Tribe Tradition, Too 🔥🎐(The Legend of Korra)
A/N: This was a charity commission for Laughs for Lives by @ultimatelee19!
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Mako is dragged to Air Temple Island. Korra and the girls want to play a game. (as seen in the title, this is a spiritual successor to Tribe Tradition, an oldie but still a favorite....)
Makorra fic- lee!Mako, ler!Korra. Ikki and Jinora appear briefly as lers. This fic contains prominent mentions & display of burping + armpits, raspberry focus, and tickling that is implied to be "ruthless"
"I can't believe I scored the Avatar."
Mako smiled. Thinking back, "scored" wasn't the best way to word it. It was just what Bolin said. But the firebender couldn't help but feel that way. She was as amazing as she constantly boasted she was, and had a fighting spirit to boot. What a woman.
"Right. But did you really want to come with me to Air Temple Island today? Might be a little boring for you." Korra retorted, holding onto Mako's hand. Still, she couldn't deny the joy she felt from those idle moments where they'd go places together just because. He didn't have to attend any trivial Avatar events, but he did anyway. For her. The duo sat inside an idyllic gazebo, just slightly dappled by the sunlight while a cool island breeze blew in.
"Air Temple Island is not boring!" Ikki, Tenzin's youngest airbending daughter pouted in her shrill voice– as she did.
"Yeah! It's nice here, you know... You could go inside and have some tea! Or hang out with the little guys. Just spitballing here." defended Jinora, who allowed a couple of flying lemur to perch up to her as she immersed herself in the rest of the book she was reading.
Mako smiled. "I'm just going to hang back while Korra practices airbending. Those pro-bending matches can really take a toll on you."
For some reason, Ikki couldn't help but to refute this claim. Boring? He wouldn't dare. Deciding that Mako needed to be convinced, the devilish smirk on her cherubic face showed that she had an idea.
"Let's play a game!"
"Sounds nice. But I'd hate to leave Korra out of it." Mako lied, wanting a bit of time to himself. "Maybe tomorrow, girls."
"Pleeaaaaaase?" Ikki pleaded.
"I mean... Alright." he hesitated, letting them have their way.
"Yayyy! Jinora! Tell Daddy to tell Korra to play with us!"
"It's something Daddy's daddy used to play on his birthday!" Ikki chimed.
Jinora walked over, hearing tell of the conversation. "A tickling game."
Mako froze. Tickling and Korra were a lethal combination. Sure, he had briefly experienced her wrath through spontaneous raspberries to the stomach and sneak-attacks where she'd pin him down, but an entire game was something entirely new. The firebender knew that Ikki and Jinora had no idea they had just let an evil spirit into the physical world.
The older Airbender girl continued her explanation with a slight devious inflection to her voice. "The rules are simple. Your age determines the minutes you have. It's either a couple minutes of this…" Jinora plunged her hands into Mako's sides, manouvering her fingers up and down his grey tunic. His sharply edged eyebrows softened as he laughed, clutching his torso as uncharacteristic pitchy wheezing escaped him.
"Or this!" Ikki ran over to Mako's stomach and blew a raspberry above the fabric of his clothing, enough to cause him to cover his stomach and almost double over, but nothing lethal. "Since it isn't your birthday, we'll just do how old you are now. How old are you, anyway? Thirty? Fifty? A bajillion?"
"I'm eighteen… Alright. I'll take this challenge." he gristled. The kids were fine. Their small scribbles were something he could easily shrug off. But Korra? That was an entirely different obstacle. He knew her touch. Rough yet calculated, as a result of extensive bending training from both masters and pro-benders. Being good with her hands wasn't only limited to her combat, but also rough-housing- including tickling.
Usually she'd let up after a while, but Ikki and Jinora gave her incentive. Incentive to destroy him. Immediately, he regretted his descision in entrusting his most ticklish areas to his strong, capable Avatar girlfriend.
At least he got to pick how he'd be going down. Both options did not sound appealing.
"Sounds fun." Korra smirked, an evil the two younglings couldn't register present in her statement. "So, handsome, what's your pick?"
Mako froze. He stared coldly at his girlfriend, overwhelmed by the power of a choice that would soon take hold of him. "Both sound just as-"
"Both!?" Ikki lit up.
"Oh, you know what this means." Jinora replied smugly. Korra felt excitement at the vaguely vicious response.
"I don't know. What does it mean?" suggested Korra. "Surely not that he wants both?" Approaching Mako while smiling sweetly yet smugly at him, she pinned him down onto the floor before the girls could officially start the game by holding his arms up.
Almost carnally, she undid his waistband to reveal his torso, gripping his wrists in a vice with one hand, and rotating her finger around in his belly button with another. Korra laughed along with Mako, who helplessly wheezed and whined in her grip.
"Kgh-Korraaa! Hahahah-haha thahahahat's not faiiiiIIIEEER!!" He protested as his face turned away- he couldn't face her despite her intent on looking him directly in the eye.
"Hey! That's not how you start!" Ikki whined.
"Deal with it!" Korra taunted, continuing her eighteen-minute mischief. Her left pointer finger drew teasing patterns around Mako's abdominals, before dipping back into his navel and expanding into a spiderlike claw. Her actions were unrelenting, unable to be stopped by even the organisers of the game.
Mako couldn't take the feeling- it was like the sensation had taken hold of his body by force. He shook and pleaded- begging through chopped-up "pleases" as she ruthlessly dipped in and out. The sight was slightly scary to the young Airbenders, who fled in intimidation to partake in another game- perhaps something calmer with less shrieking, like feeding the sky bison, and much to Mako's chagrin, the game went on without them.
"No-no-nonononoget ouhout of there PLEASEEEheheHEEHEEE!!" he whimpered, his voice cracking at the last bargaining word. Korra nodded, raising her singular finger away from his stomach to earn him a millisecond of temporary relief. Her hands were full tying his arms together with his waistband while she used both of her hands to tickle Mako's armpits.
"You ready?" taunted Korra.
"Why do you insist on torturing me like this." he managed to quip amidst the lingering tingles.
"Too bad! I'm ready." Korra stated, sadistically scratching away at the hollows, causing Mako to shrivel up and struggle to escape the situation (which would be against the rules- but Korra's actions were absoultely unfair). He moved his body away from her in a failed attempt to guard himself which was met by a ruffling of his swooped-up hair in a noogie.
"You-yohou stink, KorrahaHAHAH! You're chehEEeating!"
"Do I?" The Avatar jokingly shoved her armpit into his face. Mako turned away, but that resulted in her getting much more persistent than before. Moving her arm alongside his face, she made sure to exact every drop of revenge from that offhand comment. "Do I now?"
"Yeahah, I saihaid it, so there! Gehehet out! Get ohohohout-heheheheHAHAH!!" The pleading intensified with the techniques on his armpits, and the annoying chokeholds and incessantly proud display of Korra's sweat made the tickling harder to bear. He could do it, though. For the love of the game, and for his girlfriend. Despite suffering for it, it was quite invigorating to see her strength translate into such matters as tickling him. It certainly didn't feel invigorating in any sense, though. If anything it was more like she was toying with his senses by breaking down his walls of stoicity.
Korra's technique seemed to be especially effective on him, as she could poke and play at his armpits, switching the pressure on them with one hand, while the other would be teasing him through pushing down on his head or tickling slightly at his neck or again, shoving her armpit into his face. He seemed to be about to break, and this was even before the dreaded eighteen raspberries.
The minutes were excruciatingly long for Mako, yet far too short for Korra. She seized them in every way she could, such as by threateningly wiggling her fingers above her boyfriend's stomach then having them land on his ribs, which she then counted very, very slowly ("One… two… three… Recount! One…"). There was not a spot on his upper body that was left untouched, including his sides, which her fingers climbed up and down, eliciting giggles when lightly glided over and loud, wailing laughter when pressed on. She even switched her position from straddling his waist to straddling his arms, letting her hollows dangle over him while she worked over his shoulderblades and ribs, before switching back and lightly tickling over his hipbones.
"HahahHAHAHA-heh-AAAh-HAAHAHA-HauGH!- Ghh- How long until you're done, you-"
"Only ten seconds." Korra answered, and a sigh of relief escaped Mako. "Ten…"
Korra began to count down. With each number, she savored a new spot before the imminent delivery of raspberries she had been saving her breath for.
"Nine…" She squeezed Mako's lower sides, tauntingly maintaining eye contact at him while he writhed and wiggled away to shake her off.
"Nnngh- Gghah! HaahahaKOHOHORRAAAAA!!!"
"Eiiiight…" she stated smugly, spidering across his entire torso, briefly dipping her hands into his armpits before continuing to release a barrage of nimble fingers across the surface. "Having fun down there, cool guy?"
"You're hahaving more fun than me- Ahahaha, stooooop!" He struggled to avoid her quick movements in his precarious position, where he was unable to take hold of her hands and get revenge as usual.
"Seven…" Korra focused her attention on diving her hands into his shirt, tickling his stomach and ribs. Her fingers were seen wriggling quickly just below the fabric. Mako tried to bite and bump them away with his head while she only laughed at his attempt.
"Ahahaha- Hhah- you jehhe-just like my body that much, huh-HEEEEEK! KorranotAGAIN!!--" His banter was immediately interrupted by a tiny tornado which situated itself in his belly button, created through the Avatar's airbending. Her smug grin persisted as she used her free hand to tickle his stomach in a claw-like motion.
"Six… Five… Four…" She continued to bend gusts of wind that slid under the crevice of his shirt, causing his back to arch upwards. The silky feeling packed a surprising punch, and Korra knew. She gazed directly into his eyes, her control expertly evil. Wind feathered under his arms and across his abs, causing Mako to choke out in strained laughter.
"Ahahairbending is- eee! It's ehehevil!" he squealed uncharacteristically.
"Three…" Korra ceased her bending to focus both hands on scribbling her fingers roughly on his upper thighs and knees.
"Two…" She wiggled her fingers above him to build anticipation, then jammed the digits into his sides.
"One!" Her fingers stalled, leaving Mako laying on the floor, unable to rub the lingering sensations away from his skin. However she remained sitting squarely on his legs.
"So, d-do you stop now? Please tell me you're not doing-"
No reply-- only a devious snicker. Without warning, Korra quickly craned her face down onto Mako's stomach, preparing a gusty inhale which then manifested in a rapturous raspberry. Mako squealed loudly, his knees knocking Korra in the head.
"NAAAAAHahahah, HHA-HiiIhonestlydon'tknowwhatIexpected- HNGHHHHAAAh!" Mako screamed as the next raspberry hit his stomach. He could feel the vigorous pulsation of her cheeks from her lips, and could only watch as she drew in yet another massive inhale using her fairly impressive lung capacity.
"Only two out of eighteen and you're howling like an owl wolf. Oh, wait- make that three." Another raspberry came, this one deliberately drawn out just to show off the fact that she could.
Korra's hubristic acts continued. "Four, five…" Long, loud raspberries were unleashed on Mako's sides. His laughter grew silent, bouts of wheezing occasionally audible. Raspberries number six, seven and eight climbed up his torso, as the Avatar's attacks reached up from his lower ribs to his upper ribs, just near his armpits. Mako managed to whine her name accross her bouts of mischief.
Nine, ten, and eleven lingered on his armpits. They were an area that was rarely explored, but the wealth of loud laughter that came from them showed Korra that her focus on the spot was well-rewarded. Twelve came crashing down on his left armpit, drawn out thanks to her ability to control the air she released.
"HAHhahhKorra! Korra, please-"
"Thirteen…" Korra drew her face agonizingly slowly towards Mako's stomach.
"Just do it, why don't you?"
Mako's prayers were unfortunately answered, as the long buildup to the unlucky thirteenth raspberry had paid off massively. The fourteenth which came after that provided him no reprieve. His laughter grew fully silent, as Korra decided to unfortunately up the ante by kneading into his sides.
"Fifteen!" She blew another raspberry, dodged by Mako's swift wriggle away. That didn't stop sixteen, an unavoidable quick burst amidst his ribs, and seventeen, a long burst on the side of his neck. Eighteen was yet to come, and Korra made it obvious and dramatic by dangling her fingers deviously above his face.
"Ready, birthday boy?" Korra teased. Mako gulped. Clearly he wasn't, evident by his shaky grin. The Avatar took this as an incentive to dive down, eyes shut and lips pursed to deliver the final blow. It was catastrophic. The raspberry erupted and echoed acroiss the gazebo while Mako struggled away from her, tears showing through peals of exhausted laughter. Giggles and wheezes kept spilling out of him even when she let go.
"Eighteen." Korra stated, looking into his exhausted, flushed face in a manner that apperead both loving and triumphant. "You holding up okay down there?"
"Not after all that… You're a horrible Avat-" Korra shut him up with a long kiss.
"Consider it a birthday present." she said, smiling slightly at her sensitive lover.
"I think I like this more than the last thing. Thank goodness it's over." Instead of appreciating the sentiment, Korra decided to burp directly in his face in mock dismissance.
"Hey! What the-"
"And this is for calling me a horrible Avatar." She stood up, looking down at him with a smirk while he was collapsed onto the ground from exhaustion.
"Wanna play again?"
