Kao's Kookie Nookie

it was almost eleven pm, and your stubborn girlfriend had just rented a game that she insisted you play with her, even though you repeatedly told her you had no idea how it worked.

worn down from her attempts, you end up joining korra in bed with an exasperated sigh, both of you leaning against the headboard as her fingers tap frantically at the buttons of her controller. you rest your head on her shoulder, watching the tutorial play out at 2x speed on the tv screen while she keeps skipping away.

“i don’t know how to do this,” you state once more when the game starts, lips jutted into a pout.

korra only chuckles lowly. “don’t worry, baby. just follow my lead. i’ll carry you.”

after a few more final complaints from you, you two melt into a cozy silence while you navigate the game, the only sounds filling the dimly lit room were your characters’ footsteps and the gentle pattering of rain against your window.

“see, you’re a natural.” korra praises when you cross an obstacle alone.

you almost can’t get enough of it, your cheek squished against your girlfriend’s buff shoulder, bared in her white tank top, while you remained only in her big shirt and your underwear, your fingers getting familiar with all the different buttons..

you loved cute, effortlessly romantic nights like these.

“hm?” you frown when your character stops moving despite the right controls used, and you look down at the controller in your hands, flipping it around to check for whatever was wrong with it. a huffy whine escapes your lips, “what the hell, it’s not working.”

“really?” korra asks, saving her current progress before glancing down at you and your frustrated prodding. “let me see.”

you hand it over to her, watching her inspect it up close. she taps at the buttons, gives the edges a few knocks, tries out different angles..

you find yourself lost in the motions of your girlfriend, your mouth drying up a little. it was probably because you were ovulating, but your girlfriend just suddenly got unbearably sexy. with the way her eyebrows pinch together in mild confusion, the bulge of her tan biceps against her top, her long fingers nimbly flicking at the commands, her pink tongue darting out in focus.. you didn’t know where to look.

what pushes you over the edge is the sharp smack she delivers to the side of the controller with a muttered “damn it”, the sound startling you and sending a shameful jolt of arousal down to your core. that had no business being this hot.

korra picks up on the way you lean closer to her, your hazy eyes fixed on her blue ones, and before she gets to even question you, you press a tentative peck to her lips that has her eyes slightly widening.

your breath comes out a little shaky against her mouth, your voice a low whisper as you hardly keep eye contact. “..need you, korra.”

“huh.” she huffs a crooked smile at your unexpected neediness, her brow cocking when you try to press yourself up closer against her. “well, aren’t you cute.”

you whimper pathetically, shifting to straddle her lap and locking her muscular thigh between your naked legs, wetness already seeping through your cotton panties. you look up at her, embarrassed, but her proud grin only widens. “such a needy girl.”

“touch me,” you pant out, your arms wrapping around her broad shoulders as you’re pulled flush against her body.

with a lazy smirk, she nips at your bottom lip before capturing your mouth into a sloppy kiss, her left hand finding your waist and sliding down the arch of your back to your plush ass.

a soft moan slips from your lips when she gives it a squeeze, and she easily swallows the sound.

desperate for more of her touch, you drag your cunt over her thick leg as you whimper into her mouth, dampening her shorts. her tongue grows demanding, hot and heavy against yours, while her firm hand on your hip guides your grinding.

the air’s too warm and sweat is already collecting on your forehead, your breathing ragged, and with the knowing smile you feel against your lips, you understand that it’s the work of the avatar’s firebending.

“s-stop that,” you grumble between kisses, filthy strings of saliva connecting your agape mouths. “just— i need you, korra. now.”

“i could never get tired of hearing that.” she snickers before leaning down to nip at your jawline, descending down your neck with a trail of kisses and hickeys. she licks a languid stripe up the column of your throat and you shudder, tears already pricking at your eyes in your heightened state of arousal. “k—korra.” you sniffle, clinging to her tighter, “please, enough. i need you.”

“woah, tears already?” she teases like you weren’t on the verge of losing it. “you ovulating or something?”

you huff, irritated, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “yes. now, can you just fuck me already? i can’t handle this.. ‘s too much.”

“i love it when you’re this needy.” she slightly pulls back so she can look down at the mess you’ve been making on her leg. she hums appreciatively, then her eyes are back on yours, but you don’t like the playful glint in them.

“y’know,” she leans back against the headboard again, giving your thigh a tap with the broken controller in her right hand. “i think i’ll sit this one out.”

what?

you blink several times, unsure if you heard her correctly. you process it when her touch ditches your hip, bringing her arm to rest behind her head, while she absentmindedly fiddles with the buttons with her other hand.

“what?” you blurt out, incredulous and frustrated. “what the hell? n-no you can’t! i just told you i need you, korra, i need—”

“you don’t need me,” she interjects coolly, that ever so infuriating grin plastered on her face as mean blue eyes gaze deep into yours. before you get to yell at her again, she points at the wet patch you were leaving on her shorts with a raspy laugh. “look how soaked you are from just humping my leg. see, you don’t need me. how about you get yourself off by riding my thigh tonight, hm?”

your cheeks flush redder with embarrassment in addition to the already uncomfortable heat, and you sputter indignantly. “you—you’re being mean! you know i can’t get off like that.”

“oh, i think you can.” her words are accentuated with an unpredictable bounce of her leg that has you choking out a high-pitched mewl. she condescendingly tilts her head at you, her tone taunting, “go on. don’t be shy.”

the building pressure in your lower abdomen didn’t really allow your brain to come up with a proper comeback, too addled with desire, especially with the way the muscle flexed and rippled under your drooling heat. with a reluctant whine, you rock your hips along the length of her leg, rubbing your aching clit over the fabric of her bottoms while your hands rest on her shoulders.

she doesn’t rip her eyes off you, drinking in the way your features crumple with arousal and pleasure, and your filthy moans do nothing but fuel her arrogance.

as if the ordeal wasn’t humiliating enough already, she coos at your feverished grinding, lifting your chin up with her index to force eye contact. “there you go, good girl. see? you don’t need me to touch you.”

you glare at her and it only spurs her on, bouncing her leg to hear your pathetic squeaks. your puffy clit catches against the fabric and your eyes roll back, the pressure devastating.

“so pretty,” she murmurs, trailing her finger up your chin to trace your bottom lip before she tugs it down with her thumb. staring deep into your half-lidded eyes, she gently pushes two fingers inside and presses down on your tongue. “watch the teeth, baby. suck.”

your cunt throbs at the order, and so you close your lips on her digits, obediently sucking on them. your wild moans are now muffled, the pace of your humping erratic as drool pools in your mouth, working yourself up closer to climax with the delicious friction against your clit.

korra sneers when saliva begins trickling down the corner of your lips, tutting fondly. “ah-ah. what a messy girl.”

you’re way past caring, roughly riding the slick-wet thigh of your girlfriend, whimpering lewdly around her fingers as your pebbled nipples brush against hers. you choke out a garbled yelp when she suddenly curls them against the back of your tongue, your gag reflex kicking in, and her grin widens in amusement.

you’d normally get mad at that, but it’s impossible to focus on anything other than the tightening knot in your lower belly, your rhythm frenzied, your teary eyes even more feral.

the sight coaxes a low moan out of the avatar, who refuses to tear her eyes away from you, and her free hand finally finds its spot back on your hip to feel your fast thrusts. her touch sends a violent shiver up your spine, and it becomes the final straw when her palm comes down on your thigh with a light slap. your entire body jerks at the next drag of your swollen pussy, a mind-numbing orgasm crashing over you, hard enough to leave your thighs spasming uncontrollably. a weak cry erupts from your throat, stifled by her fingers.

“attagirl,” she croons as she retracts her digits, letting your tired jaw hang open. “look at you, my dirty girl. came all over your panties and my shorts, hm? enjoyed yourself that much? didn’t even need me to lift a finger. you’re so easy.”

you mumble tiredly, too tingly to be embarrassed by your state yet, slumping forward and letting your forehead drop to rest on her shoulder. you feel her small laugh rumble through her chest, and her buff arms finally wrap around you to hold you tighter against her body, her hand sliding up to cup the back of your head.

she presses a tender kiss to the top of your head, gently rubbing your scalp. “good girl. you were so good for me. almost wish i fucked you myself.”

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it was almost eleven pm, and your stubborn girlfriend had just rented a game that she insisted you play with her, even though you repeatedly told her you had no idea how it worked.

worn down from her attempts, you end up joining korra in bed with an exasperated sigh, both of you leaning against the headboard as her fingers tap frantically at the buttons of her controller. you rest your head on her shoulder, watching the tutorial play out at 2x speed on the tv screen while she keeps skipping away.

“i don’t know how to do this,” you state once more when the game starts, lips jutted into a pout.

korra only chuckles lowly. “don’t worry, baby. just follow my lead. i’ll carry you.”

after a few more final complaints from you, you two melt into a cozy silence while you navigate the game, the only sounds filling the dimly lit room were your characters’ footsteps and the gentle pattering of rain against your window.

“see, you’re a natural.” korra praises when you cross an obstacle alone.

you almost can’t get enough of it, your cheek squished against your girlfriend’s buff shoulder, bared in her white tank top, while you remained only in her big shirt and your underwear, your fingers getting familiar with all the different buttons..

you loved cute, effortlessly romantic nights like these.

“hm?” you frown when your character stops moving despite the right controls used, and you look down at the controller in your hands, flipping it around to check for whatever was wrong with it. a huffy whine escapes your lips, “what the hell, it’s not working.”

“really?” korra asks, saving her current progress before glancing down at you and your frustrated prodding. “let me see.”

you hand it over to her, watching her inspect it up close. she taps at the buttons, gives the edges a few knocks, tries out different angles..

you find yourself lost in the motions of your girlfriend, your mouth drying up a little. it was probably because you were ovulating, but your girlfriend just suddenly got unbearably sexy. with the way her eyebrows pinch together in mild confusion, the bulge of her tan biceps against her top, her long fingers nimbly flicking at the commands, her pink tongue darting out in focus.. you didn’t know where to look.

what pushes you over the edge is the sharp smack she delivers to the side of the controller with a muttered “damn it”, the sound startling you and sending a shameful jolt of arousal down to your core. that had no business being this hot.

korra picks up on the way you lean closer to her, your hazy eyes fixed on her blue ones, and before she gets to even question you, you press a tentative peck to her lips that has her eyes slightly widening.

your breath comes out a little shaky against her mouth, your voice a low whisper as you hardly keep eye contact. “..need you, korra.”

“huh.” she huffs a crooked smile at your unexpected neediness, her brow cocking when you try to press yourself up closer against her. “well, aren’t you cute.”

you whimper pathetically, shifting to straddle her lap and locking her muscular thigh between your naked legs, wetness already seeping through your cotton panties. you look up at her, embarrassed, but her proud grin only widens. “such a needy girl.”

“touch me,” you pant out, your arms wrapping around her broad shoulders as you’re pulled flush against her body.

with a lazy smirk, she nips at your bottom lip before capturing your mouth into a sloppy kiss, her left hand finding your waist and sliding down the arch of your back to your plush ass.

a soft moan slips from your lips when she gives it a squeeze, and she easily swallows the sound.

desperate for more of her touch, you drag your cunt over her thick leg as you whimper into her mouth, dampening her shorts. her tongue grows demanding, hot and heavy against yours, while her firm hand on your hip guides your grinding.

the air’s too warm and sweat is already collecting on your forehead, your breathing ragged, and with the knowing smile you feel against your lips, you understand that it’s the work of the avatar’s firebending.

“s-stop that,” you grumble between kisses, filthy strings of saliva connecting your agape mouths. “just— i need you, korra. now.”

“i could never get tired of hearing that.” she snickers before leaning down to nip at your jawline, descending down your neck with a trail of kisses and hickeys. she licks a languid stripe up the column of your throat and you shudder, tears already pricking at your eyes in your heightened state of arousal. “k—korra.” you sniffle, clinging to her tighter, “please, enough. i need you.”

“woah, tears already?” she teases like you weren’t on the verge of losing it. “you ovulating or something?”

you huff, irritated, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “yes. now, can you just fuck me already? i can’t handle this.. ‘s too much.”

“i love it when you’re this needy.” she slightly pulls back so she can look down at the mess you’ve been making on her leg. she hums appreciatively, then her eyes are back on yours, but you don’t like the playful glint in them.

“y’know,” she leans back against the headboard again, giving your thigh a tap with the broken controller in her right hand. “i think i’ll sit this one out.”

what?

you blink several times, unsure if you heard her correctly. you process it when her touch ditches your hip, bringing her arm to rest behind her head, while she absentmindedly fiddles with the buttons with her other hand.

“what?” you blurt out, incredulous and frustrated. “what the hell? n-no you can’t! i just told you i need you, korra, i need—”

“you don’t need me,” she interjects coolly, that ever so infuriating grin plastered on her face as mean blue eyes gaze deep into yours. before you get to yell at her again, she points at the wet patch you were leaving on her shorts with a raspy laugh. “look how soaked you are from just humping my leg. see, you don’t need me. how about you get yourself off by riding my thigh tonight, hm?”

your cheeks flush redder with embarrassment in addition to the already uncomfortable heat, and you sputter indignantly. “you—you’re being mean! you know i can’t get off like that.”

“oh, i think you can.” her words are accentuated with an unpredictable bounce of her leg that has you choking out a high-pitched mewl. she condescendingly tilts her head at you, her tone taunting, “go on. don’t be shy.”

the building pressure in your lower abdomen didn’t really allow your brain to come up with a proper comeback, too addled with desire, especially with the way the muscle flexed and rippled under your drooling heat. with a reluctant whine, you rock your hips along the length of her leg, rubbing your aching clit over the fabric of her bottoms while your hands rest on her shoulders.

she doesn’t rip her eyes off you, drinking in the way your features crumple with arousal and pleasure, and your filthy moans do nothing but fuel her arrogance.

as if the ordeal wasn’t humiliating enough already, she coos at your feverished grinding, lifting your chin up with her index to force eye contact. “there you go, good girl. see? you don’t need me to touch you.”

you glare at her and it only spurs her on, bouncing her leg to hear your pathetic squeaks. your puffy clit catches against the fabric and your eyes roll back, the pressure devastating.

“so pretty,” she murmurs, trailing her finger up your chin to trace your bottom lip before she tugs it down with her thumb. staring deep into your half-lidded eyes, she gently pushes two fingers inside and presses down on your tongue. “watch the teeth, baby. suck.”

your cunt throbs at the order, and so you close your lips on her digits, obediently sucking on them. your wild moans are now muffled, the pace of your humping erratic as drool pools in your mouth, working yourself up closer to climax with the delicious friction against your clit.

korra sneers when saliva begins trickling down the corner of your lips, tutting fondly. “ah-ah. what a messy girl.”

you’re way past caring, roughly riding the slick-wet thigh of your girlfriend, whimpering lewdly around her fingers as your pebbled nipples brush against hers. you choke out a garbled yelp when she suddenly curls them against the back of your tongue, your gag reflex kicking in, and her grin widens in amusement.

you’d normally get mad at that, but it’s impossible to focus on anything other than the tightening knot in your lower belly, your rhythm frenzied, your teary eyes even more feral.

the sight coaxes a low moan out of the avatar, who refuses to tear her eyes away from you, and her free hand finally finds its spot back on your hip to feel your fast thrusts. her touch sends a violent shiver up your spine, and it becomes the final straw when her palm comes down on your thigh with a light slap. your entire body jerks at the next drag of your swollen pussy, a mind-numbing orgasm crashing over you, hard enough to leave your thighs spasming uncontrollably. a weak cry erupts from your throat, stifled by her fingers.

“attagirl,” she croons as she retracts her digits, letting your tired jaw hang open. “look at you, my dirty girl. came all over your panties and my shorts, hm? enjoyed yourself that much? didn’t even need me to lift a finger. you’re so easy.”

you mumble tiredly, too tingly to be embarrassed by your state yet, slumping forward and letting your forehead drop to rest on her shoulder. you feel her small laugh rumble through her chest, and her buff arms finally wrap around you to hold you tighter against her body, her hand sliding up to cup the back of your head.

she presses a tender kiss to the top of your head, gently rubbing your scalp. “good girl. you were so good for me. almost wish i fucked you myself.”

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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