Legend of Korra team Avatar with a mute or deaf partner
Request by @ultravioletqueen
Korra
- Loves to make you laugh, whether it's a loud laugh or just an exhale of breath she loves to do it as much as possible. She thinks your laugh is adorable.
- Korra knows a lot of sign language but is working at becoming fluent because she wants to be able to communicate with you to the fullest extent. She also finds it extremely useful in her Avatar duty as it opens her up to the non-verbal and non-hearing community.
- Arguments are really funny because Korra loves to provoke people and verbally argue when angry but you don't take the bait and can easily block her out. You can also non-verbally argue much better than she can so get your way most of the time.
- You balance each other out well as Korra is always pretty rash, loud and aggressive whereas you take more time to process words and behaviour. As a result Korra has learned to be calmer from you but will also react on your behalf if someone is ever being rude.
- You communicate a lot through your bending. Korra is pretty much an expert at bending forms and you both get a lot from sparring together.
- Gets you to read all her Avatar speeches because you're a lot better at communicating than her.
- Loves showing off her Avatar powers to impress you. You used to do weights together but that turned out to be a bad idea because Korra would get too distracted trying to get you to check her out.
- You're very close to Tenzin and Korra's Republic City family as the air nation is the most inclusive nation and they understand your lifestyle. You love having game nights over at Air Temple island because 1. you and Korra crush it every time and 2. they all know sign language and so all night use your language rather than you having to adapt for them.
Bolin
- Very talkative, definitely talks enough for the both of you but importantly always looks for responses whether that's signing, nods, smiles or any preferred form of communication. He never talks at you but has a conversation with you
- Loves to learn more about your experience and the first time he met you he definitely bored all his friends with random facts he'd learnt for like a month.
- Refuses to ever let you apologise or feel odd for being different. He's always the first person to tell you you're beautiful and valid no matter if you're deaf or mute
- Will literally do anything if you ask him to. At first, Bolin would need a few helpful hints at how he can change his behaviour to be more inclusive but he'd always be receptive to any suggestion you gave him.
- Bolin really struggles to use sign language but attends classes and practices every day. You actually really love helping him learn because Bolin never gets frustrated or annoyed. He just tries again and his reaction when he gets it is wonderful.
- The only thing that annoys him is Pabu listens to you more than him. He can be calling him for ages but all you have to do is gently stamp your foot and he comes running.
- Always notices you. You met when he was a pro-bender and there could be hundreds of fans screaming his name but his eyes will always go straight to you and a smile from you is enough to put him in a good mood for hours.
Asami
- Extremely attentive, to the extent you just have to make a face or look at her and she can guess from the situation what you need.
- Would probably invent you tons of cool contraptions just to make your life easier e.g. a bed that shakes when your alarm goes off or a machine that communicates for you in public.
- Asami learned sign language in like a week after she met you, she's just that good.
- She never presumes to answer for you just because you're mute/deaf. She always lets you answer when someone asks a question and only jumps in if you ask her to. She knows you are capable and never patronises you.
- Teaches you how to play pai sho and instantly regrets it. While she can usually read you well there's no deciphering your poker face and her cries of protest just make you smirk.
- Loves treating you to gifts and surprises. Asami is rich af and so you receive amazing personalised presents at every special occasion.
- She seems really strong on the outside but is more vulnerable and soft with you. You're her support system and she comes to you whenever she's stressed or nervous about something. You're an excellent shoulder to cry on and she values your advice over anyone else's.
- Similarly you also feel you can show your weaknesses around Asami. Being different you often felt like you had to always prove you were just as good as a non-deaf/non-mute person to be worthy. With Asami it's not like that, she makes you realise you're already perfect which helps you laugh more when you do make mistakes. For example one day Asami got a call from your neighbours because you were blasting music without realising how loud it was. When she rushed home to tell you, you both found it hilarious and it became a running joke between you.
Mako
- Protective, when you go out in public he makes you walk on the inside of the street in case a car comes too close and you can't hear it/don't realise.
- Isn't a naturally noisy or talkative person so really likes the quiet and doesn't struggle adjusting at all. He actually gets overwhelmed when he leaves your home at how noisy people are.
- Decides the non-verbal and non-hearing community need better treatment so meets with Beifong about having all officers learn sign language. Mako himself is of course fluent in sign language and the two of you have tons of shortcuts and signs the two of you invented yourself.
- Finds it easier to open up to you than other people. Mako has never been good with words and so he finds a freedom in communicating with you. You know more about him than anyone else does.
- Only introduces you to his friends after you've been dating a while not because he's nervous for them to meet you but because he's nervous for you to meet them! He considers himself pretty lucky to have met you and doesn't want them to scare you off. So he's overly cautious but when you do meet them of course you all get along great. Mako was worried for nothing.
- Learns to read the micro-expressions and body language you convey. According to Mako you have ten different types of smiles, he loves your really big smile but his favourite is your small embarrassed smile when he catches you doing something cute and he loves complimenting you on it.
- Mako has never been an animal person but you convince him to get a cat and he loves the thing! You name her Sheddy Shin because she sheds so much hair which Mako finds hilarious (you call her shed for short).
got no validation on the last one but i am here again with another angsty mako snippet
She leans in to kiss you, and something in your brain stutters. Your heart starts pounding. All you can think about are their lips and teeth digging into your flesh, devouring you. Back when you were too small, too helpless, too pathetic to do anything else but grovel for money. Anything to keep you and Bolin fed and safe for one more night. Korra deepens the kiss, and you don’t smell her soft musky scent, but the overpowering pungent stink of sweaty, unwashed bodies and stale alcohol. Your heart pounds and you jerk away.
Korra looks at you, big blue eyes hurt and confused. The noodles, you mumble, not meeting her gaze. You can’t look into her eyes and see betrayal and hurt on her face. They’re gonna burn. I should go check on them. You make your excuse and flee to the stove, so you don’t have to look at her. You can feel her eyes on you, picking you apart and analyzing you in that way that she does, as if she can see right through you, right down to the dark dirty disgusting corners of your soul.
It amazes you how she keeps coming back. How she keeps thinking you’re worthwhile, you’re someone worthy of her attention and concern. If she knew any of it… If she knew the real you, the things you’ve seen. Fuck, the things you’ve done… She’d run away and never look back.
Warnings: general descriptions of sex below the “NSFW” heading
A/N: Hi I can’t help myself I am a simp for this man
Masterlist
SFW
When you two first met, he was nervous. (He admits this to you when you’ve been together for a few months). You just didn’t realize because he’s very good at hiding behind his charming, witty ways, and you were too distracted by your own nerves.
Though looking back, you remembered a moment where you outwitted him and he fumbled over his words.
You two don’t make a whole ton of money in your respective jobs, but when he has some extra cash, he’s surprising you with your favorite food.
After you both have long days at work, you both don’t mind eating dinner together in a comfortable silence. You two can just be silent around each other without it being awkward.
Though, if you’re in a chatty mood, he enjoys listening to you talk about your day, especially if something excites you.
In general, physical touch is important to him.
I’ve said it before, but he expresses himself through touch most, placing a hand on the small of your back or holding your hand. That’s his way of letting him know that he loves you.
Though he won’t hesitate to say it or express his feelings when the situation calls for it.
Perhaps he’ll just look into your eyes and say that he loves you or is happy that you’re in his life.
Weekend morning cuddles are your favorite. He’s always on the go and working hard, but you convinced him to relax every once in a while.
NSFW
He has a high sex drive. Definitely the type to go all night when the mood strikes him.
Making you cum is probably one of his favorite things to do. He wants you to cum first/multiple times because he’s always thinking of others before himself.
But honestly the faces you make when you’re lost in pleasure, especially the pleasure he’s giving to you, is the best thing to him.
Even though he’s bossy af in bed, he won’t do things that you dislike. Whenever you try anything new, he makes sure you know that you can use your safe word any time.
Depending on the mood you’re both in, picture him teasing you or saying the sweetest shit.
If he’s feeling sadistic, he’s teasing you for being eager and wet while making you wait to cum.
If he’s feeling sweet, he’s telling you how beautiful you are and how good you make him feel.
You two both have hot and rough sex and sometimes slow and passionate sex, and everything in between.
A birthday fic for the wonderful @jaanii! Hope you enjoy <3
There’s not much to like about the slums of Republic City. Winters are freezing, and there’s only so warm you can be in a tiny apartment with no fireplace. And there’s almost never enough to eat, no matter what season it is.
But in the summer, it’s all just a little more bearable. You see, street-lamps aren’t always properly lit, and when that happens, you can see the stars as clearly as you please.
Mako Shen thought they were beautiful from his bedroom window.
“Mako,” his father called from his own room just across the hall, “are you asleep?”
“Yeah,” Mako shouted back, giggling, before clapping a hand over his mouth. But it was too late: thundering footsteps echoed through the door and probably through the wall. The door slowly creaked open, and there stood San Shen, barely hiding a smile.
“Are you sure?”
Mako looked down bashfully. “No,” he admitted, suddenly finding the carpet very interesting.
There was a moment of awkward silence, as San made his way to the window. His smile grew and grew, until even the little boy could see it spreading.
“You don’t have school tomorrow, do you?”
“Nope.”
“Well then,” he said, lifting Mako up to the windowsill, “I think it’s ok if you stay up for just a few more minutes.”
Even through the glass, the stars were as brilliant to Mako as if they were right next to his face. Little pinpoints of glimmering golden light seemed to dance across the inky black sky, reflecting in his father’s eyes like green-black mirrors. It was mesmerizing, even from such a great distance.
“Dad?”
“Mm?”
“What are those three stars in a line?”
San smiled down at his little boy’s astonishment. “In Ba Sing Se,” he said, “we used to call them the Waiting Warriors.”
“How come?”
“Because the soldiers would always stand at the city gates in groups of three, and they would stand in a straight line-” he stood, making the best salute he could with a child in his arms- “Just like that.”
Mako giggled. “And how about that one? What did you call that back in Ba Sing Se?”
“The triangle with the two little things coming out of it?”
“Yeah.”
“That was the Little Harp.”
“‘Cause it looks like a shùqín, right?”
“Exactly.”
Mako’s eyelids were growing heavy, though San knew he’d rather die than admit to being tired. Still, he could tell- the allure of spending a night in his father’s arms was nigh-irresistible to little Mako.
“What about the one that looks like… like a…” he pointed his finger up to the very top of the sky.
“Like a pot?”
“Yeah,” he said, bringing down his hand. “What’d you call that in Ba Sing Se?”
San chuckled to himself, laying Mako down in his bed with only the quietest of protests.
“I don’t think we had a name for that one,” he whispered, as Mako’s eyes finally closed. “You’ll have to come up with one yourself, won’t you?”
Congrats on 1k!!! Can you do number 9 from 50 cliché promts and tropes with mako x reader? :)
MAKO + “there’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling”
⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛
“Well, this is... unfortunate.”
“It’s unacceptable.” You glanced at Mako, who was visibly irritated. “First Beifong only approves one room because of ‘budget cuts,’ and now we’re expected to share a bed?”
“Relax, tough guy. I’m sure it was just a booking error. I’ll go talk to the receptionist.” You left your partner and your bag in the room with the single large bed against the wall to go downstairs and sort out the mistake. You gave the man at the desk your friendliest smile as you approached.
“Hello again,” the man said, looking up at you. “Is there a problem with the room?”
“Yes, actually. We should’ve been booked for a room with two beds but there’s only one. Could we be moved somewhere else?” You tried to sound as amicable as possible as you spoke, hoping the employee would oblige.
He flipped through the large book of records in front of him and traced his finger down a page. “Ah, yes! You reserved a double. So sorry about that—let me see what else is available.” You watched as he flipped through again, mumbling to himself. Your smile faltered a little when he frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“It appears everything else is filled for the night. I’m terribly sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.” The man eyed you as if expecting you to blow up at him, but you just sighed and tightened your smile.
“Ah, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Thank you for checking, though.”
Mako was not gonna be happy.
“You’re joking,” he deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest. You dropped down to sit on the edge of the problematic bed itself. “Are you and Beifong trying to pull a prank or something?”
You stared up at him. “Beifong? A prank? Really?”
“Okay, no,” he huffed. “But you’re kidding, right?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you think it’s funny to inconvenience me?”
“I don’t know what to tell you, Mako.”
“Tell me you’re joking.”
“I’m not joking.”
He groaned and threw himself in the threadbare armchair in the corner of the room. “Great, just what I needed,” he grumbled to himself.
“Hey, I’m not exactly thrilled about this either!” You rolled your eyes. “If you’re gonna freak out about it you can take the bed and I’ll just... sleep on the floor or something.”
“No, no. You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“How noble,” you laughed. “You’re the one who has a problem sleeping with me. Take the bed.”
“I—” His cheeks tinged a slight pink that didn’t escape your notice. “I don’t have a problem.”
“You sure seem to.”
“I shared a blanket with Bolin on the street for most of my childhood.”
“You must be getting spoiled with that detective salary if you can’t rough it for one night and share a bed with your favorite partner. Going soft?”
You grinned when he glared at you. “Why are you torturing me?”
“You’re easy to torture.” You stood up to rifle through your bag. “And it’s fun.”
“I’m requesting a partner transfer when we finish this assignment,” he muttered, making you bark out a laugh.
“You wouldn’t, you’re too attached now.” You straightened up with your arms full of toiletries and clean clothes. “I’m gonna go wash up so I can pass out. Early day tomorrow, and all. Catchin’ bad guys, kickin’ ass, takin’ names.”
“Uh-huh.” A small smile finally graced his handsome face for the first time since arriving at the inn. “I’ll be here keeping watch—y’know, for the bad guys.”
Once you’d scrubbed off the long day of travel and changed into clean, comfortable clothes you reentered the main room to see Mako studying the files for the case the two of you were working. His eyebrows were set into a furrow as he read through it and chewed at the inside of his cheek absently. You watched him for a few more moments once you settled down onto the worn but comfortable mattress. Something in the papers seemed to perplex him as he wrinkled his nose and flipped back a few pages. Suddenly, his warm orange eyes flicked up to meet yours.
“Why are you staring at me?” he asked with a small frown.
You shrugged. “Trying to figure out if that smell is the room or just you.”
His frown deepened. “Uncalled for.”
You hummed noncommitally and snuggled down between the sheets. “Go clean up so I can sleep.”
“I’m not stopping you,” he said, snapping the file shut and rising from the chair.
“I gotta keep watch, remember? Bad guys,” you murmured despite your heavy eyelids. Mako shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom. The gentle, steady sound of running water lulled you into a drifting sleep after only a few minutes.
You roused slightly when Mako returned, shuffling around the room followed by curling steam and the smell of his soap from the bathroom. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter and tried to fall back asleep until you felt him grab a pillow off the other side of the bed. Rolling onto your side you sleepily looked up at him.
“What are you doing?” you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” He stood next to a blanket on the floor with the pillow in his hand, dressed in a clean white shirt and loose pants. “I was just getting set up over here.”
You squinted at the pillow he held while your tired mind tripped over itself trying to catch up. “What?”
“I told you I’d sleep on the floor,” he said, gesturing to his makeshift sleeping area.
You blinked slowly at him. “Mako.”
“Yeah?”
“Get in the bed.”
“But—”
“I wasn’t asking,” you interrupted. “Come. To. Bed.”
He flushed lightly and opened and closed his mouth a couple times before looking down at his pillow he srill gripped. “I—I don’t want to make you... uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable?” you repeated blankly and he nodded. “I put my life in your hands every day, Mako. I trust you, probably more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. You’re not gonna make me uncomfortable. In fact, I’d be a thousand times more comfortable with you up here than on the floor.”
“Okay, okay,” he relented, finally moving back towards the bed. “You’ve made your point.”
“Good.” You closed your eyes again and yawned loudly. “The mattress is big enough we can both stay on our sides, no big deal. You need to rest well so I know you’re alert enough to save my ass tomorrow and sleeping on the floor does not reassure me.”
“I already agreed, you don’t need to keep working at me.” Mako carefully slid into the sheets, being almost calculating in how close he could stay to the edge without falling off. Even with the considerable empty space between you, you could still feel his familiar warmth seeping into your tired muscles.
“‘M a detective, can’t help it.”
“Go to sleep. You’ll have plenty of time to harass me in the morning.”
“You know you love me.”
If only you knew, he thought to himself as you slipped back into your dreamland.
The first thing you noticed upon regaining consciousness was the thumping rhythm next to your ear. The next thing you noticed was how warm you felt, despite the sheets being tangled down around your feet. You turned your head and buried your face into your pillow, inhaling deeply.
Soap. And smoke.
Hold on. You lifted your head up slowly and blinked blearily, taking in where you were as your brain whirred back to life.
Not your pillow. Mako—his chest, more specifically. Your eyes trailed down to where your bodies were pressed together in a tangle of limbs. The arm wrapped around you ended in fingers pressing into your waist. Your thigh was hiked up around his hip and his knee was slotted between your legs. You looked up at his face to see he was still sound asleep, lips parted as he breathed slowly.
You sat up all the way and his hand on your waist flopped down onto the bed. “Mako.”
He snorted and gave no other response.
“Mako,” you hissed, smacking his chest lightly. Without opening his eyes, he grabbed your hand and yanked you back down.
“Don’ hit me,” he grumbled, lips brushing your forehead as he spoke. “‘M sleepin’.”
Your face was starting to burn. “Well, wake up!”
He cracked one eye open to peer down at you and closed it again with a sniff. All at once it seemed to hit him and his eyes flew open as he shot upwards, knocking you to the side. You groaned as he launched himself out of the bed and onto his feet.
“What time is it?!” he barked.
“I don’t know!”
He whipped his head around to look at the clock on the bedside table. He made a small noise of panic and snatched it up as if getting a closer look would change the reading it gave.
“Fuck, we’re late!”
thank you for the request! i hope you enjoyed it! it ended up being way longer than i thought it would be lol. i guess i’ll tag my atla list and the people who wanted to be tagged in my full mako fic lol
Summary: Mako and reader say 'I love you' to each other for the first time.
Word Count: 663
Reader is gender neutral
a/n: hey, everyone! this one's a bit short and it wasn't even requested but i've been feeling a bit meh lately and came up with this. i'll start posting more recently from now on, sorry for the long unwanted hiatus!
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You hated being alone in your apartment. You had a roommate and the two of you respected each others' space, but even when you spent time by yourself, you knew they were there if you wanted some company.
But sometimes your roommate would spend some days at their boyfriend's house, leaving you all by yourself.
Everything was perfect until the night came and it was time to go to bed. You were used to being around someone when it came to domestic situations and you grew up that way too, so it was hard to be alone.
You and Mako had been friends for quite a while and even had been dating for a few months, and he obviously knew how you felt, so he'd always try to spend time with you or invite you to do things with the rest of your friends, too.
This time, your roommate left for almost a week. You spent some days with Asami, you loved having sleepovers with her and you always had a great time with her. But you'd have to go back home eventually, even if the idea sounded completely horrible.
You arrived at your place in the afternoon, already thinking of what you would make for dinner that night. The last few days had been a bit difficult and every single thought you had exhausted you, even the slightest thing was way too much.
Suddenly, you heard someone knocking on your door and immediately got out of your thoughts. You walked towards the door and when you asked who was it, you heard Mako's voice on the other side.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" You asked once you'd opened the door.
"I brought some dinner," he lifted a bag that he had in his hand, and you realized he also had a backpack with him. "And I also figured you'd want some company so I guess we're having a sleepover."
You smiled at his words and slightly wrapped your arms around his neck before letting him in.
Having someone like him in your life made you feel very lucky. He always knew what to do to make you feel better, he was very sweet and sometimes you couldn't believe that he was your boyfriend.
The two of you had dinner and then got ready to go to bed. You were exhausted and he was really tired, too, so you knew it wouldn't take long for both of you to fall asleep.
"Can I turn off the lights?"
"Yeah, sure. Could you turn on the one on the nightstand, please?" He did as you asked and then he got in the bed, waiting for you to do the same.
Once you got under the covers, you immediately rested your head in his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. "Thank you for coming."
"You don't have to thank me, baby. I love spending time with you," he kissed your forehead and started caressing your back.
"It still means a lot to me," you whispered.
There was a brief silence between you two, and you even thought he'd fallen asleep until you heard him again.
"I love you, (Y/N)," he murmured. You could feel how fast his heart was beating and you moved your head slightly to look at him. "I really love you."
You couldn't help but smile. You two had never said those words to each other yet, and even though sometimes you'd show your love for each other with actions, hearing him say that made you feel so happy.
"I love you, too, Mako," you said back. "I'm so lucky to have you by my side."
He kissed your nose and then your forehead again. You could tell he was smiling, which made you smile as well.
You two stayed there for a few minutes, and then you realized he'd fallen asleep. You relaxed your body and closed your eyes, finally feeling at peace with his arms around you.
Notes: Y’all... I truly don’t know what it is about these LOK boys that is making me write again after two fucking years. But here we are. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I’m enjoying the will to write again. // Also, shoutout to my dear friend @henrysmorgan for prompting me with the trope: “friends training together but the sexual tension can be cut with a knife, and when one gets pinned under the other, they make out.” // Please feel free to send in requests for Mako and Iroh II if you’ve got ‘em! As per usual, I don’t guarantee that they’ll be written, due to my weak creativity / will to write, but I’m hoping some requests for them will help inspire me.
After meeting Mako and Bolin when you and the eldest brother were both twelve, you formed a close bond with the boys, the three of you all living as orphans in the streets of Republic City. You didn’t really have any friends before losing your family – none close enough to stick with you after you were forced into homelessness, that is – so their companionship was more than welcomed, and greatly appreciated. Being that they’d been at it longer than you, they taught you all kinds of ways to steal, trick, and hustle to make money, and they were always looking out for you – Mako especially. He had always been the most protective over you. He never failed to stand in between you and anyone threatening you (which happened relatively often, considering how often you guys stole stuff), he beat the crap out of your boyfriend that cheated on you when you were sixteen, and you’d never forget how he threw an absolute fit when you said you wanted to join them in working with the Triple Threat Triad. You were both twenty now, but his protectiveness remained the same.
The way Mako watched over you really did not help the crush on him that you’d harbored since the day you met him, but you constantly forced those romantic thoughts into the back of your mind, always telling yourself that he saw you as nothing more than a good friend.
Little did you know, the broody firebender felt the exact same way about you.
Coincidentally, it was Mako’s aforementioned protective nature that led to your current situation: standing together in Toza's gym, practicing your fighting skills.
“Remind me again why you’ve forced me to be here, in the morning on my day off?” you whined, adjusting the fingerless gloves on your hands.
“Look, I know this isn’t exactly the best way to spend a Saturday, but it feels like the world is getting more and more dangerous by the second. You’re a great bender, but you never got much practice with hand-to-hand, and it can come in handy sometimes, so I want to make sure to get you brushed up on it.”
“I never got much practice with it because you always fought everybody for me,” you quipped, crossing your arms and staring accusingly at Mako.
The white tank top he wore was quickly becoming your favorite attire of his. It kept his muscular arms free for your viewing pleasure, and the tight fabric clung to his toned torso. The slight sweat he’d worked up during your sparring session shone on his forehead, although he quickly wiped it away with the back of his arm.
Spirits, you really needed to stop thinking about your best friend like that.
“You know I’ve always got to protect my best girl,” Mako retorted, shooting you a small smile.
Well, he certainly wasn’t helping.
“Now, get into your fighting stance again,” Mako ordered, and you did as he bade you, fists up and ready.
The two of you stared at one another for a few moments, standing a few feet apart, unsure of who would be the first to make a move. Mako had been the first to initiate all of your previous scraps today, so you quickly decided to be the first to do so this time. It caught him a little off guard, as you’d hoped, as you swung at him. Nonetheless, Mako managed to miss your attack, moving to the side to dodge your fist, before swinging at you himself. You dodged that too, and took his outstretched arm as an opening, sweeping his legs out from under him with your foot. He landed on the mat with a loud thud and an “oof,” and you immediately began to laugh triumphantly.
“Ha! You’re a damn good fighter, Mako, but you have to admit –”
The sly devil used your own tactic against you before you could finish your gloating, using his leg to knock you off your feet, causing you to crash down on the mat just as he had, and he immediately straddled your waist and pinned your arms above your head.
“Admit what?” Mako inquired, his tone cocky as could be while a smirk formed on his lips. Honestly, you were too floored by the position you two were currently in to give an equally-witty comeback, as you normally would, so he continued. “Always make sure your opponent is actually down for the count. There’s a difference between knocking someone down and knocking someone out, and that difference could cost you your life if you’re not careful.”
“Got it,” you managed to respond, and you desperately hoped that he hadn’t noticed the breathlessness in your voice.
The sparring session had come to a close, and the conversation was over, but… Mako didn’t move. He remained situated above you, staring down at you with those beautiful amber eyes of his. His face was expressionless, as per usual, and although you could typically still read him, you found yourself unable to at that moment. You simply continued to stare at one another, and before you could speak, Mako suddenly leaned down and kissed you.
Stupefied beyond comprehension, you froze for a half second, before returning the kiss with fervor. It was equal parts passionate and sweet, and although you’d dreamt of this moment for nearly a decade, it was somehow better than you could have ever imagined.
Mako broke the kiss, leaning up a bit so he could look at you. Your eyes met again, and you noticed that this time, his pupils were dilated, and the way he stared at you seemed to be awe mixed with hunger.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a really, really long time,” he admitted.
“Me too. What took you so long?” you teased, and Mako grinned a little.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“I was terrified of ruining our friendship if you didn’t return the feeling. Decided it wasn’t worth the risk,” you explained, and Mako nodded.
“That was what stopped me too. But I guess you never noticed all the times I failed miserably at hiding how I felt,” he stated, and your brows furrowed together with confusion. You definitely hadn’t ever noticed anything like that. “I couldn’t ever take my eyes off of you whenever you had to wear a skirt or tight slacks for work. My face would always get really red whenever you’d heal some of my wounds from pro-bending. And all the cold nights I’ve offered for you to share a bed with me wasn’t just out of kindness; it was honestly more so for selfish reasons.”
“Well… I guess you never noticed how I practically drool over you when you’re in your police uniform, or how it’s even worse when you’re wearing your workout clothes,” you retorted, sparing a glance down at his white tank top. “Also, I’m usually lying whenever I whine that I’m cold; I only do it because I know you’ll let me cuddle with you. And, while we’re making confessions: I didn’t insist on healing every little cut and scrape of yours because I was worried about you. That was just an excuse to touch you.”
“You’ve never needed to have an excuse to touch me,” Mako responded, and you noticed that his voice had gotten lower.
“Then unpin my hands and let me.”
With no hesitation, Mako did as you asked, and moved his hands to rest on either side of your head instead of on your wrists. In the blink of an eye, your hands darted into his hair and pulled him into another kiss. This one was far more hungry and desperate than the last, and after a few minutes, Mako rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him in a position that mirrored his previous stance. With your legs on either side of him, you leaned down, your chests pressed against one another, and you held his face in your hands. His hands rested on your waist, before trailing up your back and into your hair. Impulsively, you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth for a moment, and the action caused him to grip a fistful of your hair at the base of your scalp, earning a loud moan from you.
A low growl came from deep in Mako’s throat upon hearing you, and he tightened his grip on your hair in an attempt to elicit another such sound from you. You instantly moved your hands to his shoulders, digging your nails into them as he pulled your hair, and you could feel a small smirk form on his lips. He flipped the two of you over again, except this time, he was situated between your legs, your thighs resting on his hips. Mako’s hand remained in your hair, cradling the back of your head, and his other hand gripped your waist. Opting to give him a taste of his own medicine, you tangled your fingers in his hair once again, before gripping his black locks to turn his head to the side and trail kisses and light nips down his throat. This earned a groan from him, and he couldn’t help but instinctively grind himself into you, the sensation causing you to gasp in pleasure.
Misunderstanding your reaction, Mako immediately pulled away from you to look down at you with worry in his eyes. “Is this okay? Just say the word and we can stop.”
“No, no. It’s more than okay,” you assured him, and he found his way to your lips once again.
Realizing that you’d daydreamed about something like this happening for years, you conceded that you should definitely take advantage of the experience. After spending so long admiring his body from afar, you began to run your hands down his shoulders and arms, feeling the strong muscles beneath your fingertips, and you couldn’t help the faint moan that escaped your lips as you allowed yourself to soak in just how attractive Mako truly was. Eventually, your explorative hands reached the hem of his tank top, and you tugged on it slightly, hinting at what you wanted but allowing him to decide if he was okay with it or not.
Taking the hint, Mako leaned up onto his knees and pulled that pesky article of clothing over his head, and tossed it to the side. You chose to follow suit, removing your own shirt, then your bra, and threw them away carelessly. Mako remained on his kneeling for a few moments, his hands on your thighs as you stared at one another with hungry eyes. The lights of the gymnasium illuminated his perfectly toned body, and you couldn’t help but stare. His fingers idly moved to grasp the hems of your pants and panties, but his eyes remained locked with yours, to gauge your reaction. When you gave him a small nod, he began removing the garments, and you lifted your hips up to allow them to be removed from your body and join the discarded pile of clothing nearby. Mako quickly stood and took off his sweatpants, leaving both of you completely naked aside from his boxers, before he rejoined you on the gym mat.
Mako returned to his previous position, on his knees between your legs. One arm wrapped around your waist to hold your body firmly against his, and the other hand cradling the back of your head, also enabling him to remain propped up on his elbow. He kissed you again, hard and urgent, and occasionally, your tongues met in the middle, which only made the kiss more desperate. Mako began trailing kisses down your cheek, along your jaw, down your neck, and finally, to your chest. He did all of this slowly, to allow you time to stop him if you wished, but truthfully, you only wished for him to pick up the pace. He then wrapped his lips around the sensitive peak of your breast, the hand that had been around your waist coming up to grope the other. You had half a mind to be embarrassed by the loud moan that fell from your lips, but the other half couldn’t be bothered to care.
After a short while of that bliss, Mako’s hand began trailing down your body as his mouth preoccupied itself with your other breast, palm flat against your skin, before it stopped on your hip, so achingly close to the spot you needed him most. He removed his lips from your breast to gaze up at you, curiosity and desire in his golden irises.
“Is it okay if I…?”
“Yes. Please. Yes.”
You didn’t miss the little smirk that formed on his lips, and your response was all he needed to move his fingers down to your sex, gliding through those lower lips before moving upward to your clit. Mako began rubbing small, precise circles over the sensitive spot, as your eyes rolled back in your head and you let out a long, low moan.
“You’re so wet, baby. Is that all because of me? You been craving this for as long as I have?”
His words brought you somewhere between cloud nine and a burning, raging inferno of desire. Mako had never referred to you by a pet name before, so that plus his dirty talking left you breathless. All you could do was moan once again, but it was cut off by a gasp as his fingers moved downward, and his middle digit sank into you.
Mako groaned and lowered his head to your shoulder. “Spirits, you’re tight.... You’ll be the death of me.”
You were immensely grateful that he didn’t expect a response from you, because you certainly couldn’t have managed one, as his finger began pumping in and out of you. Mako’s pace was slow at first, but he eventually added his ring finger, and all the while, you were rendered a whimpering, moaning, writhing mess beneath him. Eventually, you felt the tell-tale tension in your lower belly, and as you grew louder and your nails began to dig into his skin from their place on his shoulders, Mako put two and two together to determine that you were close to your climax. He moved his fingers even faster, curling them upwards slightly to reach that oh-so-special spot deep inside you, and you were done for. With a string of curses and moans, you came undone, and Mako allowed you a moment to come down from your high before removing his fingers from your core.
Your eyes were still shut as you tried to catch your breath, before you finally looked up and realized Mako had removed his boxers. His length was impressive, and not that you got around much, but it was definitely the best looking one you’d seen. Mako leaned down to bring you into a kiss, and you could feel his member gliding teasingly through your folds. He then grabbed your leg under your knee and held it against his hip, positioning his tip at your entrance, before breaking the kiss to look at you.
“I love you.”
His statement was simple, yet it left you in a brief daze. Right then, through all the heat of the moment, his eyes held nothing but love and sincerity. You had fallen for him a long time ago, and not once looked back, yet you never expected to hear him say what you’d always felt. Hell, you never expected the current events to be transpiring, yet here you were.
“I love you too, Mako.”
With that, he sank into you, and a deep gasp escaped you, as Mako let out a long, deep groan and dropped his head onto your shoulder once again.
“Fuck, you feel a thousand times better than I’d ever imagined,” he whispered, his voice a lower octave than usual, and deliciously rough. You realized that this meant he’d had perverse daydreams about you before, just as you had about him.
“Same to you,” you responded, and he let out a small, breathy chuckle against your skin.
Your mind was then immediately elsewhere, as Mako finally began to move, in slow, deep strokes. The hand beneath your head abruptly grabbed a fistful of hair, just as he began increasing speed, and you moaned incredibly loud, earning a soft groan in response from Mako. He moved both of your calves to his shoulders, and held them there by moving both arms to the back of your head, each grabbing their own handfuls of hair. You outright screamed then, your hands gripping his forearms desperately.
“Mako – fuck – yes, please, just like that! Don’t stop!”
“Anything you want, baby,” Mako said, and you could hear the grin in his voice without even having to see it. He began thrusting even harder, leaning down to lock you in a searing kiss, and the stretch in your thighs from it felt amazing.
True to his word, Mako kept at it, pounding you into the mat at a delectably swift pace. How he felt inside you was indescribable, and he was angled perfectly to hit your g-spot with every thrust. Just as his hands got another tight grip on your hair, you came once again, his name falling from your lips in a scream so loud it made your throat ache.
Mako’s release wasn’t far behind, seemingly aided by you screaming his name, as his hips began to stutter and he let out a growl, before he pulled out to finish on your stomach.
Mako flopped onto his back on the mat beside you, breathing heavily, just as you were. Still staring up at the ceiling, he reached out and held your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and giving it a squeeze.
After a couple minutes, when both of you had finally caught your breaths, Mako rolled onto his side to kiss you, before standing to throw on his boxers and grab a nearby towel. You held out your hand to take it from him, but he ignored you and dropped to one knee beside you, and cleaned his mess off of you himself. You smiled warmly at him, then he kissed your forehead, and gathered up your clothes and returned them to you. The two of you dressed in peaceful silence, before Mako pulled you into an embrace and kissed you tenderly.
“I love you, Mako.”
“I love you too,” he stated, his smile brighter than you’d ever seen.
“Want to go grab lunch?”
“Sure, as long as it’s somewhere quick,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Why?”
“Because I’m dying to do that gain,” Mako reasoned, jerking a thumb in the direction of the mat, where the two of you had been tangled together about ten minutes prior.
You laughed, despite the fact that he was clearly serious – and despite the fact that you agreed with him. So, the two of you left the gym in search of a ‘quick’ bite, hand in hand, both of you feeling far happier than either of you had in a long, long time.
