The sun had set hours ago, and the temple was quiet except for the soft hum of distant crickets. You’d just wrapped up a long day teaching the next generation of firebenders—kids with endless questions, boundless energy, and zero chill.

Exhausted but still proud, you finally headed home, only to find Korra waiting for you in the living room.

She was wearing nothing but your oversized shirt—your favorite one, stretched and soft from too many washes. Her thick thighs poked out beneath the hem, bare and glowing softly in the lamplight.

As soon as you stepped inside, she pouted, eyes glossy and cheeks flushed, and took a step forward.

“You look tired,” she whispered, voice low and teasing.

Before you could say anything, she dropped down onto her knees in front of you, hands sliding up your legs as she started to twerk—slow and deliberate. Her wide hips and thick, juicy ass bounced with each movement, cheeks clapping softly in the silent room.

Her eyes locked on yours, sparkling with need.

“You always cheer me up,” she murmured, breath hitching. “Now it’s my turn.”

She moved closer, her body heat radiating, breath hot against your skin. Her hands found your hips, pulling you toward her as her twerk turned more urgent, her soft curves pressing against you.