sweeter, a prompted drabble compilation
warning: sexual situations and adult themes
This is precisely why Korra can't take baths with Asami.
Her pale arms slide around the Avatar's waist, pushing her legs apart and sliding their way across her thighs. Asami kisses Korra's cheek, then her jaw, then runs her tongue along the nape of her neck — her weak spot — as her fingers push inside of her, underneath the water where it is already wet and nothing is discernible.
Korra bucks her hips forward and moans, and, "I swear," she grinds her teeth as her hands clench Asami's knees, "I'll never get clean with you in here." Asami only chuckles into her neck, leaning to nip at her shoulder as she circles her clit. Korra stretches, her feet hitting the ends of the tub, clenching the muscles inside of her as Asami strokes rapidly.
She slides further back into the nonbender, all of the soaps rattling in their containers until they pour into the water, rocking back and forth because Korra cannot control her body, she cannot control her bending; it is Asami who commands her, who touches her until she is frazzled and wired and unable to function.
Asami reaches a hand up to cup Korra's breast, kneading it gently before she pinches her nipple, pulling and twisting and Korra grabs her wrist, water sloshing out of the tub as she moans. The Avatar only lets out a hiss, careful not to lose control. Asami keeps her fingers on Korra's clit, rubbing until she feels her seize up in her arms, shuddering her release and sliding further down into the water.
She descends on her with kisses, sliding her hair away and kissing her forehead, her neck, her shoulders, her fingers, and laughing at how she has come undone. That, and how the bath water is riddled with soapy bubbles.
notes: korra smut week is this week on tumblr! to celebrate, i am focusing my attention on korrasami because we need more femme in this world. just go to korra-smut-week on tumblr if you want to participate!