Pairing: Makorra
Words: 3,123
Song: Criminal — Ash Koley
A/N: Smut! again, haha. INTENSE TOPICS(AKA: fisting) If you don't like that kinda stuff, steer away from this fic :) for those of you who do, hope you like it! I can't believe I wrote this *hides in a corner*
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Their kisses were hot.

Their bodies slick as they pressed together, not a single gap between them.

It was like fire and both of them couldn't get enough, their hands grabbing at whatever came in reach of their fingertips, tugging on material, on hair. They couldn't stop. Their breath was mingling around them, the smell of burning fabric gracing over their nostrils, neither of them noticing as they kissed. Everything around them didn't seem to matter.

Lost in the passion, Korra slid her hands over the firebenders pale chest before letting them slip into his hair, using the strands to hold him closer. Spirits did she crave his touch, to feel his hands snake around her waist and bring her pelvis flush against his, to feel his hardened muscles skim her body and to have his burning lips down her neck.

She ached to feel it again.

Hooking her legs around his waist, she pulled him down, his chest smacking against hers. Mako hissed against her lips before biting down on her bottom one, sucking it into his mouth. Her taste was pure honey and it seeped into his taste buds, making his head spin and his actions more urgent. He wanted to touch her, all of her. He wanted to leave his mark all over her body like they had done when they belonged to each other all those years ago. He wanted to burn her, and to have her burn him back. He wanted the fire, and the rough passion, the love, the grace and the complete bliss.

He wanted her to be his again.

"Mako..." Korra moaned against his cheek as he broke away from her lips to nip along her jaw to her ear.

He bit the lobe.

"Korra," his voice was a growl, causing goosebumps to grow on her skin. He loved how he could make her melt under his caresses, loved how he could make her fall apart below him, make her body press back up against his with friction. Everything about her he loved, and he couldn't stop. Even after three years, he was obsessed with her tan skin, her blue eyes and the curve of her waist into her hips, her mouth. It was intoxicating, and she ruined him.

Kissing down her cheek to her neck, he followed the pulsing vein down to her collarbones, kissing them before easily pushing her shirt from her body. Small glistening strokes of liquid ran down her chest to her cleavage before dipping under the hem of her bindings, and Mako found himself wanting to trace their path.

Which he did happily.

Starting from her manubrium he kissed down her sternum, feeling the plush top of her breasts against his cheeks with every breath she took. He almost wanted to just sit back and watch her, to gaze at her like he's wanted to for so long. Instead, he found the tie in her wrappings and unravelled them agonizingly slow before letting them drift to the hardwood floor, her upper body now completely exposed.

At the sight of her naked before him once again, he almost felt himself gasp. She was exactly how he remembered, only a few more scars decorated her ribcage and between her breasts. She had also grown a lot since her teenage years, her bust more full and slightly darker.

"You're so beautiful," Mako said, his voice soft.

A faint blush rose to Korra's cheeks at his words, and Mako couldn't resist to press a kiss to her lips, feeling hers open under his. The kiss started out slow, but quickly turned fierce, their tongues fighting for dominance and their teeth clicking together. It seemed both of them couldn't keep control of their urges, Korra's hands sliding down his chest to slip below his waistband as his moved to her chest, his fingers teasing around her areola before pinching her nipple.

Korra moaned against him, her delicate fingers working up his shaft and running over his tip, feeling it harden even more in her hands. They loved doing this – driving each other crazy and fighting to see who would win first. It was always a competition with Korra, she never wanted to be on the receiving end, she always loved giving. Mako was the same, which always lead to complications. But tonight he swore to himself that he would only give to her, breaking away from any kind of receiving.

Tonight it was all about her.

He'd make sure of it.

Without her seeing, Mako reached to the side of the bed, feeling around for his metal cuffs. They had never used them before, but Mako wanted to make sure that she wouldn't be able to flip their positions. Letting her get a few more pumps on his cock first, he pulled her hand away from him and pushed both her arms above her head. She instantly stopped kissing him once she felt and heard the metal clicking into place.

Korra looked up and wiggled her wrists, seeing the cuffs wrapped around one of the bars of the headboard. "Handcuffs? Mako... What are you doing? Take these off."

"Not until I'm done with you."
Korra frowned, a glint in her eye told him she knew exactly what he was up to, and didn't like it. "What do you mean by that?"

He smiled at her wickedly. "Tonight it's all about you. And with these," he tapped the cuffs. "there's nothing you can do to change that."
"Come on, Mako. That's not fair." She tugged on the chain but it wouldn't budge.

Mako kissed the side of her neck, nipping at the one spot that made her knees weak. "Not going to happen," he said then blew seductively on her skin.

She shivered. "I hate you so much." she tried to sound irritated, but her voice was uneasy and breathy from lust.

"Mhmm," he slid his hands up her stomach, heating his palms with his firebending just enough to let her feel even more heat. He could tell she was trying to hold back her moans to punish him, but once he slipped his hand past her baggy sweats, she couldn't hold them back any more.

His strokes started slow, just the tip of his pointer finger grazing along her vertical slit, her arousal collecting on his hands. He couldn't help but smile into her neck at how wet she was already. At least somethings didn't change, he thought. When he touched her clit, Korra quivered.

Moments later he heard her yank on the binds and groan, her hips automatically pushing up. "Damn it, Mako," she said, fighting against her hold. She sounded desperate now, "Please take these off. I want to touch you."

Without replying to her, he kissed down her stomach, taking a second to dip his tongue into her navel. Every part of her tasted different and he loved it.

He was going to make her love it too.

Pulling her sweats from her legs, he tossed them aside, pushing her thighs apart. The closer he got to her, the more he could smell her sweetness – it made his mouth water. His middle finger easily slipped into her without warning and she bit down on her bottom lip, squeezing her eyes shut before reopening them half-lidded c c with desire.

Keeping her eyes locked with his, he slid in a second finger, not missing a beat. She inhaled quickly through her mouth and made a small squeak in surprise, her thighs trembling underneath his body. He had forgotten how much he loved watching her get swarmed with pleasure, and watching her ride out the release at the end, all of her stress tightened muscles, mush by the end of the evening. It was something he felt privileged to be able to witness.

His fingers curled inside of her, touching her walls and making them pulse against his digits. The tension in the air was so thick, it felt like it could be cut with a knife – so Mako inserted a third finger. He wanted to break the heaviness and watch them both float above the clouds, he wanted Korra to moan out his name like he's never wanted anything else. It was a desperate need.

"Mmmm," Korra's muscles tightened in her core, her back sinking down into the pillows. He worked his joints in and out of her, feeling her walls slick, coating his fingers.

Suddenly he got an idea. He knew that this was as far as they've ever gone in this style of foreplay, they were both too nervous to try anything more. They always talked about experimenting further, seeing how much they would actually be able to handle – but they never did. But years have gone by since then, and they both have grown... plus she needed to loose up as much as she could if she was going to be taking on Kuvira.

Pulling out his fingers to just the tips, he smeared her juices over herself and his fingers, trying to get her as wet as he could. Nervousness pooled in his stomach and he met her eyes, a silent question in them.

She must have understood because she swallowed anxiously, then exhaled in a rush and bit the inside of her cheek, knowing and preparing herself for what he was about to do next. They'd never done this before and part of Korra was aroused at the idea of trying something new... yet part of her was incredibly nervous. She wasn't sure if she would be able to handle it. But she urged herself to try anyways, pressing her legs further apart to allow Mako more room.

Slowly he slid in a fourth finger, feeling her walls gripping him tightly. Korra bucked against his hand, a loud, shaky moan ripping from her throat as her head fell back against the mattress.

"Oh Spirits..." she gasped as he worked in and out of her, pulling out just to his tips before sliding back in up to his knuckles. He curled all of his fingers deep inside her, massaging her walls and hitting that sensitive spot as he did so, causing sweat to bead on the Avatar's skin and her heart to beat faster. She felt so good against his hand, her softness slick and smooth. He resisted the urge to groan as he thrust in his fingers harder and faster, watching her curl and squirm beneath him.

Korra felt a wave of pleasure go through her, making her body shake. How she went three years without him and this, she would never understand. It felt impossible.

Gasping out Mako's name, Korra arched her back off the mattress, feeling both his hand and now his mouth on her. His tongue brushed against her clit before lightly sucking on it, lapping up her taste. Her cries of pure pleasure nearly send him over the edge, but he resisted, kissing her folds and gently pulling one into his mouth, massaging it with his lips.

"Mako," Korra mewled, her chest rising rapidly.

Mako looked up at her face from his spot between her legs, and watched her reaction as he pumped his fingers in and out, hearing her arousal squelch every time he entered her. He watched her muscles contract and her breasts bounce slightly, her body quivering under his actions.

Korra bit her lip and raised her hips to meet his movements, feeling the small coil in her tighten even more.

With a light hand to her knee to prepare her, Mako pulled his fingers out to the second knuckle before circling his thumb over her entrance. He could tell Korra was slightly scared, her wrists pulled tightly against the cuffs, her hands clenched into fists.

Taking his time to prepare, and to make sure to cause her as less discomfort as possible, Mako coated his hand in her liquid even more, smearing it up to his wrist and adding a little bit of his own lubricant to the mixture before gently pressing his thumb inside her along with his other digits. Korra's walls pulsed, grabbing at his skin as he slowly sunk deeper.

Korra gasped loudly, unable to contain it. She had never felt this sensation before, the extreme heat erupting from her core and threatening to pull her under. Nervous, yet extremely turned on, knots formed in her stomach and she closed her eyes, letting herself drown in the pleasure she felt.

Mako noticed her slightly pinched expression and stopped his movements to gently massage her, pulling out a bit to slowly push back in, letting her get used to the new feeling. His nervousness pooled up a little more, and he had to take a breath. They always kept it simple, easy. But what they were about to do was never even thought about until just now. It was beyond them.

Watching Korra closely, Mako noticed her breathing beginning to relax and on her next deep breath, he pushed in a little more, his hand now beginning to submerse past his knuckles. She was soaking wet, which was a good thing to Mako, it would make it easier for her which helped relieve some tension from him. Her comfort was all that mattered, and if she asked him to stop, he would.

For the most part, Korra was silent which made Mako uncomfortable. She was never silent when they did foreplay or had sex, it was a warning sign.

"Korra?" He asked, trying to make his voice sound normal. "Are you alright? Do you want me to stop? We don't have to do this if you aren't ready."

Instantly she shook her head. "No, keep going. Please. It's just... different. But a good different." Swallowing, he nodded faintly but began pressing little more into her. A couple seconds later, that's when he heard her incredibly deep, guttural moan. A moan that was so drenched in pure desire and pleasure that it made his hands shake. He never knew such a beautiful sound could come out of her. The best part was knowing he was the one who made her do it.

Taking her noises as a good sign, Mako sunk deeper and deeper until he stretched her full, his hand now completely buried in her up to his wrist.

Part of Korra wanted to scream. Not from pain, but from nerves. Instead she rolled her hips against him. "Spirits, Mako!" Korra groaned, her head falling to the side as her hands pulled on the restraints, the metal biting into her skin. There was some discomfort as her body got used to being pulled in a new way, but as the pinching died down, pure ecstasy took its place until she was liquid honey underneath him. Her body had never felt so numb and so good.

Gripping and pressing her knee further apart with his free hand, Mako began to move his inserted fist, pumping it in and out gradually. At first the feeling of her surrounding his hand was overwhelming, and part of him wanted to panic at what he'd just done, unsure if it was a good idea or not. But at the sounds of Korra's mixture of gasps, groans and whimpers, he relaxed.

Korra shook, her toes curling and as another wave of pleasure shot through her, she whimpered against her arm, burring her face into her bicep. She felt herself light on fire, her limbs turning to noodles as she could feel his inserted fingers curl and straighten inside her. His other hand moved up her stomach to her face, cupping her cheek in his palm, feeling the blood heating her skin.

She pressed her face into his touch and met his eyes. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, muffling another whine she made as his thrusts sped up. She felt his movements deep within herself, and she could swear when he hit that sensitive spot, she could feel the pleasure right in her throat. Thumping and threatening to make her loose her mind.

Spirits help her she though as she yelped against his mouth when he pulled out only to plunge his fist back in, causing her body to jump and her hips to buck.

"Mako," She panted against his jaw, their lips meeting in short chaste kisses. She almost couldn't find her voice, and when she did, it felt far away. "I'm close... I'm – ah!"

In one final thrust, Korra exploded around him, her figure shuddering violently as the coil in her snapped. Her vision going blank, her chest expanding and pressing flat against his – he could feel her bare, hardened nipples burning through his skin.

Her walls squeezed his joints, flexing then releasing then grabbing at him again. It felt so much different having her climax against his hand rather then his member, but the friction was just as good. He couldn't help but groan as he peppered her neck in kisses, tasting her salty sweat as she slowly came down from her high.

Korra panted, her wrists slack in the handcuffs, her back slouched on the bed. Her eyes were closed peacefully and Mako smiled, pleased to see her in this relaxation state. It's been too long since he's seen her like that. He could hear her heartbeat thumping painfully behind her chest, and when she was finally able to take a deep breath, he pulled his hand out as gently as he could.

She moaned at the loss of his touch, but didn't move as he got up to grab a towel from the washroom, trying his best not to get her release all over the floor. He rinsed his hand under cool water, then wiped it dry before heading back into the bedroom, stopping at the drawer to grab a key. He undid the cuffs and Korra's arms fell to her sides, heavy with exhaustion. Gingerly, Mako massaged her skin, rubbing out the red marks, and before he even had time to blink, Korra grabbed the handcuffs from his grasp, flipped him underneath her and cuffed him to the same area as she was.

Mako's eyes widened and he yanked on the restrains, confused and a little nervous. "Korra..." exhausted or not, she always found some way to have more energy then him.

Slowly Korra crawled up his body, her hands smoothing out over his torso and massaging his hips before hooking her fingers in the waistband of his sweats, watching his face as she gradually tugged them from his legs. His arousal was clear and smiling wickedly, she ducked her head down by his waist, her breath causing him shivers.

"You had your fun." she whispered, wolfishly, her voice dripping with seduction.
She winked.

"Now it's my turn."