A/N:
Okay, so. I've never claimed to be the greatest smut writer in the history of fanfiction, but Tahno and Korra scream sex. So I wrote this. More to come!
It's times like these I need relief
Please show me how,
Oh show me how
To get it right.
—Tighten Up, The Black Keys
His hands move over her elegant body slowly, drawing needy whines and sharp cries out of her mouth.
His mouth finds her nipple and she squirms underneath him, desperately wanting him in her most secret of all places—
"What're you reading?"
Korra yelps and nearly falls out of her chair, quickly bringing the book to her chest, attempting to hide the text. "N-Nothing," she stutters.
Jinora pries the book from Korra's fingers with more strength then the Avatar would have thought a girl of ten would possess. "You've been pretty engrossed in it for the past couple of moments. You didn't hear me say your name."
"Oh?" Korra squeaks out, face turning bright red as Jinora holds the book open in front of her and starts to skim.
"What's a 'Love Pearl'?" Jinora asks, tilting her head to the side curiously.
"It's nothing!" Korra snaps, snatching the book out of Jinora's hands before standing up, placing the book down into the chair and then sitting on top of it. "Don't worry about it. Just something stupid to pass the time."
Jinora quirks an eyebrow. "Oooookay. If you say so. Dinner is ready." She smiles and then exits Korra's room, leaving a mortified Avatar behind.
Korra's not really sure why she's here.
She'd managed to intimidate the janitor at the destroyed arena into giving her the address. She'd been pretty determined half an hour ago, when she'd left Air Temple Island in order to come here.
But now that she's outside of Tahno's apartment door, she's not so confident anymore.
She's been standing here in the hallway for a full five minutes, anxiously pacing back and forth and debating in her head whether or not it's worth it to knock.
The decision is made for her. The door swings open and suddenly Tahno's smirking face comes into full view. He leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest. "Ah, Avatar Korra. To what do I owe the pleasure?" His voice is low and impactful.
A shiver runs down Korra's spin and she mentally shakes herself, forcing herself to concentrate. She straightens up and pins her glare on him. "I want to talk to you about what happened the other day at the gym."
He blinks at her, unfazed. "Talk away."
She grits her teeth and turns her head away awkwardly. "You kissed me."
He shrugs one shoulder. "So? I kiss a lot of people."
Korra flushes at this, from frustration or jealously, either one. "Yeah, well, I do too!"
She expects him to frown, expects his eye to twitch, something that would indicate that her kissing other people would bother him. Instead his smirk becomes shaper. "Yeah? Which brother?"
Korra feels all of the blood rush into her face. "That's none of your business!" she snaps, irritated.
He shrugs again and then steps back into his apartment. He pushes the door open with one hand. "Come on in. I'm making food."
"I already ate," Korra snips back. And despite her better judgment she follows him into his apartment and closes the door behind her.
The first thing she notices is that he has to live by himself. No roommate could possibly put up with someone who is so messy. There's ripped pieces of paper scattered along the floor and, frowning, Korra bends down and picks up a particularly large piece and inspects it. It's half of a poster featuring Tahno and the rest of his Wolfbats team.
Korra realizes with a jolt that the papers all over the floor are posters that Tahno probably tore in half himself, along with bits of old newspaper articles that Korra would bet were about him and his old team.
Suddenly serious, she stands up and turns to Tahno, ripped poster still in hand. "Tahno—"
But he has been watching her and seems to know what she's about to say. "Don't."
Korra bites her lip, suddenly feeling guilty even though none of this was her fault and she knows that. "Listen, just because Amon took your bending away doesn't mean that you're not a waterbender anymore. You still are, Tahno."
She's not sure if her words have any effect, though, since there's no change of expression across his pointed face.
"Don't," he says again.
She nods slowly and lets the poster half fall back to the floor.
She walks over to the kitchen counter where he's making noodles for himself. "So," she mutters, suddenly feeling horrendously awkward, "about the other day at the gym—"
"That's the second time you've brought that up in the past five minutes," he points out, looking up at her. "Did you want to do it again or something?"
He's half joking, Korra knows this, but even still she looks him right in the eye and says, "Perhaps."
He cocks an eyebrow and gives her a quick once over. She's not dressed in anything special, of course, just her regular outfit, but she thinks that he looks pretty appreciative of what he sees. She props one hand on her hip and smirks at him.
Tahno quickly drops the chopsticks that he had just picked up and immediately moves around the kitchen table. Then he's cupping her cheeks with his hands and kissing her.
Her fingers clutch at his wrists and she pushes herself up against him. It's even better than the other day and all she can think about is that stupid sex scroll she was reading earlier and whether or not this experience will turn out anything like it.
His hands move to her shoulders and then Tahno's tongue is in her mouth. Granted, Korra's not a very experienced kisser, but she likes to consider herself a quick learner. She memorizes the movements of his lips and tongue and flips them back onto him. He moans a bit, deep in his throat, and his fingers briefly tighten on her shoulders in one jerky movement.
Then he's dropped one arm and snaked it around her waist, deftly backing her towards the couch on the other side of the room. Korra' lips fumble a bit, because this is multitasking and she's still learning, but the back of her knees hit the couch soon enough.
Then she's sitting on the cushions and Tahno has fallen next to her. He moves his mouth away from her lips and starts to kiss her neck, alternating between soft kisses and sucking.
And then he's kissing behind her earlobe and a moan escapes from between Korra's lips. Any other time and she'd feel embarrassed at making a noise like that, but right now she's so caught up in the moment that she doesn't even care. She can feel his grin against her skin and he gently starts to push against her, urging her to lie down on her back.
Instead Korra stiffens and then pushes against him. She'll approach this at her own pace, she thinks. She likes to be in control.
To her slight surprise Tahno lets her push against his chest. He settles down against the couch, Korra straddling him.
She takes the initiative and starts kissing him, soft at first, before applying some of the techniques she'd just learned against him. His hands grip at her hips and he makes low sounds in his throat. Korra tries not to feel too pleased with herself.
She lets her hands wander over his chest, feeling the lean muscles, before ghosting over his broad shoulders. She feels him shudder underneath her body and then she's dipping her fingers lower, across his abdomen. Then, feeling brazen, she cups the bulge that she had noticed straining against his pants.
He gasps and then, to her annoyance, he gently takes her hand and moves it back to his shoulder. She squirms against him purposely, grinding against the bulge, and his grip on her hand tightens. "Hold you horses," he instructs, a bit breathless. "You don't know what to do with that just yet."
Korra bristles. It was exactly the wrong thing to say to her. "Wanna bet?"
She pulls her hand out of Tahno's hold and moves her fingers over his pants, quickly undoing the button and unzipping the zipper. Then he's in her hands and Tahno inhales sharply in surprise. Korra gives his cock a little stroke, all the while trying not to stare at it like an idiot. It hardens and grows larger against her palms and fingers and she tries not to squeak.
She soon discovers that she can use the expressions on his face and the reactions his body has in order to judge if she's doing the whole handjob thing correctly.
If her movements become too soft then his face goes blank. If she grips it tightly, like she's done this a million times before, then his head will roll back against the couch and he'll gasp. She recalls what she'd read in the sexy scroll and twists her hand against the tip. It jerks in her fingers and she smiles.
Soon one of Tahno's hands are pulling the bands out of her hair so that he can run his fingers through her locks. But his fingers are shaking, she notices, and his eyes are wide and barely focusing on her. The other hand is fisted into the fabric of the couch. She bites her bottom lip and gaze at him, quickening her pace. She watches him unfold before her.
He's groaning, eyes squeezed shut, his grip in her hair almost uncomfortably tight as he comes in her hands, swearing over and over under his breath.
Korra eases her movements and studies the sticky release coating her fingers with curiosity rather than disgust. She grabs a couple of tissues from the tissue box on the coffee table and cleans off her fingers without a word. When she turns back to Tahno she notices that he's subtly tucked himself back into his pants and zipped himself up.
He had been practically silent throughout the whole thing, Korra realizes. How very un-Tahno-like. Perhaps she shocked him into silence. That thought makes her happy.
And then in one quick movement she's on her back, Tahno looming above her with his long fingers curling into the waistband of her pants.
"What are you doing?" she gasps. The heat between her legs had become pretty noticeable to her, but she wasn't really sure what—
Tahno begins to pull her pants over her hips and she can feel her own heart pounding in her chest.
Her mind goes blank at the image of Tahno looking up at her from between her legs. What was happening again? She can barely think.
Then he's smirking. "Payback, sweetheart."