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To celebrate this special day, I present the long-awaited sequel to Deep Tissue! :D It’s my Korrasami Massage AU with @n1ghtwr1ter (although this chapter is all me). I’ll be posting updates throughout the day, and hopefully I’ll finish it in time to post to AO3 later tonight.
Part One is HERE
This series, these characters, and this fandom mean so much to me. I love all of you. ;w;
Deep Tissue Pt. 2 (Explicit)
Tags: Korrasami, Massage, Massage AU, Fingering, Oral sex, Strap-ons, (not the magic ones), (just a regular one), (oh god it’s embarrassing I have to specify)
Asami shuddered as cool air hit her skin, swiping her towel over the droplets dotting her bare legs. Despite the steam swirling around her, she missed the warmth of the shower. In fact, she was going to miss most of the comforts of the Fragrant Lotus Spa when she left. Although she didn’t go out of her way to pamper herself at home, she had to admit that she appreciated the heated floors, the extra fluffy pillows, and the smell of freshly laundered sheets mixed with the flowers growing outside in the garden.
In fact, there was only one luxury the spa provided that she wouldn’t miss when she left.
Korra.
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As soon as she stepped into the bedroom, Asami gasped in delight. The first thing she noticed was the dimmed lights. They were low and soothing, partially because Korra had draped red scarves over the lamps. The smell of cinnamon was stronger, but Asami caught a whiff of flowers as well, not coming through the open window, but from rosepetals that had been scattered onto the floor and across the comforter. The bed itself had been moved slightly to the side to make room for a new item of furniture: a portable massage table that looked much like the one Korra used in the nearby massage room. A plush towel was draped conspicuously across the bottom, and Asami’s heartbeat spiked. Clearly, Korra was expecting to make enough of a mess to require cleanup.
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Korra stared down at the gorgeous woman lying before her, unsure where to begin. She had planned this through from start to finish, but looking at Asami—her girlfriend—made all her thoughts vanish. Her hands ached to touch everywhere at once, and she simply couldn’t decide. All her professional (and unprofessional) experience had suddenly flown out the window.
The only thought in her mind was: How did I get so lucky?
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Sorry for the delay! I’m back. More NSFW under cut.
Asami yelped as Korra’s fingers drove even harder into the same spot, coaxing out another rush of heat. Unable to hold still anymore, she squirmed and wriggled and shuddered through the end of her orgasm, unsure whether she wanted to push into the pleasure or pull away from it. She remembered Korra’s hand on her back and decided to push into it.
The light tease caused Asami to stop rolling her hips. She held perfectly still, patiently waiting for more.
“Spirits, you’re so wet,” Korra murmured, trailing her fingertips up and down. She took her time exploring, circling lightly around the root of Asami’s clit without quite touching the tip. When even that seemed to leave Asami shaking, Korra grazed her entrance instead. As she expected, the tight muscles there tried to pull her in, but she didn’t allow it. She merely slipped over them instead of sinking forward.
“Because you keep doing that,” Asami pointed out.
“What? This?” Korra repeated the motion, sucking on her own tongue as she watched Asami’s opening clasp helplessly at her fingertips. Her mouth was starting to water, and she wasn’t certain how much longer she could tease.
Asami gave a noticeable jerk, thighs tensing. “Y—yes.”
Korra smirked. She placed her left hand flat against the small of Asami’s back, pressing down to keep her in place. The fingers of her right continued toying, swirling everywhere, settling nowhere. Asami was so slick, so warm, so welcoming. It wouldn’t take any effort at all to press inside…
One of Korra’s fingers slipped in before she could really think about it. Asami clamped down, but the river of wetness flowing out of her prevented any friction. Korra tried a few sloppy thrusts, but one finger wasn’t enough. She added a second, and this time, Asami whined.
“Korra…”
Korra pressed a little harder with her left hand when Asami tried to buck. She ran her thumb in soothing lines, letting Asami feel the edges of her other nails at the same time. “Hold still. Just hold still…” She curled the fingers of her right hand forward, searching for the ridged, swollen spot past Asami’s entrance. It wasn’t hard to find, already firm and waiting. Asami gave a full-body shiver the moment she probed at it.
“Don’t come yet,” Korra whispered, stroking her palm down from the middle of Asami’s back to cup her ass. “Let me work it out.”
She felt the moment Asami surrendered to her and stopped striving for more. She went limp, shoulders sagging even though she was lying down, sighing heavily. Her legs couldn’t spread any further without falling off the table, but Korra saw them twitch. Just in case, Korra moved her palm back to Asami’s spine, keeping her pinned to the table. Meanwhile, the fingers of her right hand began flexing—hard.
Asami howled.
Korra’s fingers. Korra’s wonderful fingers. Korra’s wonderful, wicked fingers were making her feel things she could barely process. Or maybe it wasn’t just Korra’s fingers. Maybe some of it was Korra’s low, soothing voice, muttering commands like endearments. Maybe some of it was the burning tingle of the oil still clinging to her skin and the smooth sheets under her belly and the hand on her back, always stroking, always pressing.
Maybe it was the fact that she’d fallen in something like love after only a week. She knew it was stupid, premature, but…
Please, she tried to hiss, but her lips couldn’t form words. They just shook as another cry came bursting out. She couldn’t keep the noises back. Each curl of Korra’s fingers forced out more. The harder they hooked against her, the harder the fullness between her legs pounded. She felt herself swelling into Korra’s fingertips, and her clit swelled too, straining for something, any kind of attention.
Thankfully, she didn’t have to beg. She wasn’t certain she was capable of it anyway. Korra’s thumb swiped over her, and she grunted, going rigid.
“Don’t come,” Korra said again. “Not yet.”
Not yet?
Not yet.
Asami tried to cling to those words, letting them echo through her head. Not yet… but her release was creeping up on her despite her best attempts to hold it back. She clutched harder at Korra’s fingers, throbbing with anticipation.
“Just a little bit longer, baby. I promise. You’re being so good. So patient. Just a little bit longer…”
Korra’s hand left Asami’s spine and roamed all over her back, lighting up her skin. It wasn’t hard enough to be a massage, but it was torturous nonetheless—especially since she no longer had any excuse to keep from rocking her hips. She had to hold herself back, and only the fear of Korra stopping kept her still.
Korra had never treated her like this before. Korra had never given her commands before. Korra had never asked for anything without a ‘please’ tacked on the end before, and Asami had no idea what the consequences would be for disobeying. She was too desperate to risk it. She remained as still as she could, closing her eyes, breathing shakily through clenched teeth.
Then, at last, the magic words came.
“Come, baby. Go ahead and come.”
She was coming before Korra even finished the sentence. Her inner walls clamped down around Korra’s knuckles and refused to let go, rippling so fast that the waves overlapped. Through it all, Korra never stopped curling her fingers. On the first push, they drew out a flood. Though she had been noisy all this time, Asami was suddenly struck silent. All the pressure inside her finally spilled into Korra’s waiting hand, dripping onto the towel below.
“That’s it,” Korra purred. She gave Asami’s clit another light flick, and Asami trembled wildly. “Let me just… there.”