helping the Avatar decompress
‷ or, strapping Korra into next Sunday.
» mdni, nsfw, afab!reader, bottom!Korra, strapping. !wlw intended! ugh i'm obsessed with her back.
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âyouâre soâ ahh â meanâ struggling to get her words out, Korraâs breathing gets more and more laboured with each thrust. velvety fingers trace the path up her inner thigh to between her slick folds.
âoh yeah darling?â in her ear, your voice sounds heavenly. it makes her mind float and the ache in her twitching muscles secondary to the pleasure.
your free hand travels down her breast to hold her waist up, back now pressing against your chest. sweat covers both of your bodies. taking advantage of the new position, you flatten your tongue on her skin to lick a stripe of it from her neck up to her earlobe.Â
you feel the shivers breaking across her spine. âcareful there Korra, brats donât get to cumâ a devilish chuckle echoes through the thick air.Â
âbut youâre gonna be good, right?â youâre mocking her struggles, fake concern coating your words. Korra hates it; how much wetter it makes her. from this angle, the strap slips even deeper inside of her walls, which clench down on it hard.Â
âspiritsâyes!â sheâs so quick to answer itâs almost cute. once your hand moves back to her waist, her body falls forward again. keeping herself up on her elbows, her fists tighten around the bedsheet.
âbeg for it then, avatar Korraâ youâve been teasing and edging her for almost an hour, to the point where hot tears are streaming down her cheeks and coherent thoughts have left her brain.
the honorific, falling from your venom tinted lips, felt so degrading. Korra rolled her hips back against your pelvis.
your bodies were now moving in perfect synch, hers grinding against you and your pushing the toy harder inside of her with each measured thrust.
âplease baby, i needâmphhhââ abruptly, her strength fails her and Korra falls face first into a soft pillow. The next words come out muffled and nearly indecipherable. âpphleathe lâmme chmphâ
âlook at you, big strong Avatar begging so prettyâ your fingers close around the back of her neck, pulling her by the shorter hair there, sticking to her damp skin. Korra gasps, breathlessly mouthing a fuck you.
you attempt to sound wounded, you really do, but it comes out wily instead: âoh no, doll, you donât wanna do thatâ
The palm previously placed on her side slides up her sternum to squeeze her boob, pinching the stiff nipple with your sharp nails.Â
Hips failing to cease their movements, the Avatar can only hope for your mercy.Â
ââm sorryâŠp-please baby let meââ sheâs out of breath, strength and attitude. sheâs eager to please, and for you to let her reach her long awaited climax.Â
yet, you refuse to relent. drawing slow circles down her belly, you whisper into her ear: âwhoâs my pretty slut, mh?â
eyes rolling back, Korraâs throat releases a desperate whimper. Before shame can creep up on her though, your hand closes around her neck. âanswer meâ you demand, squeezing lightly.Â
A curse is barely audible through her gritted teeth: ââm your prettyâaaaahâ s-slutâ
the muscles of her strong back glisten under the candlelight and for a moment you become painfully aware of your own arousal making its way down your inner thighs.Â
the harness clings to your skin, digging marks into it. itâs almost enough to be uncomfortable, but the way Korra tilts her head to try and look at you makes every bruise worth it: her mouth hangs open, the filthiest sound coming out and her cheeks are stained by dried tears. you grin at her, still utterly devoted to erasing any remaining weight of responsibility from her mind.Â
âgood girl.â Soft fingertips circling her clit, you fully smile against her shoulder: âyou can cum â
like clockwork, her body follows the command before her brain even registers it. every single muscle in Korra shakes involuntarily. her orgasms washes over her with the force of a tidal wave and she welcomes it, chanting your name until she runs out of breath.Â
The Avatar collapses onto the mattress with a loud thud, thoroughly spent. you follow soon after, lying next to her. stroking your fingers through her damp hair, you mutter âmy perfect girlâ under your breath. her big, beautiful puppy eyes shoot open to look at you, a bright smile warming your heart.Â
âcâmereâ you coo, arms opening to welcome her to rest on your chest.Â












