The KorrAsami Fix
Chapter 18: Nothing

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11,,Chapter 12,Chapter 13,Chapter 14, Chapter 15,Chapter 16,Chapter 17)

Mako ruminates on his relationship with Asami while Bolin languishes in lonely suffering. Korra is overburdened by her mounting responsibilities; Asami reminds her she doesn’t bear them alone. Korra tries to comfort Bolin. Asami is confronted with a terrible situation.

The group marched back to the mansion in silence and splintered apart once inside, the race driving deep rifts between them. The brothers retreated back to their rooms while the girls went back to the parlor.

Mako paced around his room, trying to figure just what the hell had happened out there that made Asami so insane.

She hadn’t bothered to talk to him after gloating over his near death experience. He wanted to say something to her, but a scowl passed over her face every time he looked at her, shutting down conversation before it even began.

He no idea what the hell she could be angry about. She was the one who nearly killed him, he should be the one glaring at her, yet she treated him like he was the bad guy.

He replayed the incident over and over in his head and never seeing where he went wrong. She was obviously offended when he claimed he was out there to protect her, but that was hardly a sufficient reason to ram him off the road. Nothing he had ever done to her warranted that kind of anger.

‘Maybe she had a fight with her dad or something and took out on me…’

But that hardly seemed likely; Hiroshi catered embarrassingly to his daughter’s every whim. Whatever was bothering Asami had nothing to do with him, or her father…

The only other catalyst he could think of for her change was Korra. Asami’s shouting and chest thumping antics mirrored Korra’s insane behavior. His love blinded brother may not have been able to see it, but Korra just wasn’t girlfriend material, and she wasn’t a good influence on his girlfriend either. She was certainly sexy, almost as sexy as Asami, and he certainly didn’t mind getting a little taste of her before but she was too powerful, too wild. You couldn’t predict her or control her; she was a force of nature. Girls were supposed to be demure and calm. Like Asami was.

Hopefully Bolin would understand that soon. He hadn’t spoken to Mako either since he forced him to swallow that bitter medicine about Korra. When they came indoors he shut up inside his room and hadn’t come out since.

‘Whatever.’

This was all temporary; it would pass.

He couldn’t wait for the day Korra left for Air Temple Island. Then Bolin would get over her, Asami would stop being moody and aggressive and he could start living the life he dreamed about, the life he had yearned for when he was curled up on the cold city streets at night trying to ignore how much his empty stomach hurt.

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Nothing about this moment felt temporary for Bolin.

He laid in his bed next door wallowing in depression and self-pity, his brother’s blunt words lodged in his gut like a dagger. Of course he remembered walking in on them making out just after Korra had shared so many laughs and smiles with him. He never forgot that. But he never longing for her, never lost faith that they would still be together one day. After all, Mako was with Asami now and Korra already liked him a little. If they spent some more time with each other she’d like a little more and little more…until one day she’d love him like he loved her.

He was convinced of that right up to the point Mako slapped reality in his face, dispelling his naïve romantic fantasies. Bolin realized everything he said was true. It was stupid to keep feeling things for a girl who already rejected you. She wasn’t going to wake up morning and have some epiphany about them as a couple.

He pressed a pillow to his face, trying to obliterate his incessant thoughts about  Korra, to forget how warm her smile was, how cute her giggling was, how drop dead sexy she was, how loudly she belched…and on and on.

None of that mattered. She didn’t want him, and he knew it.

But if he accepted that then why did it still hurt so much? Why couldn’t he stop feeling so bad?

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auroralynne:

Korrasami - The Best View, by Aurora Lynne
Haha, hope you enjoy this sassy Korrasami! ;D

"You were the one who told me not to wear panties in the first place."

auroralynne:

Korrasami - The Best View, by Aurora Lynne

Haha, hope you enjoy this sassy Korrasami! ;D

"You were the one who told me not to wear panties in the first place."

glasworks:

Have a delicious pie, my dears!

Can I have the biggest slice please?
#ohgodfootlickingissosexy

glasworks:

Have a delicious pie, my dears!

Can I have the biggest slice please?

#ohgodfootlickingissosexy

glasworks:

Korra and Asami, dancing in a club in Republic City. I love thinking about this setting and the characters and their connection to each other in this setting. I listen to several fitting music pieces while drawing this, for example this and this. 
A sequel to those pictures.

Ahhhhhh! Too sexy, too sexy! I don’t think I can handle it!

glasworks:

Korra and Asami, dancing in a club in Republic City. I love thinking about this setting and the characters and their connection to each other in this setting. 
I listen to several fitting music pieces while drawing this, for example this and this


A sequel to those pictures.

Ahhhhhh! Too sexy, too sexy! I don’t think I can handle it!

angerliz:

The Sexual Frustration of Avatar Korra

I think this might be my favorite Korrasami fan art yet. So angsty and innocent and I love the way that Korra work outs to avoid her feelings, perfect!

EDIT: It’s 15 minutes later and this thing still has me giggling madly. Oh Korra, your so adorable when you’re confused about your sexual identity.

Chapter 17: Lessons

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11,,Chapter 12,Chapter 13,Chapter 14, Chapter 15,Chapter 16)

Asami drags Korra to bed as she recovers from orgasm. Asami greets Korra the next morning, informing her of her new studies. The group visits the track and has a heated race. Korra has her first driving practice.

After lying on the ground naked and half asleep, basking in the glow of post coital bliss for what felt like eternity, Korra finally stirred, running her hands across Asami’s butt, instinctually reaching for the one thing that would ever want to make her move ever again. Asami hadn’t fallen asleep but enjoyed the wake-up call nonetheless, greeting the Avatar with her saucy smile as her eyes cracked open and she came back to life.

“Morning sweetie. Have a nice rest? I was waiting for you here all night.”

Korra peeked at Asami through blurry eyes and turned her head side to side, examining her surroundings, her bare skin and aching muscles reminding her of every glorious thing that happened to her. The mere memory of it all sewed her to ground. She didn’t wanna leave this spot. It was sacred. But she knew they couldn’t stay out there forever. She stretched her legs out and tried to sit up but couldn’t muster the smallest screed of strength necessary to does. Whether desire chained her there or she was simply too exhausted Korra wasn’t getting up anytime soon.

She could deal with it. The hard marble ground and dripping cold were infinitely more comfortable than any bed when she had the blanket of Asami draped over her.

“Asami…”

“Yes darling? Do you want more?”

‘More?’

What more was there to give…

The prospect of Asami doing those things to her again was…was…indescribable. Korra couldn’t even stand, let alone quiver and scream and arch and writhe and do all the other laborious, energy sapping things that left there, a pile of warm mush.

“…I think I wanna go to bed now.”

Asami smiled knowingly and rubbed Korra’s cheek.

“I guess we could do that too. Let’s get you dressed up and tucked in.”

Asami regretfully detached herself from Korra and effortlessly dove into the pool, scooping up their scattered shirts and pants and underwear then swimming back to the stairs, emerging from the water with her long black hair stuck to her back, carrying the mass of soaked clothes in both hands. She rung them out one by one, the water splashing loudly back into the pool as she twisted all the moisture she could away.

She draped the semi-dry clothes over her shoulder and walked over to Korra unceremoniously dumped her heavy shirt, pants and underwear on top of her, the still damp clothes thudding as the landed on the unassuming Avatar, who whined as they hit her.

AHHHH!” Korra rolled over, thanklessly tossing her retrieved clothes aside.

Asami yanked her pants and shirt back and prodded Korra with her foot, sticking it into the Avatar’s ribs as she flopped around on the ground like a petulant kid.

“If you don’t get up soon you’re gonna make me do something drastic.”

Korra cracked up open her eyes and looked up at the towering heiress who strode above her.

“Well?”

Korra shut her eyes again.

“Fine, you want it done the hard way…”

Asami knelt down and gathered the limp Avatar in her hands, straining to cradle Korra like Korra had cradled her before. Asami’s hands clutched Korra’s toned upper back and thick cheeks as she awkwardly carried the dense, muscle bound girl into the house, her arms burning and legs shaking with effort as she climbed the steps that led to their rooms.

As she laid there like a baby in Asami’s arms Korra knew she should feel ashamed and humiliated of her pathetic behavior; having to be picked up and carried off to bed naked by some pampered rich girl was hardly the becoming of an Avatar.

But she didn’t care about looking like the Avatar at the moment

When she romped around the pool kissing Asami underwater, she wasn’t the Avatar. When Asami slide her long probing fingers inside her she wasn’t the Avatar. When Asami thrust her wet tongue between her legs until she couldn’t breathe anymore she wasn’t the Avatar. And she wasn’t the Avatar now. Now she was just Korra, an innocent, love-struck teenager being helped to bed by her doting girlfriend.

And that was alright.

Asami backed into the door, the hinges squeaking loudly as it swung open. She turned to the side so she could fit Korra’s feet and head through the frame then walked over to the bed and gently laid her down with the compassionate, caring touch only an adoring lover is capable of. She gave Korra a final goodnight kiss and tucked the sheet behind her naked shoulders.

“Goodnight.”

Korra drifted off to sleep before Asami left the room.

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(Coloring by StarDragon77,original line art by CallMePo)
Brilliantly colorized update to a picture I posted a while back. Enjoy.

(Coloring by StarDragon77,original line art by CallMePo)

Brilliantly colorized update to a picture I posted a while back. Enjoy.

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I wonder if I’m crossing a line with this one.  Oh well… <33333

A welcome sight.

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I wonder if I’m crossing a line with this one.  Oh well… <33333

A welcome sight.

Chapter 16: Immersion

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11,,Chapter 12,Chapter 13,Chapter 14, Chapter 15)

Asami’s goodnight kiss leaves Korra too excited to sleep. She lies in her room trying to fight off her natural urges. She gives in. Asami walks in on her. The pair sneaks off to the pool in the dead of night. Asami teases Korra until the point of breaking.

Korra walked into her room and slumped against the door, wanting to drop down there on the floor and stick her down pants the same as she did the last time Asami left a goodnight kiss lingering on her lips. She closed eyes, heart thumping frantically as she licked her lips, savoring every morsel of Asami left in her. She took a deep breath to calm down, fighting the natural bodily urges screaming at her to forget the risks and just start fucking herself right then, her conscious mind struggling to remember that she couldn’t do it. She had only gotten away with it in on the island because the reverential air acolytes would never approach her; the staff of the Sato mansion had no such reluctance, if they heard those same disturbing noises they would barge right in on her. And that would be the best case scenario.

It could be Mako instead.

Or Bolin.

Or Mister Sato.

Despite lying just several feet from Asami and having her scent wafting off her, Korra was completely cut off from her, even thinking about Asami was dangerous now. She thought living inside her home would bring them closer together, free them; instead she was imprisoned, monitored continuously, far worse than she ever had been by the White Lotus guard. She was hounded by the staff and Bolin and Mako every second, forced to keep constant look out for wondering eyes and groping hands. The seemingly enormous house was a claustrophobic monolith that did nothing but keep them apart.

But petty reason could not stifle the overwhelming power of raging hormones and desire for long. Against her will she palmed her breast through her shirt, Asami stripping off in her mind, dropping her top to the floor revealing a pale, ample set of tits nestled in a lacey red bra.

‘NO!’

She ripped her hand away from her chest, kicked off the door and dove into bed, rolling onto her back, putting her hands over face. She had to stop. There was absolutely no way she could do that here.

She tried reciting the meditation mantras Tenzin taught her to clear her mind but Asami unsnapped her bra and slowly lowered down, baring her naked chest at Korra like a gift.

‘Dammit!’

The more she fought her the faster Asami’s clothes came off, tight black pants sliding down her thighs as Korra rolled around in bed, expressing her pent up frustration every way except the way she wanted. She clawed at the bed sheets and ran her hands through her hair, desperate to keep them away from her crotch. She had no control over the girl in her head and almost none over herself as she forgot herself again and started kneading her breasts and arching her back, Asami’s mellifluous moans playing in her head. Korra sang out to match them, each ‘oh’ and ‘ah’ complimenting back and forth in an orgasmic duet before she regained her self-awareness, clamping her mouth shut.

She couldn’t believe just how close she had come to slipping off the edge, falling down into that bottomless pit of pleasure and announcing it to the world. She imagined Bolin and Mako rushing into to find her humping the bed, driving her fingers into her pussy screaming bloody murder. But it wasn’t enough to stop her now that she started, the humiliation of being found submitting to her secret lover paling in comparison to the temptation of imminent, astonishing pleasure. Being discovered in the throes of masturbation was a milder punishment then being forced to lay suffering with pain of unrequited self-love.

She spread her legs and tugged her pants down and massaging through her underwear, teasing herself, waiting for Asami to get completely naked. She gnashed her teeth and breathed through her nose to stem the billowing moans that seeped out her mouth as she ground her hand into her pussy furiously while watching Asami turn around and roll her panties down her ass, bending over, sticking it out, making it look even bigger before suddenly pulling them back up again.

Korra smacked the bed and bit her lower lip as Asami stared at her with those glittering green eyes, smiling at how easily she was able to manipulate and torture her. Korra rubbed even faster in response; desperate to prove to her just how much she craved her, needed her. Korra finally snaked her hand under her panties to show her full devotion, the idol in her mind closed her eyes and smiled favorably, satisfied with the offering of her supplicant. She slid her thumbs through her hips, pushing her panties down, the mound of-

“Thunk!Thunk!Thunk!”

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(SWAMP PEOPLE by lord phillock)

Love love love these pictures, makes me wish the whole dang show was set in the swamp.

The whole aesthetic just looks so right (the tribal tattoos in particular are amazing), I would honestly believe this was concept art for the show if it weren’t so damn sexy.