I have no idea who suggested this… sorry! :/
I stared at Korra longingly as she shamelessly flirted with every other male in the room. We had just won the pro-bending championship. I should be happy, jumping around like a teenager…. But instead I was brooding. Watching as my girl was getting eye-raped by tons of guys. The terrible thing; she wasn't my girl anymore.
"Korra! I'm home!" I called, tossing my coat on the couch, hearing muffled voices from the bedroom.
"A-are you… do y-you think t-that's the best t-thing to d-do?" My Korra's shaky, thick voice quivered in the air. I quickened my speed, my footsteps getting louder. "o-kay, I g-gotta go."As I walked in the room I saw a phone being tossed on the bed. When I looked up to see Korra's face, I saw puffy red eyes and frazzled hair and I was immediately by her side.
"Korra? What's wrong?" I asked, exasperated and scared.
She exhaled loudly, closing her eyes, "get away from me."
In that moment my blood froze in my veins. My eyes widened and I leaned back on my heels. "W-why? Baby wha-"
"Don't. Call. Me. That." She snapped, getting up and opening drawers, ripping things out. My heart stopped beating in my chest.
"What are you doing?!" I asked, shooting out of my crouched position.
"You know, when I moved in with you, I thought that you had broken up with her. I mean, what, do you tell most girls that you love them, only to go back to your ex-girlfriend 3 weeks later? Or am I just implying things?" She asked sarcastically, glaring at me.
My mouth dropped open, and I fell to my knees. "K-korra. That's a total lie!" I blubbered, gripping her waist tightly.
"Oh really? Because she told me you two had a passionate and redeeming night that reinstated your love." She sneered, throwing things into her suitcase. I gripped her tighter.
"She's insane! Y-you, K-korra, it's you and me. I love you, I love you so much."
"But you love her too, right? Where have I heard this before!?" She screamed, zipping her bag and throwing it over her shoulder. I ripped it right back off.
"YOU'RE NOT LEAVING!" I roared, my anger getting the better of me. "I LOVE YOU, NOT HER. ASAMI IS INSANE, KORRA. YOU KNOW THAT."
She glared at me, shoving me hard with two hands, making me stumble back. "WELL MAYBE NOW YOU LIKE INSANE PEOPLE, SINCE YOU SEEM TO CHANGE YOUR MIND PRETTY QUICKLY THESE DAYS! MAYBE NEXT WEEK YOU'LL ONLY LOVE EARTH BENDERS WITH PSYCHOSIS! YOU'RE THE INSANE ONE HERE, MAKO!" She yelled right back, grabbing her bag and stomping away.
Despite many failed attempts to see her at Air Temple Island, and talk to her during pro-bending practices. She never once let me explain. Not once would she stop to read the papers about Asami's entrance into a mental health facility.
But I was fed up with her nonchalance.
I was practically seething at the moment, watching as she flipped her hair out of her face. Yes, She stopped wearing her hair up once we broke up because she knew I loved it down. She wanted to torture me. She cast her gaze over yet another man's shoulder and winked at me. Winked. At. Me.
My flaming feet left burn marks on the floor as I stomped over to Korra.
I gripped her upper arm and dragged her out of the room, ignoring her angry protests and the disapproving stares that I was getting from all of her suitors.
I pulled her up to Bolin and my apartment and shoved her onto the couch, quickly straddling her. "You're mine." I hissed angrily. "You know I love you. You know Asami's insane. And you know that you're mine." I growled, kissing her so hard that her head sunk back into the couch.
Korra POV
Mako had finally decided to fight for me.
I had waited so long—weeks, it felt like!- and, though he 'tried to explain' that's not what I needed from him. I needed him to show me I was worth it.
I moan as he kisses me, never wanting to be deprived of him again.
Soon enough, we're naked and on a bed, no longer on his stiff, oddly colored couch. He reaches between our compressed bodies and slowly strokes up my soaked clit. My body surges forward, my mouth fixed in a silent scream. He smirked. "I love the way you respond to me. Only me." He emphasizes, his voice rough with desire. I would've scowled, but I was too busy gasping for breath as he stroked back and forth sometimes dipping in slightly, pulling back just as fast. I whimpered and his chest rumbled with another chuckle, pulling away. I nearly screamed with frustration. I whimpered once more, desperate for release. "Soon." He promised me. As his hand came back up I took it and pulled the finger that was in me into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the pad of his finger. He stared at me wide-eyed, and for a second I worried that he thought that I was disgusting. Until…"Shit, that's hot." He gasped, pulling his hand away from my mouth, replacing it with his mouth.
"I love you so much." He groaned, and I believed him. After all of the news of Asami being taken from her father's business and into a mental health facilities, I had known that Mako was telling the truth. He loved me, and I pushed him away. I was so embarrassed.
My flaming cheeks gave me away. "It's okay sweetheart, we're going to be alright."
And I believed that.