Mako stares out across the bay at Air Temple Island from the best vantage point in the entire arena complex; a window from his and his brothers modest living quarters. Days ago after the news of the Avatar being in the city had hit the newspapers Mako had been sitting in this same spot. He wasn’t able to help himself then. He had seen her picture, and was instantly struck with the thought of she’s cute… and he was able to look at where she lives almost any time he wanted. Mako had thought that his window was the closest he would be able to get to the Avatar. After all, she was the Avatar. She was in training, and probably spent all her days training in airbending. Also, being the Avatar surely meant she was very spiritual, why would she even be interested in pro-bending, let alone acknowledge it’s existence? Or so he had thought just days ago. He never expected their two completely different worlds to collide.
So here he is again, gazing out at the Ava…Korra’s home, not quite content but not quite brooding either. How could he have been such a jerk? To her, of all people. Mako runs the scenario through his mind over and over. He still does not believe that he had failed to recognize her. Mako was used to Bolin bringing girl after girl to watch their matches, so used to it in fact that he had stopped caring. Instead, Mako always stayed focus on the match ahead of him. So even though his brain acknowledged that this new girl was in a Water Tribe get-up, it hadn’t mad de the full connection.
He lets out a very frustrated sigh and clenches his eyes shut for a moment as he mentally berates himself. His thoughts drift to the end of the match, where they had just managed to win in spite of Hasook. His heart had been racing then, he was thoroughly elated as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. He had even made eye contact with her, by the spirits. Still, Mako hadn’t connected her with the picture in the paper. In fact, it took Korra practically spelling out that she was the Avatar for him to come to his senses that evening.
“You’re the Avatar, and I’m an idiot,” Mako says to bay, repeating his words from the other night. His eyes focus on the main building on the island with the hope that her bedroom is somewhere in there. “I really am an idiot.”
With another sigh, Mako lowers his head. He had only made things worse after that. Even though he hadn’t wanted to, Mako had continued to act aloof towards Korra. That stupid Hasook had ditched him and Bolin just before their match this evening, and she showed up just in time.
Mako hits himself on the forehead with his right hand three times before resting it in his palm. “And just what did I do?” he mumbles quietly. “I said I didn’t want to look like a fool.” A low grumble rises from his throat and Mako wishes so badly that something was within arms reach so he could engulf it in a giant fireball. His pride had gotten the better of him. As much as he wanted to accept her offer of help, not only did he not know if Korra had ever even played a game before, but Mako didn’t want anyone thinking he needed to rely on the Avatar for help. Silently he had thanked the spirits when Korra said she was going to be their replacement anyway. Though the match had started out rough, the beautiful Avatar had come through in the end.
His thoughts flash forward to after the match, when he told Korra what he thought of her performance. At that moment, however, Mako wanted to tell her more than he did. He wanted to tell her that she was beautiful. The way she moved was beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. Yet he chickened out, and while what he said was true, she was indeed a natural, he hadn’t told her the whole truth.
Mako’s heart races while he can’t take his eyes off of the island. He can feel his blood rushing, and it’s rushing down his abdomen to his groin the more he thinks of Korra. Her scent, in particular. She smells exactly like he thought she would. A dusky, earthy scent, similar to Bolin’s but so much more feminine; a faint hint of ash with a heavy dose of exotic smokiness. But above all, what Mako loves the most is how she smells akin to fresh rain and it is so crisp, clean and vibrant he swears it brings all the other smells together. It combines them all in one smell that Mako is sure that is what an Avatar is supposed to smell like. Especially one as beautiful as she is.
With eyes closed, breathing in deeply and keeping her scent in the front of his mind, Mako feels his pants tighten. He grunts in frustration, feeling ever so slightly ashamed that a girl he has only known for barely two days has affected him so much. Yes, he’s attracted to girls, even kissed a few, but any girl he found remotely attractive Mako was always able to keep his head together and stay cool. No girl ever entered his thoughts when he didn’t want it. This was not so with Korra. Every time he shuts his eyes, there she is, her image burned into his mind.
Mako stretches and fidgets on the window sill. He’s trying desperately to make the tightness in his pants go away. He cannot believe how his body is betraying him. He’s lusting over the Avatar, over Korra. Over her luscious dark brown hair that he wants to run his hands through over and over and can’t help but wonder what Korra would look like with it down. Or wet…
He shakes his head, trying to remove the image of a very wet, very naked Korra rising from the bay below him. How her skin would glisten under the moonlight, each drop of water like a shimmering diamond. How her hair would stick to her skin, and how some of her hair would barely cover her nipples. Her beautifully dark, erect nipples.
This isn’t working, he thinks to himself. She just won’t leave his mind. Why would he want her to? She was gorgeous, beautiful in every way. Korra’s breasts were just the right size, and the blue top she wears just accentuates them perfectly. And the way it clings to her back. Oh spirits, Mako had never imagined a woman’s back could be sexy, but her’s was. Korra was muscular, but just in the right way, and her shirt showed every bit of it off. Mako imagines Korra with her back turned to him and she is slowly, oh so slowly, taking that very shirt off, revealing every inch of that beautiful skin. From her lower back, up to the middle where her spine is so clearly defined he wants nothing more than to trace a finger up and down it, then finally exposing her shoulder blades and shoulders, her shirt completely removed.
Mako shudders at the thought of just being able to touch the skin on her back. He can no longer control himself, and he lets his inhibitions go. Day dreaming of every inch of Korra, Mako takes his left hand and begins to stroke his throbbing, almost painful, erection through his pants. His body is craving hers, begging for release in some form. He lets out a large exhale as he touches himself, imagining that it’s not his hand, but Korra’s. Oh what he would give for it to really be hers. Korra would never touch him like this, he’s sure of it. If anything, Mako would just be satisfied to hold Korra close. To have her close enough that he would feel her breath on his neck, but still look into her eyes.
Yes, yes, that is all he needs. Mako grunts as it becomes clear to him that just rubbing himself through his clothes won’t be enough. Not intending to become an exhibitionist, unless Korra ever wants him to be that is, Mako slides off the window sill onto the floor with his back against the wall. Positioning himself in just the right way, Mako can turn his head to look back at Air Temple Island without over straining his neck. Anxiously loosening his pants, the last thing he wants is Bolin to find him like this, Mako frees his aching member into the crisp night air. That alone elicits a gasp of pleasure, imagining that it was actually Korra using her waterbending on him.
Wrapping his left hand around himself, Mako begins to pump it up and down with images of him and Korra flooding his mind. He wants to hold her so badly, to have his hands on her small waist, and whisper “Korra” into her ear. Then, if the spirits blessed him enough for once in his life, Korra would whisper not his name but “Please”. Mako shivers at the thought, pleasure creeping up his spine. He knows exactly how he’d like to hear her say the word too. Sultry, a light hint of teasing, and desperately begging him. Yes… Begging him to please touch her, to bring her closer to him.
Mako moans through his teeth, trying to stay as silent as he can. Bolin should still be in the gym doing a late post-game workout, but Mako doesn’t know when his younger brother will be coming to bed. Korra floods back into his mind, shoving out any thought of Bolin discovering his older sibling in a compromising position. Beautiful, sexy, wild Korra. What would she be like in bed, Mako wonders. He easily pictures the two of them trading dominance back and forth. He cracks a half smile, pumping his hand over his erection faster as he sees Korra in his mind pushing him onto a bed, tearing off his pants and underclothes and then giving the best spirits be damned blowjob ever in the history of the Four Kingdoms. A hiss of pleasure escapes Mako’s lips, and by now he can’t keep his mouth closed. An intense orgasm is so close, and while his mind is filled with Korra his body is being fueled with endorphins.
The thought of gaining control over Korra and spreading her legs wide jumps to the front of Mako’s minds eye. He had never seen a woman naked down there, but Bolin certainly claims to have seen a woman’s most intimate parts and frequently shares such information on the female body with Mako. He doesn’t know how much is the truth, and how much is Bolin just exaggerating, but Mako knows deep down that Korra’s pussy will be just as beautiful as the rest of her. Although his imaginary self longs to enter into Korra’s warmth, he wants to taste her first. Losing control of his hips, which are now bucking into the air in time with his hand, Mako pictures himself bringing his head to her nether lips, and hesitantly reaching out with his tongue for his very first taste of a woman. Not knowing what Korra really tastes like, ideas run through Mako’s head. Anything overly sugary or ultra sweet is out. No, her flavor has to be something richer, something strong like her. Whatever it is, Mako knows he will love it if ever by some miracle he gets to live out this fantasy.
The imaginary Mako becomes more sure of himself as Korra responds positively to everything he does. Moving on from simply licking her, and inhaling her scent, Mako discovers her swollen clit and begins to play with it. He is rewarded with the sweet sounds of her moans and gasps. Oh, to hear the real thing, to hear Korra cry out in pleasure. To hear her panting, begging Mako for more, screaming yes over and over, and then finally she would reach her orgasm and let out the most beautiful piercing cry of ecstasy ever heard.
With a cry of his own Mako finally reaches his own orgasm, and erupts into his hand with some of his cum landing on his shirt and pants. Mako shivers, stroking his softening erection just a few more times for that little extra bit of pleasure. His whole body tingles now, his heart practically beating through his chest, but Mako finally feels completely content. He hasn’t had a mind blowing orgasm like this one in well, ever, and Mako knows that it is all because of the wonderful Korra. Beautiful, stunning Korra who has somehow managed to completely engulf him body and soul.