did it.” Bolin says, finger slowly approaching as he goes to poke the tender skin again. She swats him away with a heavy swing, meeting skin in a painful-sounding slap that makes even Mako cringe while he munches on his salad.

 

“Did what?” Mako asks raising a sharp eyebrow in question. Asami glances away, already feeling her face get hot. She thinks she might get away with it, until Bolin blurts out: “ had sex with Korra!”, before covering his mouth like he’s the victim.

 

“Bolin!” Asami grits her teeth, shoving him where he sat. The orange juice he’d been drinking sloshes around in the bottle as he sways, spilling onto the table a little. He uses this as an escape, mumbling something about napkins as he scrambles away from Asami’s rage.

 

Pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes, Asami groans and rests on her elbows, hiding her blushing face from Mako. She’s so incredibly embarrassed, sitting in front of her ex-boyfriend turned close friend after he finds out she’s fucked his other ex-girlfriend. She wants to pull all her hair out and strangle Bolin to death at the same time.

 

Mako clears his throat and Asami peeks through her fingers to look at him. He looks a little stunned and nervous, tugging at the collar of his pullover and setting his fork down. 

 

“So, uh.. You and Korra, huh?” He asks and his attempt at non-awkward conversation falls flat, but is appreciated anyway. Though, he seems to be under the impression that her and Korra were.. Dating.

 

“I.. I guess. Maybe?” She responds, feeling hot at even the mention of Korra. She wishes she could see her today, but Korra’s got class right now. Chest aching with longing, she sighs a little.

 

“What do you mean by that?” 

 

“By what?”

 

“‘Maybe’?” 

 

Mako picks his fork back up and stabs at half a cherry tomato, taking a bite and chewing as Asami fumbles for an answer. 

 

“Um,” she stalls, picking absently at her nails. “We just.. Didn’t talk about it after.”

 

“Seriously?” Mako scoffs, incredulously. His eyebrows are raised up to his hairline, and he barely moves when Bolin sits back down, wiping up the little puddle he’d spilled. He aims for the garbage can and tosses the crumpled, damp napkin towards it, kicking his feet like a child when he scores.

 

“Okay!” He grins, and then turns to nudge Asami with his shoulder. “Tell me the deets.”

 

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, acting like she wasn’t going to share. Bolin hits her with a please, even going as far as to clasp his hands together and shake them, and Asami figures they both already know.. Whats the harm in gloating a little? Korra’s a catch.

 

“Well..” she says, and Bolin nods his head, looking focused. “We uh, you know.. Had sex.”

 

Asami can’t stop cheesing while she talks, hiding her smile behind her hand as she continues, and Bolin squeals like a little girl. “And then she brought me water and we watched a movie.”

 

“Was it good?” Bolin asks, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Mako scoffs and rolls his eyes, but he keeps glancing up to watch Asami’s reaction and she knows he’s interested in her answer as well.

 

“.. really good.” Asami admits, a little breathless as she thinks about what exactly Korra did to her. She’s still sore between her thighs, but not in a way she didn’t like. In fact, she’s been crossing and uncrossing her legs all day— trying her hardest not to daydream about Korra and that fucking strap on.

 

“And then you went back to your room?” Bolin asks, and his expression lights up knowingly when Asami looks away.

 

“No, I.. slept with her.” She admits, and Bolin shakes her by the shoulders, cheering a little too loudly in the crowded dining area. 

 

“No way!” Bolin whoops, giggling like a school girl. “You were busy. What movie did you guys watch?”

 

She can’t believe shes even talking about this, but it was nice to have someone to squeal with. Her heart flutters in her chest when she thinks back, but can only come up with how long she spent making out with her. A little bashful, she shrugs apologetically. “I, um, don’t remember?”

 

“How do you not remember what movie you watched?” Mako asks in disbelief. 

 

Asami twirls her hair around her finger and she’s pretty much got hearts floating around her head when she responds. “We weren’t really.. Watching it. ” She’d definitely spent more than half that movie with her tongue in Korra’s mouth, so even if she’d bothered to remember the title, she wouldn’t even have been able to tell them what it was about.

 

She honestly thinks she might’ve started drooling over a daydream involving Korra’s pretty mouth before Bolin’s voice drags her back to the loud, crowded cafeteria. A little peeved, she has to give him a shy hm? in order for him to repeat himself.

 

“I said, did you do the thing?” He repeats, wiggling his eyebrows seductively once more. She’s confused— what is he talking about?

“What thing?” Asami questions with furrowed brows, but Bolin just rolls his eyes.

 

“You know.. The thing!” He’s not making any sense, and Asami really doesn’t know what he’s going on about. She shakes her head, confusion making her irritated.

 

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” She tries, and Bolin throws his hands up and groans before he drops the biggest bomb ever. Asami wishes she would’ve taken the hint earlier. 

 

“Did you record it?”

 

“Rec—” Mako coughs, spluttering, trying to hold his water bottle straight as he tries in vain to expel the water he’d inhaled. “R-record it?”

 

Asami really has to hide her face this time. Bolin guffaws at Mako’s reaction, snorting and tossing his head back. Asami can’t help but giggle too, even if the joke’s at her expense. 

 

“Oh, wow.” Mako says, looking dazed. “Really. Wow.”

 

Phone buzzing in her pocket, Asami’s a little ashamed at how quick she pulls it out. If there’s a chance it could be a text from Korra, she wants to be there before it even sends. When her screen turns on, she’s completely stunned at the instant transfer notification she’s received.

 

Five-zero-zero stares back at her, and she doesn’t even realize Bolin’s looking over her shoulder before he gasps. She shuts her phone off the second the noise leaves his mouth, but the damage is already done.

 

“Five-hundred?” Bolin wheezes, and then he clasps his hands together, almost like second nature. “Can I have $20?”

 

She stands up, scoffing. “I’ll think about it. I gotta go.” 

 

“Sorry, sorry.” Bolin says, raising his hands in submission. “Don’t let us keep you from your girlfriend .”

 

Asami pretends she doesn’t hear him, but the thought of Korra being her girlfriend has her all but joyfully skipping to the lecture hall.

It’s got to be like 3 am and Asami’s up, typing Korra’s username into the search bar. She knows her door is locked, but she still glances towards it anyway. There’s a new video when her account pops up, and Asami’s breath catches in her throat. It’s titled getting lucky , with no further context. Hesitating for a split second, she barely realizes she’s holding her own breath as she clicks on the video.

 

Korra’s face is only halfway on the screen and she smiles, greeting her viewers in that same tone that she’d heard on that night; that same frisky hello hello that made shivers run up her spine. Her heart pounds when Korra pans the camera towards her, and she catches sight of herself blindfolded on Korra’s bed, leaning back on her hand. The chat begins to move relatively quickly, but a donation stands out. Wow, it reads, she’s so hot.  

 

“I know,” Korra says, and Asami’s heartbeat quickens. “How lucky am I?”

 

Everything Korra says makes Asami swoon, but this has her practically floating off of her mattress. She sighs a little, pleasantly, as her eyes scan over the video again and again. She watches Korra’s hand touch her face, fingers sliding over her skin, and Asami can almost feel it. She’s already embarrassingly turned on, and she wishes Korra were here now.

 

Another donation shows up, reading kiss her. She wishes she could see Korra’s expression, but the camera’s still on her when Korra responds to it. “Kiss her? Well,” and that little laugh that follows makes her heart skip a beat. “Only if she’s okay with it.”

 

She watches herself suck Korra’s face like she wouldn’t ever get it again, feeling hot and a little embarrassed. Asami can’t believe she let Korra record this side of her, but.. she’d be down to do it again. She hopes Korra asks her soon; matter of fact, she’s praying Korra asks her again.

 

The donation that pops up when Korra pulls her mouth away from Asami’s reads, you’re so lucky you get to fuck that. Her heart swoons when Korra responds. “I know, I know. She’s so fucking sexy.”

 

It makes her flutter— practically giggling and kicking her feet. Every single thing Korra responds with feeds the inkling that maybe Korra was actually into her. Just the thought makes her feel weightless, and she tries not to smile as she keeps watching.

 

She can hear herself moan and cringes a little, embarrassment prickling at her skin. Her cheeks flare with a hot and heavy blush as she watches the camera pan down to where Korra’s fingers were sliding into her cunt, and just the memory of it has her squeezing her thighs together. She can’t believe she’s getting off to a video of herself .

 

Did you go down on her? If not, you should. Another donation reads, and Asami chews the inside of her lip, hand sliding between her thighs as Korra responds in such a flirtatious tone. “Of course I did,” and her voice is a little winded when she continues, “best pussy I’ve ever had.”

 

It’s embarrassing how proud she is of that simple sentence, practically about to take a bow. It’s also completely inappropriate, and makes her flush worse, biting her lip as she watches Korra’s fingers slip from inside of her.

 

And holy fucking shit. Korra turns the camera around, wide grin splitting as she licks the belly of her fingers, sucking her fingers into her mouth without hesitation. It’s a downright indecent display, and she’s unable to catch the whimper that slips from her lips when she watches Korra turn the camera back around, pressing her fingers to her lips in the video. She remembers the taste, the feeling of Korra’s fingers in her mouth, and she can’t believe there was an entire part of that wonderful transaction that she missed .

 

Fuck her good, a debauched donation request suggests and Korra’s smile is evident in her voice when she answers. “I should, right?” Is all she has to say, but Asami remembers it in vivid detail— although, seeing everything from Korra’s point of view was.. Exhilarating . 

 

Asami has to close her eyes when she sees the way she whores herself out for the camera, watching the camera shake when Korra’s hand grabs her wrist before she gives a slight, nervous chuckle. “Almost.. um, cut the live there.”

 

Pulling her underwear to the side, she watches Korra fuck her, once more matching the pace of those heavenly, strong hips as Korra ruts into her on the screen. She can only hear her own moans echoing back to her, but her eyes watch the way Korra’s hand grips her flesh, the way her arm flexes when she tugs on her hair, and the way those lips curl around a pretty smile.

 

Watching her own orgasm unfold in front of her, she picks up her pace, curling her fingers inside herself. Korra leans towards the camera, picking it up and panning over her back. And she can’t help but admit it to herself, but.. She looks good from behind. Really good. Korra’s hand strokes up her spine and she moans, pleasure squeezing in her abdomen at the sight. 

 

The last donation in the video, reading she sounds so pretty, care to share? makes her chest squeeze. Korra’s reply sends her over the edge, “Yeah, I know,” Korra hums, sounding disinterested. “But that’s mine. All mine .”

 

She cums with Korra’s name on her lips once more, panting and gasping, nearly missing the way Korra films herself leaning down to kiss between her shoulder blades. A shiver of overstimulation runs up her spine and she pulls her fingers from inside of herself with a slick sound, trying desperately to catch her breath.

 

The knowledge that Korra’s possessive over her, even with strangers on the internet, makes her feel giddy all fucking night.

“Hey, Asami?” Korra’s voice makes her jump and she turns around at her desk, fumbling with the screwdriver she was holding.

 

Korra’s leaning against her doorframe, looking a little nervous. It makes Asami feel nervous, and her cheeks are already warm. Setting down the tool next to the blueprints on the desk, she postpones finishing her project in favor of listening to Korra’s pretty voice. “W-what’s up?”

 

“I was wondering if you were free on Thursday.. Night .” Her schedule is empty then, despite her having work at 2 pm the next day. Even so, she nods her head with a smile, excited about whatever Korra’s about to invite her to.

 

“Yeah, I’m good for Thursday night. Where are we going?” The question was innocent, but Korra gives a nervous chuckle and glances down at her socked feet. 

 

“Um.. to my room?” She says, and Asami’s heart pretty much stops. She thinks she’s about to need a defibrillator before she gets herself together. Korra’s asking her to livestream again. Heart singing in her chest, she nods earnestly.

 

“Oh, yeah, that’s fine! Thursday night is go— is, uh, great.” Asami’s sure she’s blushing, borderline ready to slap herself. Korra looks a little surprised, but a smile splits her face and she pushes off of the doorframe.

 

“Great!” She says, flashing Asami a slightly sinister smile that leaves her winded. “Thursday it is.”

 

Asami can’t drag her eyes away from Korra’s retreating form as she wanders back down the hallway and into the kitchen.