AlexArken

after weeks of korra’s tiresome avatar work, a trip to the beach was very much in order.

you flip through pages of your novel, soaking in the sunlight as you lay on your raised sunbed, when a dripping figure suddenly blocks the rays by looming over you.

you’re already smiling before you even look up, recognizing your girlfriend by her heavy panting after she ran all the way to you for her hourly sunscreen reappliance. spirits, she was such a sight. all exposed and toned under the bright sun, brown skin glistening from her swimming, her muscles bared and displayed much to your liking.

summer was always her best season.

“do i reaaally need this weird cream thing applied on me every hour? it’s so annoying.” she pouts, complaining again for the fourth time since you’ve arrived. you tuck your legs in to make space for her to sit in front of you, rolling your eyes as you fish the bottle out of your bag, “yes, korra. you asked me that an hour ago. you need sun protection, unless the idea of skin cancer appeals to you.”

“boring,” she sighs, sitting down and resting her face on her palm while you pour some of the cream onto your hands. “make it fast, babe. i still have to go drown mako, then build a better castle than all of them.“

you hum fondly, massaging the sunscreen onto the broad expanse of her back, “sounds very important, sweetie. i’ll make sure to be fast.”

she chuckles and lets you run your hands over her muscles, her hand reaching up to move her short hair away from her nape to ease your access, and the motion has her arms flexing in a way that urges you to moisten your lips.

you don’t waste the opportunity to press a kiss behind her ear, to which she purrs, pleased, backing up into you.

when you’re done with her back, you pat her shoulder so she can turn around and you can finish the rest.

she does just so, crowded between your knees as you apply a thick layer on her face.

“thought you liked me all tan and sexy.” korra muses, a smile on her face as she admires her focused girlfriend rubbing circles on her forehead.

you chuckle, cocking an eyebrow, “you’re already tan and sexy. sunscreen won’t change that.”

“yeah?” the avatar leans in closer, her lips hovering over yours in a crooked grin, letting her voice drop to a sultrier whisper. “how sexy?”

you return her smile, your hands sliding down her face to her buff shoulders while your legs wrap lazily around her waist. “so sexy all i can think about is ripping your bikini top off with my teeth right now.”

“bad girl,” she huffs a laugh and nips at your bottom lip, capturing your mouth into a sloppy kiss where you can taste the ocean’s salt on her warm tongue.

your arms wrap around her neck, returning the eager kiss while your hands splay over sun-kissed skin. you pull away with a wet pop! , smiling at how flushed she got just from making out with you. you pat her cheeks for good measure, “alright, you’re all ready for the sun now, baby. go knock yourself out with your beach plans.”

“change of plans,” she rasps before roughly smashing her lips against yours again, swallowing your startled yelp when she climbs on top of you on the sunbed.

you’re already moaning at the way her fingers map you out, thumbs sliding over your peaked nipples and palms molding to the curve of your waist, nimble fingers trailing down to fiddle with the frills of your red bikini bottoms.

“k—korra,” you stammer, flushing scarlet when she slots her knee between your thighs, the pressure devastating. “are you insane? we can’t do that here, so many people are— ah!”

her knee presses harder against your heat, cutting off your sentence. she reaches out to pull some flimsy drapes over for a bit more privacy, her heated gaze pinning you down while wisps of hot steam escape from her parted lips, “then try to be quiet.”

your head meets the cushions of the raised bedding, placed high enough so you can watch the sea full of people just right over her shoulder. however, she does not give you time to worry about being seen, her index hooking under the strap of your bikini top, right between your breasts.

“this is cute,” her smirk’s lopsided, letting your top slap back against your tits and hungrily watching them bounce at the impact. “zero coverage, too.”

her lips are back on yours in a matter of seconds, swallowing down your moans and passionately tonguing the heat of your mouth, some cold water droplets dripping down her damp hair to land on your warm skin and sending shivers down your spine.

she descends down to the column of your throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses that intensify your grinding against her knee, her firm hands making their way up your hips to slide under your back and find the knot of your bikini top. it quickly comes undone with an effortless swipe of her fingers and you yelp, the tiny fabric easily giving way for your bare chest.

“korra!” you whine, crossing your arms over yourself as your eyes scan your surroundings for witnesses in a panic. at that, she scoffs, brows furrowed, and pries your arms off. “no, let me see.”

you’re about to yell at her again when instead all that leaves your mouth is a shamefully high-pitched whine, the avatar’s lips latching onto one of your pretty nipples, greedily licking and sucking while her hand finds your other breast, kneading the flesh and rolling the bud between calloused fingertips.

you bring your fist to your mouth, biting on it to muffle the filthy moans her thorough affection is pulling out of you. “heavens, korra—” you helplessly mewl, hips bucking up into her unmoving knee, looking down at her lavishing your tits with kisses and hickeys.

blue eyes dart up to find yours and your breath hitches, the eye contact sending a jolt of arousal right down to your wetting core, and with the way she smiles smugly around your tit, you can tell she felt it too.

swollen lips detach from your chest, though swiftly replaced by thumbs to keep your sweet noises ongoing, and she peers down at you with pure satisfaction, “someone’s horny.”

you want to cry when she lifts her knee off your soaked cunt, her gaze roving down your curves to finally land on the wet patch your folds pathetically clinged to. her grin widens, and her hands slide down to spread your thighs further, “well well, would you look at that.. you’re wetter than me, and i just got back from a swim.”

you glare at her taunt, but your expression contorts into reluctant pleasure when she wholly cups your pussy, relishing your adorable whimpering and squirming under her grasp.

her free hand finds the side strings of your bottoms, untying them with a measly swirl of air she summoned, and she whistles in delight at the beautiful sight now presented to her. “so pretty. you’re so pretty.”

you shudder at the whispered praise, another wave of arousal rolling over you and she watches the extra slick your eager cunt produces in anticipation. she huffs an incredulous laugh, lifting her gaze to meet yours and carefully watching your reaction while two of her fingers start toying with your folds, “spirits, you’re so easy.”

your cheeks burn with embarrassment at her condescending tone, but you can’t help how your body responds to her touch, eyes rolling back at the feel of her digits prodding at your drooling slit. the way they slide in without any resistance met is humiliating, but you can’t bring yourself to care when your girlfriend lowers herself back down over you to kiss you again.

“mmgh, korra..” you pant breathlessly against her ear, your arms wrapping around her shoulders as her fingers pump in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, her breath hot and steamy against your jawline that she litters with nips and love bites. her lips trail down the valley of hickeys she left earlier, kissing down your neck to the slope of your shoulder, “so soft. so pliable for me.”

you squeal, limbs flailing under her when her fingers suddenly curl upwards against your g-spot, your vision going black for a second. “oh my— korra!”

her grin’s filthy and impossibly proud, lifting her face slightly off your chest to cheekily stare down at you. “right there, huh?”

she forces an answer out of you with another thrust of her fingers that has you clawing at her back, drooling and dazedly repeating her name, your glassy eyes a clear ‘yes’ to her question. “korra!! ungh, korra, you—”

“good girl,” she presses a soft kiss over your left breast, a quiet warning for what was to come. her thumb joins in to swipe over your puffy clit, and the pressure as well as its unexpected coldness have you screaming. her free hand slaps over your mouth, an amused smile tugging at her lips as she tuts, “shh. we’re still at the beach, y’know. do you want people to see you like this, baby?”

cruelly, she waterbends the bit of sea water left on her thumb into ice against your poor clit, making you uselessly thrash under her weight, tears pricking at your eyes while you cry out against her palm. the ice melts from the sheer heat between your thighs, the water trickling down to seep into your stuffed cunt, the clash of temperatures rendering you a dumb overstimulated mess in seconds.

the entire time, she does not rip her eyes off you, drinking in the desperation and desire twisting your pretty features, the very sight turning her on even more. with a slow exhale, she leans down until your noses almost touch. “i’m gonna take my hand off your mouth now, okay? but be quiet.”

you nod, looking up at her through tears, and she smiles fondly. “attagirl.”

as promised, you chew hard on your bottom lip when she retracts her hand, trying your best to keep quiet as her fingers continue scissoring you open. when she deems your silence good enough, she nods as well, before abruptly pulling out of you and lowering herself further down your body, kissing down your sternum to your lower tummy.

your face scrunches up in confusion at the loss of her fingers and the now gentle attention, then your eyes blow wide open at the realization when she stops at your cunt, eyeing it with the filthiest smirk. you hiss, heat creeping up your cheeks to your ears, “k—korra! i don’t know if i’ll be able to stay quiet if you—”

she clicks her tongue, impatient, large palms splaying over your hips to pull you closer to her face. “then we’ll just have to find out, sweetheart. that’s your problem, so do your best.”

once again, all your protests die out immediately when she roughly licks a big stripe up your drenched center, her warm mouth on you like heaven after the icy teasing.

staying quiet proves to be near impossible, tears welling up in your eyes again at the overwhelming pleasure induced by her oh so skilled tongue, your hands reaching down to sharply pull on her brown hair.

your teeth draw blood from your bottom lip, and yet all you can do is roll your hips up into her face and moan like a slut, begging for more.

her grip’s deadly tight around your thighs while she feasts on you like you were her last dinner, her tongue flicking and lapping wildly at your wetness, her satisfied grunts rumbling in her throat and vibrating through your very walls so deliciously that your toes curl.

the harder you tug on her hair, the more frenzied her eating seems to get and you can’t keep a few screams from slipping out, barely holding it together as your legs spasm uncontrollably around her head. you choke out more sobs when she tends to your clit too, swollen and throbbing from the earlier abuse, and your eyes cross and roll back when her lips seal around it in a suckling motion.

“oh spirits, korra, korra, please—” you call out her name through tears like a prayer, your voice cracking, letting go of her hair to cover your mouth with both hands while the heat pooling deep in your guts threatens to spill over.

she scoffs at your increasingly loud pleading, earning you a light smack to the side of your thigh. “someone will hear you. behave.”

she revels in how effectively her command shuts you up, cooing praise at you before resuming her thorough devouring.

her mouth’s merciless on the poor bud, ruthlessly licking and sucking on it — even nipping at it — the exquisite pain directly registering as overwhelming pleasure in your addled mind.

you make the mistake of looking down at her through bleary half-lidded eyes, and you find her staring right back at you with the wildest gaze you’d ever seen; that’s when you completely lose it. the next swirl of her tongue has your vision flashing white, violently gushing all over her face as a mind-numbing orgasm crashes over you.

even in your otherwordly haze, you can vividly feel her lips morph into a pleased smile against your pussy while she licks up your cum, tonguing it into your sopping wet hole and cleaning up the mess on your inner thighs.

when she’s satisfied with her work, she presses a soft kiss to your perked up clit, and another to your folds. “so sweet, like always. maybe even sweeter. i think it’s that fruit punch.”

you’re totally out of it, eyes fluttering sleepily as you lay slumped on your sunbed, utterly spent and taken care of. your girlfriend finally pats your cunt goodbye, tying your bikini bottoms back on and sighing like she was mourning the very pussy she was going to eat later again today. “aw, i’ll miss her so much.”

korra’s face finally comes into view when she lifts herself up to meet your gaze again, pure joy adorning her features at how blissed out you seem. she smiles and kisses your cheek, one hand tenderly cupping your right breast, “you’re so beautiful like this. my girlfriend, all nice and fucked out on a public beach. truly a sight to behold.”

a soft moan slips out of your lips when her thumb toys with your sensitive nipple, and you shakily bring your hand up to rest over hers, the gentle, shared eye contact somehow more intimate than the whole ordeal that just took place. “.. that was.. so good, korra. thank you.”

she shakes her head, capturing your lips into a slow, steady kiss, and you taste yourself on her tongue. she smiles down at you lovingly, her other hand coming up to cradle your face. “no, thank you. you’re always so good for me, baby.”

you return her smile, stealing another brief kiss from her lips before plopping back against your cushions with a weary satisfied sigh. “..never thought i’d do that here.”

she laughs loudly, tying up your bikini top. “if you’re dating the avatar, expect more here’s and there’s, sweetheart. i can bend four elements at will, so i can also bend you wherever i want.”

you groan and kick her off the bed, flustered, making her land in the sand with a giggly yelp. “go build your sand castles, pervert.”

she gets up with a dramatic sigh, dusting herself, “so ungrateful. fine, but you won’t get to be princess in them when i’m done.”

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* art creds: @/wickesdt

so sorry for the slow posting babies, i’ve been so lazy and it took me so long to find an idea…………. anywaymgnhhh korraaaaaaa she’s my current obsession i need her so bad