Working on this athletic!Korrasami pic has me thinking more about the story behind the picture. Mostly the setting and how they would be as modern-day teens. I have another post about my headcanons if the Krew were athletes, like what kind of sports they would play.
But I just came up with this high school AU idea where Korra is on the basketball team, and she’s really good, but she obviously puts more effort into the working out as her muscles show even at 17. And she ends up getting picked on by some of her classmates for being “manish” since she doesn’t like dressing girly at all and is always hanging with Bolin cuz they’re super bros and do crazy stupid shit together. But then Asami and Mako take care of these guys calling Korra names, not because Korra is feeling down about those comments since she doesn’t even know about them (and if she did, she wouldn’t give a fuck) but because they’re her friends and they won’t dare allow anyone talk smack about Korra ever. And it would be a Krew team moment because they’re all really good friends and Korra finds out what they did because Bolin brought it up casually after those same guys give her really nice compliments, and Korra’s heart warms up because she has really good friends watching her back even when she doesn’t need it. And me being the shipper that I am, I would hint a bit at Makorra and a smidget of Korrasami perhaps, but it’d mostly be a Krew-bonding fic.
Maybe I’ll just write a one-shot of it.
God, I need to practice writing more.
Would a WIP be sufficient?
Well, it’s only a WIP. And it’s not really smut? They’re just naked?
skhdksahdaksjdalj YES. YES GOOD.
I died reading the tags. XD
There’s also this thing, which is even rougher than that one.
Still “just naked” tho. c:
I’m not in the right mindset to do full-length fanfic, but I might write a snippet
(OR A ONE-SHOT WHERE I WORD-VOMIT ON THE PAGE LIKE I DID HERE)when the inspiration strikes me. Especially if it’s something I can’t put into fanart.
This is one of those times.
God, I haven’t written in so long.
Mako finally removed his scarf, for fear Korra would inadvertently rip it to shreds as she tore to feel his bare neck and chest. He could feel her desire through the tension in her body. How tightly she locked her thighs against his hips as she straddled him. How sporadic and heavy her breaths came as she nipped and licked and nibbled up his jawline up to his right earlobe. He was reminded of how sharp her fingernails were despite their shortness as she clawed at his coat. He could feel the heat of her blood radiating off her skin as his hands settled on her hips. Those delicious hips that were grinding against his own in an attempt at relief yet only stoking their fires more strongly. Her hips moved fluidly as her upper body heavily pressed against his chest, the softness of her breasts felt through the thickness of his uniform.
Korra’s boots, fur pelt, and arm bands laid abandoned at his feet. He felt her frustration at how un-naked they still were as she pressed him deeper into the couch.
But his hands still remained at her hips, tempted but refusing to leave the safety of their neutral zone.
This was the first time they’d had alone since Mako’s police training began and Korra’s responsibilities to the City Council picked up.
This was also their first time. If they kept going at this rate.
In the past several weeks, they’d either had too little time together or were too exhausted to do more than fall asleep as soon as they cuddled together.
Chief Bei Fong was her roughest on the rookies, and despite their previous partnership, she did not spare Mako any favors, especially as a non-metalbender. He was surprised he would still have enough energy to prepare a quick dinner before collapsing.
With Korra’s mastery of airbending progressing, though not quite complete, her practices lessened, but more and more of her time was dedicated to repairing the bonds between the people and the council and police force. Amon’s revolution-turned-war left more than just a mark on the city, and there was already much to be done even without that extra burden. No day was the same for her, meaning she could be working before the first rays of sunrise or she would return home long after the late spring sunset.
Perhaps it was fate that granted Mako a full-day off and Korra an early return home. Just as Mako had set the groceries down on the kitchen table, he heard the eagerness in her voice as she burst through the front door. It wasn’t long before he found himself pushed deeper into the couch than he thought was possible.
“Mako,” she murmured as she made her way back to his lips. He gripped her hips more firmly, holding her body closer to his. Her hands moved his neck and hair as she overwhelmed him with her taste. Despite their proximity, it was as if she wouldn’t be satisfied until their everything was touching, and even then she’d probably crave for more. He moaned into her mouth when her fingers started massaging and kissing along the base of his skull, working their way up until his head was cradled in her hands.
She broke the kiss, leaning her forehead against his, breathing him in. “Mako…” she whined this time. He looked up to see her eyes screwed shut. “I want you,” she spoke softly, wrapping her arms completely around his neck.
Mako finally moved his hands up to her waist, pulling her body fully against his. “I’m yours,” he plainly stated.
“No…” she drawled, dropping her upper body’s hold on him in defeat. She buried her face against his shoulder, but he could see her embarrassment by the redness of her ears. “I want you. I want…” She took a shaky breath. “Sex. Iwanttohavesexwit-“
Mako pressed his lips against the ridge of her left ear before she could blurt out more. Her ears were extremely warm after all. He pulled her body up a bit and nuzzled her neck through her collar. He ran his hands up and down her back, pushing her body harder against his chest. He kissed at the flesh visible above her collar, right below her jaw, and she moaned just the tiniest bit as her head tilted to give him better access.
“Korra,” he mumbled against her neck. Korra’s left hand worked its way back into his hair. “Korra,” he said more clearly, pulling away to bring her face to his and to light kiss her lips. “I am yours,” he pronounced more affectionately. “I want you just the same.”
Korra held his gaze as his thumbs caressed her smooth cheeks. She held lightly onto his wrists. “Are you sure?” she quietly asked.
He grinned at her meekness, closing his eyes as she pushed at his shoulders and leaned back in his lap, crossing her arms. “Don’t laugh,” she pouted. “It’s embarrassing to say.”
He chuckled a little before placing his hands on her hips again to pull her back to him. Still pouting, she relented and rested her hands on his chest. He leaned his head down to tease the pout off her face. “I am as ready as you are,” he said gently as he held her close in his arms. “And we don’t have to go the whole way if you’re not comfortable.”
Korra snapped up. “But I don’t want to. Stop, that is. I mean…I want to go the whole…way. I want to do everything with you. I want sex. And you. I mean, sex WITH you and…”
Mako couldn’t help but laugh at how flustered his girlfriend was, her cheeks flushed but her eyes staring into his intensely, pride refusing to let her look away. He cupped her cheeks and smoothed her eyebrows over. He held her stare. “We can do it all. As long as you’re ready.”
“Pfft, like that was ever a question.” She smirked up at him, her fiery confidence returned. “Everything?” Her eyes narrowed.
He matched her smile. “Everything.”
“Perfect.” She grabbed his collar and pulled him into a languid kiss. He could tell she was holding back and smiled against her lips as he felt her hands tugging at his clothes. “If we’re going to do everything, we better get started.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Mako gripped her bottom as her legs wrapped around his waist.
“I am yours too, you know,” she spoke into his ear as he stood up and made his way to their room.
“I think I can deal with that.”