you set my soul alight; mako/korra (smut)

A/N: Welp. With that Amon bloodbending Mako and Korra scene, equipped with the “Now kiss” pic on here, I literally had no choice but to write this. I’m not even sorry. Makorra smut.. with Amon enjoying it. /bricked.

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“I finally have you at my mercy, Avatar…”

Amon felt a rush of sickening triumph course through his veins as he observed the bloodbent Avatar suspended above him, limbs strewn backwards from the pressure, eyes wide with both pain and terror. He relished it. Relished every last bit of it. How long he’d waited to have her succumbed to his will, his control, knowing there was not a single thing she could do about it. The gruesome-sounding crackling – not that he would ever know, considering he’d never been bloodbent before, and there was no one alive with the ability to ever ensnare him in it – of the manipulation of the Avatar’s body licked his eardrums, teasing, pleasuring, the same as the pained, guttural moans emitting from her throat. He liked the sound of it.

He felt himself becoming slightly hard and attempted to ignore it. He couldn’t get too excited by his inevitable victory just yet, the Avatar had her firebender companion with her, who was proving to be evasive at the moment. He was surely close by, and Amon was not the least bit disappointed when the boy suddenly stepped out from behind him, fists already embalmed with flame as he shot them towards Amon. “Let her go!” He demanded.

In one short, swift motion of his hand, the firebender was spelled backwards, under the bloodbending as well. Effortlessly, he moved the two into the air, looking back and forth between them, enjoying the agonizing groans both teens were making as he controlled their blood and bodies. He smirked, eyes glinting with mirth as he gazed at the firebender, who was struggling to break the hold, his eyes never leaving Korra’s. “Korra!” He gasped.

“Well, would you look at that, Avatar,” Amon mused, turning his head to look at the girl, who now struggled harder against the bending just the same as her companion was. “It seems your friend here cares quite a bit about you. I wonder… is the affection mutual?”

The softness that appeared in the Avatar’s eyes gave him his answer, and he let out a short chuckle, intensifying the bloodbending and causing the two cry out with pain. “How cute. So more than friends, I see. Then, you should take solace, young Avatar, that I will appease your appetite for your little firebender here…”

“What – ?” Korra let out a choked gasp, unprepared for when Amon launched her body forward, sending her flying directly at Mako, making the two crash painfully into each other. Korra fully expected for them to go plummeting to the ground, but they remained upright, pressed against one another, and then their head lurched forward, lips crashing together in a passionate, forceful kiss. They were forced apart for a moment to allow breathing and then Amon pushed them together again, manipulating Korra and Mako’s mouths both open for the use of tongue, both moaning against their will as they tasted each other.

Their eyes were still prodded open, and as they drank in one another, Korra gave Mako a silent apology with her eyes, but his gold irises held no contempt, no bitterness, instead an almost craving desire that was both mutual and disengaging on her end. She loved him, she knew that, but she did not want to be kissing him here, in front of her enemy, who was controlling both of their bodies to create his own twisted fantasy. “Mako,” She murmured into the kiss, “I’m…”

"It’s okay," He told her, and the words were somehow comforting and shattering all at once, soothing but destructive. Before Korra could say any more, they landed in a heap on the floor, still under the effect of Amon’s bloodbending grip, unable to disentangle themselves, as the kiss finally ended. The two teens raised their irises upwards as Amon’s feet came into view as he stood above them, an almost mischievous look in his eyes that let Korra know that he was enjoying every second of this.

"Heh," Amon chuckled, "You seem rather apologetic, Avatar… and here I thought you’d be gratified that I gave you such a wonderful moment of pleasure before I take your bending…" Still struggling against the hold, Korra glared up at him, and Mako snarled. Amon cocked his head to the side as he observed their expressions, utterly amused. "It seems, however, that neither of you are very thankful for such a display I enabled you to create." Korra’s eyes contracted in a way that were she not being bloodbent, she would undoubtedly be blushing, and this amused the masked man even more. "Have I embarrassed and humiliated you, young Avatar?" He taunted, causing Korra’s glare to enhance.

"Shut up," Mako demanded, hatred swelling up inside his gold irises. "Leave her alone, Amon!"

Amon turned his attention now to the firebender boy. “No, I don’t think I will. I haven’t humiliated her quite enough yet. And you, boy, shall play as the catalytic hand that leads to her undoing.” The man raised his hand again, poised at Mako, and for a moment, it seemed nothing had happened. Then Mako’s eyes bulged open in shock, irises shrunk back, and Korra could not distinguish any change in his appearance that would warrant such a response until she felt something hard pressing on her inner thigh and she yelped.

"Mako," She wheezed breathlessly. "What —?"

The pressure grew harder, and Korra hissed in pain and something else as she felt Mako’s hot breath on her neck, creating a squirming sensation that started in the pit of her stomach and cascaded to between her legs, which had started to feel as if a fire had lit beneath her. “Mako - “

Mako didn’t seem to be at any more ease than she was. His expression had become guilty, sincerely apologetic as he groaned. “I’m sorry, Korra,” He whispered, teeth clenched. “It’s Amon, he’s…”

"Honestly, have you never seen a hard male, Avatar?" Amon sneered. "I daresay you are hardly ignorant to the sensation of arousal… seemingly since your own body is responding quite positively to his."

Korra moaned as the heat between her legs intensified, and her hips involuntarily buckled, seemingly responding to Mako’s hardness pressed tightly against her, as Amon forced them into yet another kiss. Absently, Korra began to wonder if her body reacting in such a way to Mako was really Amon’s doing, or if some part of her had been begging for this, begging to experience Mako.

She felt Mako’s bloodbent hands crawl underneath her shirt, and she gasped in a hitch as his fingers caressed her navel, moving upward, towards her breasts, one of which he cupped in his hands, and Korra moaned, the heat that was between her legs spreading to her nipples as well. “Ah -“

"Korra," He breathed, fingers swirling around Korra’s nipples of his own accord, his still-clothed member pressed tightly upon her own arousal, his amber irises absolutely full of want now, and something softer, something much more meaningful, something that told Korra all she’d wanted to hear him say for what felt like forever and she shook her head.

 ”I know,” She whispered, feeling the need to give in to her own bodily demands. She wanted Mako. She needed him, and she would be damned if she let Amon make this something unpleasant, turn it into something that would shame the both of them for as long as they lived. It did not matter if Amon was watching, controlling their bodies; he could not control what they said, both with their mouth and eyes, what they emotionally told one another. This would not become something that she would come to think of as shameful, and judging by the determined look in his eyes, however clouded by lust and urgency, neither did Mako.

So when Mako’s hands pulled at Korra’s equalist outfit and slowly began to separate it from her body, she did not say anything, simply stared at him, grunting as the material struggled to unmat itself from her sweaty skin. The fact that her arms were still being bloodbent to subdue her didn’t help, but the jacket and shirt were suddenly gone and she was before both Mako and Amon in only her wrappings.

Amon, who was watching them with nothing less than piqued curiosity, curled his fingers together, causing Korra’s hands to twitch, and she watched as they moved forward, one cupping Mako’s bulge, the other on the hem of his pants, causing the firebender to give a throaty moan. “Korra…”

Immediately, her fingers undid the zipper, Mako’s pants sliding from underneath him, and Korra’s fingers began to slowly stroke him from the tip, to the head, all the way to the shaft and back again, and even with her blood being bended, Korra felt the insatiable urge to blush, her womanhood growing almost unbearably hotter.

Mako was gasping and moaning beneath her, his hands reaching up to undo her wrappings, letting them fall to the floor as his head raised. His lips teased her left nipple, and she hissed, his tongue extending out to slide across her breast and she gave a cry of pleasure, seeing white. Mako began suckling, and Korra’s hands, still working Mako’s hardened member were becoming wet and sticky with his cum, the hot cottage cheese-like mucus only adding on to her already wet pants, and her handed guided him, pressing him harder and closer to her clothed lower body, her hips grinding forward with overwhelming desire.

She let out a pleasured moan when Mako’s fingers finally trailed down to the hem of her pants, quickly undoing them and fingers playing with the skin of her vaginal lips, woving in and out and around, and she almost wanted to scream at him, tell him to hurry the hell up and fuck her already, but she bit her tongue instead to prevent herself from yelling. And then Mako’s slender fingers brushed against her clit, and she was unable to prevent the shouted moan that escaped her lips. “M-Mako,” She gasped, voice trembling, her body reaching levels of pleasure she had never before imagined. “Ah… Mako, I..”

His fingers dove deeper, properly fingering her, and her hips thrusted forward to meet him, in and out, and she felt as if she just might lose herself here, now, in front of Amon, who she had refrained from locking eyes with, keeping them trained instead upon Mako, as he was doing for her. She felt her hands being forced again and then Mako’s jacket and shirt were gone too, both of them now completely exposed.

His nipples were just as hard as hers were, her hands covered with his release trailing down his chest, drifting on his navel and causing his breath to hitch. This only seemed to turn her on more, Mako’s fingers still working her, and her hands dropped back down to his re-hardened member, pumping him once more. Suddenly, his fingers left her, and her body reacted, unsatisfied and yearning. “Why -” She managed to rasp out before her hands were pulling, guiding his manhood, and all at once, she realized what Amon was striving for.

"It seems you are enjoying this much more than I anticipated, Avatar Korra," He smirked from behind the mask, eyes glinting with satisfaction. "You have let down all of your walls before me because of your feelings for this firebending street disease…. and now I intend to tear them apart."

Before she could even respond, Mako shoved himself inside her, eliciting a yelp from the girl that was agonizing, and Mako growled as he connected inside her, the pleasuring sensation he had been expecting to feel overwhelmed with guilt. He was hurting her, and it was all Amon’s fault. “Korra,” He panted, his pelvis thrusting forward, harder, faster, into her muscular body. “Korra, I’m so sorry,” He moaned.

"I’m okay," She assured him, even while tears glistened at the edge of her eyes, and her lips quirked in the ghost of a smile, "because it’s you, Mako. If it was anyone else but you…"

His eyes softened, his bloodbent body aching from both the act and the strain of the bloodbending Amon had not ceased even once on either of them, pumping himself inside her, Korra’s own involuntary thrusts synchronized with his own. Finally, they both cried out, spilling into one another, both completely spent. Exhausted — and now fearing the worst from Amon — they exited from each other.

Amon had not so much as moved ever since he’d started the bloodbending, and Korra raised her tired eyes to look up at him now, finding nothing but relish and triumph in his, and she knew it was over. He’d gotten what he wanted. He’d humiliated her. He’d used Mako as a pedestal to bring her down with his bloodbending, and now he would do what he set out to do — he would take her bending, and then he would take Mako’s.

She met Mako’s irises, gold into blue, and she knew he felt just as she did. No matter what came next, they would not regret what had just transpired between them. At that moment, Mako did not need to say anything, and neither did she. The message was clear.