It happened during sparring.

The sun beat down on the courtyard stones. Your fists blazed with fire, Korra’s palms slick with water and sweat. Every hit was loud—your fire clashing with her mist, her kicks slamming into your guard. The two of you were locked in a steamy dance, every movement filled with more tension than actual aggression.

Then it happened.

She slipped past your guard, charged you low—and tackled you straight to the ground with a loud THUD.

“HAH! Gotcha!” she huffed, straddling your waist, grinning ear to ear.

And that’s when things… changed.

She didn’t move.

Didn’t get off.

Her thick thighs were clenched around your hips, her heavy chest heaving from the fight—her sports wrap soaked and clinging to every curve. Her lower body shifted slightly… then again. She gasped.

And moaned.

Loudly.

“K-Korra?”

She froze.

But didn’t get up.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, her body shuddering against yours, hips pressing down ever so slightly again.

“Nngh—s-sorry, I… didn’t mean to—mmph…” she whimpered, biting her lip as her thighs instinctively squeezed. Her thick rear pressed tighter to your waist, her moans growing softer but no less needy.

You weren’t sure if this was still training or something far, far sweatier.

Her hair clung to her face, her voice high and breathy now, almost panicked. “I—I’m not doing it on purpose! It’s just—when I’m on you like this—I feel… nghh—warm…”

And then she looked down at you—eyes dazed, mouth slightly open, sweat trailing down her throat.

A second moan escaped her, loud and helpless. “You feel too good…”

Behind you, a door slammed open.

Tenzin.

“KORRA. OFF. NOW.”

You both froze. Korra let out a final helpless whimper and flopped forward, burying her face in your chest like she could disappear.

“…I hate him,” she mumbled into your shirt.