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There’s something Korra doesn’t like to tell people. Even her friends. Even her girlfriend.
It’s not that she thinks they’d judge her or pity her, it’s just that she’d rather not bring it up at all. She’s kind of embarrassed by it; she was the Avatar, after all. What would anyone think of an Avatar that’s completely useless with any abrupt change in weather?
Changing seasons was always rough, and Korra’s lucky she can use her period as an excuse sometimes. It’s just that, when it rains.. Sometimes her body hurts.
It’s always in her lower back, flaring up between her shoulderblades and running shocks down her thighs, into her knees and ankles like her bones were building pressure within them. Chronic pain was something she hadn’t expected to have to live with— nor was PTSD or tremors in her fingers, but here she was. It pissed her off to no end, which was why she’d prefer to keep it to herself.
But today, on mornings like this: early autumn, with heavy thunderstorms pelting rain down on Air Temple Island, Korra knew she would be out for the day. She really couldn’t drag herself out of bed, bones aching even though she wasn’t even moving.
Tenzin had knocked twice, to which she told him her same lie about cramps and feeling sick. Then Bolin knocked once, and then even Pema . She told them all the same thing: that she was having awful cramps and she’d just like to sleep today.
She ignores the knocking at her door now. Hopefully they’d just assume she was asleep and move on, but the door handle jiggles a little and there’s a clicking sound before it swings open. Korra’s barely able to roll over and look, maneuvering onto her stomach so she could glare at whoever decided to pick her lock.
Korra should’ve known, by the way the lock was picked at all , that it was her genius girlfriend who was behind it. She winces when she pushes herself onto her elbows, feeling delighted at just the sight of her, even though her back spasmed with the movement. Asami’s face splits into a smile as well, but her eyebrows twinge with worry when she looks over Korra’s state.
“What are you doing here?” Korra asks, patting the bed beside her in hopes that Asami would join her. Asami does, sitting down and kicking off her heels. She looks nice, dressed in a button-up and a pencil skirt, with black tights down her beautiful legs. She doesn’t say anything, but starts by unbuttoning her shirt and gives Korra some violent whiplash.
“H-hold on, wait,” Korra sputters, watching as Asami shrugs her button up down her pretty shoulders, folding it nicely onto Korra’s nightstand. Her tights are next, and Korra’s mouth runs dry when she watches Asami pull them down, hands returning to work on removing that mouth-watering skirt. “Don’t you, uhm, don’t you have w-work?”
“I took the day off.” She hums, sounding pleased as she unzips the side of her skirt, sliding it down her bare legs past her painted toes, letting it fall to the floor. Asami hesitates for a moment, like she wants to pick it up, but decides to just turn around and climb beneath Korra’s blankets.
“Why would you do that?” She asks, raising a confused brow. Asami lays on her side, facing Korra, tugging her pillow closer so they could share it despite having a second, perfectly nice pillow available for her to use.
“Bolin called me and told me you weren’t feeling well.” She explains, gaze flicking down to Korra’s lips. “So I came here. To.. spend the day in bed with you.”
Guilt flashes through her. Asami left work to spend the day with her , and she can barely even move . She averts her gaze and gives a nervous chuckle, twirling some of her short hair around her finger.
“I can’t promise anything.” She admits, feeling hot shame flash through her skin. Korra wants nothing more than to curl up and die today, but curling up would be painful and use way too much energy. She’s a little irritated at herself, and she reaches to scratch a tickle on her shoulder, where Asami’s hair was brushing against it. “I don’t think I’ll be any fun today.”
Asami wrinkles her nose. “I didn’t come here just to have fun,” she says, raising her hand to card her fingers through Korra’s hair, breaking up any loose tangles as she scratches nicely against her scalp. She always forgets how good Asami is with her hands, melting into her touch like ice under the sun. “I came here to be with you. Even if you’re boring.”
“Okay,” Korra relents, unable to argue with Asami when she’s massaging her head in the way she knows Korra likes. Asami can read her like a book, and boy was she flipping those pages. Her hand moves lower, down Korra’s neck, fingers pressing between her shoulders just a little too roughly and Korra winces.
Frowning, Asami pulls her heavenly hand away to brush some hair from Korra’s face. “Tell me what’s wrong, Korra,” she asks, tilting Korra’s chin towards her. It’s embarrassing how quickly Korra folds, but she’s in such a tender state with the amount of discomfort and pain she’s feeling, that she can’t keep the tears from welling up in her eyes. “And don’t tell me it’s because you’re not feeling well.”
She tries not to look at Asami, but she knows the distraught expression that’s written all over her face and she can’t lie to her, not when she came all this way just for Korra.
“I.. um, don’t know.” Korra admits, watching Asami’s expression flash with confusion for a moment. She doesn’t argue, letting her touch wander down Korra’s throat. She always forgets how much Asami loves to touch her, from the most simple thing, like holding her hand while they walked, to the dirtiest; demanding that Korra’s hands be on her while she fucked her until she cried.
“I’m just.. Hurting.” Korra sighs and it feels like a weight’s been lifted off her chest at the confession. Asami’s face softens, tracing patterns into Korra’s skin as she thinks of what to say. She bites her red lip, gaze wandering down across Korra’s bare back, only half covered by her blanket. Korra had forgotten that she’s in only her underwear beneath the blanket, but she doesn’t feel shy at all, especially not when Asami’s eyes can’t stop wandering across her body.
“Where?” Asami finally asks. She tries to keep a straight face, but Korra can tell this upsets her. She really didn’t want to bother Asami with all of this nonsense .
“It’s fine,” she tries to sway the conversation away from her pain, reaching forward to slide her hand over Asami’s bare waist, palm warm against her skin. Korra can tell it almost worked, by the way Asami’s cheeks turn pink and she glances down to Korra’s lips again. But Asami’s resolve is strong, and she shifts forward so Korra’s arm can drape fully around her waist.
“Tell me where,” Asami reiterates, voice gentle and painfully concerned. She wasn’t sure why Asami was so interested until she continues, “I want to help you.”
Korra giggles a little, much to Asami’s chagrin when she rolls her eyes playfully and scoffs. It’s sweet; it reminds Korra that Asami really does love her, as if she didn’t already know. She was already borderline obsessed with her girlfriend, and each time Asami did something that even slightly hinted at her feelings towards Korra, it was like heaven’s trumpets began to sound.
She still looks expectant, waiting for a response, so Korra sighs and relents. “.. My back. From my shoulders to my ankles.”
Asami’s expression turns pained, like she was hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” She asks, touch moving until she could drag her nails just firmly enough not to tickle down Korra’s skin, running across her back in swirling patterns.
It feels nice, and Korra lets her eyes slip shut, sighing. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Why would it bother me?” Asami asks, sounding offended. Korra peeks open a single eye to peer at her outraged expression. She knows she should feel bad, but Asami’s face is just a little funny— she looked like a petulant, pouty child. “I want to know everything about my girlfriend.”
The use of their label tugs at Korra’s heartstrings and she groans, burying her face into the pillow so she could hide the way her cheeks turn red. She thinks it all the time, but just hearing the world aloud made her flush like a stupid teenager. She can feel Asami shift on the mattress, and she curiously peeks from her hiding spot to watch the way Asami gets comfortable beside her. She’s sitting up now, on her knees, in only her bra and underwear; Korra can barely think straight when Asami looks like this, even though what she was wearing was the least sexy thing she owned.
Her bra and underwear were black, soft and plain material as opposed to some of the more.. Intricate things she’d had the pleasure of seeing Asami wear. Of course she had a matching set— she doesn’t think she’s seen Asami in a mismatched set ever. Even then, she’d still be sexy to Korra. Hell, she’s seen Asami in full welding gear and still wanted to fuck her.
“What are you doing?” She asks when Asami’s hands splay out across her shoulders. She already knows what Asami’s doing, because her fingers dig into the muscles above her clavicle in the most perfect way, blessed hands moving slowly against her tense shoulders.
“Touching you.” She answers, and Korra loves that frisky tone. Korra tries not to smile when Asami continues, equally as coy, “can I do that?”
Korra scoffs, but Asami’s thumbs swipe firmly over her shoulder blades and she can’t tell if it feels good or bad yet. Her voice is a little strained when she replies, in her best flirtatious tone, “anywhere you want.”
“Am I hurting you?” Asami asks, voice no longer teasing and more concerned. Her touch softens a little, and.. It feels good.
“Not if you do it like that.” Korra tells her, a little breathless. It feels really good; sore, tense muscles relaxing under Asami’s gentle hands. She uses the heel of her palm to rub into her trapezius, and Korra can’t stop the soft moan that slips from her lips. She can’t even be embarrassed, because Asami chases the soreness away with very little effort and the relief is instant.
Asami’s hands move lower and she shifts down the bed, fingers dragging down her back in a v-shaped line. They meet in the middle of her spine, and she’s not sure how Asami knew where to go before she did, but Korra full-on moans when Asami presses just a little firmer against the bone.
It leaves her sighing and groaning against the pillow, sounding completely like she was being fucked when all her girlfriend was doing was massaging her back, but she really can’t help it. It felt too good, like Asami had released a thousand pounds worth of pressure from her spine. Each press was holy, and Asami once again uses the heels of her hands to push all the way back up, right beneath Korra’s shoulders. Her thumbs press against Korra’s spine the whole way, and the groan that pulls itself from Korra’s throat is downright vulgar.
She can feel Asami shift again, thigh warm where it was pressed against Korra’s, as she drags her hands back down again. It was so fucking good, and Korra’s not sure how exactly Asami can make her feel like this without even having sex.
Asami reaches her tailbone, and that’s when Korra gasps, pain and pleasure making her chest squeeze as she grabs the pillow with a record-breaking vice grip. Her thumbs retract from Korra’s spine, and she uses the heel of her hands instead. It’s still too much, and Korra has to tap out.
“A-a little.. gentle, there— please,” Korra whimpers out, strained and breathless.
“S-sorry.” Asami says, and her voice is a little low and tense. It leaves Korra a bit concerned; she means to turn to check on her, but Asami knocks the wind out of her when she gives Korra’s tailbone one more press before she drags her thumbs down the back of her hipbones.
It’s almost equally as torturing, but Asami’s touch lightens a little when she works her thumbs into lower parts of Korra’s back. Pleasure makes her moan again, arching into Asami’s touch like she couldn’t get enough. Her hips and lower spine were extraordinarily sensitive— Korra already knew that, but this was on another level.
Hands hesitating against Korra’s hips, Asami swallows dryly before she moves back again and her thumbs run over Korra’s butt until she can dig her fingers into the sides of Korra’s thighs. Her fingers run dangerously far up the insides of her thighs and Korra’s a little embarrassed. She’s afraid to admit that her underwear has been wet pretty much since Asami started stripping and she knows Asami’s looking there— that’s pretty much a given.
She exhales when Asami’s hands run back down her thighs, fingers pressing into the backs of her knees. It feels nice; sore joints getting some relief as Asami works the muscles beneath her skilled hands. Korra figures she’s got to repay the favor sometime in one way or another, and just the thought of touching her girlfriend like this makes her blush.
Finally able to cast a glance over her shoulder, she finds Asami with such a pretty blush spread across her cheeks. Her lipstick is a little smudged from the way she’s worrying her lip between her teeth, and her expression is a little desperate. With a jolt of surprise, she realizes that Asami’s aroused. She’s seen that pleading expression before; typically when Korra takes her time and teases her until she starts to beg. Heart fluttering, Korra can’t stop the smug smile before it spreads across her face.
“Asami, are you okay?” She asks, and Asami’s head snaps up, looking frazzled and a little nervous. Her gaze is alight with desire as she nods quickly, hands pausing their ministrations down her calves.
“Yeah, I’m— I’m fine.” Asami says, winded, and the working of her fingers into Korra’s calves continues. She watches Asami’s gaze flick from her knees back between her thighs and she feels herself blush with the implications. The pain in her bones wasn’t gone for good, but reduced to a dull ache that was manageable enough that she could prop herself up on her elbows without her back spasming uncontrollably.
Asami’s hands work back up her thighs and she slides closer once more. Korra knows she’s coming back to rub up her spine again, and it makes her heart pound like parade drums in her ears. Korra’s eyes slide down Asami’s chest and stomach, to where her thighs were squeezed together as she kneeled. It was no coincidence that those lovely muscles were twitching— she knew Asami wanted to get off and she didn’t even have to look down there to tell.
“Shit,” Korra gasps when Asami’s thumbs swipe up her hips again, kneading gently against her lower back and spine. It once again leaves her breathless, hands gripping her sheets for dear life as she hangs her head and groans. Asami’s fingers deftly chase away the pressure that she feels between the vertebrae of her spine, and the tightness in her lower back is worked out with Asami’s beautiful hands.
Distantly, she can feel Asami’s thumbs slip beneath the waistband of her underwear as she uses her index, middle and ring fingers to push into the muscles of her back. Korra’s groans and gasps were a little embarrassing, but she knows it’s turning Asami on because her touches keep moving lower, taking her underwear with them.
“If— if you want to.. Take off my underwear, you can d-do that.” She grits out through clenched teeth, flashing Asami her best complacent grin beneath the pleasure and slight pain of her fingers working into the most sensitive spots. Asami looks a little startled, like she hadn’t even realized Korra knew what she was doing before her smile turns sheepish and she hooks her fingers into the band to tug her underwear down her legs.
They wind up hung over the bedpost, unintentionally tossed over one when Asami threw it without looking. Her hazy green eyes were still focused on the space between Korra’s shut thighs, though Korra knows nothing’s quite visible yet. Asami’s hands come back to her spine, running firmly along the length of it.
Asami shifts again, and this time, she straddles one of Korra’s legs between her own. She’s warm between her thighs, and her hips lift up every time her hands follow Korra’s spine all the way up to between her shoulder blades. The fabric of her underwear feels a little damp against Korra’s skin, and Korra feels her mind scramble uselessly.
She follows the length of Korra’s spine once or twice more before her thumbs meet against Korra’s tailbone and splay outwards, rubbing across sensitive muscles in her lower back. It makes her groan and arch into Asami’s touch once more, thighs spreading where they could. She can feel the way Asami’s thighs squeeze together around her own, and she can hear the way Asami’s breath hitches when she surely sees the mess between Korra’s legs. Korra’s got half a mind to be embarrassed, but it was all Asami’s fault anyway.
One of Asami’s hands reach forward, gripping the fabric of Korra’s unused pillow to drag it down towards her. Her fingers pause against Korra’s tailbone, rocking gently against it as Korra gasps and whimpers. “L-lift up your hips?” She asks, and Korra does her best to comply, using the leverage of her arms to push herself onto her knees in a half-plank, muscles trembling with the effort as Asami pushes the pillow into place.
She loses her composure once the pillow brushes her skin, and her balance soon after, hips pressing into the pillow when they fall. Korra feels a little self-conscious in this position, because her wet cunt was certainly on display for Asami to see, twitching each time Asami’s fingers rub over her back just right.
One of Asami’s hands disappears from against her back, the other sliding to take it’s place. She uses two fingers to run stripes up from Korra’s tailbone to her mid back, while her other hand slides over her butt and towards her core. Pleasure and arousal addle her brain and make her feel dizzy, but Asami’s lost in her own world when she slides two fingers through Korra’s wet folds.
Oh, wow. Korra didn’t know anything could feel that good— she supposed it was because Asami had been working her up for at least half an hour, though Korra had a poor grip on time right now; rubbing up and down her sensitive spine and working those strained muscles beneath proficient hands.
Slick, wet fingers slide over her clit and Korra almost came right there. She swears a little loudly, and Asami hadn’t paused the way she pressed the heel of her palm into Korra’s tailbone, pushing down and sliding upwards over and over. “S-slow down a little,” she begs, and Asami’s breath shudders before she acknowledges Korra’s request with a frail mhm, fingers retracting from her clit to return to sliding over her entrance.
Asami presses just enough that Korra’s cunt starts to give, and the way she slides in is painfully slow. She doesn’t spend long inside, fingers slowly retracting, dragging against Korra’s walls on the way out. She moans a little, a shaky thing, before she chances a look over her shoulder. The sight sends shivers down her spine, and makes arousal squeeze painfully in her stomach.
Fingers deep in her mouth, Asami’s not even looking at her— instead, her gaze is focused between Korra’s thighs. The rhythm of her hand against Korra’s spine falters a little when her expression turns a little strained, and Korra can feel the way she grinds down on her leg. Her breaths come ragged, around the fingers she was sucking on, before she pulls them from between her lips. They’re wet, a thin string of saliva connecting her fingers to her mouth before it breaks, and Korra chokes on a moan when she buries them in her cunt again. She has to look away, pressing her forehead to the pillow she’d gathered up in her arms, squeezing harshly when Asami’s fingers curl within her.
She doesn’t thrust or pound into Korra’s cunt; rather, she focuses on sharp curling motions that have Korra making guttural sounds into the pillow. Her thighs spread more; at least, the one not trapped beneath Asami’s hips does, and Asami makes a little sound from behind her— something caught between a whimper and a moan. The hand braced on her back leaves for a moment, and Asami’s hips raise from her leg. When they return, Asami’s underwear is pulled to the side and her wet cunt is sliding across Korra’s skin. Oh, fuck.
Pleasure comes in waves each time Asami’s fingers curl within her, adding enough pressure to her g-spot to keep her trembling and groaning into the pillow. Asami’s other hand returns to Korra’s back, featherlight touch sliding down her skin in a way that makes her shiver. She’s so wound up right now— release is the only thing on her mind, but each time she goes to rock her hips back, discomfort squeezes in her muscles. The sound she makes must’ve been too close to a sob, because Asami leans forward, chest brushing against Korra’s back and her fingers pausing their ministrations.
“Does it hurt? Should I stop?” She asks, and Korra turns to look at her. Her pretty face is scrunched with concern, and she looks very horny, lipstick nearly gone from her lower lip entirely. Korra wants nothing more than to kiss her, but she doesn’t think she could twist far enough to get it.
“N-no, just—” Korra has to pause to take a breath, gathering her scrambled brain enough to make a coherent request. “A little faster, please.”
Asami looks away, pretty pink tongue swiping over her lips as she nods slightly. Her fingers continue their curling as she presses a kiss between Korra’s shoulder blades, and her soft lips work their way down. Kisses form a line down her back, and Asami’s fingers press against her tailbone again, rubbing gently in circles matching the rhythm she’s set in Korra’s cunt.
Gasping and moaning nearly uncontrollably, Korra tenses under the pleasure. The feeling of Asami massaging her back and fingering her was just too much, and she’s not sure how much longer she can last. “Asami,” she moans her girlfriend’s name, earning a shaky hum in return, “fuck, yes!”
Her eyes screw shut and she whines on every breath, strings of expletives and moans tumbling past her parted lips as Asami brings her to the edge. Asami presses gentle kisses down her spine as she holds her rhythm, and Korra tumbles into her orgasm with a gasp. Her thighs snap shut as her cunt twitches around Asami’s fingers, now trapped between strong, muscular thighs as Korra rides it out.
She lets out a soft moan when Asami’s fingers twitch inside of her, nearly unable to think straight as she comes down from her high. Heart pounding in her chest, she remembers to release her girlfriend’s hand, looking over her shoulder to watch the beeline Asami’s fingers make as they slip from her cunt directly into her mouth. It’s obscene, but Asami looks beyond pleased as her tongue slides against the belly of her fingers.
When she realizes Korra’s looking, she blushes and takes a shaky inhale, wiping her fingers bashfully onto her thigh before she leans forward. She lays on her stomach, thighs still pressed together as she tries to get comfortable, but Korra can tell she’s not.
“Tense?” Korra asks her, inching closer to her warm body as Asami’s gaze flicks down to her lips. She smiles, tilting her head so she can lean in for a kiss. Asami accepts it instantly, making a quiet sound when Korra kisses her so gently, sucking a soft lip between her own and sliding her tongue against Asami’s bottom lip. Asami’s quick to reciprocate, licking into Korra’s mouth like she’d never get a chance to again— which was not true, because Korra will definitely be kissing her like this later, too.
“Korra,” Asami mumbles against her lips, tone pleading. She seems not to have realized she said anything at all, because when Korra leans back to let her speak, Asami darts forward to close the gap. The position they’re in is a little uncomfortable, and Korra wishes she could move properly now more than ever. Pressing a hard kiss to Asami’s lips, she pulls away and before Asami could catch her again, she works on rolling over.
She’s a little stiff, but the pain is bearable when she maneuvers herself onto her back, propped up only by her pillow. Korra tries to beckon Asami to come closer, to straddle her, but Asami’s eyebrows furrow and she looks concerned. “I-it’s okay,” Asami says, waving an anxious hand. “I just wanted to make you feel good.”
Korra rolls her eyes. Nothing’s gonna stop her from watching her girlfriend come undone, not even her damned chronic back pain. “You know what would make me really happy?” She asks, attempting to keep her tone innocent as she cups the side of Asami’s face.
Asami doesn’t look too suspicious, leaning into Korra’s hand and humming softly. “What can I do for you?”
With a devilish smile that Asami’s closed eyes miss, she swipes her thumb over that pretty cheek. “You can sit on my face.”
Those green eyes are wide open in a flash and her cheeks flush a bright, beautiful red. Asami lifts her face from where she’d been resting it against Korra’s hand, looking flustered. “W-what? No, I don’t want to hurt you!”
“You’re not going to hurt me,” Korra hums in return, giving Asami a fondly annoyed look. “I can bench press you. I promise.”
Asami’s cheeks darken at that, eyes drifting to the side like she’s thinking about it. Pretty white teeth dig into her lower lip and Korra wants to lick over the indents she’ll surely leave behind. “I don’t know, Korra—” a pause, and Korra know she’s winning, “are you sure?”
She tries to stomp down the wicked grin that’s threatening to bubble up and over, forcing her face to look just a little bit more serious and nodding sagely. “I promise, really— if it hurts, I’ll tell you right away, okay?”
Her pretty girlfriend makes a nervous, sort of desperate sound. She’s hesitating, but then she pushes herself up with her arms, sitting back on her butt so she could pull off her underwear. She doesn’t do it in any sexy, seductive way— but Korra’s still thoroughly seduced as she tosses them over the side of the bed to join her abandoned skirt.
“Seriously, Korra,” Asami whispers as she swings a leg over Korra’s waist. She can’t help that her hands are pretty much welded to Asami’s thighs the second she gets the chance, gripping firmly and appreciatively onto the plushness of them. Her gorgeous body is bowed, hands fisted in the pillow behind Korra’s head as she fixes Korra with an anxious stare. Green eyes flick over hers, as if searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. “Like— right away. No pretending you’re fine.”
“Would it make you feel better if I laid on my stomach instead?” She offers. If Asami doesn’t want to sit on her face, she’d take it laying down. As long as she got to please her girlfriend, Korra was pretty fucking happy.
But the slight shift and aversion of her pretty gaze tells Korra all she needs to know. Asami wants to sit on her face. Korra doesn’t hide her smile when she realizes it, taking it and running. Chances to tease her girlfriend come far and few between— Asami usually has all the ammo. She lets the words hang between them, almost daring Asami to agree. Pale cheeks flush deeper and she bites her lip. Spirits, she’s beautiful.
“No,” she whispers, ever honest when she wants something. “This is.. Fine.”
“Looks like it’s more than fine to me.” Korra murmurs, trying to guide Asami closer. Teasing Asami is great, but Korra really feels like tasting Asami on her tongue and letting her girlfriend ride her mouth.
Asami scoffs, but she doesn’t deny it. It doesn’t take her very long to let Korra’s hands wrap around the backs of her thighs, gratefully squeezing the flesh of her girlfriend’s butt. And Korra couldn’t lie— it was a really nice butt. Asami was gorgeous in general, but Korra found that there were some ass ets that she particularly enjoyed; her boobs being the other.
“Take off that pretty bra of yours?” Korra requests, fluttering her eyelashes playfully. Asami shakes her head and rolls her eyes, but she’s trying not to smile, poised with those beautiful thighs on either side of Korra’s head, knees pressing into her pillow. Deft hands come around, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra and let it slide tauntingly down her arms before it joins the pile of Asami’s clothes on the floor.
She turns her head to the side to kiss the inside of Asami’s thigh, licking the soft skin as Asami gives her own breasts a squeeze. Korra wished she could touch them herself, but Asami’s breath hitches as she lowers herself down onto her mouth. She takes a quick breath, swooning over her girlfriend’s everything.
Korra eagerly accepts Asami’s cunt to her mouth, eyes fluttering shut as Asami’s hands grip the headboard. She wastes no time in licking and sucking on wet folds, pace languid and slow just so she could hear Asami’s gasp and quick whimper, hoping she could get Asami to fuck her face.
Gently kneading Asami’s butt, she can’t help but grip her hips, urging them to roll gently against her tongue. Korra loves Asami’s little moan and the way she holds her pace, delicate and slow, still afraid of causing Korra and extra discomfort. Yeah, she was still sore and achy— but at least now, she gets to fuck her girlfriend instead of mope about it.
“Fuck—” Asami gasps, enamored by the way Asami’s rhythm kicks up, eyes opening to look up at her. She’s peering down at Korra with a frustrated look, gaze pleading and eyebrows furrowed. “If anyone sees this, I’ll literally kill you, Korra.”
She gives a sinister giggle against Asami’s clit, forcing those hips to still so she could speak, pushing back into her pillow just to speak. “Don’t want anyone to see how much you like riding my tongue?”
It’s only to rile her up. Korra just wants to see Asami get all pissed off and bossy when Korra’s right— it’s one of her favorite ways to have Asami. Green eyes narrow, glare already etched into her desperate features. She loves Asami like this, all fired up as she prepares to argue.
“Shut up,” she mutters, but Korra’s ready. She licks teasing through Asami’s cunt, still slick with arousal and spit. It’s almost hard to pull away, holding those glassy green eyes as her tongue traces silky folds.
“Make me.” Korra goads. It’s all part of her master plan— she needs Asami to forget about how anxious she is, otherwise she won’t be able to come. And watching Asami’s eyebrow twitch was like heaven’s trumpets began to sound, loving the slight grit in her jaw as she very obviously tries to bite back something meaner.
Instead, she presses herself further into Korra’s mouth, making a soft sound as Korra greedily accepts it. “Keep that mouth of yours busy.”
Keep it busy she does. She sucks and licks at Asami until her head is tilted back, moaning a little unabashedly into Korra’s room. Distantly, Korra thinks she should probably tell her to keep it quiet, but she likes hearing Asami’s voice a little too much. Instead, he sucks gently on Asami’s clit, flicking her tongue across it a couple times just to hear her moans pitch up, to feel her hips start to jerk and her thighs tremble beneath Korra’s hands.
It doesn’t take Asami long to start unraveling, hips pressing a little harder into Korra’s face. She loves it, loves the way Asami’s taking, forcing her to give. She grabs desperately at Asami’s hips, gripping them and holding her down, sucking a little harder on her swollen clit, tongue peeking out to swipe across her fluttering entrance.
“J-just like that,” Asami’s voice wavers around a strained moan, hanging her head as she whimpers and whines through each of Korra’s practiced movements. She knows how Asami likes it— she’s had many chances to figure out. And she knows each movement by heart; she knows if she focuses on tracing small circles and wrapping her lips against Asami’s clit, she’ll come pretty fast. Asami shudders, a deep moan pulled from her chest. “O-oh— don’t stop, Korra, don’t stop.”
Her entrance flutters when Korra swipes her tongue over it, collecting her arousal before it could start dripping down her chin. She knows Asami’s getting close; her back is arching and she’s whimpering like she’s about to start crying. “Right th-there, baby,” she stammers out through a soft whine. “S-suck it.”
Korra tries not to grin as she does what Asami requests, wrapping her lips around the sensitive bud, tongue sliding against the tip of it as she sucks harder. Asami’s moans raise an octave and her thighs start to tighten around Korra’s head, until that trembling entrance starts to pulse, and Asami has to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle her drawn-out cry. She’s always beautiful, but especially when she’s coming.
Her hips jerk once, causing Korra to lose her suction, but she’s quick to go back to tracing tiny figure eights against Asami’s clit in order to drag her through the rest of her orgasm. She’s trying to prolong Asami’s release, to make her feel just as good as she made Korra feel— on a day where she didn’t even think she’d manage a smile.
“I love you,” she murmurs up at Asami when Asami’s hips lift a little, fully in love with the way her girlfriend shivers. Green eyes peer down at her, tired, but so pleased.
“I love you more.” Asami whispers, as if this were their own little secret. She pulls her hips back from Korra’s face, falling to the side and cuddling up to Korra’s arm.
“Yeah, well, I love you so much that my back hurts from carrying it around with me all the time.”
“You’re such an idiot,” Asami giggles, but she sounds so sweet that Korra can’t even think about being mad. But she does want to flip over, so she tries to worm her way out of Asami’s grip. Unfortunately, Asami jus tightens her arm, so Korra has to strike some kind of deal.
“I just want to roll over,” she explains and Asami loosens her grip. “I’ll hold you in a second.”
With a stiff grunt, Korra rolls onto her side, opening her arms so Asami could slither inside and tuck her head beneath Korra’s chin. She kicks her legs beneath her blanket, reaching down as far as she could just to grab the edge of it, pulling it over their bodies.
“Do you feel better?” Korra asks, breathing in the scent of Asami’s shampoo and hairspray. It’s a smell she’s grown addicted to, almost like she couldn’t live without a huff of it once a day.
“I should be asking you that.” Asami murmurs, head tilting up so she could kiss the middle of Korra’s throat, tongue peeking out to lick teasingly.
“I feel much better, thanks to my gorgeous girlfriend and her magic fingers,” she whispers, squeezing around Asami’s back. “And her magic pussy.”
“Korra!” Asami groans from against her throat. She can feel the way Asami presses against her chest, surely blushing something fierce. It makes her laugh, unable to stop the sinister giggles from tumbling out.
“What? It really is magical. It healed me.” Korra teases, earning a soft chuckle from Asami. But she still swats lightly at Korra’s back, pulling them together so tight that Korra thinks they might start melting into each other.
“Shut up,” Asami scoffs, taking a deep breath from against Korra, humming contentedly as she exhales. “Can we take a nap? I still got up early for work.”
Korra nuzzles into the top of Asami’s head as she yawns, breath warm against the hollow of Korra’s throat. This is definitely her favorite place to be— pressed up against her girlfriend, legs tangled so thoroughly that nothing could separate them, velcroed together. She takes her own deep breath, heart heavy with love in her chest. “Sure, we can take a nap.”
Asami gives a pleased hum, breathing slow against Korra’s chest. Her heartbeat is steady and strong, lulling Korra into a peaceful serenity. She could definitely fall asleep like this, eyes fluttering shut as she relaxes in Asami’s hold.
“Love you.” Asami mumbles against Korra’s skin. Her voice is drowsy, barely intelligible from incoherent, half-asleep babble. But she can decipher any sort of Asami code, giving a warm chuckle.
“Love you, too.”