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11:45PM

Which was the time when Asami and Korra ushered their way into The Spirit World, the club of their preference, their usual first choice. Asami enjoyed the aesthetics, a sexier color scheme of grays and maroons, she preferred the way the colors flashed off of Korra when they danced together. Korra was a fan of the music at the club, faster house beats and dirtier hip-hop grooves exploded through the speakers, bass to the songs she could feel reverberating in her chest- the perfect way to listen to music in her eyes. 

Lately, however, Korra’s preference towards The Spirit World, hadn’t just been the amazing music and cheaper drinks they served on the weekends. She’d been distracted by something, well- someone.

The couple usually tire of the club after a few consecutive weeks of frequenting. Asami generally being the one to suggest a night in of lounging on the couch, action movies, shitty reality television, and make out sessions that precede a long night of sex. 

Just lately, Korra’s distraction, the sole reason why she had persisted on heading to the club for their fourth weekend in a row, came in the form of a woman. 

If one could even call her that.

Korra was convinced Kuvira was some kind of god just from her looks alone. Not to mention her personality. Sometimes cockiness fit some people very well and Kuvira was definitely one of those people.

She’d remember shivering at the deeper register of the woman’s voice those four weeks ago when Kuvira had approached her at the bar. Asami had gone to freshen up in the bathroom and left Korra to fend for herself, Korra heard the deep chuckle of a voice in her ear and looked up to see deep green eyes peering at her. Kuvira’s hair was down, wavy tendrils framing her face and a colorful drink in her hand. Korra remembered staring vividly at the cup when Kuvira took a sip, her thick lips settled on the rim, the column of her throat moving tantalizingly when she gulped, her eyes never leaving Korra’s. The tension from that moment alone lit a fire in the woman.

A fire Kuvira was thrilled to continue to let burn. Week after week of seeing Asami and Korra head into the club she made it her mission to speak to Korra. Kuvira not only relished in the anticipation coming from her whenever their eyes locked and they picked up a conversation, but also anticipation for Asami’s actions. Kuvira tried to stay in tune with the taller woman between the couple, she was just as stunning as Korra, but the coolness of her face was something that irked Kuvira- she wanted that reaction, she wanted Asami to want her. 

Korra was smitten, she desired Kuvira and she made that fact very clear to Asami, who she had noticed was rather neutral about the presence of the new woman in their lives. Asami wasn’t jealous of Korra’s interest in another woman, she was just apprehensive about a woman like Kuvira. The arrogance from her was something she knew Korra was drawn towards, but it repelled her. However, that didn’t stop Asami from appreciating Kuvira- aesthetically. She completely understood why Korra wouldn’t mind bending over any sturdy object for the woman. Kuvira was stunning , that fact was true- the thick eyebrows, wavy hair, and a body to die for. Asami found herself staring at the woman on multiple occasions, forgetting the fact she was an arrogant self-absorbed prick. Asami could understand the appeal, resonate with it, even wouldn’t mind spreading her legs wide for the woman- the second Kuvira opened her mouth, however, that was the reason why Asami made herself maintain a cool head. She wouldn’t give Kuvira the reaction she desired from her and Asami would be damned if she let Kuvira come out as a victor in this game the three of them played.

Alas, it was 11:45PM in The Spirit World and Asami had a firm hand on Korra’s waist as they pushed through the number of guests congregating near the entrance of the club. Asami led her girlfriend as Korra was already nodding her head to the beat of the song playing through the speakers, she smiled to herself at the joy the music brought her and let her eyes scan the crowd, searching for dark hair, long legs, and green eyes. 

What Korra didn’t see was Asami’s eyes scanning along with hers, and unbeknownst to Korra- secretly wanting the enigmatic woman to creep out from the shadows as well.

Korra wasn’t sure how she did it, but Kuvira always managed to sneak up on her, her eyes never spotting the woman of their own volition until she was right in front of her. Knowing the routine Asami and her maintained from the last fours week of frequenting the venue, Kuvira was probably already in the club, sipping on a drink and watching them from afar. It brought shivers to Korra’s spine to know she was being watched, examined, probed by Kuvira’s delicious gaze.

Kuvira leaned her body against the tabletop she occupied, she clocked the couple the second she saw Asami’s fair skin and long raven hair through the lighting in the club. Her hand tightened around the glass in her hand from the appearance of the pair. Her eyes began at Asami’s feet, black stilettos she donned with tight black slacks- Kuvira huffed out a small breath of satisfaction to herself at the sight of Asami’s ass once the couple had reached the bar. She let her gaze roam higher, to the white satin and translucent collared shirt Asami wore, buttoned all the way to the top with a blood-red tie fastened around her neck. Kuvira could see the detailing of the woman’s bra through her dress shirt and quickly let her gaze run towards Korra, knowing her patience would wear dangerously thin and she’d get the urge to approach the couple while they still actively searched for her and Kuvira didn’t want to relinquish the power she held.

Her eyes scanned appreciatively over the black and tight bodycon dress Korra wore. The longest portion sat just above Korra’s knees as the slit came up the front of the dress, creating an asymmetrical cut around the skirt and showcasing the woman’s powerful legs. The black color looked marvelous against Korra’s skin and Kuvira’s eyes hungrily rose to top of the dress- thin straps rested on Korra’s muscular shoulders as the dip from the front of the dress was wide and deep. Korra’s breasts strained against the material, she was braless- her tits sitting pretty as Kuvira wanted to groan at how delicious the bronzed skin looked on display, she wanted to mark it up, make Korra scream-

“Babe- I’m gonna go freshen up,” Korra looked at Asami, her girlfriend had ordered their first drinks of the night as they each sat at the bar.

The pair hadn’t been speaking much, mostly because Korra was still wildly looking through the crowds of people, searching for the woman she knew was here. 

Once more, Asami had been looking as well, albeit much more discreetly than Korra. 

“Do you need me to come with you?” Korra reached across the bar and took Asami’s hand in a soft grip, her girlfriend managing an appreciative smile as she slid out of her barstool.

Asami shook her head and brought up Korra’s hand, she kissed at the flesh and winked. “I’ll be right back,” Asami reassured and began stepping her way through the crowd.

The moment Asami disappeared through the sea of people, the hairs on the back of Korra’s neck stood up. She knew she was being watched from the minute she stepped into the club but it was more of a dull remembrance by this point. The feeling that went through her body now was sharp, heightened, she knew it was because of Kuvira’s eyes and Korra’s heart rate picked up.

Kuvira set down her drink, running a fingertip along the condensation on the glass and viewing the interaction between Asami and Korra.

Her lip corner quirked when she watched Asami slide out of the barstool and part from her girlfriend, her eyes viewing the taller women until she disappeared from sight in the crowd. Kuvira picked up her glass from the tabletop and ran a hand through her straightened hair, the locks reaching her mid-back. Kuvira began her approach, her steps calm, deliberate.

Korra felt her heart rate pick up even more, the sensation amplified out of nowhere. Her breaths had gathered into small pants and Korra smoothed down the material of her dress, her hands running over her thighs which she managed to squeeze together briefly, arousal already prickling at her, and Korra tried to gain a semblance of sanity.

Kuvira neared, seeing the rigidity from Korra’s sedentary position on the barstool. She figured the woman would be highly anticipating her as this was now the fourth time they had run into each other at the club, Kuvira swirled the drink in her hand a few times and continued to walk closer towards the woman.

She panted, Kuvira was here, she was somewhere. Close enough where Korra could feel the energy, it wouldn’t be much longer, she knew she was so, so, close-

“I’m not sure I can pass this off as déjà vu as this is now our fourth time running into each other-” 

Korra listened as the familiar voice paused, Kuvira came into her line of sight and her eyes greedily took in the image of her large hand swirling the ice cubes in her drink. Korra’s gaze drinking in her long fingers and finding the rhythmic circular motion of her wrist oddly sensual.

“-if I didn’t know any better I think you might like me or something,” Kuvira brought the glass up and took a sip, feeling Korra’s gaze on her mouth as she closed her eyes briefly, letting the alcohol fall into her system. 

Korra managed a smile. It was characteristic of Kuvira to greet her with such blatant flirting, and it would be obnoxious if she wasn’t so damn attracted to the woman. She breathed out a sigh, making eye contact as soon as Kuvira’s lids parted, “What a pleasant surprise,” Korra let out, just a bit of teasing in the tone.

Kuvira gave another appreciative glance at the appearance of the woman in front of her, which caused more goosebumps to rise on Korra’s skin, her own eyes raking over Kuvira in front of her. The woman tended to switch up her style, incorporating both masculine and feminine looks, but tonight, Kuvira was a delectable blend of the two. An oversized, but fully open baseball jersey donned on her torso, Korra stared at her flat and muscular stomach as the woman only wore a black sports bra underneath the layer. Blue eyes fell lower to loose jeans on her hips, Korra’s mouth wanting to drop open at the sight of the hot-pink thong straps peeking out from the jeans, the color vibrant against Kuvira’s skin and practically glowing in the lighting of the club.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer-” Kuvira spoke playfully and saw Korra’s gaze return to her own, she realized she really liked the feeling of her eyes on her.

Being desired was something Kuvira simply couldn’t get enough of.

“You’re a tease,” Korra put simply and a feigned innocent expression crossed Kuvira’s face.

“Whatever do you mean doll?” The pet-name slipped from Kuvira’s lips, she saw Korra fight a smile and took another sip of her drink.

“A thong? Really?” Korra spoke, exasperated, and Kuvira let a wide grin cross her face.

“What? It was cute.” Korra rolled her eyes at Kuvira’s half-assed defense.

“It’s teasing me,” Korra reiterated and Kuvira stepped closer to her, the breath in her lungs suddenly becoming scarce and she breathed in deeper to alleviate the sudden burning sensation.

“I’ve teased you these past few weeks doll-” Her voice dropped to a murmur and Korra trembled as Kuvira leaned to the side of her, lips barely scratching over the shell of her ear when she spoke, “-I think it’s time for you take a hint.”

Kuvira leaned back and wanted to moan under her breath by the charged energy in the eye contact she held with Korra. The tension was exactly what she needed.

“About what?” Korra edged further, she knew what Kuvira implied, but she wanted to hear the woman say it.

Kuvira grinned, swishing her drink again, “Who’s the tease now?”

Korra squeezed her thighs at the wink Kuvira threw in her direction, the tension, the flirting, it was maddening. Korra didn’t know where her wall was, when she’d leap over the line and fling herself at Kuvira, giving her body and its urges what they’ve been craving. All she knew was that her breaking point was rapidly approaching and by the look in Kuvira’s eyes, it seems the woman wouldn’t mind fulfilling all of Korra’s downright sinful wishes.

“Kuvira- I see you’ve finally graced us with your presence,” Asami jabbed sarcastically, her presence shocking both Kuvira and Korra.

The mirth in Asami’s tone rang in Kuvira’s ears as she recovered quicker than the woman’s girlfriend and passed a heated glance in the direction of Asami.

“I don’t see you,” her eyes shifted from Asami to Korra, “or your girlfriend complaining.”

Korra blushed as she felt the weight of Kuvira’s stare on her again. Asami narrowed her eyes at the prospect. She and Korra may have been open to trying different things - and people - in the bedroom, but she just couldn’t fathom what her girlfriend saw so... easily in someone as audacious as Kuvira, enough to drag Asami back to the club weekend after weekend that is. Especially because Kuvira was the type of person Asami sought to put in her place. 

“You don’t have anyone else to entertain?” Asami said.

“I think Korra is entertained plenty.” Kuvira sauntered closer to Asami, challenging her before looking over to Korra. “Unless I’m mistaken?”

“Well- I mean- I don’t mind her over here,” Korra replied as quietly as a loud club would allow for her to be heard. She began to down her drink, handing the other one to Asami.

“Of course you don’t,” Asami muttered, her eyes still locked with Kuvira’s.

“And what about you?” Kuvira inquired, slowly reaching to play with Asami’s tie.

“What about me?”

“I’d say you’re just as excited to see me, or else you’d have sent me off by now.” She stepped closer to the taller woman. “Or last week-” She tugged at her tie, their faces mere inches apart. “Or the week before that.”

Asami cleared her slightly dry throat. “I’d say you’re full of yourself.”

“That may be, but you’ve given me no indication that I shouldn’t be.”

Asami could feel Kuvira’s breath on her lips, their mutually green eyes silently battling each other, and there’s no way she’d give in to close the distance. Because why would she? It’s not like the way she was talking to her turned her on or anything. Besides, she knew Kuvira was only toying with her. Or so she kept telling herself. 

Asami broke eye contact first and stepped back as casually as she could.

 “Maybe I have my own personal plans for you.”

She felt Kuvira’s smirk as she kept her eyes forward, not really focused on any particular thing. She quickly downed her glass, grimacing at the liquor to juice ratio. Kuvira finished hers off as well, just as Korra was already waving down one of the bartenders.

“You two want to take shots with me or what?” she said.

“Sure,” “Yeah,” they said simultaneously.

Both women brought their attention to the liquor on display.

“What do you guys want? This round is on me,” Korra said.

“You know I could be on you tonight, if you wanted me to,” Kuvira whispered in her ear. 

Korra immediately went red, grasping the edge of the bar as her breath caught. Asami looked over after surveying the dozens of alcoholic brands, barely catching the end of their interaction. 

“What was that?” she asked, shooting Kuvira a feverish glare.

“Nothing, just that I’m good with whiskey,” Kuvira responded coolly, but Asami could see the mischievousness in her eyes just as the bartender finally got over to them. 

“What can I get you three?” 

They all end up ordering whiskey shots from the top shelf, Korra convincing them to do a double. Since it was later, and busier, in the night, the bartender ironically opted to use untouched whiskey glasses instead of waiting for the shot glasses to go through the wash. Which meant larger shots for the same price. Or maybe he just thought they were cute. Kuvira figured it was the latter.

“So I propose a toast,” she said as the bartender walks away.

“To what?” Asami asked.

“Hm. Life? Health? Giving into temptation?” Kuvira cut her eyes to Asami right as the latter part left her lips, being met with another glare.

“You must have the wro-”

“So life and health it is!” Korra interjected, feeling a little too sober for her liking.

Kuvira raised her glass. “Life and health.”

Korra and Asami raised theirs, all three clinking. Kuvira and Asami’s eyes locked yet again. Asami didn’t break it, taking her shot in one mouthful, not wincing this time. Asami did steal a peak at the woman’s jaw and neckline, how Kuvira’s throat bobbed as the liquor slid down, grateful that even for a second, something could keep her quiet. She’d keep that in mind for later on. 

Kuvira turned her attention to Korra. “I think we should have a dance, yeah?”

“Just us?” Korra looked between her and Asami.

“She could join us if she’d like,” Kuvira suggested.

“I’m right here,” Asami said, half annoyed.

“What do you say, doll?” 

Kuvira already had Korra in hand, halfway off the barstool.

“Sure. Whatever.” Asami grabbed Korra’s other hand as Kuvira led the couple onto the dance floor.

Kuvira and Asami each pulled Korra’s hand with the same amount of pressure and intensity as they led the woman sandwiched between them to the dance floor. Korra at the moment, glancing in between the two women, felt her body tense at the prospect of being in both of their close proximity. She wasn’t a fool, she’d seen the gazes Kuvira had been giving her girlfriend and at first, Asami’s looks of disinterest appeared to be genuine, but after a while, Korra could spot the flicker of something in the emerald green eyes of her partner.

Korra wanted to uncover that little something, pull at the thread until Asami’s mask came falling down and her true desires were revealed. Korra felt herself smiling at the thought, before she felt the hand of Kuvira on one part of her waist and Asami’s hand on the other.

They each pulled and Korra wanted to groan at the dual display of possessiveness.

Kuvira sneered at Asami from across the dancefloor, the song, “Futuresex/Lovesounds” by Justin Timberlake was pummeling through the speakers, the bass fully impacting into Kuvira’s chest cavity as she breathed out a sigh, intensifying her smirk as Asami’s glare became more serious.

Korra murmured along to the lyrics of the song, closing her eyes while letting her body move to the rhythm. She felt the familiar press of hips behind her own, the lithe body nestled behind her, and the smell of the expensive perfume- her head turned to see Asami’s green eyes staring into hers, Korra’s arousal picking up from the prickling sensation into a dull and continuous throb.

Kuvira moved closer to the couple, her hand still on Korra’s waist, as she was positioned in front of her. Asami had made the first move, sliding in behind her partner while serving Kuvira a glance full of arrogance, the feeling of having a leg-up over the cocky woman released a warm sensation in her chest.

Kuvira remembered seeing the eyebrow raise from Asami after she positioned herself behind Korra, as if to say ‘your move’ to which Kuvira bit her lip and made eye contact with Korra as soon as her lids parted.

The chorus of the song hit, the beats colliding as Korra rolled her body harder into Asami’s, her girlfriend obliged, rolling back and moving their hips together. But, Korra gasped as the sensation of Kuvira pressed to her front, Korra nestled into the woman’s neck as Kuvira’s deft hands squeezed over her breasts in her dress.

Korra’s gasp was loud and she knew both women had heard it.

Asami wanted to grind her teeth into dust, she hated how egotistical the woman seemed when she slid to Korra’s front, pressing their bodies together. But, Asami couldn’t deny the throb between her legs at the sight of it, Kuvira and Korra just looked too damn good together for her to ignore it completely.

“You can touch me you know-” Kuvira murmured in Korra’s ear, feeling the tentative hands part her baseball jersey and touch directly onto the bare skin of her waist. 

Kuvira grinned and immediately lifted her eyes to see Asami’s gaze barreling into hers, she grinned as she raised an eyebrow to the woman- mimicking her previous actions and mouthing ‘your move.’

Asami stiffened, her nails digging into the skin of Korra, her eyes zeroed in at the hands on Kuvira’s waist and the way the three of them had drifted closer and closer together. Korra switched the rhythm in her hips, rolling them in a manner so both Kuvira and Asami could reciprocate. She bit her lip when Asami’s knee nudged her legs open and positioned itself between them, just so Korra could grind on the extremity- which she did, very enthusiastically. 

Korra moaned at the feeling of the lips pressed on her neck, Asami laying open-mouthed kisses up and down the skin as she grabbed Kuvira harder and pressed their fronts together more.

The charged eye contact from Asami to Kuvira had only intensified. They each made their mark on Korra, grabbing her harder, touching her more scandalously, to spite one another. When Kuvira saw Asami place her knee between Korra’s legs, allowing her girlfriend to grind on the body part, she bit her lip to shoulder her own lust- the sight of Asami’s blown pupils, feverish, always peering back in Kuvira’s eyes was setting the woman off, but she wanted more .

Korra sucked in a breath immediately, “Fuck-” Kuvira’s hand pressed firmly at the apex of her thighs.

Her skimpy underwear did nothing to mitigate the firmness in Kuvira’s hand and the confidence in her fingers as she pressed right onto her clit.

“You fucking like that?” Kuvira muttered into Korra’s ear, who practically fell limp in Asami’s arms.

Asami kept her kisses on Korra’s neck, but her eyes landed on the hand pressed between her partner’s thighs. Her anger roared in her ears but immediately fell away when her eyes scanned Korra’s face.

Korra was elated, in complete ecstasy from the combination of Asami’s knee, her kisses, to the bold press of Kuvira’s hand to her pussy, she couldn’t believe anything could feel this good.

“Harder-” She murmured to Kuvira who smirked and followed the order.

Asami sucked Korra’s earlobe into her mouth, angling her body with her arms and her knee so Kuvira’s hand could press more freely to her pussy. Asami locked eyes with Kuvira after the action, each of them sharing a respective glance before Korra gasped again, letting out another curse that made Asami’s eyes glaze over in lust.

Korra peered at Kuvira, the three still grinding lazily as Korra’s hand gripped at her baseball jersey again, bringing their faces closer- they breathed in each other’s air, mouths mere inches apart as Korra whimpered when the pressing of Kuvira’s fingers turned into rhythmic circles between her thighs.

“Kiss me, kiss m-” Korra didn’t get to finish before Kuvira’s mouth sealed over hers.

It was a hot kiss full of tongue and teeth. Kuvira’s lips devoured Korra’s, leaving her wanting more every time they pulled apart, wantonly gasping at one another before smashing their mouths together once more. Kuvira relished in the desperation from Korra’s end of the kiss, the feeling of the woman’s frantic hands, scraping up and down her bare torso, digging her nails in at a few points, she felt like she was ready to have Korra yesterday .

Korra pulled away from Kuvira then quickly turned her head and firmly kissed Asami- the angle was slightly difficult and she gasped a few times in her partner’s mouth when Kuvira’s fingers rubbed particularly fast into her pussy, her hand ever present on the apex between her thighs, but Asami kept kissing her harder and harder, keeping the firm press of their bodies as near each other as possible.

Kuvira watched as Korra frantically sealed her mouth over her partner’s, the sight of their tongues mending together and causing each of the women to gasp- those sounds rang in Kuvira’s head and caused her need to flare up once more. She knew she wanted Asami’s mouth on her own.

Kuvira deserved those blood red lips and she was going to get them.

Korra and Asami separated after some time and Korra panted, then brought her gaze up.

She gasped.

Kuvira and Asami were staring at each other, a battle of wills at its climax as their green gazes locked onto one another.

Asami didn’t want to let Kuvira win, no matter how much her arousal roared in her ears, but the look the woman was giving her, even with the hand still pressed to Korra’s aching center, Asami could tell Kuvira’s focus was solely on her.

“This means nothing, you hear me?” Asami spoke stubbornly at the other woman and Kuvira grinned, knowing the statement was preceding extremely bold actions.

Korra watched the two women and felt her own arousal heighten, she was anticipating the kiss as much as they were.

“Just fucking come here already,” Asami rasped out at Kuvira, who smirked and bit at her lip.

Korra moved her head slightly as Kuvira quickly lunged towards her partner, she saw each of the women’s tongues dive into each other's mouths.

Asami fought for control as soon as her lips hit Kuvira’s. The woman had a skilled mouth, playful lips, and a tongue that slid along with Asami’s with such sensuality it made her grip tighten on Korra’s waist as she kissed Kuvira harder.

Kuvira moaned when Asami sucked on her tongue, her fingers pressing harder into Korra’s pussy as a result and causing the woman to let out another gasp as their mouths devoured one another’s. Kuvira kissed harder but Asami’s lips just felt too good against her own, so she conceded and gave the other woman control of the liplock, Kuvira surrendering to her desires and allowing Asami to take control of her- it felt so fucking good to submit to a woman like that, Kuvira was fucking drenched and she knew it.

“Can we get the fuck out of here?” The voice sounded as Asami and Kuvira broke apart, they each stared at Korra whose eyes were wide and full of lust.

Asami grinned and pressed a kiss to Korra’s neck, raising her eyes to meet Kuvira as she finished the action, “My baby here needs to get fucked in as many ways as she can think of, would you like to join?”

Kuvira’s eyes swam with anticipation at the request, the lust reigniting in her gaze at Asami’s words, “I’d be delighted to join.”

Korra felt the whimper in her throat at both sets of eyes on her, knowing with each of these women in charge there was no telling as to how many times she’d cum tonight.

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The ride home was not an easy one to endure, the cab driver refusing to take several hints that the trio did not care to engage in small talk with him. This didn’t stop Kuvira from keeping a firm hand on Korra’s thigh as she curtly answered whatever jabbered question the man threw at her. She had weasled her way in between Asami and Korra when entering the car, and before Asami could let the jealousy inside her steep at seeing that devious hand feeling up her girlfriend, another had found the inside of Asami’s thigh.

She found herself inwardly melting into the touch, naturally. The woman was good, if not disarming, but Asami could excuse her own arousal in lieu of not alerting the gentleman sober enough between the four of them to get them to their destination. Save for alcoholic influence, her poker face may have been stronger, but Kuvira’s smirk caught Asami stiffening whenever her nails dug in, smug eyes connected with her drowned out emeralds as her hand slid up higher. Asami broke eye contact, looking past Kuvira at her girlfriend, seeing as she was a casualty of the same effect, making her run even hotter.

It’s assumed the three girls’ minds ran on auto-pilot between arriving at Korra and Asami’s shared house and making it to the bedroom, if not the thought of ravaging each other on their minds. Korra had a woman in either hand as they stepped through the doorway of the master. Ironically, or maybe not so, given how worked up she was, Korra took charge first, drawing Asami in for a heated kiss. There was no tentativeness, knowing tongues immediately sliding into each other. Their hands follow, roaming the other’s body like they have countless times before, no less gratifying.

Kuvira was the obvious foreigner here, but quickly made herself acclimated, skimming Korra’s sides from behind. A hand found solace in the swell of Korra’s ass, squeezing before rubbing, and an audible gasp left her mouth, breaking from Asami in time for Kuvira to swoop in. She encapsulated Korra completely, making her desire and purpose known into her mouth, her hands still exploring, trying to find skin. Asami moved back to her place at Korra’s neck, both hands kneading chiffon covered skin from her waist slowly up to her breasts. The only sounds distinct were breaths taken in between lips smacking, wet lips and teeth marking flesh, soft hissing of fabric being scrunched up. 

Korra moaned into Kuvira’s mouth feeling her fingers pick up where they left off. Asami didn’t have to see to know that Kuvira was drawing firm, definitive circles into Korra’s clit. She’s done it enough times herself. But it’s when Korra pulled out of the kiss, head back, jaw cracked open slightly, that Asami understood the effect of Kuvira probing her; she could tell just how wet her fingers were rubbing her center, wishing they were hers. But Kuvira wouldn’t give her the chance yet, she wanted to feel Korra first tonight.

“You want my fingers don’t you?”

“Please. I want them inside me.”

Kuvira eyed Asami, once again, challenging her.

“You heard her.”

Asami scrutinized Kuvira, strengthening her grip on her girlfriend’s waist. Korra was too far gone to really give a fuck about their antagonism, but as Korra pulled on Kuvira’s wrist, Kuvira stilled her hand.

“I want Asami to watch me fuck you.”

“Of course you do,” Asami spat.

“Korra, doll,” Kuvira began, sliding Korra’s underwear aside, dipping a finger inside of her, a mere preview. “Tell your girlfriend to go sit in the recliner over there. If she refuses-” She pulled back. “You won’t get to cum. You do want me to make you cum, don’t you?”

Kuvira easily slid two fingers inside to the second knuckle, giving Korra more of an incentive. Korra felt so empty when Kuvira pulled out, and she looked pleadingly at Asami as Kuvira lightly stroked her, refusing to enter her again.

“Asami, please. For me.”

Asami didn’t say a word, just relinquished her hold, unwilling to deny her girlfriend. Really she would see this as an advantage, perfecting exactly how she’d make both of them squirm underneath her in retaliation. As she sauntered to the chair, she extricated all articles of clothing. She didn’t miss the looks on both women’s faces either as they watched. But of course, that damn shit eating grin returned to Kuvira’s.

“Asami?” Kuvira mused.

“Yes.” She regarded her with just a hint of annoyance.

“Don’t even think about touching yourself.”

“Don’t worry about me. Let’s just see if you’re as good as you say you are.” 

She can’t take it back, but her unconscious lip bite still warranted the intended reaction, Kuvira immediately taking Korra’s mouth, then trailing down her throat, as if to serve Asami’s demand.

Asami took many notes in that chair, if not to distract herself from the scene of debauchery set in front of her. Kuvira was exacting, yet meticulous in how she kissed and sucked at the base of Korra’s neck down to her collarbone, leaving a fresh wake of tri-toned bruises along the way. She’s not one for patience, figuratively ripping Korra’s dress and underwear off of her before pushing her on the bed, looking over her hungrily. 

She could very well be the complete opposite type of lover from Asami, but Kuvira still enthralled her girlfriend nonetheless, and she’s discovering just how hard it was for her to keep still in that goddamn chair. Because now Kuvira was stripping, and fucking spirits did she look amazing. That pink thong sitting on her hips started to come off, and Asami, seeing all of her for the first time, wished she was the one removing it. Her own fingers flexed and then formed a fist to mitigate the tension. The black sports bra raised over her shoulders, revealing perky breasts and pierced brown nipples Asami wanted to lick, and bite, and twist and -

“You still have to wait,” Kuvira said pompously, catching Asami staring, reading her thoughts apparently.

If anything, Asami really couldn’t wait to shut Kuvira the fuck up.

Asami almost missed Korra touching herself, waiting for Kuvira to return to her, if not for Kuvira gently swatting her hand away.

“Allow me doll.”

Kuvira didn’t tease Korra at all. Her tongue easily found the depths of her pussy, drawing out sharp gasps and moans that Asami swore she could feel herself. She licked piously, quickly learning what made Korra sigh, what made her hips jerk, what made her curse in spite of Kuvira’s mouth praying to the altar of a newfound religion. She gripped Korra’s thighs tighter, as if she knew to keep her there in the moment despite the pleasure taking her to another plane. Held up on one arm, she held onto Kuvira’s hair, naturally wavy locks fighting against its temporarily straightened nature, in a steel grip as the woman in between her legs zeroed in on her clit, hot muscle attacking it in such a way Korra couldn’t help but cry at the ceiling.

Asami was nearly lost in it all, having to stop herself on more than one occasion from grinding against the leather material beneath her. And according to the smudged wet spot she had found a good rhythm. But it was when Kuvira replaced her mouth with fingers, two inching in slow and deep, looking over her shoulder that had Asami sitting up straight. 

“Look at how good I make your girlfriend feel, Asami.”

Asami couldn't say anything. The truth was evident in front of both of them. Kuvira curled and thrust harder, a strangled moan from Korra followed. Korra started to quiver as she licked her lips, playing with her own nipples.

“You fucking like that don’t you?”

“Yes!” Korra brought her attention back to Kuvira. 

Kuvira couldn’t deny the sight before her was making her wetter. Maybe more so than the power trip she was on, getting Asami to yield to her, Korra merely a puddle in front of her. The latter an understatement. Korra was soaking the sheets as well as her hand, writhing under her touch, Kuvira felt as if she could cum from giving alone sometimes. 

Korra locked eyes with Asami, who had since crossed her legs, chin resting on her fist as she watched her girlfriend be taken. But that look. Korra could tell Asami, her ever patient and caring lover, was turned on and tired of waiting, and was beyond excited to see what Asami would do to her - to the both of them, and she moaned at the prospect, not breaking contact. Kuvira’s eyes followed Korra’s, reveling in the same sight.

“Do I fuck you better than your girlfriend?”

“What?” Korra breathed.

“I said, do I fuck you better than Asami?” 

Kuvira knew it was an unfair, bold question, and she pushed her fingers as far as they could go, purposefully hooking them at such a tempo that rendered Korra speechless. As the pad inside Korra began to swell, Kuvira could feel the vestiges of her orgasm, only hearing the obscenities from Korra's pussy and Asami scoffing from the corner.

“Excuse me?”

“You think you can do better, doll?”

If Asami answered, Kuvira didn’t hear her, because her mouth found Korra’s clit again, a pointed tongue fluttering hastily. Her now muffled ears somewhat made out curses interspersed with her name, between the legs that were squeezing her head. The woman beneath her had such toned thighs it was hard to keep them open, so Kuvira just rode out the convulsions, content with this non-answer. 

Her fingers were okay. Thank the spirits, because Korra was gripping them hard. Kuvira pulled out, licking her fingers clean. She kissed up Korra’s body until she met her lips, delicate and soft and wet and suddenly she remembered Asami then. They both turned and saw the woman, ravenous and keen flooded viridian, already leaving the chair.

Asami’s jaw had wound up and tightened to a level teetering along unbearable whilst she viewed the acts of pure debauchery in front of her. The slickened state of her cunt between her legs was of no contest an indication of what she thought of said debauchery, she was borderline disgusted with herself by how appealing Kuvira looked fucking the absolute misery out of Korra on the bed before her, let alone deriding Asami in the process. When Kuvira teased, told her she couldn’t touch herself she complied despite the odds, but all those emotions were rocketing up inside of her.

Asami simply couldn’t hold off how she felt a moment longer.

The moment Korra hit her climax, her feet found the floor. She eyed her girlfriend on the bed, still trembling from the earth-shattering orgasm Kuvira definitely delivered, Asami surveyed her partner’s shaking limbs then steadily slid her gaze to the provider, dark green eyes met her own and Asami saw Kuvira shiver.

Kuvira brought up her fingers to her mouth again, savoring the taste of one half of the relationship she had invaded, but as her gaze rolled over Asami’s figure in her lingerie, Kuvira felt her greed rear its head again- she wanted to taste and fuck the entire set. 

“Korra, doll, are you satisfi-”

“Shut up.” 

Korra watched the quick exchange from Asami and Kuvira. She had never seen her partner with such a cold but lustful look in her eyes. Korra’s pussy clenched around its sudden emptiness, her need clawing at her insides like the pronged-ends of a spear, tearing at her with fierce intensity. 

“Excuse me?” Kuvira asked Asami, the woman’s dismissal was alarming.

Asami brushed some of her hair across her shoulders and ignored Kuvira, sliding her gaze to Korra.

Kuvira shivered when Asami’s eyes left her own, the blatant disregard stinging in her chest.

“Korra dear, slide into the recliner over there,” Asami’s voice had softened, calmed, her eyes were light when they landed on her partner.

Korra nodded, shaking the jelly out of her legs, residual effects from her orgasm, and slid off of the bed. However, the gasp that left her lips once she settled onto the recliner was something she knew both of the women had heard.

Kuvira squirmed underneath the darkened stare of Asami, the moment her eyes had moved from Korra back over to her, her pupils impossibly deepened as she approached her further, Kuvira didn’t even have the confidence to make a comment, jeer, something she knew was characteristic of herself.

“Cat got your fucking tongue?” Asami taunted and Kuvira gulped.

“What? I rile you up be-because your girlfriend was too nice to ad-admit I fu-fuck her better?” Kuvira found her voice, though it trembled more than she’d like to admit.

She was floored to see her words had barely any effect on Asami.

“All this time I wondered why you were so adamant about having the both of us-” Asami began and Kuvira eased down on the haunches of her feet, still perched with her back pressed into the bed as the woman before her stood at her full height- their gazes still charged.

“-I mean, attraction had something to do with it, but there was more, wasn't there Kuvy?”

Kuvira twitched at the shortening of her name, she gulped again, unable to find her words.

“Korra wanted you, that was for sure, but you’re such an attention whore, even if it wasn’t a woman as attractive as Korra, or someone not in a relationship you’d still fuck them without another thought…” Asami tsked and began to lower herself to Kuvira’s level.

“What’s this have to do with anything?” Kuvira spat out, her lustfully clouded mind not understanding where Asami was going with this monologue.

“I’m saying -” Asami arched her brow and injected some authority into her voice, it caused Kuvira’s back to stiffen, Asami smirking at the reaction.

“Oh fuck…” Korra murmured and slid a hand between her legs, her words were soft and neither of the other women paid her any attention, but Asami acting in this manner had her soaked.

“-It wasn’t just Korra, right Kuvy? You wanted me too.” 

Kuvira nodded at the words and Asami was fully knelt before her, their faces in close proximity.

“You wanted something different from me didn’t you?” 

Kuvira panted at Asami’s words, her breaths coming out slowly.

“I don’t know what you mean-”

“Aht- aht- Kuvira… You don’t wear coy very well.” 

“What are you on abo-” Kuvira started but Asami’s hand shot out.

Kuvira gasped when the hand wrapped tightly around her throat, Asami’s strength suddenly pushing her torso back onto the bed, all of the air leaving her lungs once her back met the mattress with an audible thump. Kuvira let out a small whine at the tightening of the hand around her neck, she struggled against the grip but submitted when the lightheadedness hit her- the choke making her giddy and firing up her arousal once more. 

Korra drew a breath at the movement of her partner. It seemed one moment she was watching the two women in an intense staredown and in the next Asami was gripping Kuvira’s neck and pinning her roughly down on the bed. Blue eyes scanned the muscles in her partner’s arms as they bulged, the only sounds being made were Kuvira’s quiet whines and the shuffling of her body on the mattress, hips canting upward towards Asami, a sheer testament to her desperation. 

Asami stared down at the woman like prey as her hand gripped even tighter around her neck. She lowered herself, bringing their faces closer and seeing the discoloration in Kuvira’s face appear as her breathing was even more constricted.

“ This Kuvy… This is what you wanted isn’t it?”

Kuvira’s hips continued to gyrate, the sudden switch in position and theft to her breathing making her head swim. She couldn’t deny the overwhelming gush her pussy had made from the moment Asami’s hand wrapped around her throat. The pressure of the hand and Asami’s fingers squeezing at either side of her throat made the danger of the situation all more serious to Kuvira,  and she could admit that it turned her on even more. The precise placement of Asami’s hand around her throat allowed Kuvira to infer that this wasn’t the first time she had choked someone in a sexual manner.

Being under the heel of such a powerful woman… It set Kuvira off.

“Yes- yes- ” Her broken voice, strained from the choke as she finally submitted to Asami.

Korra had damn near chewed her bottom lip raw from how hard she was biting it at this point, her hips were grinding into her fingers as she toyed with her clit in the recliner, seeing her girlfriend command was one thing but seeing Kuvira let go- submit , the sight of it all was making her head cloudy. 

“You want me to take control?”

“Yes,”

“You want me to own you?”

“Yes,”

“You want me to fuck the life out of you?”

“Fuck yes please-”

“You want me to break you, Kuvira?”

“Spirits- Yes, Asami- please,”

Asami’s head shot up to meet Korra’s gaze, she let out a quick breath at the sight of her partner circling her clit and teasing a few fingers at her entrance. The dominion in Asami’s eyes had caused Korra to slow her motions with her hands, effectively edging herself, but she knew in this moment she needed to obey whatever came from her girlfriend’s mouth.

“Get my strap, right fucking now.” 

Korra was out of the recliner and knelt at the nightstand in their bedroom in an instant. She grabbed the harness and their favorite dildo before she handed the toys to Asami. Korra eased back into the chair and returned her hands to her pussy, teasing her clit once more.

Kuvira’s lungs were greedy when Asami finally released the strong grip she had around her neck, Kuvira breathed heavily, lust clear in her eyes when Asami pulled off her panties and quickly stepped into the harness, adjusting it on her hips so the dildo was positioned properly. Kuvira knew it was criminal to look as good as the woman did in this moment.

“Spread your legs.” 

Kuvira complied as Asami eyed the drenched state of her cunt. Clit completely out its hood, throbbing, Kuvira’s pussy was reddened, lower lips swollen, no doubt from the amount of arousal coursing through her.

Asami’s hand was feather-light when it trailed up the woman’s inner thighs, she smirked when she felt Kuvira tense and attempted to wrestle with the shiver that came up her spine- to no avail. Asami knew by commanding Kuvira in this manner she was giving the woman exactly what she needed. 

Kuvira felt the whimper leave her lips at the feeling of the shaft teasing at her entrance, coating itself in her juices, making her hips jerk even further to seek more of the delicious friction that Asami was offering incredibly sparingly.

“Baby… Do you think she deserves my cock?” Asami’s head was turned in Korra’s direction. 

Her fingers paused on her clit, blue eyes rolled from Asami to Kuvira’s disheveled and trembling state on the bed.

“I’m not sure-” Korra found herself saying and Kuvira released a ragged breath with a whine.

“Please, please, either of you, I need it so badly,” 

Asami smirked at the whine and rolled her hips, teasing the head of the strap right against Kuvira’s aching clit- the result was a guttural moan, green eyes rolled back into her head as she arched her back on the bed.

Korra fought the urge to fuck herself right then and there, but Asami’s gaze landed on her again and her jaw clenched.

“I ask again, gorgeous… Does Kuvy here deserve the fucking I can provide?” 

Korra couldn’t help the low whine that sounded in her throat at the arrogance coloring Asami’s voice, her hips rolled in the recliner unbeknownst to herself and she swallowed, letting out a few deep breaths before nodding.

“Yes ‘Sami, don’t hold back on her, make her understand her mistake in underestimating you,” Korra knew her words were the right ones at the smug grin Asami allowed on her lips before she sunk into Kuvira.

Kuvira felt Asami bottom out on her first thrust, her back arched, and she screamed.

“Yes- Fuck!”

With the hand returning to Kuvira’s throat and the woman’s leg placed onto her shoulder, she grit her teeth and began to fuck at a merciless pace. The headboard tapped into the wall with the rhythm of her thrusts, the obscene slap of skin and Kuvira and Korra’s twin moans echoing in the room.

Kuvira felt the grip tighten around her throat as she smiled up at Asami, seeing the woman pant and deliver perfect, deliberate strokes into her pussy, their gazes locked and Kuvira released a ragged breath.

“Harder- if you can ha-handle it-” She stuttered over her words as her green eyes disappeared into her head when Asami complied with her request, the strap curling up to that perfect spot inside of her.

Korra was past rubbing her clit, two fingers sunk inside of her the moment Asami started thrusting. Hazy blue eyes observed the harsh fucking in front of her, Asami’s grip tightening around Kuvira’s neck as the woman dug her nails into asscheek of the woman, forcing their hips to slam together at a greater magnitude, shaking both of the women to their core. 

“Who fucks better now, huh?” 

“Fuck- Asami- ” 

“Who fucks you this good? No one else but me, ”

Kuvira gasped on a particularly hard thrust and Asami adjusted the angle to fuck into that new spot again and again.

A slap across Kuvira’s face echoed loudly in the room as Kuvira moaned at the contact.

“Who’s ruining you right now Kuvira?”

No one had ever treated Kuvira with such disrespect.

She couldn’t get enough of it.

Asami didn’t slow her hips either, on the contrary she gripped Kuvira’s waist even tighter to fuck her rougher. Asami slapped the woman across the face again and leaned closer to her, making sure their faces were in close proximity as she continued punishing Kuvira with her cock. 

“I asked you a fucking question Kuvy-”

“It’s you! You’re the one ruining my pussy!”

Asami grinned at the curated obedience, smoothing over the reddened flesh of Kuvira’s cheek where she had slapped her.

“Good girl…” 

“Fuck-” Korra moaned at the usage of the term. Asami looked so good while she commanded Kuvira, her own fingers in her pussy knew paled in comparision to the fucking her girlfriend was giving Kuvira in their bed, but the pleasure was still a spectacular amount for Korra.

“I’m- fuck- Asami-” Broken words left Kuvira’s mouth.

Asami sneered down at her, sweat rolling off her forehead and onto Kuvira’s chest as she kept the grueling pace steady, her nails coming out to dig slightly into the flesh of Kuvira’s throat, sure to leave marks.

“You’re going to cum aren’t you?”

Kuvira nodded frantically at the words. Quite frankly, every single thing Asami had said to her had been the truth, she was ruined, she knew this sexual experience would be the peak. No one had ever challenged her this way, commanded her like Asami did. She could never go back to merely seducing women for sex that she knew would be nothing in comparison to the way Asami was rawing her in this very moment.

Kuvira also didn’t give a fuck about that revelation either.

“Good girls ask to cum-”

Kuvira moaned loudly, cutting off Asami’s sentence.

“Are you a good girl for me Kuvy? Do you want to be my good girl?”

“Yes! Fuck- please, I’m your good girl, I’ll be so fucking good for you-”

Korra could feel her own orgasm on the horizon, her fingers contributing to the symphony of slick noises and rough slaps of skin in their bedroom. She breathed out heavily and felt more of her wetness leak at the sheer desperation in Kuvira’s voice.

“If you’re my good girl, then fucking ask me to cum.”

“Asami- shit right there -” Kuvira tried to speak but was cut off as Asami fucked into that particularly sensitive spot again.

Another harsh slap sounded across Kuvira’s face, Asami wordlessly reminded her of her place once more.

“Please, can I please cum? Please?”

Asami looked up to Korra, seeing the tell-tale sign on her partner’s face once more, she ground her hips again, causing Kuvira to release more delectable quivers as Kuvira’s nails dug into her skin.

“Cum. Both of you, right fucking now.”

Kuvira and Korra went off like rockets. Korra grounded especially hard against the fingers that were inside of her, loud moans and the cracking of her voice intertwined with Kuvira’s own climax. Kuvira was quieter, her breath trembling and her entire body shaking once her orgasm passed through her, hips canted up against Asami. As the contractions hit, Kuvira’s vision and hearing were whiting out for the moment, relishing in the sheer pleasure, ironically unaware of her own high-pitched whines and utterance of Asami’s name from her lips like a mantra. 

Korra’s climax subsided, finally able to discern her surroundings again. She sagged against the chair cushion and expected silence in the room, maybe the sound of sounds lips connecting in a kiss between Kuvira and Asami. The two hopefully reconciling before either of them turned their attention back onto her.

Blue eyes found the bed again, widening at the sight of Asami still relentlessly fucking Kuvira who was long past her first orgasm. Kuvira’s voice peaked into shrill moans that were teetering along absolute desperation.

“Is this fucking hard enough for you?”

Asami recalled to Kuvira’s previous words as she pounded her harder into the mattress, the woman’s nails in her asscheeks bit deeper, the extremity shaking with the intensity. Though Asami was surprised by how long Kuvira had hung on to the feeling of the strap inside of her despite the sensitivity. 

Kuvira knew Asami wasn’t the hugest fan of her, but how the taller woman was fucking her well past her orgasm was just testament to the one-sided loathing that defined their relationship. And though Asami went harder after she came, the strap slid easily in the arousal from her orgasm, continuing to spear and penetrate Kuvira to the point the woman wasn’t sure how she was enduring.

The rate of which Asami was hammering her cock into Kuvira made the woman all-aware of a second orgasm building up inside of her. The length of the strap was reaching all the right spots, the girth stretched her out just perfectly, and Asami’s precise rhythm, pounding her with no mercy made her legs tremble even more as her voice cracked.

“Fuck!” Kuvira shouted when the second peak completely overwhelmed her senses.

Kuvira felt like a wave of water had hit her, all sounds were muffled, as she became a slave to her pleasure once more. Still, Asami didn’t stop. This time, the overstimulation was overpowering, pleasure and pain blending seamlessly, but even she had limits to her masochism.

Then Asami fucked up into that spot again and Kuvira broke.

“Stop!” Kuvira pushed Asami away and the strap finally exited her pussy, evidence of Kuvira’s slickness covering the dildo.

Asami stood with her hands on her hips, watching Kuvira pant on the bed, her chest concaving and rising at a hasty rate. 

“Move over there,” she motioned to the area of the bed she wanted Kuvira to move to. 

“You,” beckoning at Korra. “Here. Now.” 

Korra gulped as she walked over to the bed. With all that had transpired, she almost forgot the initial reason Asami fucked Kuvira so roughly in the first place. She disrespected Asami, and Korra had technically let her. Both Korra and Kuvira had a semblance of an idea of what would happen next as they locked eyes, Kuvira moving to the corner she was bid to, Korra in front of Asami.

“Now, Korra. Baby.” Asami’s hands fluttered at Korra’s sides. “I’m betting you want my attention, don’t you?” 

Korra nodded. “Yes. Watching you fuck Kuvira, I-” 

“You what?”

“I want that. I want you.”

“But,” One hand moved up to cup Korra’s jaw, caressing it, before gripping it tightly. “That’s not what you told Kuvira.”

“I-I didn’t say anything.”

“Exactly. You said. Absolutely. Nothing,” Asami uttered lowly through gritted teeth.

Kuvira found the scene arousing, and if it weren’t for the delicate condition Asami left her in, she would’ve touched herself. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“You don’t deserve it,” Asami spoke, her other hand grabbing a fistful of Korra’s hair, yanking it roughly as her lips moved to ghost her ear. “And you fucking know it.”

Asami released her, taking a half step back to observe her girlfriend’s disheveled state.

“On your knees.”

Korra did as she was told, anxious yet excited.

“Since a greedy slut like you has no issue entertaining just anyone, I’m sure you’ll have no problem servicing me.”

Asami knew she had Korra under her thumb, degradation apart of her domineering repertoire for some time. She moved toward the bed, sitting on the edge. 

“Clean up the mess Kuvy made on my cock. If you do a good job, I might think about giving you what you want.”

Korra crawled towards Asami, parting her girlfriend’s legs. She began to litter soft kisses on each thigh, the contact fleeting and teasing. Asami sucked in a breath then ground her teeth, burying a hand in Korra’s hair and snatching her head back.

“Your pathetic ass wasn’t concerned about being soft when you begged for Kuvira’s fingers to fuck your desperate pussy-”

Korra whimpered at the words, a blush hitting her cheeks at the humiliating phrase. As much as it embarrassed her, her thighs pressed together to alleviate some of the heat between her legs, the words spurring her on, making her want to serve Asami even more.

“I want your mouth on my cock, now. ” 

Korra took hold of the base, stroking it, before wrapping her lips around the head and licking the tip. She kept eye contact with Asami as the cock disappeared between her lips. Korra moaned around the length, eyes rolling in the back of her head as she went lower, mouth and hand working in tandem. 

“I want to see you take all of it.”

Korra got higher on her knees, and placed both hands on Asami’s thighs as she sucked more and more of the dildo into her mouth. Eventually, her nose grazed Asami’s navel and suddenly Asami’s hands were on her head holding her there.

“That’s right, you’re such an eager whore opening up your throat for me.”

Korra’s attempt to moan caused her to gag slightly, and Asami released her. Korra raised her head, a line spit connecting the tip of the cock to her lips. She could see Kuvira out of the corner of her eyes, and her darkened pupils sent a jolt straight to Korra’s pussy. She moved back in, licking the underside of the shaft before taking the head into her mouth again. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked obscenely, relishing the taste of Kuvira mixed in with her own saliva, her hands running up and down Asami’s sides. Asami moaned at the sight, but even she became impatient, the idea of making her girlfriend cum enticing her by the minute.

“Come here.”

Korra released the head with a pop, standing up to kiss Asami, open-mouthed and wanton. They barely allowed for breaths every time they broke apart, the mutual want becoming stronger and stronger. Asami parted first, albeit reluctantly. She could never get enough of how Korra tasted, and the remnants of Kuvira’s slick in her mouth was making her head spin.

“Since you did such a good job, I suppose I could reward you a bit,” Asami purred, scooting towards the middle of the bed. She positioned herself near Kuvira, back completely flat as she stared at Korra, the latter waiting on Asami to command her. 

“I want you to ride me, baby.”

“Oh fuck, yes,” Korra mewled.

Korra climbed on the bed, then Asami, straddling her hips. 

“But-” Asami warned before Korra could line herself up with the dildo. “Kuvira will control the pace.”

“I will?” Kuvira voiced in surprise.

“You will. Since this one can’t decide who fucks her better, we both will. Do you have a problem with that?”

“I don’t.”

“And Korra,” Asami returned her attention back to her girlfriend, “You can’t touch yourself. If you do, we stop. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”

“Lift.”

Korra raised her hips in obedience, Asami lining her up with the shaft. Korra was more than ready to take it, but Asami wanted to still be careful as she guided Korra’s hips down. Kuvira sat up and moved behind Korra, caressing her body and kissing her neck to help the process. Their combined efforts made it easier for Korra to sink further down, who moaned as she felt stretched. Finally, their hips flushed, holding Korra still to help her adjust. 

“Start out slow. Don’t go too deep,” Kuvira murmured from the crook of Korra’s throat. 

Asami’s subsequent movements drew sighs from the woman above her, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan at the sight. Korra gripped Asami’s thighs in a desperate attempt to obey. Because with Kuvira sucking at the column of her throat, fingers coasting up her abdomen towards the underside of her breasts, the last thing she wanted them to do was stop. She yelped when she suddenly felt two fingers pinch her hardened nipple.

“Fuck her harder.”

Asami did just that. As her tempo adjusted, so did Kuvira’s movements. They were harsher, and so were Korra’s intonations after each thrust, after Kuvira scratched skin or bit into her neck. They weren’t fast either, Korra noted. She could feel every inch of the cock as it repetitively filled her up, hitting all the right places. But it still wasn’t enough.

“Please.”

“Oh? You want more?” Asami purred.

“Fuck yes.”

“What do you think Kuvira? Should we give her more?”

“I don’t know. I’m enjoying seeing her like this,” Kuvira drawled, bringing her hand up to wrap around Korra’s throat with no added pressure.

They kept fucking her like that, changing the pace, bringing her to the edge and taking her back before she could fully fall over. Korra whined and mewled to no avail. She couldn’t fathom how it managed to feel like pleasurable torture, especially as one of Kuvira’s hands began to tease at the juncture between her thighs. Her fingers danced outside her folds, rubbing, stroking, as Kuvira commanded Asami to go slow again.

“Look at you, Korra,” Kuvira whispered in her ear. “This is exactly what I wanted the moment I saw you-”

“Fuck!”

“The idea of making you beg, making you scream, making you cum, plagued my mind for four weeks.”

Asami grazed the front of Korra’s wall, the combined sensation and Kuvira’s words making her eyes roll into to the back of her head.

“You want your girlfriend to fuck you faster?”

“Mhm.”

“Harder?”

“Yes.”

Lissome digits ghosted Korra’s clit, Korra moaning at the contact.

“I bet you want me to touch you here.” 

“Uh, huh.”

Kuvira locked eyes with Asami, who was in no better shape. She kept up her pace, but her breathing was labored, as if she needed relief herself, and Kuvira longed to give it to her.

“Faster, Asami,” Kuvira commanded.

Asami complied, gripping Korra’s hips tight and bending her knees as she drilled into her. Kuvira choked Korra harder as her fingers finally found purchase on her clit, drawing countered, swift circles and that’s when Korra began to shake. Asami could practically feel Korra riding the plateau, and despite the punishment she was dead set on giving her, seeing her tumble over the edge was easily one of her favorite displays. 

“Korra, look at me,” Asami said, her girlfriend’s lidded gaze finding hers. 

“Go ahead. Cum for us baby.”

Korra was already tensing up before Asami finished her sentence. Eyes rolled to white, mouth hung open in silence, the first convulsion hitting her the hardest. 

“We’ve got you,” Kuvira murmured in her ear.

Ironically how soothing she sounded, transitioning softer touches made her tremble more. Asami slowed her thrusts, bilateral efforts helping Korra ride out the multitude of waves, and Korra was unsure of the last time she came that hard. She slumped down on top of Asami, who gave her languid kisses while Kuvira dropped to the side of them, rubbing Korra’s back.

After seeing Korra cum, the woman collapsing down on the bed beside Asami, Kuvira allowed her attention to turn to the taller woman as she laid supinated on the mattress, slickened dildo standing proudly between her legs. The woman was still reeling over the fucking she had just controlled, the image of the silicone cock slamming in and out of Korra, Kuvira’s own hand rubbing Korra into another orgasm, the memories and sounds were still fresh in her mind. Kuvira met Asami’s gaze and she knew by fucking Korra together they shared something. However, Kuvira wasn’t fully satisfied despite what all the three of them had done during this fateful evening.

“Asami-” Kuvira heard herself calling out to the woman, not even sure what words would come to her.

The shared look, green eyes upon each other were fierce, but lacked the animosity that was characteristic of the pair earlier in the evening.

“-I’m sorry, the way I’ve antagonized you was extreme, even to my standards.”

Asami heard the words and saw the slight blush appear on Kuvira’s cheeks. Rolling her gaze to Korra, she gave her a quick kiss on the lips before sitting up on the bed, head tilted to the side in inquiry, she wondered where Kuvira would take this.

“However…” Kuvira drawled, her blush melting away as fast it came just as she managed to allow some lust to leak into her voice, taking in Asami’s form, “If you let me make it up to you, I’m certain you won’t regret it,” 

“You’re certain?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life doll.”

Asami couldn’t fight the smile that painted her lips at the exchange. She fucked all of her anger out already, subjecting Kuvira to it, then indirectly doing the same to Korra. She really had nothing left in the tank, there was nothing holding her back from agreeing to what Kuvira wanted to do to her.

Kuvira watched as Asami cast a glance at Korra adjusting on the bed, moving from prone to supine as she propped herself up on her elbows and stared back at the two women. Attentiveness clear in her eyes, she wanted to see how this would play out.

“I’m all yours Kuvy-” Asami spoke, a bit of teasing in the tone as Kuvira leaned forward and crawled towards the woman on the mattress.

“-Don’t disappoint me,” Asami added and winked at Kuvira before their lips met again.

This kiss was a stark contrast to their previous ones. Instead of fighting tongues and aggressive lips, the women’s mouths actually moved together, explored each other, learned what the other liked. Kuvira dragged her teeth along Asami’s bottom lip, pulling the skin into her mouth before releasing it, a knowing smirk on her face when she scanned the lustful gaze on Asami’s features, hooded green eyes and flushed skin welcomed her.

“Why don’t you lay back for me doll…?” Kuvira rasped into Asami’s ear, kissing at the unbelievably soft skin of her neck, she fought the urge to leave a mark and settled for playful nips instead. 

Kuvira swung a leg over Asami’s hips as the woman had laid down, allowing her back to press flush against the mattress. Straddling Asami, Kuvira’s eyes raked over towards Korra who was still propped on her elbows. The stare was filled with more charged energy, Kuvira grinning at the feeling of Asami’s hands cupping her generous ass as Korra neared her once more.

Korra smiled into the kiss she shared with Kuvira, lips melting together passionately. Kuvira broke the lip lock to realign her attention with Asami, who was waiting patiently between her spread legs. Wandering hands kept fluctuating between Kuvira’s thighs and her ass, Kuvira shivering at the feeling of the woman’s blunt nails digging into the skin during a few passes.

Kuvira leaned down again, hovering right above Asami’s face but not moving to close the gap between them. It was Asami who moved up to reconnect their lips, Kuvira feeling the woman’s hands roaming once more, moving gradually towards the apex between her thighs.

“Aht- Aht- Asami…” Kuvira shook her head and took Asami’s sneaky hands, pinning them on either side of her on the bed.

“Don’t move them-” Kuvira kept her voice soft, but the tone was assertive nonetheless.

Asami raised a questioning eyebrow, the sly dominance Kuvira acted with stunning her but she kept her hands pressed to the mattress, obeying the woman’s orders regardless. 

Kuvira began her descent down her body, the moment her lips touched Asami’s neck she whined and had to fight to not tangle her hands into Kuvira’s hair. The black strands, which were straightened at the beginning of the evening, had disheveled and the now wavy locks fell around Kuvira’s head. Her eyes wanted to roll back into her head at the slight hitch in Asami’s breathing and the way her body responded to her ministrations. 

Kisses trailed lower, her tongue swiped at fair skin. Kuvira heard a lack of moans from Asami and her eyes lifted to see Korra had connected her mouth with her partner. She found Asami’s breast and placed her mouth over the light brown nipple. Kuvira sucked and a moan tore from Asami’s lips, the woman pulling her mouth away from Korra, head thrown back, releasing the sound into the air.

Kuvira wanted her to make that sound again, so she sucked harder.

“Fuck, your mouth-” 

Asami’s husky tone sounded and Kuvira grinned, switching from one breast to the other. 

Kuvira continued to serviced her, lips moving ever lower on Asami’s lithe body as she shuddered from Kuvira’s mouth and hands, becoming putty underneath Kuvira. Her fingers, which had been resting on the expanse of Asami’s thigh dipped inward as her lips reached just above her navel. 

Kuvira’s fingers teased her inner thighs as Asami shivered, Korra’s mouth latching onto her partner’s neck and she viewed the digits trailing and roaming near the apex between her girlfriend’s thighs.

“Fuck… Kuvy-”

“Yes Asami?” 

Kuvira met Asami’s desperate and hooded gaze with a look of smugness. Her middle finger found the slickened skin of her cunt, traveling upward and rubbing quick circles around the woman’s clit, the action causing another cry to tear through Asami.

“Please…” 

Kuvira grinned at the plea, then suddenly stopped her fingers, causing a whine to erupt from Asami’s mouth. She turned her head towards Korra, who was busy sucking dark marks into the skin of Asami’s neck.

“Please keep touching me Kuvira, please- ” Another moan fell from her lips when Kuvira resumed the stimulation with her fingers.

Korra pulled away from Asami’s neck, locking in Kuvira’s stare as she circled her partner’s clit.

“Why don’t you give her a finger Kuvira? She’s been so good for us this entire night,”

Kuvira smirked at Korra’s words and eyed Asami, “Is that what you want doll? One of my fingers inside of you, stretching you out?”

“Yes! Please! ”

“There you go…” Kuvira drawled out and sunk her long index finger into the tight, wet, heat slowly.  She wanted Asami to feel every single inch of her. 

“Fuck-” 

Asami arched and Kuvira pumped the digit accordingly. She teased Asami with only a single finger; she knew her wetness allowed for much more stimulation, Kuvira just wanted to savor the moment.

“She feels so good baby… Doesn’t she?” Korra whispered into Asami’s ear, who nodded frantically.

“Yes- fuck, so fucking good …” Asami began gyrating her hips, seeking out more of the pleasure. 

“Kuvira fucks you just the way you need, doesn’t she baby?”

“Yes Korra! She’s so good-”

Kuvira saw Korra’s hand reaching down her partner’s body, deft fingers finding her clit as she circled the nub, bringing more high-pitched moans and sharp gasps from the reddened lips of Asami.

Then Kuvira sunk in two fingers without warning.

“Fuck- stretch me like that!”

Asami released a string of curses when Korra sped up her fingers on her clit.

Korra and Kuvira made eye contact once more, slickened sounds from Asami’s cunt synchronized with the woman’s desperate moans and pleas. In their shared gaze, there was a complete lack of verbal communication, yet a shared understanding they each felt- make Asami feel as good as possible.  

Kuvira curled her digits inside the tight pussy of the woman, causing more wanton moans and trembles from her, the efforts from her fingers combined with Korra continuing to circling the woman’s clit with damn near mechanical precision. Randomly switching up the rhythm to lay a few sharp slaps to the woman’s pussy, focusing the hits right on Asami’s hypersensitive clit.

“...Slap my pussy harder-” Asami murmured through a lip bite and Korra obliged, while kissing around the hickies she had made previously in Asami’s neck.

Kuvira continued angling her fingers, she began to feel the walls of Asami’s pussy constrict and clamp down, the woman’s moans becoming staccato as the lewd noises from her cunt and Korra’s hand slapping her pussy echoed in the air.

“You like my hand slapping your fucking pussy?” 

“Yes- Korra I do- fuck!” 

Asami continued arching and rolling her hips into the heavenly pleasure of Kuvira’s fingers. She felt her orgasm bubbling up inside of her, the tension in her body winding tighter and tighter. The simultaneous feeling of Kuvira’s fingers stretching her so deep, in comparison to the sharpened pleasure of the slaps and the circles Korra expertly drew around her clit sent her into a tail-spin. She hadn’t known how loud she was moaning or how her body reacted, she simply submitted to the hands of the two beautiful women who were controlling her every whim, edging her closer to the peak that was rapidly approaching.

“Yes spirits yes-”

Kuvira fucked impossibly faster.

“Don’t stop- don’t stop please!”

Korra latched her mouth onto Asami’s neck once more.

“Fuck! Korra-”

Korra slapped particularly hard on Asami’s clit.

“Kuvy keep going-”

Kuvira angled and thrusted one last time, putting her entire body into the movement, as she felt the cunt around her fingers squeeze impossibly tight.

“Oh my spirits- yes!”

Asami’s vision blurred as she felt herself fall over edge. And then everything went black.

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Asami stirred awake in bed, eyelids peeling open. She attempted to move but recognized the feeling of a body atop her own, weighing her down. Her eyes scanned the chestnut brown hair and the soft puffs of breath coming from Korra’s sleeping form. She smiled at the visual, craning her neck down to lay a kiss on the woman’s forehead as she slept.

Asami felt the soft breaths of another origin to the side of her neck.

Then, an arm tightened around her waist and Asami stiffened.

She heard the soft groan of a body on her opposite side and the memories of the previous evening began fluttering through her mind like a stop-motion movie.

Asami stayed rigid, because of Korra laying on top of her, she wasn’t able to twist her neck to confirm that Kuvira was spooning her from the side.

“Go back to sleep-” The voice was muffled, puffs of breath hit the side of Asami’s neck as Kuvira’s mouth was buried into the skin.

“I can feel you forcing yourself to be still, relax and go back to bed,” Kuvira's groggy tone sounded again and Asami let out a huff of air, feeling the woman’s lips graze the skin of her neck as she spoke.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, just relax, I’ll make breakfast in the morning.” 

Asami’s eyes widened once again as she felt Kuvira adjust slightly in her sleep. Asami listened to her breathing even out as the woman drifted back off to sleep. 

“I think it is morning,” Asami muttered, slightly aware of a rising sun emerging through the blinds and chirping beginning to sound. And that this woman had slept over unexpectedly. But as her own fatigue caught up with her as well, she couldn’t deny that, even in the moment, it felt nice. Kuvira felt nice with them. Asami’s eyelids closed as a content smile materialized on her face.