Wackycatt

ReDeux Biotechnology was certainly a growing corporation full of intellectual people. Minds centered around life and opportunity to evolve it.

Truly, a place for those with extraordinary purpose.

Even to those who work as mere maintenance!

Is what the company who hired you had stated. You were desperate for a job, and at that point in your journey you were worn down that you were happy to take anything that would give you a decent wage. It wasn’t that ReDuex Bio. wasn’t paying you well… you just kinda wished you had some balls then and told them you wanted an actual part in the company, but… here you are.

Cleaning the bathrooms and taking out the trash.

You’ve been working with ReDuex Biotechnology for a few years. Started since you were merely twenty, and you’ve proven yourself a worthy asset. More trusted than most of the scientists that worked within. Sadly, that didn’t help you become a scientist yourself, just some glorified maintenance guy that not only knew how to clean, but also knew how to fix.

The knowledge of your ingenuity started when an intern had been sending out multiple work orders for one of their machinery to no avail. So, of course, you stepped in and did it yourself. That little moment granted you a bit of a bittersweet butterfly effect; earning you more access to certain parts of the facility and becoming more relied on.

You didn’t mind it, you actually found some joy in it. Being sought out for help and seeing the relief and enthusiasm when you were able to fulfill your deed.

Even with your access to center parts of the company, you weren’t given any information on what the scientists actually do or work on exactly. Most you’ve seen were doing their own personal projects, scattered around each floor. You know businesses aren't that nice to their employees to let them waste product and equipment for projects that may have no actual value.

There’s something under the surface…

But who are you to dig any further? You’re just maintenance. You can’t do anything but clean and fix.

That’s how you thought things would continue. All until a new employee came to flip your world upside down.

—

“Have you heard about the new employee?” Marie, a senior scientist, questioned you one day as you were giving her a new trash bag.

You paused, looking towards her curiously, brow raised. A hum left you and then a shrug. “No, not much. Why? Did they do something on their first day? Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Marie laughed, turning away from her microscope to regard you completely. She adjusted her glasses with an amused hum. “You could say that.”

Her tone was strange, making you scrunch your face with curiosity. You were off yesterday and it’s only the morning, someone was bound to tell you all of what happened. Looks like it’s Marie who beat everyone to it.

“That sounds ominous,” you chuckled, crossing your arms as you met the senior scientist’s gaze.

“Well,” she glanced upwards to the ceiling, trailing off slightly. You tilted your head, finding it odd she hadn’t finished off what she was saying. Before you could try to see what she was looking towards, she began once more, “you didn’t hear it from me, but the higher ups saw something in him and gave him some sort of project to work on immediately and he blew it up. Destroying his whole lab.”

“Holy shit,” you laughed in astonishment. “Did he get fired?”

“No, he’s still here actually. They gave him a new laboratory. They really don’t want to let him go,” she grinned. Such a gossiper.

You gave a snort, “clearly. They fired others for less. This guy must be some nepo baby.”

They earned you a loud laugh from Marie. She soon brought a finger to her lips with a small ‘shh,’ “you are worse than me sometimes!”

The two of you laughed together, all smiles. Soon the mirth died down as Marie gave a big sigh. She turned back to her microscope after softly stating, “you should go meet him. I’m sure you’ll be able to tell me all about what you know, yeah? You have that sweetheart charisma.”

With a scoff you began walking towards the sliding doors that hissed once you pressed a button. “Sure, Marie. Make sure to have tea the next time I see you.”

With that, you took your cleaning equipment and began strolling down the long corridor.

You’ve stopped by plenty of other employees on your journey around the building, chatting with some of the seniors and few of the newer hires—namely the ones that have been around for a month or more.

Checking off numbered quarters off your list from your daily cleaning list, you paused when you saw an unfamiliar number next on your list. In the mornings you write down the laboratory numbers who need tending to absentmindedly. It’s hard to function completely at six o’clock in the morning.

Breathing through your nose you continued on until you were where you needed to be.

Once you were, something made you stand still. You didn’t know why, but a certain wave of anxiety bubbled within. Perhaps it’s knowing there was someone you had yet to meet on the other side that brought you into such a state.

With a small huff you shrugged off your momentary anxiety and knocked.

“Maintenance,” you called out.

With no response.

You grumbled softly under your breath, looking back to your list of objectives and then to the number on the wall. It’s the same sequence… maybe Marie was wrong.

Looks like one less room to clean—

The hiss of the double doors slide open, causing you to tense up.

Before you was a man who looked… pretty disheveled. His unique hairstyle of course caught your eye first. The intense cowlicks were hard to miss when they looked like devil horns on his head. There were noticeable dark circles beneath his silver colored eyes, a frown etched across his lips. Hanging around his neck was his ID card, the name Tord displayed on it in bold red letters.

“Uh.. hi—“

“What do you want?” Tord grumbled out, his accent thick. More than likely due to his exhausted appearance.

You took his attitude in stride, simply pointing at your own badge where it said ‘maintenance.’ Not like you said it before knocking or anything.

The guy stared, face scrunching before letting out a deep… almost disgruntled, sigh. He moved out of the way nonetheless, gesturing for you to enter.

You did, glancing around immediately. You had to hold back a grimace to the state of it all. Not nearly a whole day and the room looked like a mess.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Tord said, plopping himself back down into his chair with a grunt. With an elbow propped against the counter he rested his cheek against the palm of his hand, his eyes trailing after you cautiously.

You hummed, deciding not to make a comment before heading towards the trashcan. Before you could even take it out, you saw something strange.

“Why… is your microscope in here?”

“It’s a piece of shit,” he stated simply, offering you a dismissive hand. “I requested a new one anyways.”

You scrunched your face in disbelief. Even if he puts in an order for new equipment, who knows how long that would take; it’s not like they have brand new ones lying around, and no other scientist would be willing to share theirs. Not only that, he didn’t even put in a work order for it, not that they work a hundred percent of the time, it’s just the guy didn’t even attempt it.

Sighing, you pulled the equipment out and sent it on the counter. You could see out of the corner of your eyes Tord was giving you a strange look, but you didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, you started going through the drawers.

“Hey!” The scientist gaped before grabbing ahold of your wrist. “The fuck are you doin’ going through my shit?”

You pulled your wrist out from his grip quickly, “trying to find the repair kit.”

“Repair… what, you think you can fix it?” He questioned with a chuckle, his grin making something in you ticked off.

“Yeah. I can fix things. Now where is it? It should be an obvious white and red box labeled and everything,” you asked, trying your best to keep a neutral expression.

For some reason, your question had the man’s face shifting.

He can’t be serious…

“Did you fucking throw that away too?”

“I needed room for my stuff!”

“Your stuff? That’s—you know what, never mind,” you grumbled, trudging back to the trashcan to fish out the familiar box.

The rustling of trash echoed within the lab, and you could feel Tord’s gaze burning against the back of your head.

“Do you…” the silvered eyed fiend began. “Go dumpster diving often?”

Such a comment brought you to freeze, even if you found the item you were searching for.

You couldn’t help yourself, even if the comment was rude, you found yourself laughing. You pulled out the repair kit and turned to him, meeting the scientist's surprised gaze.

“I dunno, do you usually throw important equipment away?” You retorted, moving back towards the microscope.

Tord was stunned for a few minutes longer before a short laugh escaped him, a small grin displayed along his lips. “Ah, I’ve been caught,” he sighed dramatically, lifting his hands up in surrender. “The shameful secret is out.”

“Surprised. You didn’t keep it hidden well enough,” you grinned back. Turning back to the equipment you opened the repair kit, “why did you even throw it out anyways?”

“The whole thing is fucked up,” Tord stated with a shrug, crossing his arms as he watched you.

You hummed knowingly. “Care to elaborate?”

“The stupid thing stays completely unfocused and no matter how hard I twist or turn the focus knob in any way it does nothing,” he grumbled, the wound still fresh as you can hear the frustration behind his words.

You gave another hum to let him know you heard him. You tried it yourself, attempting to turn one of the focus knobs. Just as Tord said, it wouldn’t budge; only a little when you tried to turn it a little harder.

“Told ya,” Tord sighed, watching you struggle with the same bloody machine.

“Damn. The thing is probably rusted, usually the problem when things get stiff like that,” you said, pulling back with a huff, hands landing on your hips.

The information made Tord scoff behind gritted teeth, twisting his seat around as if that would hide his obvious irritation. “Of course it’s rusted. They gave me a shitty room and shitty equipment for one little mistake.”

You remained quiet. You knew better than to fan the flame. Turning your focus back to the microscope, you inspected it a bit further.

As Tord glared daggers at the pristine floor, slightly littered with papers, he perked up when heard a small scrap. His gaze fell back on you, watching as you picked up both the microscope and tool kit into your arms.

“Good thing you got me to rely on, yeah?” You said with an easy going smile. “I can get this beauty fixed if you let me. It may take a while since I gotta be delicate with things like these.”

The scientist remained quiet, eyes switching between your face and the equipment in your hands. His brows slowly furrowed, a cautious smile etching across his lips, “seriously? Free of charge?”

“Free of charge,” you shrugged, beginning to walk back out the door of his laboratory. Setting the stuff down you quickly finished your first original task of taking out his trash and putting in a new liner, “though I do take free meals as payment if you’re really desperate to pay me back.”

For some reason, your words and laidback demeanor registered Tord speechless. Only getting a mute nod as you left and the doors hissed closed behind you.

—

The next day you dropped off the repaired microscope to Tord first thing in the morning, showing him your work by letting him test it out. You grinned when you heard an ecstatic laugh by him, watching the grown man play with the equipment by constantly turning the knob that moved as smooth as butter.

If only you knew the domino effect that would happen right after.

Slowly, Tord would have you fix some more things for him. Most of them being easy repairs. Like fixing small things regarding the microscope, or even more equipment of similar fashion.

Somehow, someway, it soon turned into you even helping him with some of his mini projects. Which started with him awkwardly asking your opinion on one of his blueprints, which you happily granted. You complimented the design, because, seriously, robot arms are pretty dope. You gave a pat to his back before turning back to whatever it was that Tord requested vehemently that you fixed.

By doing so you missed the way Tord’s cheeks began to flush a soft red and his eyes trailing after you.

Moments like those flew over your head, focused on the requests you were given and rendering you oblivious to everything else.

Just like now…

The top part of your jumpsuit was pulled down, the sleeves wrapped around your waist as a black tank top that was now visible. You gripped a wrench in your hand, turning some stubborn knobs into place.

Tord had asked you to help him with his little project once again, poking and prodding until he got his way. Of course, it ended up working.

Speaking of, the said scientist was observing you. His eyes followed each movement of your shoulder blades and muscular lines of your back. He was not focused in the slightest. Sitting comfortably in his chair like he was watching his favorite anime.

With a grunt, you moved the heavy piece away, lowering it gently to the floor before standing up for a quick stretch. “There,” you sighed. “Should be secured enough,” you hummed, placing your wrench into one of your pockets.

Not hearing a reply, you turned to Tord with concern. It's not usual for him to be this quiet. To you, he looked lost in thought.

“Oi, little devil, you with me?” You huffed with light amusement, raising a brow when that somehow had the scientist perk up immediately.

“Oh. Yes. Yeah. Uh, thanks,” he stumbled out, offering, a little too casual, thumbs up. He turned back to his counter, his hand immediately going to his blueprints. Silver colored eyes were trained on the diagrams and models, yet his mind was focused on anything but.

He heard your footfalls behind him, and he felt his body start to flush. The tip of his ears burned as he felt your presence practically right behind him. You leaned over, hand resting near his own as you observed the same blueprints.

“What’s next?” You questioned, voice low but close enough.

He gave you a glance, though his eyes easily trailed down to your shoulders. Then to your arms, most of which were covered in oil from your help with the lower platform of his tasked project.

“Biceps.”

“What?”

“Biceps for my robot arm!” He suddenly hollered, pushing himself away from the desk. His chair rolled while he spun around in his seat. Hopping out of his chair, he paid zero mind to the sound of the rolling chair banging against the opposite wall. “Yes. Biceps.”

He couldn’t help it. Taking another glance to your sculpted arms, taking a gulp as he followed the veins that seemed more visible as you crossed your arms over your chest. You just… weren’t fair.

Unfortunately for him, you appeared to take notice of his staring. Following his gaze, you were unaware of the way the scientist stiffened. You gave a snort, lifting your arm for him to see clearly.

“Are you needing a reference?” You mused with a tilt of your head.

“Yes..” he wheezed out, feeling hot under the collar.

Yet again, you proved yourself more than useful.

You paused by the doorway into the common place inside the airship. It was dark out, the windows showcasing the bright stars in the sky unshadowed by the clouds, and yet, your eyes found Korra the most interesting.

The Avatar sat alone and in the dimly lit area. Her head was tilted back so she could stare at the ceiling. Her legs were crossed over one another, bouncing.

It was impossible not to watch her. Especially now when you get a free pass. She’s your girlfriend after all.

After a brief moment you decided to move, walking over to where she sat. The moment she heard footsteps approaching she turned her head to look at you. Her smile was already present before she saw you completely. She was observant enough to recognize your mere footsteps.

“It’s totally not completely ominous to find the avatar spending her time in a dark room all by her lonesome, now is it?” You mused with a light chuckle, stopping just before her. Your gaze was soft, but not as much as Korra’s own when she regarded you.

The avatar only hummed with a lazy shrug, her eyes meeting yours with a certain intensity you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

When not receiving a more verbal reply you tilted your head and raised a curious brow, “something on your mind there, sweetheart?”

Korra offered a small nod. She raised a hand, motioning you closer. Her smile grew when you followed and her hand immediately found placement on your waist. She held onto you, offering light pulls to make you come even closer. As you did so her other hand quickly moved to press against your lower back, all in order to have you sit down on her lap.

Once you were comfortable you rested your head against hers, giving Korra the opportunity to tuck her head into the crook of your neck. She took a deep inhale with her arms wrapped tightly around you. Her fingers clutched onto whatever fabric or skin she could have of you; simply needing you as close as possible.

She breathed you in, rubbing her nose against the side of your neck delicately before settling down with a deep, rumbling, groan of content. The sound could have practically shook the whole room. Her body practically sagged, melting the longer she held you.

It was a quiet Sunday, surprisingly. Everyone in the household was doing their own things, this kind of time was sacred. Treasured even.

Matt was probably either looking at himself in the mirror or posing for a new picture to mantle. Edd was more than likely hovered over his desk, drinking cola and working on his next piece of art.

And Tom? He was laying criss crossed on his bed with Susan, his prized bass, resting on his lap. He was tweaking with the tunes, thrumming the strings until he settled on the right pitch he desired. He gave a happy hum before glancing at a sheet of paper beside him.

He stuck his tongue out in concentration as he followed the music notes that were scribbled onto the piece of paper. Every now and then, when the music didn’t flow the way he wanted, he’d grunt and lean over to change what he had written down to something that would work better.

Yet, in his focused state, a ding from his phone made him pause. An unpleasant frown took over, already dreading what would be interfering with his precious alone time with Susan.

“I swear to fuck, if Edd can’t get his cola himself…” Tom grumbled out, reluctantly reaching for his phone. He softened immediately when seeing who had really texted him.

You.

His girlfriend. You were once just his neighbor across the street, having moved into the neighborhood years ago. Of course, back then when the house was infested with not three, but four men, they peeked outside their window to catch a glimpse of who decided to become a part of their, totally normal, community.

That’s when he saw you. All smiles and a sweet attitude that rivaled his facade of nonchalance. He thought you were pretty, but his infatuation would only be dug further and further whenever his eyes would drift out his window, as if knowing you’d be out there… tending to your garden, looking through your mailbox, or simply going out for a walk.

He’d try and try, hoping the first impression he’d have on you would be one out of those weird romcoms. Specifically where he’d look like the hot grunge guy from across the road. He volunteered to do any chore that involved going outside, hoping for that chance you two would meet and you’d see him for how cool he was and start talking to him.

Of course… that dream never came true.

In fact, he looked like shit when he met you face to face.

Dressed in a rumbled grey t-shirt with liquor stains and darker grey sweat pants with more than a few dirt patches. He was trying to recuperate from a hangover, grumbling and slouching as he cursed himself for volunteering to be the main dumpster guy.

Huffing once the lid of the garbage bin shut with a thud he heard a voice greet him.

Turning, he sobered up quickly and stiffened like a wooden board as he saw you across the street… also taking out your trash.

He didn’t reply immediately, searching through his brain to try and remember what scenario was the coolest for this situation.

Stiffly, he moved to rest his arm against the lid of the garbage can. A simple ‘hey’ began to drawl out of his mouth, until his elbow completely missed its mark and caused him to stumble. He grabbed the trashcan for support which only had it accompany him in his fall.

He groaned, embarrassment seeping into him as if it was alcohol running through his veins. He placed his palms over his eyes, like it would shield him from more dismay.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Tom tensed when he heard your voice, much closer than before. He blinked rapidly to see you standing before him, hand outstretched to help him up.

His heart was palpitating. Nothing like what a nice swish of Smirnoff would do to him. No, this was completely different.

“I—uh.. heh,” he even started to slur, chuckling as if he was really drunk off his rocker. His cheeks burned further. Though he hesitantly lifted a hand his body remained stiff when you grabbed it. If you noticed his sweaty palm, you didn’t mention it.

“You aren’t hurt, are you?” Your worried questions continued, and Tom was not for the life of him registering a single thing. Though, one thing his mind did register was the briefest moment you looked him up and down. Your intention was clearly to make sure there wasn’t any visible injury, but it made Tom want to cover himself; namely wanting to pull down his dirtied tank top over a certain area he feared would mortify him more if you noticed.

“Uhhh..” Tom cleared his throat, his brain finally picking up speed. “Y—yes! Wait. No. No, I’m okay.”

Your concern remained for a moment, watching him before you relaxed seeing as you couldn’t assess anything amidst. Your smile made his knees wobble a bit.

“Good!” You said, now offering your hand out for a handshake along with stating your name.

Tom eased up under your relaxing presence. He let his hand fit into yours, accepting the handshake with a small smile of his own.

“Tom.” He responded in kind.

That moment replayed in his head constantly. Not only as something that would keep him up at night and scream into his pillow out of utter embarrassment, but because that was truly when the relationship between you both blossomed. Even though he fumbled every now and then, you seemed to find endearment in that. So much so, you were the one to ask him out.

Well, Tom tried all day one time, but kept getting interrupted. All until you decided to ask it for him.

Now he’s here, opening his phone with a small smile he couldn’t suppress.

Once inside your messages between both you and him, he tilted his head when seeing a voice memo instead. With a curious hum, he played it. Maybe you were driving, you do that sometimes when you didn’t wanna take your eyes off the road for too long. Or perhaps—

“Tom…” a soft whine was what he heard first before he quickly shut off his phone and clutched it hard to his chest. His eyes were wide, face flushed as he stared hard at his wall to try and get his brain to catch up to him.

A shaky sigh left him, shifting a bit in his spot to help alleviate some of the pressure already accumulating between his legs. Slowly, he pulled his phone away from himself to open up the messaging app once more.

He bit his lip, turning down his volume. Surveying his room silently before he brought the end of his phone to his ear. Hitting play once more on your voice memo.

A shudder coursed through him when hearing your voice whine out his name again. It was so sweet and soft, a nice pitch to your tone to show just how needy you were. Tom released a shuddered breath of his own, setting Susan aside so he could spread his legs.

Quiet gasps and small whimpers filtered through the phone. Tom couldn’t help but reciprocate, even if you couldn’t hear it. He groaned quietly, palming his bulge and giving himself slow caresses.

“Need you,” he heard you cry softly. “Need you so bad, Tom.. please, ohh, please.”

He hissed, squeezing his dick through his trousers as his body shook from the nice flow of arousal that courses through him. What made his whole body tense up and shudder violently was the distant noises of soft clicks of slick.

You were fingering yourself. Wet and moaning his name.

“Fuck—fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tom grunted, pulling away his hand from massaging his cock through the layers in order fumble with his belt with one hand. His need only grew as he continued to listen to you whimper and whine like the sweetest thing, along with the occasional sounds of your fingers pumping into your slick coated hole.

Dammit, he can hear how wet you are and it made his dick throb. Finally pulling away his belt and undoing his buttons, he pushed down his pants and boxers in one tug. His hardened dick sprung out, tip already leaking a bit of precum.

He panted, spitting into his hand before wrapping it around his cock. He didn’t waste time, tugging on it and pumping himself. He tried to match the tempo he could barely hear, and dear god, you were going fast. His hips jumped and twitched. With a grunt he leaned back into his pillows, lifting his hips as if the angle would help him fist his dick quicker.

He forced himself to be quiet, low moans straining in his throat and heavy pants leaving through his nose harshly. He focused on the sound of you and the pretty noises that’d echo into his ear.

A particular cry had Tom’s hips bucking, a familiar noise you’d make when you were getting close. And, holy shit, you were stammering his name like a seductive chorus, chanting it like he was right there with you.

A strained choked moan escaped him, pumping his cock as fast as he could as precum dribbled from his tip profusely.

“C’mon… ah fuck, c’mon baby. Sing to me,” he rasped to his phone, needing to hear you come undone, cause goddamn he was close to orgasming already.

He moaned to himself when hearing you moan so much louder. He let himself go, releasing a groan as cum shot out from his tip. He panted and gasped, able to listen to you do the same.

He felt as light as a feather as his hips dropped back onto his mattress. His body tingled still, the electrifying bliss remaining inside of him.

There was silence, making Tom think the voice memo was over. Until your voice came through once again.

“Still need you.” You whispered. “Please.”

That was all the encouragement he needed in order to jump up and fix his clothing, body all twitchy and jittery to the point he felt like the best move was to crash through his window and start running to your house.

Korra envisioned something different.

Daydreaming the moment it was found you were one of those select few blessed by the Harmonic Convergence with the ability to airbend, wanting nothing more than to show you the ropes and how far she’d come herself in airbending; even if that meant being uprooted from the city temporarily.

No one believed Raiko would hold his grudge for long. Especially not from a political standpoint.

With the opportunity of traveling the world and flying across villages and towns with those she’s closest to, it gave her more time to focus on something that’s been occupying her lately.

You.

Perhaps personally training you was more of an attempt to impress you, make you lean more towards her when it comes to the aspect of bending. She was a natural after all—excluding the difficulty of understanding airbending herself for some time—yet she has them all mastered!

Korra would imagine guiding you with gentle touches to your hips, unnecessary adjustments to your posture when performing basic movements, even offering heavily sugar filled compliments. The ones you seem to always enjoy from what she’s observed.

She truly believed this opportunity would steer things positively. She wanted her feelings affirmed, that what she was feeling was mutual.

Yet, things were going far differently.

The simplest of moves had you falling on your butt. You had too much spiritual energy to the point all of your bending came out in large bursts that you struggled to control. There was potential, but you need extra care.

You usually were trained whenever you and the rest were on the ground and had open space.

It was mostly a safety measure in case you may have accidentally caused some form of turbulence.

Currently, you laid on the ground, brows furrowed with frustration. The sun beamed across your face, providing a soothing warmth to your uneased expression. Though, something soon blocked it, causing your eyes to open in curiosity.

Korra looked down at you with a soft grin, leaning down with her hands on her knees.

“You’re getting better,” she attempted, shifting to lay on the ground next to you with a huff.

A light scoff left you as you listened to her, lips pursed in discontent. Clearly, you didn’t believe a word she said.

Korra kept her gaze on you, expression filled with concern. She knows very well the frustrations that come with learning something that just doesn’t click. She’s dealt with it first hand, and with the same element.

“You know, not believing in even the smallest accomplishment won’t help you improve on anything,” Korra whispered next, tearing her gaze away as to not put any pressure on you.

You gave a small noncommittal grumble. Though a soft sigh left you, “it’s hard to call anything I’m doing ‘small achievements’ when no progress has been made.”

Now this time Korra gave a scoff, hers more out of amusement.

“Yes you have. You may not have noticed since you’re focusing on the power behind the blasts, but your posture and balance have improved. You're incorporating the lightness and looseness in your form quite well, and you don’t fall on your butt often anymore,” Korra explained simply, a small fond smile overtaking her lips as she spoke about you and the progress she is personally seeing.

That rendered you quiet, speechless basically.

You turned your head away from the beaming sun to look at the young woman beside you who soon returned your gaze warmly.

“You noticed that?” You questioned softly.

Korra blinked at you. Briefly surprised. Possibly at her own sudden admiration before she tried to cover it with a cough to clear her throat. Her cheeks felt warm as she could feel the weight of your stare on her once she looked away once more.

“Well.. I... Ahem. I’m practically like your teacher right now, so, yeah. I have,” she explained with a lopsided smile, anxious you’d somehow find fault with her words even if they were mostly true. Mostly.

After a moment you let a light chuckle leave your lips, “thank you.”

“Don’t have to thank me for anything,” she said, giving you a light elbow bump. Her smile warmed further when her actions earned a brighter laugh from you.

Soon enough, Korra sat up with a grunt and groan. Standing on her feet she stretched before reaching a hand out for you to follow suit.

“Now, c’mon you big lug. We only have so much training time to spare,” she stated with a playful grin on her face.

An exaggerated whine left you, staying on the ground for a moment longer until you begrudgingly accepted Korra’s firm hand. You acted limp for a moment, but that did nothing to hinder Korra who helped you up with ease.

The soft laughter that bubbled out of you quietened as you regarded the Avatar with a look. A fond one.

Korra’s encouragement was enough to bring you back some motivation, no matter how much more embarrassment you’re gonna feel if you were to fall on your bottom again.

And yet… even with that thought, you’re just happy to have her by your side just like you have been with hers.

—

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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