Southern Winds, Chapter 1: The Desk in Tarrlok’s Office
HEY WOW THIS POST IS NSFW.
So… here’s how I decided to do Korrlok Week. All of the prompts are chapters of a single story, so, this story will obviously have 7 chapters total, 1 for each prompt. I’m also doing illustrations for each chapter, so you should see them dotted through the text. Although this story begins with smut, it will be horribly depressing (well, at least I think so) starting on day 3, the prompt being Politics. We all know how much I like angst, now don’t we…?
Anyway, I’ll shut up now. I hope you enjoy!
First smut I’ve ever written, so I hope it’s not shit.
Series: Legend of Korra
Rating: M for sexual situations
Genre: Romance, PWP (this chapter)
Word Count: 4,269
It was a warm, summer evening in Republic City when Korra found herself entering the ballroom of City Hall, wearing her blue, somewhat traditional Water Tribe dress. A rather irritated Tenzin stood by her side, Pema and his children lingering behind. Korra couldn’t help but smirk at Tenzin, amused by his inability to disguise his dislike towards the event that they were attending. “Have you any idea what Tarrlok wants from you this time, Korra?” He asked as they stopped before the front steps, waiting for Tenzin’s family to catch up. Korra looked up at him raising an eyebrow.
“Who said that he wants anything from me? Even if he is kind of sleazy, he’s still a person. Tarrlok is free to throw a party if he wants, right? He doesn’t necessarily have an ulterior motive.” Tenzin scowled at the familiar tone which she used to talk about Tarrlok. “Besides, even if he does have an ulterior motive, how am I supposed to know? I’ve only been working with the man for two months,” she said, causing Tenzin to harumph and look away from her. Maybe you’ve only been working with him for two months, but an unexpectedly large part of that two months has been spent in his company, thought Tenzin. Indeed, Korra had been spending a lot of time with the Councilman, and although he was rather suspicious, he did his best to brush off his concerns. He knew that Korra was very enthusiastic about the Task Force, although she had been reluctant to join at first. Korra was a smart girl, and he hoped that perhaps she would be able to convince Tarrlok to direct his efforts with the Task Force towards more of the crime within the city, and less on non-bender discrimination.
Letting out a sigh, he looked back at the city hall. “Well, shall we, Avatar Korra?” He asked gesturing to the building. She smiled at him.
“Absolutely, Councilman Tenzin.”
“I believe that we’ve already seen this particular dress, Avatar Korra.” Korra smirked, a feeling of warmth coiling in her belly as she heard her favorite voice from behind her. Oh, how she had been looking forward to seeing Tarrlok for the entire day, trying to ignore the warm feeling of arousal in her core at the anticipation of seeing him in the evening. She didn’t care much for being away from him, but she knew that they both had other duties.
“I don’t really do the whole dress thing, so I’d rather just have one to deal with,” She responded, turning around to face the Councilman. He offered his hand to her, gesturing with his head towards the dance floor. She smiled, taking his hand and letting him lead her.
“I’d be happy to purchase a new one for you, if you so desire,” He said, pulling them into a smooth rhythm.
“I believe I just said that I’d rather just have one,” she responded, playfully feigning annoyance. Tarrlok pursed his lips, eyeing Korra’s dress as they moved.
“You do look lovely in this one, but surely you’ll allow me to buy you another one that is even more flattering…?” Korra rolled her eyes at him.
“How about you just buy yourself a dress, considering how keen you are on the idea?” She said playfully, causing Tarrlok to flush.
“I’m sure that while I would look excellent in it, it would look much better on you,” he responded equally as playfully, causing Korra’s jaw to drop briefly in surprise before she grinned at him. “Not that it would be much of a feat. You are already very, very beautiful,” he said, his voice lowering. Korra felt slightly stupid as a blush crawled onto her cheeks.
“Are you flirting with me, Councilman Tarrlok?” She asked, tilting her head slightly. Tarrlok pulled her slightly closer, reminding her of the last time they had danced in this hall. She and Tarrlok had been dancing, stiffly making small talk, the conversation gradually getting more heated and hostile as they continued dancing. Neither was sure why they kept twirling around the dance floor together, since they didn’t seem to enjoy each other’s company, but they continued dancing nonetheless. During one song, as Tarrlok spun her around a little bit aggressively, she had accidentally bumped into a nearby couple, pushing her hips into Tarrlok’s. She had only a moment to feel Tarrlok’s erection pressing into her belly before he let out a low hiss, and grabbing ahold of her hips, pushed her away forcefully. Just like that, their seemingly never ending dance came to an abrupt halt, and they avoided each other for most of the evening.
“Would you find that objectionable, Avatar Korra?” He asked, his hand twitching on her hip uncertainly, bringing her back to the present. She looked up at him, seeing his confidence wavering, genuinely hoping that she reciprocated his feelings.
“I think we’ve already established that I don’t find the idea of you flirting with me objectionable,” she said, lowering her voice to keep it from prying ears. Tarrlok felt a surge of happiness rush through him at her words.
“I’m pleased to hear that that’s how you feel, as I very much like flirting with you,” he said, pulling her even closer to him as they twirled together. She smirked up at him, squeezing his shoulder ever so slightly.
“I’ve noticed that, Councilman Tarrlok, although you do seem to enjoy more than just flirting with me, as you have demonstrated before,” she said, pushing herself a little bit closer to him. Tarrlok let out the tiniest of groans as he remembered stolen kisses in the hallways of the city hall, in the changing room after the other Task Force members had gone home, against the door to his office, his hand winding its way down her pants. “I’m not sure why you’re being so shy now, as I’ve shown you that I enjoy your company on many occasions in the past.” Tarrlok glanced away briefly before turning to look at her again.
“I… wasn’t sure if… the last time was a onetime occurrence or not,” he said quietly, distancing himself from her slightly. “You haven’t spoken to me since, so I thought that maybe you had gotten what you wanted, and that maybe… you weren’t coming back.” Korra frowned at this, pulling herself closer to him again.
“Tarrlok,” she said quietly, and Tarrlok shivered at the intimate tone that she used. “Tenzin has been upping my Airbending training time, and with all my other commitments – Probending, your Task Force, trying to keep the people from hating me – I don’t have a whole lot of free time left to spend with you, no matter how much I want it.” Tarrlok watched her carefully as she spoke, seeing the sincerity in her eyes. “I didn’t mean to make you think that I was using you, and I’m so sorry if that’s how it seemed.” He glanced away, pondering.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think of your other time commitments at all. That was rather selfish of me,” he said, turning back to Korra, his face serious. “I suppose I’m rather greedy, wanting to take so much of your time.” Korra flushed, a devious smirk crossing her features.
“Well, if you want, Councilman Tarrlok, you can take some of my time now,” she said smoothly, contradicting her racing heart. “If you would like that, that is.” Korra didn’t know it, but Tarrlok felt her rapid heartbeat, felt her blood pulsing quickly through her veins, and he shared a small smirk with himself, having his own private joke.
“I may have to take you up on that offer, Avatar Korra,” he said, stopping their spinning. The music conveniently ended at that point, allowing Tarrlok the opportunity to brush his lips over Korra’s fingers as they left their dancing stance. She watched him with hooded eyes, smirking slightly. With that, Tarrlok released her entirely, and began to make his way to the exit of the ballroom, towards the stairs the led to the floor where all the offices were. After a few moments, Korra followed him discreetly, not stopping to talk to anyone. She climbed the stairs swiftly, following the familiar path to Tarrlok’s office. She didn’t pass anyone on the way, and she was thankful for that. She didn’t trust her brain at that moment to make reasonable excuses for why she was wandering around the office area with flushed cheeks when she should be downstairs, socializing.
It was dark in the upstairs offices, which wasn’t really much of a surprise to Korra, considering how there were more exciting things downstairs - well, more exciting to other people, anyway. It didn’t take her long to find her way to Tarrlok’s office, the quiet sound of water urging her forward. She caught sight of Tarrlok standing outside his door, watching her cautiously. So he’s still feeling uncertain, I see, she thought to herself as she approached him with a smile. Returning her smile, he opened the door for her, bowing as he gestured for her to enter the room. Chuckling lightly, she entered the room, curtseying slightly as she passed him.
She then walked over to his desk, running her hand over the smooth wood, silently admiring the waterfall behind his desk as Tarrlok subtly locked the door behind them. “Have I ever told you that you have a really fantastic office?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips as she continued to examine the room. He smirked as he slowly approached the young Avatar.
“I believe you said something similar the last time that you were in here,” he said, stopping a few feet behind her. She turned around, biting her lip as she saw lust mixed with anxiety in his gaze.
“Did I? I suppose I also made some sort of comment about how you probably don’t deserve this nice of an office, and that the money would have been better spent elsewhere,” she said smoothly as she reached her hand out, running them along the buttons of his vest. He let out a barely audible hiss as he watched her with hooded eyes.
“Yes, I remember something like that as well,” he said, clasping his hands behind his back. “I must ask you, Avatar Korra, do you intend to make this a repeat of our last interaction in this office?” Korra remembered the feeling of his hands on her as he pressed her into the desk, groaning as she tugged at his bottom lip teasingly with her teeth. Tarrlok had managed to get her onto the desk and his hand partway up her shirt before a sharp knock was heard on the door.
“That, and more,” she said, teasingly plucking at his buttons before moving her hand up to undo his cravat. Tarrlok drew in a sharp breath, remembering a particular evening after a Task Force mission where they had agreed that what had happened in his office the week before should never happen again. They had shook hands on it, and then suddenly, Korra was pushing him to the ground, and not long after that, riding him into oblivion as he dug his fingers into her hips in desperation. “Besides, I believe that since you locked the door behind us, you have similar intentions.”
“Hmmm… perhaps I do,” he said slowly, bringing his hand up to cup Korra’s face. Slowly, he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers as he brought his other hand forward to grasp her hip. Korra smiled against his lips, pulling the cravat from around his neck before beginning to toy with the fastenings of his garments. Their lips moved together in a steady rhythm as Korra finally started to undo the buttons of his vest, followed by the clasps of his tunic. She let out a small gasp as Tarrlok undid the belt around her waist, slipping his hand up her top. He pulled back, raising an eyebrow at her. “You’re wearing a brassiere?” He asked, squeezing her breast through it. She flushed, pouting at him
“Is there some sort of problem with that, oh great and powerful councilman?” She asked, pulling his tunic open underneath his vest and coat. She couldn’t help but bite her lip as she saw his chest revealed to her. “When I got this dress, Pema insisted that I get something to shape my breasts a little bit better - or something like that.” He smirked at her, slipping his hand inside her brassiere, gripping her breast. She let out a moan, slipping her hand onto his chest.
“Your breasts are already wonderful as is,” he said huskily, pulling her shirt up to expose her chest. He groaned at the sight of her heaving chest before he dipped his head down, nibbling at her earlobe. “I appreciate the view, regardless.” Korra laughed lightly, pushing Tarrlok’s vest, tunic, and coat off of his shoulders, his cravat long forgotten on the floor.
“You’re a little bit of a dirty old man, aren’t you?” She asked, playfully curling her arms around his neck as he pulled away from her neck to frown at her.
“Old? I’m not that old,” he muttered, pulling Korra’s top off over her head. He reached behind her, fumbling with the hooks of her brassiere. He furrowed his brow, letting out a low growl. “I must admit that I much prefer wrappings to this silly garment,” he mumbled, turning her around so that he might be able to work better.
“Oh, why is that?” She asked, looking at the wall of water again, a pleasant feeling curling from her belly downwards as she saw their faint reflection in the water.
“I get to watch you twirl as I unwrap you, like a present.” His words drew a chuckle from Korra, and she couldn’t resist pressing her backside into Tarrlok’s erection. He let out a hiss at the contact, one of his hands abandoning his task to wrap around her hip, pulling her closer. “Spirits, Korra,” he breathed, pressing his forehead into her shoulder. She in turn leaned her head back onto his shoulder, arching her back.
“You see, Tarrlok, the benefit of the brassiere is that I get to press against you this way,” she said, turning her head to see his lips parted in arousal. “I can’t do that so easily if you’re twirling me around.” Tarrlok let out a low growl, pushing her down to the desk, her backside still pressed against his hips. She smirked, looking over her shoulder as he fumbled with the hooks, finally freeing her breasts from the brassiere as he slipped the undergarment over her shoulders. He pulled her back up again, pressing his lips to her neck as he ground his hips against her. He set one of his hands to the task of kneading her breast as he used to other to keep a firm grip on her hip. Korra was starting to moan under his ministrations, grinding herself against him roughly, her teeth clenched as he plucked and pulled at her nipples.
“My, my, you are all hot and bothered, aren’t you, Avatar Korra?” He said in amusement, causing her to make an irritated sound at him.
“Well, gee, I’m sorry that I happen to be aroused by your presence. I can’t exactly help it,” she growled, turning her head as she attempted to bite at his lips.
“I’m flattered that merely my company draws such reactions from you,” he said turning his head to brush his lips against the corner of her mouth. “Although I must admit that I’m curious to see just how wet you are.”
“You’re so gross sometimes, Tarrlok,” she moaned, taking her hands off of their resting place on Tarrlok’s hips to bunch her skirt up around her waist as she toed off her moccasins. Tarrlok let out a low laugh into her neck, sliding his hands around to her back to unclasp her skirt. She let out a frustrated growl, letting go of her skirt to allow Tarrlok to slide it off, along with her various undergarments. He let out an approving ‘hmm’ as he saw the garments slide down her body, exposing her bare buttocks to him.
“Very nice, Avatar Korra,” he said, giving her a squeeze.
“Shut up, Tarrlok,” she growled, turning around before taking a firm grip on one of his ponytails. “You talk too much.”
“I apologize,” he said, pushing her backwards until she was leaning against his desk. “You see, I am a politician, and we politicians are all about talking,” he said as he lifted her onto the empty desk, pushing her down until she was lying flat on her back. She smirked at him, pulling her down towards her by his ponytail.
“I’m serious, shut up,” she said, gasping as Tarrlok’s hand started wandering along her body, plucking at each of her nipples along the way. His fingers made their way to Korra’s core, sliding along her wet folds. She let out moan, bucking her hips up towards him. “Tarrlok, stop teasing,” she growled, half heartedly hitting him in the thigh with her foot. He jerked slightly at this, frowning at her before he quickly slid two fingers inside her, causing her to moan before kicking him again. “No, Tarrlok, stop teasing,” she said, her eyes pleading as she looked at him. He raised an eyebrow at her, smirking slightly.
“You really are all hot and bothered, Korra,” he chuckled, removing his fingers from inside her, setting them instead to the task of undoing his belt, followed by his pants. “Just how long have you been like this?” He asked, pulling his erection free from his trousers as Korra watched with hooded eyes.
“What did I say about the talking, Tarrlok?” She hissed as he positioned himself at her entrance, one hand holding her hip steady. She gripped the side of the desk with one hand, and Tarrlok’s shoulder with the other, bracing herself. “And if you’re genuinely curious, I’m always like this when you’re -” her sentence ended abruptly with a moan as he swiftly slid into her, a similar noise coming from his mouth.
“Oh, spirits,” he sighed, pausing in her for a moment as he felt the blood coursing through her veins, flowing underneath his hands. He gazed at her in awe for a moment, somehow surprised to have such a beautiful creature beneath him, her cheeks flushed as she painfully gripped his shoulder. He would have been happy to stand like that forever, admiring her, but Korra was growing impatient, and began to clench her walls on him, bucking up against him in irritation. He let out a moan, holding her hip more firmly as he began to rock against her, sliding in and out steadily. Korra smiled the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, throwing her head back as she moved her hips with his, letting out a strange mewling sound that caused a low chuckle to rumble in his throat before it turned into a groan. “You were saying something, Korra?” She tightened her hand on his shoulder, causing him to wince.
“Stop talking,” she said, clenching her walls around him again as he began kneading her breast. He was about to lean down to capture her nipple in his mouth when he stopped moving, hearing voices outside the door.
“Whose office is this again?” Tarrlok heard a young woman’s voice outside the door.
“Councilman Tarrlok. Wait until you see it, he’s got this really incredible waterfall behind his desk.” Now that voice he recognized. He had heard it many times on accident while listening to the radio after a Probending match that Korra had been playing in. Bolin. He looked down at Korra, who was staring at him, her brow furrowed. Tarrlok smirked at her, slowly bringing his thumb up to his mouth, wetting it. Eyes widening as she realized what he was about to do, she shook her head, but he didn’t acknowledge her as he lowered his thumb to where they were joined, his thumb hovering over her clit. “I snuck in here last time, but he didn’t seem to notice. I didn’t take anything, you know, just in case you were wondering.” She had opened her mouth to whisper something angrily at him when he began rubbing her, and instead she threw her head back, mouth agape. The doorknob turned, and Tarrlok briefly glanced over his shoulder before turning back to Korra, enjoying the sight of her writhing beneath him. “Damn, it’s locked.” He had to stop himself from thrusting again as she writhed beneath him.
She let out the quietest of mewls as he rolled his hips, rubbing against a sweet spot deep inside her. “Hey, can I have one of your hairpins?” Korra looked up at him in alarm, but he simply raised a finger to his lips, his rubbing getting faster.
“Oh, um… I don’t know, maybe we should just go…” Korra bit back a moan as her cheeks flushed, beginning to reach her peak.
“Come on, it’ll only take a second. No one’s going to come around here anyway, they’re all busy downstairs.” Her breathing was heavy as he rubbed harder, watching her every movement.
“Okay, if you say so, Bolin.” Suddenly, Korra’s back arched off the desk as her other hand flew to Tarrlok’s shoulder, clinging to him as she came, her hips rocking against his still. As she slowly relaxed down onto the table, Tarrlok pulled out of her, pulling his trousers up around his waist as he walked over to the door, smirking to himself. He quickly fastened his pants before he unlocked the door, opening it just enough to see Bolin crouching down, holding a hairpin in his hand. The young man stared at him in shock as Tarrlok glanced at the girl accompanying him, her hands clasped to her mouth in shock. He returned his gaze to Bolin, smiling at him.
“Good evening, sir,” he said smoothly, acting as if he weren’t half naked, his hair clearly disheveled from sexual activities, and with a hard bulge clearly showing in his trousers. “Bolin, yes?” He asked as Bolin leapt to his feet, bowing to the councilman.
“Good evening, Councilman Tarrlok,” he said quickly, blushing. “Y-yes, I’m Bolin, a f-friend of Korra’s,” he stammered, having a hard time keeping eye contact.
“Ah, yes, you’re a member of the Fireferrets, aren’t you?” He asked, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned on the doorframe. He could hear Korra sighing contently inside of his office, and he had to close his eyes in rapture briefly before continuing. “You’re the Earthbender, I believe.”
“Y-yes sir, I’m the Earthbender,” Bolin replied nervously, suddenly realizing the incriminating hairpin in his hand. He moved to put it in his pocket, but Tarrlok interrupted him.
“I believe that hairpin belongs to your lady friend, Bolin,” he said smoothly, keeping his gaze on the Earthbender. Bolin’s eyes widened, and he sheepishly brought the pin forward again, handing it to the girl that was with him.
“Err, if you would excuse us, Councilman, sir, we need to get back to the party,” Bolin said lamely, staring at the ground.
“Of course,” Tarrlok said, nodding to him. Bolin smiled awkwardly before he turned to walk away. “Actually, if you wouldn’t mind waiting another moment, I would appreciate it.” The councilman’s words stopped Bolin dead in his tracks. “Now, I am flattered that you like the decorating of my office,” he began, and Bolin swallowed nervously, his eyes wide. “But please remember in the future that I will not hesitate to have you arrested if I find that you have been trying to break into my office.” Bolin let out a small, dismal sound, his body tense. “Please note that I am letting you go tonight, simply because I don’t want reporters coming around, inquiring about the identity of the lovely lady whom I have so thoroughly ravished.” He heard a snort from his office, and he couldn’t hold back the smallest of smirks. “Do we understand each other, Bolin?” Bolin nodded, looking at the ground again.
“Yes, Councilman Tarrlok,” he said, glancing at his companion who was staring at him nervously.
“Very good. Please, carry on,” he said with a smile before promptly stepping back into his office, slamming the door. He smirked with satisfaction at the yelp that he heard on the other side of the door. Flicking the lock again, he turned to Korra, who was smiling at him wickedly.
“You’re evil, Tarrlok,” she said, watching him as he began walking towards her.
“Once again, I’m flattered, Avatar Korra. Now, remind me,” he said huskily as he stopped before her, parting her thighs. “Where exactly were we?”
Tarrlok and Korra both had smug smirks on their faces as they reentered the main ballroom separately. They stayed separate for a while, but before too long, Korra was standing by the councilman’s side as he spoke with Hiroshi Sato. Bolin had been standing, chatting with Mako near the group, and when he looked up, he caught Tarrlok’s eye. Bolin nodded, his cheeks flushed, and when he noticed the possessive hand on the small of Korra’s back, Tarrlok raised a finger to his lips, his message very clear to Bolin. A feeling of shock coursing through him, Bolin looked back to his brother, and tried to keep up a steady conversation, but all he could see was the look on Tarrlok’s face as he subtly held the Avatar.
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