idk how this came to my mind anyway, but it's smut. *shrugs shoulders*
Korra took a drag of her cigarette, narrowing her eyes at the lit screen of her laptop. She hadn't been able to write since Mako had broken up with her, and decided to return to the arms of his ex-girlfriend. That was all fine by her after she had slashed the tires on his car, but now that he was unintentionally fucking with her writing it took everything inside of her to not march to his apartment. She hadn't planned out exactly what she would do if she got to his apartment, but that was how she did most things if she was honest with herself.
She was an of-the-moment woman, taking each step one at a time, only knowing the direction she was heading in, but not how long it would take her to get there or even where her destination was. The same was true of her writing. She would get an idea in her head and that would drive the rest of the story, the characters driving her story forward not some plot she had mapped out in her head beforehand.
At least that was how it had been before Mako. Her muse was gone, and all she could think to write about was an amber-eyed orphan with intense eyebrows and an ever-present scowl. The character didn't drive the story forward and Korra spent most of her time hating his character anyway, the way he moved from girl to girl. What a stupid, incredibly unlikeable character.
She wiped the sweat from her brow, throwing her legs onto her desk, and leaning back in the chair and dipping her head back to take another drag. It was disgustingly hot in her apartment located at the heart of Republic City, her thighs were sticking to her chair and the fan located beside her was barely doing anything to cool her overheated skin. The writer murmured underneath her breath about her hatred for summer.
Her ears perked at the sound of someone at her front door. "Come in," she yelled, turning her swivel chair around to face whoever she assumed she should've been expecting. A dark head of hair peeked through the doorway, muttering something about being here to pick up Mako's things. The stocky young man opened the door, his eyes sweeping over the apartment before finding hers. His mouth stretched into a kind grin before it stopped midway, the box in his hands clattering as it fell, spilling what appeared to be scrunchies and random garments of her clothes onto the floor.
Korra furrowed her eyebrows and wondered what could've caused that kind of reaction. His eyes raked down her legs, bare and stretched out in front of her. Yes, maybe it was the fact that she was clad in only a pair of boyshorts and a tank top so thin that her black lacy bra was showing through.
"Hey."
Green eyes shot up, finally meeting hers and he moved to the floor, picking up her scattered belongings. "Sorry, Mako sent me."
She nodded, her eyes moving over well-sculpted physique, his muscle tee gave her the perfect view of his muscular arms. She watched closely as his biceps flexed as he lifted the box. The green-eyed stranger almost tripped on her rug, but he caught himself, his cheeks flushing under her gaze and he set the box at her bare feet.
Korra chuckled lightly, sending the stranger a grin. "I'm Korra by the way." She stretched out her hand to stub out the cigarette in an ashtray.
"Bolin," he offered, running a hand through his hair. "Mako didn't mention that you would be so beautiful. He could've warned a guy."
The writer blushed, turning away slightly. No one had ever called her beautiful before. Hot, of course, she had big tits, plenty of guys equated that with being hot, and sometimes even the rare 'cute' when she made a particularly bad joke, but never beautiful.
He cleared his throat, glancing over at her computer screen. "So what are you up to? I-I mean if you don't mind me asking."
His nervousness brought a smile to her face. "No, it's fine. I'm a writer, so I've been trying to write, but I've kind of lost my muse." She shut her laptop, setting it on the side table and lifting herself onto her desk and sending him her sexiest grin.
Bolin took a deep breath, wiping his palms on his shorts. "Lost your muse, huh?"
She nodded solemnly. "But you look like you could help me get it back."
His thick eyebrows furrowed. "How?"
She crooked a finger, gesturing for him to come forward. He took a few steps forward, his eyes never wavering from hers. "Let me take a good look at you. Maybe you can inspire a handsome character in a story of mine."
The edge of his mouth curved upward from her compliment and he lifted his arms, flexing for her. The smile on her face spread and she giggled at his blatant attempt to impress her. Although she appreciated the male specimen, especially one so well put together as Bolin, he wasn't her usual type. She'd always preferred her beaus a bit thinner with lean muscles, but the green-eyed man seemed to be changing her tastes quickly.
Green eyes stared at her face while hers raked over his body, actually attempting to create a character out of the person standing in front of her. It was obvious he took care of his body; you weren't just blessed with bulging muscles like that. She liked the juxtaposition of his manly body and his boyish face.
"Do your thing. Write about me, but do it out loud so I can hear."
She chuckled, "Alright, if you insist." Korra took a deep breath, taking in the eager look on his face before starting. "He wondered if she greeted all her guests in her underwear or if he was special. The shock had sent the box in his hands tumbling to the ground, and he hoped he didn't look like too much of a fool scrambling to shove her things back into the box, while his knees scraped against the rough rug. The only situation getting rug-burn on his knees would be worth it included his head between her thighs and he doubted she'd be into that after he tripped on said rug, not to mention right after he'd already made a fool of himself with that damn box." The writer flashed him a smug grin, hoping he wouldn't be too taken aback by her description of him. If she was honest with herself, she was hoping it would push things forward between them.
The muse had taken a step forward, now only one step from being between her thighs. "So am I?"
She looked up at him through her eyelashes. "Are you what?"
"Am I special?" He set his hands on top of the desk on either side of her, heat radiating off of his broad chest.
"Yes and no. Anyone could've walked in and seen me in my underwear, but not just anyone gets to be my muse."
"Your muse, eh?" Steadily, he was leaning into her, his chest now just brushing against hers. "How exactly does that work?"
She lifted her head, her eyes focusing in on his plush lips before lazily dragging up his features to make contact with those green eyes, she'd never seen a green so bright outside of produce and plant life. It was unnatural, but so beautiful to stare into. She whispered, "all you have to do is inspire me," despite the fact that he already had, with his boyish clumsiness and his strong arms caging her in.
Bolin pressed forward, his lips finding hers as his arms wrapped around her torso curving upward to settle on the back of her neck, the action tugged her tank top higher up her back. His other arm was wrapped around her hips, and his fingers sliding over her newly uncovered skin. His hands were both gentle and demanding, his hands finding a way to slide across her skin with the tenderness of a seasoned lover without losing the exploratory touch of a virgin.
Korra's hands found their way underneath his shirt, her fingers dipping into each dent on his abdomen, she considered breaking the kiss to press her lips to the skin her hands couldn't stray from, but his tongue had just found its way into her mouth and things were just starting to progress.
The muse was the first to break away, his chest rising and falling as he drew his shirt over his head and tossed it onto her couch. Korra raked her fingernails down his chest, her fingers running through the wisps of hair on his chest, She grinned to herself when Bolin dropped his head to her shoulder, a groan falling from his lips as she undid the button on his shorts. She let herself moan when Bolin started kissing her neck, finding the most sensitive part of her neck, where the curve of her jaw met her neck. His lips stayed there, his tongue dipping out to taste the salty skin. The writer pushed his shorts down his legs, forcing her eyes open to look down at the hard length causing a tent in his cartoon-covered boxers. She slowly brought her hand down the front of his boxers, her fingers curling through the coarse hair until her fingers wrapped around his length. He sucked in a breath, letting his hands fist the material of her shirt and then tug it over her arms and head.
He kissed her again, swiping his tongue on the inside of her mouth. His hands moved down her back, finding her bra clasp and undoing it, running his hands down her bare back. Bolin pushed her bra straps down her arms until they settled at her elbows and Korra took the job at that point, her bra finding its way onto the floor.
Her muse stepped out of his shorts, bringing her legs over his hips, bringing their torsos and nether regions flush against each other. Korra groaned, feeling his dick press against her core, realizing only two layers were between them so she grinded her hips against his length. They broke apart, groaning simultaneously at the contact.
Bolin fell to his knees, his hands sliding down her torso to hook into the edges of her panties, dragging them down her legs until he dropped them at her feet. His green eyes shined as he grinned up at her. Heavily calloused hands dragged up her legs, over her inner thighs and pushed her legs apart, exposing her to him. From her perspective all she could see was a dark head of hair between her legs.
"Is this what you were imagining?"
She ran her hand through his hair, "I was imagining a lot less talking and a lot more action going on though."
Korra closed her eyes and let herself relax under his touch. Both of his hands were holding her hips, which she was thankful for, she had a habit of bucking her hips when things got intense.
He dragged his tongue down her slit, slowly bringing it back up until it made contact with her clit. She tightened her grip on his hair, pressing him into her roughly. Green eyes looked up at her, his tongue continuing to move as he watched her reaction. She was incredibly receptive, her eyes shut painfully tight while her nails ran roughly along his scalp and she looked like she was on her way to reaching her peak. He pulled away, wiping his mouth with his forearm and standing up. He grinned at the sight of her pouting mouth before he kissed her, his hands cradling her face.
She pulled away from him, her hand pumping his length, "My room, now."
He lifted her, his hands cupping her full bottom as he walked the couple toward the open door on the other side of the room. She pressed her lips to his collarbones, letting her teeth scrape over the thinly covered bones. He set her down gently onto the bed, crawling over her. Korra could feel his eyes following the curves of her body. He hovered over her without touching her.
He placed his hand on her waist, his thumb rubbing into her skin. Bolin lay beside her, his hand sweeping over her skin and he leaned into her, kissing the edge of her shoulder. The hand moved upward, finally cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple.
Through her periphery, Korra glanced at him, turning onto her side to face him. "Reach into the nightstand."
Bolin rolled over, pulling open her nightstand drawer and pulling out a single condom. With his teeth, he ripped the package open, rolling the condom onto his length. Korra straddled his thighs, pushing Bolin onto his back. He led himself into her, letting out a growl when she situated herself onto him. Several deep breaths later shared between the couple, Korra had adjusted enough to him to move. Bolin kept his hands on her hips, leading her movements up and down his length, moving into her as she moved down onto him.
She dipped her torso down, arching her back from the increasing ferocity of his movements. Her lips found his, her tongue moving against his, until he hit her favored spot. Korra gasped, pressing her forehead to his shoulder and releasing a high-pitched moan.
Bolin laughed at the sound, his thrusts faltering for a few moments. "What was that?"
The same sound fell from her lips and she bit him on the shoulder annoyed at his teasing. "Shut up."
He flipped them over, so that he was hovering over her while she was now on her back. His hips continued to keep rhythm, the rhythm steadily increasing with each thrust. By the third time the high-pitched moan fell from her lips she was done, her nails raking down his back, breaking skin.
The pain forced a grunt from Bolin's lips. He quickened his thrusts, his arm finding its way around her, pulling her against his chest.
His thrusts staggered and he paused, trembling over her before collapsing beside her.
Korra adjusted herself so her head lay on his chest.
"Mako is going to kill me."
The writer glanced up, bringing her leg over his. "Why?"
He glanced down at her. "I just fucked his ex-girlfriend." He repeated the sentence over again this time with the addition of one important detail. "I just fucked my brother's ex-girlfriend."
Korra's eyes widened, "Wait, what?"
