Title: Dirty Little Secret
Author: SplishySplash
Genre: Smut/Romance
Pairing: MAKORRA
Rating: M . . . this is super smutty
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Mako is stressing out because of this little secret, but it's okay Korra is there to help.
Practice was a nightmare.
He just couldn't get his head together and the others were catching on, it didn't help that he hadn't slept in what seemed like days and that his mind was racing in all different directions. After singeing Bolin's eyebrows Mako finally sat down before bearing the brunt of his brother's bad attitude.
"What is wrong with you?" He shouted, running his hands over his flushed face. Mako's rested his face on his hands and just shook his head. "If you keep playing like this we are never going to beat the Wolfbats."
He was about to retort, and probably regret it, when Korra stepped in. "He's having a bad day, Bolin. Give him a break." She said tactfully, the younger brother opened his mouth a couple of times and pointed to his missing eyebrows. "Your eyebrows will grow back."
With a huff, Bolin stomped out of practice with the slam of the locker room door. Korra sighed as she moved to sit next to Mako, rubbing the muscles in his back. "Thanks." He said hoarsely. He moved to get up to chase after his brother, when she pushed him back down into the seat.
"Let him be mad, he will be okay." Korra said softly, her fingers continued to run over his back.
They sat in silence for a while as Korra ran her fingers through his hair and it nearly put him to sleep. Her fingers were magical along his tight neck muscles. He nearly groaned when her hands stopped moving and he looked up to see her stand up. "Come on." She said, extending a hand to him.
He took it without question and she led the way up the stairs into his abandoned apartment. She led the way to his bedroom and stopped in front of his bed. She waited patiently for him to move, but obviously his brain had disconnected from his spinal column so she pointed to his bed and sat him down on it. "Take your shirt off." She said huskily and mentally he would do anything she told him to. "Lay down on your stomach."
He nodded and then became surprised when she straddled his waist. He trusted her and buried his face into the pillow as she worked her fingers into his back muscles. It was said that water benders were naturally good with their fingers and gave excellent massages because they understood anatomy better than anybody else in the world and spirits, they were right.
Her fingers dug deeply into his muscles and she worked down his back, turning him into goo. "You've been so tense lately." She whispered into his ear as she laid down on his back. Her hair tickled his bare skin and her warm breath against his ear made him shiver. She traced the definition on his back, finding each and every knot that she had found. Her hands were cold and she probably was using a little bit of bending.
"I've had. . ." He started, but suddenly forgot what he was saying when her very talented mouth went to his neck, replacing her fingers. "Umm." His body was turning into mush under her as well as his brain.
She laughed, full heartedly as she got off of him and gained a groan. "Roll over." She said and of course like a good little fire bender he did as he was told. He tensed up a little bit and she straddled him again, leaning over with a sly smile. "Relax, Mr. Hat Trick."
Her hands massaged his strong chest muscles, tracing the definition and she could feel him harden underneath her. He was watching her intently and it had made her blush. "Close your eyes." She said. His eyes fluttered closed as her hands got lower and lower, until they ran across his hardness through his pants. His eyes opened and she looked up at him, letting him watch her and good thing he did because he would have missed the pleased look on her face.
She unzipped his pants and spread them open, her hand then slid inside his underclothes to pull him free. Mako gasped and grabbed her closest knee at the skin-to-skin contact, and Korra smiled brightly as she felt herself grow heavy at the sight and feel of him. He definitely met his approval and got goosebumps remembering him stretch her. She looked up at his face and instead of his broody frown, she found an intense stare that he had when he was planning his next probending move. She looked at him as if he was her whole world at that very moment. And at that moment there was no Asami, Bolin or Tenzin. She wasn't the Avatar and he wasn't an orphan who got lucky. She had made him forget his responsibilities.
She started playing with him as she liked, quickly learning what he liked by the tilt of his hips and his cries. Everything she did threw him for a loop and Mako was obsessed. Asami had never touched him like this and he can't remember ever feeling like this. Korra seemed attuned to what he wanted. His hands brushed up and down her covered thigh, he couldn't figure out why she was still so. . . dressed.
"Korra!" He cried out and somehow over his brain capacity, she leaned down and place a kiss on his neck and it threw him into sensory overload. His breathing grew quicker and her she focused on quick hard strokes until he was panting and moaning her name.
She leaned over and into his ear she whispered. "Let it go, Mako." After another half dozen strokes and a well-placed nip to the soft skin under his ear, the pressure came too much and Mako found his release. Korra held onto him until he opened his eyes and looked at her, their eyes locked and she gave him a playful wink. And for the first time all day, Mako felt accomplished. "Feel better?"
Mako nodded and laid his head back on the pillow with a heavy sigh. "Yes." Came his short, breathless sigh. "Thank you."
Her smile brightened. "I'm glad." She said and he pulled her down to a kiss. Her tongue dances with his for what seemed like eternity, Korra gave him a squeeze and he jumped. "Oh, let me got clean up."
"Sorry." He said sheepishly.
Korra only shrugged. "It's okay." She said. "It was the desired outcome, right?" He could believe that she had said that, the innocent Avatar was just as sick minded as the next person.
She disappeared into the bathroom and when she returned two minutes later, Mako hadn't moved except to zip up his pants and rest a hand behind his head. Her smile was soft as she sat back down on the bed next to him. She looked at the bedside clock and jumped up, looking startled. "I'm late for Airbending training." She said panicked and quickly pressed her lips to his before running to the window. "I'm sorry, I have to go."
His smile was lazy. "It's okay, thanks for your help." He said.
Korra smiled again, this time it was shy and a blush crept on her cheeks. "No problem." She said, climbing into the windowsill and calculating her leap into the water. "I will see you later."
He was smiling as he watched her dive into the water with ease. It was the first time in a long time that he had felt at ease. There was something about that water bender, he didn't know what it was, but she made him forget all his worries and he started to doze off.
Mako woke up sometime later to Bolin shutting the door loudly and he was laughing with a female voice. His girlfriend of all people and the fire bender glared at the closed door, something about the whole situation made him suddenly angry.
He closed his eyes, willing himself to calm down when his brother rudely pushed the door open. "Mako?" He asked, searching for his brother. "Oh good you are here, Asami brought us dinner."
Mako groaned and got up slowly, his gooey muscles from his massage and other activities suddenly was worthless and his muscles tightened. Bolin stood in his room, rummaging through a pile of something that rested on his dresser. "I'm coming, give me a second to change." He snapped, he knew that he shouldn't be mad at his brother, but something was rubbing him the wrong way.
"What is with you today?" Bolin said with a glare, leaving the room.
Mako slowly changed and joined the other two in the sitting room, both sat around the table waiting for him to eat. He sat on his knees next to Asami, who smiled politely. "Are you feeling better?" She asked, Bolin obviously put off his anger as illness. Maybe it was.
With a stabling breath, he nodded. "Yes, I've gotten some sleep." He said pointedly, leaving no room for questions, comments or concerns.
"Well then." Asami said turning on a smile, starting to dish out her plate and handing the container to Mako, who was surprisingly hungry. Bolin scarfed down his noodles while Asami told him stories about an experience she had, or something he wasn't listening.
A knock on the door quieted the room and Mako got up to answer it.
Korra stood on the other side with a young Airbender in tow. "Hey Korra." He said happily with the first smile all evening, "Hello Jinora, would you like to come in?"
The Avatar shook her head guiltily. "I'm sorry we can't stay, Jinora and I just came to town to grab some . . . what was it?" She asked the young girl who was fawning over the fire bender.
"Mom was craving Ember Island Peaches and some fire noodles, Dad was busy so Korra and I are getting it." Jinora explained, for a girl who constantly teased Korra about her love life she seemed awfully shy. "Korra insisted on stopping by . . ."
Korra coughed and elbowed the small girl. "What she means is, I forgot to give you your scarf back." She said shyly, pulling the red piece of fabric from behind her back and hand it to him. He had almost forgotten that he had given it to her last night and was thrown off by the fact he hadn't remembered it all day long.
"Oh, thanks." He said awkwardly, he pulled it over his shoulders and smile. "Have a good night, then."
"Good night, Mako." She said and waved at Bolin and Asami, Mako had been afraid to turn around mostly because he had told Asami that his scarf wasn't replaceable or lendable. "Good night Asami, Bolin."
She was inadvertently flirting with fate. "Good night, Korra!" Both of them said together and the Avatar and young Airbending child took their leave. Slowly Mako turned around, wish that he had gone with her but to his surprise, everything seemed normal.
Mako took his seat again and began to eat, this time Bolin taking over the conversation and Asami turned to glare at him. Pabu joined the dinner crowd and he grew distracted by the fact that the scarf smelled like Korra, like ocean and fire with a little bit of earth. "You lent her your scarf." Asami muttered under her breath, hidden by Pabu's table tricks.
"She was cold." Mako answered quietly, focusing his attention on the fire ferret. He prayed to which ever spirit could hear him that she would drop it.