Forever yours

Bruises

It had been a week since the incident. She was back home, safe, but it was not the same. Mako hardly looked at her much less touched her.
Lately, he insisted she spend every single night at his place, or at least let him stay with her on the island. He wanted to be with her every night, something about her warm presence next to him made him feel better, like he could keep her safe. Even if that meant waking up extra early to get to work from the island. Thankfully, Korra opted to spend every night at Mako's instead, she knew it was because he worried, but it's not like she was complaining. Mako walked back into his apartment from the bathroom.
Korra was in her lacy white nightie, with a floral pattern and an almost transparent appearance. She wanted him, she wanted him to want her too. She hoped that this would ignite a passion in him like the one flaming within her.
"Korra-" he gulped a bit. His eyes drinking in the sight of her. The lace flowers hardly concealing her full breasts. The flowy material barely reaching past her hips and buttocks. Her silky smooth skin of her legs and-... the bruises. The deep purple and blue bruises speckled her ankles and wrists, where her captors' shackles had been. His heart sunk, he felt shame. He should've be there to protect her, but he failed. He looked away in disgrace.
She frowned at him looking away. She closed the distance between him, bringing a hand to his face.
"Mako, look at me."
He met her gaze, a sadness within in soul. The sight was almost enough to shatter her heart.
"Mako, what's wrong? You hardly look at me and never touch me anymore." She grabbed for his hand bringing it slowly towards her chest. He felt where she was moving and pulled his hand away.
"Korra I can't touch you like this."
"I want this! I need you to touch me!"
"I don't want to hurt you!"
"Forget this!" Korra made up her mind. She stormed off angrily. She reached the door and made her way into the darkness of the apartment hallway. The rejection stung, she felt broken, unlovable. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to be held in his arms, but it seemed like he was further away than ever.
"Korra," he called after her.
"Shit!" Mako said under his breath. He knew he messed up. After Korra was kidnapped, again, he just didn't know what the right thing to do or say anymore was. He may not've wanted to touch her, actually he wasn't really sure what he wanted anymore. Secretly he did want to touch her, hold her, feel her warmth, but maybe not with visual reminders of his failure in protecting Korra. But her leaving is the absolute last thing he wanted.
He was ready to chase her down, he stopped for a moment. If she was leaving she probably didn't want him to chase her. Then he remembered the state she left the apartment in. Aggravated, barely clothed. Then, he thought about anyone else seeing her in that state, he couldn't allow that. He couldn't let any sick depraved individual see her like that. He ran out the door.
Once out in the hall he turned to look both ways, scoping the hallway for Korra. He saw her slowly walking down the hall. He jogged to catch up with her. "Korra!"
He knew she heard him with how he yelled for her, she was clearly ignoring him.
"Korra!" He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, pressing her gently but firmly into the wall so she would not leave. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I thought you didn't want to touch me," Korra spat out, clearly still hurt from the earlier rejection.
"You know what I meant."
"I'm not sure I do." Crossing her arms.
"Whatever, you shouldn't be out like this anyways," gesturing to her outfit with his hands.
She scoffed, "oh yeah? And what are you the boss of me?"
"No!" He replied more angrily than he meant to. He was wracking his brain for the right thing to say, what he could say to fix this. But all he found was frustration.
Korra narrowed her eyes. "You don't own me... you better touch me right now, before I find someone else who will!" Passion building in her chest. Her heart thumped harder.
That's it! Mako couldn't take this anymore. He could tell she wouldn't listen to him or go back into the apartment unless he forced her to.
In one swift motion mako swooped down grabbing her by the thighs and swung her over his shoulder. Korra was slightly shocked at his strength and being able to hold her entire body weight with one shoulder. She faintly wanted to fight but resisted the urge. "Stop!" She feigned some form of protest.
"No!" Mako responded firmly, walking straight to his apartment not even bothering to look at her when he spoke.
When he reached the apartment he kicked the door shut behind him and locked it with his free hand. He walked over to the bed and threw korra onto it. "Is this what you want?" He pounced on top of her. Some anger in his voice at her defiance.
"Yes!" Korra answered enthusiastically.
Mako responded by kissing her, roughly pressing his lips into hers. He did kind of want this, but he wasn't sure Korra was ready for this, but if it kept her safe in his bed. What choice did he have?
He kissed her hungrily, with passion and force. Parting her lips with his own, he used his tongue to battle hers into submission. Korra moaned into the kiss. Mako pulled away and began placing his lips to her neck, kissing furiously down, sucking and gently grazing her with his teeth. He was rewarded with breathy gasps.
Swiftly, he stuck his hands under the straps of her nightie and pulled it down, exposing her breasts.
He took her breast into his mouth, sucking harshly. He took the other in his hand and began toying with her nipple, twisting it slightly. His tongue circled delicately around her areola. He gently bit on her nipple. "Mako!" Korra called out in a shocked manner.
Her moans and reactions were almost worth it, but he was still having a hard time convincing himself. He sighed, stopping to contemplate his decision.
"Don't stop!" Korra begged. Was he being intentionally cruel to punish her? Getting her all worked up and leaving her wanting.
She reached a hand down into his boxers grabbing his member firmly in his hand, it was his turn to gasp now. She began pumping rhythmically up and down. If he was going to stop she would make him want her as much as she wanted him, she would compel him to keep going.
He placed his hand around her throat, gently pushing her down. The shock caused her to release her grip on his length. He had an inclination she wanted this, but had to be sure. "Do you like this? Do you like it when I'm rough Korra?" He whispered into her ear sending shivers down her core.
"Yes!" She was glad she didn't have to look at his face right now bc she could feel hers burning with embarrassment.
"Good," mako replied.
He wanted to grab her hands and hold them above her head in continuity with the roughness they just established, but he refused to touch her battered wrists, so instead he switched gears.
He leaned back and pulled her panties down, connecting his mouth with her womanhood, without even giving her a second to react. "Fuck," she whimpered.
He wanted to make her feel good, to just forget the shitiness of the world, even if just for a minute. His tongue licked her up and down before attacking her clit, aggressively swirling and flicking it up and down against it. Korra's cries became louder, he could feel her begin to shake, desperation for release becoming stronger. He started sucking and getting grazing his teeth over her clit, Korra called out. Her legs squeezing around his head. He gripped them pushing them down into the bed, spreading them slightly to give himself better access. He harshly pinned them to the bed there. She was close, he could feel it, he sucked harder and moved his tongue rapidly, forcing her over the edge. She screamed and her body shook violently. Mako licked his lips, satisfied he was able to bring her pleasure.
He rested his head on her breast allowing her to catch her breath and regain some composure. He was perfectly content stopping things here, being proud he was able to reduce her to a shaking mess, but Korra was not satisfied. She wanted to please Mako too, but even more she wanted to fill the craving in between her legs. The cunnalingus was nice, but it only made the longing inside grow more inpatient, she needed him inside of her, now.
"Mako, I want you inside of me." Making her intentions clear, she was grabbing for his cock, seeking to replicate the same pleasure he had given her not too long ago.
He grabbed her hand flipping her over so she was on her stomach, He placed a coy hand on her round ass, gently massaging the smooth flesh. "your wish is my command." Taking his cock and rubbing it against her entrance, teasing her ever so slightly. As much as she wanted this, he wanted it too.
She moaned softly, "d-don't tease me mako!"
With that instruction he thrust his length all the way inside of her "ahh!" Was all she responded with.
His cock slipped into her tight wet pussy. He breathed through his teeth, her walls putting immense pressure on his cock. But he did not want to cum just yet, not until korra was cumming with him.
He started thrusting slowly, almost at a torturously slow place. "Faster Mako!" Cried Korra, who was tiring of his endless teasing.
With that he picked up the pace quickly. Pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into her every time. Korra gripped the sheets for leverage and was moaning shrill screams. He bit his lip, not yet, he thought. He placed his hand on her hip, giving him more leverage for his increasingly frantic thrusts. The other one found it's way to korra's head gripping her hair tightly, eliciting a whimper from the water bender. The sensations of having her hair pulled back and mako mercilessly fucking her hips into the bed were too much for her, she held on for as long as she could before she was shaking uncontrollably and screaming mako's name.
This was more than enough for him, feeling her walls tighten and pulsate around him was too much and he soon followed her. Moaning loudly and exploding inside her, "Korra," he softly whispered into her ear.
Slowly, he removed himself from her insides and plopped down next to her, drained of all energy. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him, concern now taking hold of his thoughts.
"Was that okay? I didn't hurt you did I?" Suddenly regretting how aggressive he had become in the heat of the moment.
"No, it was perfect." She pecked his lips. "Thank you."
Worry seemed to evaporate from his mind. He pulled her in towards his chest, placing a kiss on her forehead and arm around her back. "I love you." He pulled the bedsheets over them and felt sleep fighting for control over his exhausted body and mind.
"I love you too."
"Man my neighbours are going to hate us." She quietly chuckled into his chest before drifting off, and they fell asleep in each others arms.

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A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you liked this part. Chapter four coming soon. ;)