You're the Avatar...and I'm?
Mako threw his head back and howled like a dog. His voice was deep and raspy, rattling against his throat as his body shivered and quaked. His teeth were barred like an animal holding back from showing its fangs. He furrowed his brows and stifled another groan. His hazel eyes glanced around their loft making sure no one could see him. His duvet was gathered at the foot of his bed along with his boxers, the only garment he usually wore to bed, leaving him naked and exposed.
His eyes flickered over to the digital clock in his room, 4 A.M. it flashed accompanied by the sun very slowly peaking over the horizon. In earlier years, he was too busy stressing over finding his brother's next meal or making next months rent to sleep normal hours. He was often an insomniac so being up this early in the morning wan't shocking to him. Thankfully his sleepless nights grew lesser in numbers as of late, all thanks to their Pro-bending matches. A steady income was better than forging the streets. The trauma of loosing his parents at a young age still weighted heavy on him. Although, he hadn't had a nightmare in almost a year thankfully. However tonight he was awoken by the very opposite of a bad dream.
His fist dragged down the skin of his shaft, gripped tighter at the base of his dick, then pulled back up to the tip of his dripping head. "Ahhh" He moaned, watching his curled fingers continue to pump his cock languidly. Images of his newest teammate Korra danced pervertedly in Mako's mind and fueled this scorching desire between his legs. He hissed behind clenched teeth, trying to stifle another moan. Bolin should be fast asleep by now and the last thing he wanted was to wake him up because of.. this.
His right hand ignited a small flame in his palm and he used the warmth to ease his muscles. He worked up and down his slick length while he used his left hand to cup his balls.
"mhm..hmn" He grunted, remembering the shape of her breasts beneath that tight, blue top. The desire he had to pull that fabric over her head and set the peaks of her breasts in his mouth was insufferable.
He couldn't remember the last time he fought so hard to keep his composure, especially around some random fangirl. The first time he saw her, his heart sank. Her bright blue eyes peering into him sent a jolt of lightning through his body. He was aware of how cold he was toward her, but he couldn't help it. No one had ever gotten a reaction like that out of him before, especially someone he knew nothing about. Truthfully, it scared him...to be so instantly drawn to someone.
Now that she was permanently apart of the team only made this worse. He would never openly admit to having sexual fantasies of Korra, but occasionally he would. They were often of different scenes and scenarios that were too outrageous to be real, which easily separated dream from reality, but tonight his dream felt so real he couldn't shake himself of it.
It played out like any average day would and it took him a few moments to realize he was actually dreaming. They were at bending practice, running drills and doing some light weight training, like they always did. Then afterwards Korra confronted him in the men's locker room, sporting her usual cocky attitude and stingy sarcasm. He honestly loved that about her, she knew how to catch everything he threw at her and replied with something equally as condescending. She never backed down from his intimidating demeanor. Unlike other girls who naturally submitted to his masculinity, found it instantly attractive. Korra challenged it, which turned him on even more. Made him imagine how they'd fight for dominance in bed...She would for sure put up quite a fight. He could feel himself swelling at just the thought.
He woke with the dreams' abrupt end of her ripping his uniform to shreds as they ravished each other in the gym's shower. A strenuous erection was his consequence and he had to relieve it for his own sanity. Thinking back on the past few days there were several times Korra excited him in such an embarrassing way. He would hear her grunt and moan during practice and couldn't help but theorize if that's how she sounded when she fucked. Her hair would fall out of her ponytails or a bit of her bangs would fall in front of her eyes and he just wanted to comb his fingers threw it. She was so powerful on her own, but then adding the fact that she was the Avatar just made her more alluring. She was so down to Earth for someone who had the responsibility of the world on her shoulders. Her energy made him submissive, that alone was so tantalizing.
Bolin was obviously crushing on her, which only made Mako want to dislike her more. Fighting over a girl was never a good look, especially if the other guy is your younger brother who you practically raised. He only hoped he was good enough of an actor to play this off like everything was fine. Being a douchebag toward the Avatar was his only hope to persuade her to keep her distance from him. At this point he was about to burst so this morning-wood was a result of biting back his desires for so long.
The pad of his index finger spread the stream of pre-cum around his sensitive tip and the sensation prickled down his body to the curl of his toes. Would Korra's tongue feel like this? Soft and light, drawing circles around his skin... Mako moaned again as his muscles seized. His imagination was too dangerously accurate, so perfectly tailored to what he craved.
Her plump lips puckering around his girth as she swallowed him whole. Would all of it fit? "Fuck..." He breathed. He could see her eyes, so crystal blue, gazing up at him with delight.
He was so drenched in lust it was almost tangible and strangely foreign; so overpowering that his entire body subdued to it. When was the last time he even had a moment to himself like this? He felt like some horny teenage boy who saw boobs for the first time. Korra had such a hold on him and she didn't even know it.
Mako moaned unable to bite back the sound as he remembered how she walked up to him, her sculpted legs carrying those round swaying hips. His dream was able to make such a carbon copy of Korra that mirrored real life. Her crystal eyes watched his every move and made him feel so vulnerable, but in the most exploitive of ways. If there was anyone in the universe he would submit to it was Korra. Her aggression was intense, but definitely not unwanted.
He was panting now as he stroked himself, using both hands gripped around his cock. He stroked up and down while simultaneously moving his hands opposite of each other like wringing out a towel. He was feeling out every movement of his hands like his life depended on it. It felt so good, and he knew he was getting closer and closer to finishing. He quickened his pace as his hips bucked forward, the images in his mind playing that lucid dream over and over again. Her voice...her body... Spirits he wanted her so bad...
"Korra" He breathed remembering her touch, how he craved more of it. He stroked himself faster feeling his orgasm build. His cock was thick and veins protruding as he desperately squeezed himself. He was burning hot and twitching in anticipation.
A few quick strokes was all he had left in him before he threw his head back and wailed. His voice was strained and airy, trying to be as quiet as possible. His fist continued tugging on himself in short spastic bursts as his seed spilled all over his stomach. A billowing warmth caressed his muscles as he emptied himself entirely.
After a few moments of silence he opened his eyes and sighed, his mind suddenly blank. That...really just happened. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel himself blushing.
He was slightly exhausted now but still too alert to fall back to sleep. Looking at the mess he had just made, he figured he'd get a start on his day and jumped out of bed for a quick shower. After drying himself off he threw on a pair of sweats and a white shirt. He walked out of his room feeling drained but stopped to peer out the large windows overlooking the bay. Avatar Island sat just along the waters' horizon and Korra sound asleep inside. He wondered if she felt the same and the man inside himself hoped she did.