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Korra’s breath hitched, head tilting back as a moan fell out of her lips. Her body was warm all over, the other figure against hers adding to the fact.

“Pretty,” you purred, earning yourself a whimper from the woman.

You withdrew the dildo from Korra’s slick cunny gently, letting it drag along her silken walls until the tip was all that’s left. Then a thrust; one that made Korra’s body jolt with another choked moan.

A smile adorned your lips as you observed the Avatar, taking pride in every reaction you were rewarded with. You leaned in, offering a gentle kiss to her jaw. Korra immediately tilted her head in acceptance, allowing you to place more than one.

You repeated the calculated thrusts with your hips, listening to Korra’s cries of pleasure like it was the most enchanting music.

“Absolutely beautiful,” you whispered once more, grinning as you felt Korra’s nails dig into your skin. She whined your name, one that sounded strained from the overwhelming pleasure. “What? Can’t I describe what I see?”

“Shut up—you, mnn.. you know I can’t last long when you say stuff like that,” Korra grunted out, her brows furrowed in concentration to simmer herself.

“That’s the plan, sweetheart,” you hummed, picking up the pace which caused Korra to tilt her head back and moan deeply.

The avatar gasped and panted. Her nails clawed at your skin as you changed the speed. Blue eyes rolled back before she closed them with her mouth hanging open. Schlick sounded throughout the room you both resided in, the bed squeaking beneath you both as you continued to thrust the toy deeply inside Korra’s pussy.

“Been loving you for hours, pretty. And you deserve every bit of it,” you whispered as you gave Korra’s hips a squeeze. The moment those words left your lips, an idea formed.

You slowed the thrusts, making sure to drag the dildo more precisely as you eyed Korra intently. The said Avatar whined, brows furrowed with frustration. Her eyes snapped open to glare at you.

“Say it.”

Now Korra’s expression shifted to one of confusion.

“Tell me you deserve this,” you stated.

An embarrassed look now adorned the Avatar’s face. She grunted and looked away. Her eyes bore into the wall, debating. She grumbled as she felt your thrusts slow even more, her hips attempting to buck to try and get you back to your previous pace.

“All you gotta do is say it, sweetheart,” you assured, rubbing Korra’s hips gently. “And I’ll give it all to you…”

Biting her lower lip Korra whined, her body warming even further due to the growing embarrassment.

“I deserve it.” She finally stated.

“Yeah?” You held true to your words, slowly increasing the pace of your thrusts.

“M..mhm. I deserve it all,” she repeated with a nod, brows twitching as sparks of pleasure course through her body as your thrusts became more prominent.

“Keep going…” you hummed, bringing one hand up to cup the Avatar’s cheek.

Korra’s cheeks warmed. Now comes another sweep of embarrassment. It’s not like she believes she hasn't earned this part of your love, but it’s… embarrassing to say it out loud. Especially when it makes her feel arrogant.

Even if that’s what you were achieving.

“Tell me exactly what you deserve,” she heard you whisper, offering a slow roll of your hips that had the Avatar moaning. Spirits—you knew how to play with her body to make her a mess.

“I—fuck—I deserve your love. Everything you give me,” she said with a breathless voice, gasping as she felt your pace returning. It helped encourage her.

You gave a sweet hum, bringing one hand down to play with her clit. It earned you a moan. Korra’s noises continued to rise in pitch. The Avatar mewled and cried, her hands clinging desperately onto you as she dealt with a multitude of euphoric waves.

“Your fingers—oh.. I deserve those too,” she babbled with heavy pants. “Mine,” she gasped with one shaky hand clutching your forearm. “All mine.”

“All yours.” You would repeat with a nod. Hearing the ownership, the need tumbling from the woman’s lips had you feeling a sense of pleasure. You bit your lip to quiet your whimper. “It’s all yours.”

Your fingers continued to gently swirl around Korra’s clit as you gave small grinds between every thrust. It had the avatar moaning deeply, her blue eyes glistening with overwhelmed tears. She panted and whimpered your name, tilting her head into the pillows and arching her back.

“Don’t stop,” Korra gasped, digging her nails further into you. “Fuck.. ‘m so close... So close…”

Hearing her desperation you quickened your pace, basking yourself in the sound of Korra’s pleasure. Her moans were drawn out, loud and thick accompanied by smaller and higher pitched whimpers.

As her pleasure continued to heighten she finally reached her peak. She tensed with a loud cry of your name dragging her nails down your shoulder and arm. You felt her warmth coat your pelvis and thighs, causing the sound of skin on skin contact to sound wet.

You began to slow your pace, dragging out Korra’s orgasm. You peppered gentle kisses to her face and offered soft praises.

Once you were able to slow your thrusts enough, you began to pull out the dildo. You gave a kiss to Korra’s lips, one the avatar happily accepted with a happy hum.

For a while, when you were cleaning up and making sure Korra was comfortable, a blissful silence fell over you both. And yet, the warm gazes you both shared frequently said enough.

The soft swish of paper echoed with the quiet melody that played in the background of you and Korra’s space.

You had the habit of reading just before bed while Korra needed some form of noise to help her fall asleep. The sound of harsh winds that would brush against the walls of her home back in the North Pole was her white noise which soon manifested into music. All thanks to the gramophone you bought for her as a gift.

The said device was currently playing Korra’s favorite disc; all the while the avatar was currently curled up against your side with her arms securely wrapped around you. Her fingers traced the curve of your hip delicately. She pressed her cheek against the other side, her breaths slow and even.

Korra found you to be the most comfortable pillow… well, second behind Naga, but that’s not the point! You gave her the warmth she desired. Something that drew her to you in the first place.

As the music continued to play, a certain part of the instrumental soon had the pads of her fingers tapping against your hip. She followed the rhythm, using you as her own instrument.

You couldn’t help but pause in your reading once you took notice of the light thrumming to your hip. Watching with a small fond smile you switched your gaze to the top of Korra’s head. A bloom of warmth erupted through your chest just simply seeing her cuddled up into your side.

Pulling one hand away from your book, you gently brushed parts of her hair from her face. You continued to drag your fingers through her strands. As you did so you were met with a hum of content that seemed to rumble through Korra’s whole being. Hearing it caused you to let out a quiet chuckle.

Your book was easily forgotten, even if it was still sitting in your hand. Korra captured your attention with ease, not even having to perform her bending skills with flamboyance whilst exclaiming, “evening flameo hot face!” this time.

…the words ‘flameo hot face’ came to be when she learned how avatar Aang would express it as if it was his very own slogan. Therefore, such words became a part of Korra’s own vocabulary.

Continuing to thread your fingers through her hair you soon gave a sigh. With your attention clearly diverted, you decided that you’ve had enough reading for tonight. Closing your book and setting it aside you began to shift.

Korra gave a grunt, clearly not appreciating the disturbance, especially not with the threat of you possibly leaving her clutches. Her arms curled tighter around you, making it hard for you to move anywhere.

You huffed at that, your smile turning into an amused grin.

“No. Nu-uh, don’t that,” you reprimanded lightly, yet not even hiding your soft laughter, “‘m not going anywhere. Just getting under the covers with you, okay?”

That immediately had Korra loosening her hold, even lifting an arm to give you an easier time. It definitely helped too, sliding further under the blankets and letting the avatar immediately make herself comfortable once you were situated. In turn, you wrapped your arms around her as well, embracing one another intimately.

“Better?” You whispered, your smile warm on your lips as Korra tucked her head beneath your chin. Receiving a noise of approval you happily closed your eyes. Basking in not only Korra’s warmth, but even the continuous rhythm that still played against your hip.

The comfortable silence stretched. And as sleep began to slowly gnaw at you it was soon disrupted.

“Can you play with my hair?”

The request from Korra made you let out a long sigh, yet your smile never left.

Running your fingers through her hair and her fingers tapping against you, both of your movements began to slow as the night stretched on and the music slowly faded.

It didn’t take long for you two to succumb to sleep. Your fingers sitting between the strands of her hair and her hand planted softly on your hip.

———

She sits in between your legs, dressed in a white tank top and blue sweatpants. Her hands hovered just above her lap, playing with a small metallic ball. Her fingers twitched and flexed, causing the metal to shift to her desire. While Korra distracts herself with her newfound ability, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, fingers delicately undoing the Avatar’s ponytail by sliding off the band that held it up.

“Are you gonna put that down anytime soon?” You mused with a small smile, leaning slightly to set the band on the nearby nightstand before you started fluffing out her long hair. Your smile only widened, enjoying the act of bouncing her hair a little more than you’d like to admit out loud.

“Mm, soon,” she hummed, moving her hands outwards which caused the metal to stretch with a light ‘screech.’ Before Korra could continue, the object was plucked from her grasps. The avatar made an immediate whine of confusion, watching in longing as you placed the piece of metal onto the nightstand as well.

“I was using that.”

“You mean playing.”

“Does it matter?”

You gave a snort, rolling your eyes with mirth behind them. Reaching your hand over, you cupped her chin to tilt her head back so you could lock eyes. “No, but it’s time for bed.”

Korra hummed, gaze softening as she stared at you. She returned a smile, “I’m not exactly sleepy…”

“Is that so?” Your lips formed a smirk, already knowing you got her hooked.

And like a ritual, your fingers began to card through the strands of her hair. Your nails lightly grazed her scalp, making the Avatar hum in delight and nudge her head back like a silent request for more. You simply huffed at her behavior, continuing to run your fingers delicately through her hair.

It didn’t take long for Korra’s eyelids to grow heavy, soon closing as she breathed out a long and content sigh. Her shoulders slumped next as her head moved to rest against the side of your knee.

Your smile felt warmer the longer you played with her hair. Twirling what you could around your finger, raising it high and letting it fall little by little, or just running your digits through the Avatar’s soft hair accompanied with light scratches to her head. An airy chuckle soon left you as you felt Korra rub her temple against your knee.

You let yourself enjoy the moment, yet, after a while, you knew to have some restraint.

“Okay. Up, up. Time to get on the bed,” you said, pulling your hands away and pushing yourself further onto the bed to take the farthest side.

Korra whined immediately, keeping herself seated on the floor for a moment longer. It was like some form of protest. Yet, that didn’t last long, not when she had already been tempted by your gentle fingers.

Grinning, you watched as the avatar dramatically crawled her way onto the bed, flopping down with a grunt, and then rolling herself over to you. The moment she was pressed up against you she wordlessly grabbed your wrist so she could plant your hand to the top of her head.

The request was loud enough.

“Brat,” you whispered affectionately, already running your fingers back through her hair.

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