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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Avatar:_Legend_of_Korra
  Relationship:
      Bolin/Korra_(Avatar)
  Character:
      Bolin_(Avatar), Korra_(Avatar)
  Additional Tags:
      Friendship_to_Lovers, friends_-_Freeform, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-03 Words: 4087
****** The Virginity Pact ******
by sngsngsnyrslp
Summary
     Four years ago Bolin and Korra made a pact that if they were still
     virgins by the age of seventeen they would lose their virginities to
     each other.
            His virginity. It seemed to be the only thing on his mind lately/
since he realized girls were more than just beings that were drawn to his moody
older brother.
            They were thirteen when they came to the agreement in her backyard,
the summer was stiflingly hot, and he could still remember how his heart
pounded against the thin cotton of his t-shirt that stuck to his shoulder
blades. Her eyes were the same bright turquoise, shining right along with the
lightning bugs that surrounded them. Her tanned arm had come up toward his, her
thin pinky wrapping around his own, he brought their linked hands up, following
her lead and kissing his closed fist, watching her lips do the same.
            That was it and then it was never mentioned again. Not once in the
past four years, but Bolin thought of it often, more so now that the day
proposed day was so close. He’d thought of it when he was kissing his last
girlfriend, her pale clammy hands reaching to pull his shirt off of his body.
He thought of Korra, wondering how her skin would feel underneath his
fingertips and what sounds she would make. He knew her hands weren’t clammy.
The calluses on the tips of her fingertips had run along his arm too many times
for him to not know exactly what her hands felt like.
            It was sweltering hot in the small apartment his brother and he
called their own. His t-shirt was sticking to his now broader shoulder blades
and there were still so many preparations that he had to make, if she even
remembered the promise they had made to each other or if it even applied
anymore.
            When they both turned seventeen (though her birthday was seven
months before his), if they were both virgins then it would still happen.
            There were noises coming from the fire escape, but he shook them
away. The fire escape was shared and he lived in the city. If there weren’t
noises coming in from the open window then he had a reason to worry.
            “Hey,” her hair was damp from a recent shower, clinging to the nape
of her neck, as she poked her head through his door. “Who knew that climbing a
fire escape would be so hard to do in a dress?”
            He gaped at her and his heart began to slam against his ribcage.
“What are you doing here?” his voice caught in his throat. Hope fluttered in
his chest, but he stifled it. There was a good chance she was just popping in.
            Her skin flushed, from her cheeks to the top of her chest. “Please
don’t tell me that you forgot.” She ran a hand through her hair, sighing before
sitting at his desk. “It was four years ago? There was a pinky promise
involved? Is any of this ringing any bells?” She rolled the chair toward his
bed, making sure to keep her knees together. Even if Bolin didn’t know Korra,
it would’ve been obvious to him that she was not accustomed to wearing dresses.
But for some reason, a half-hour before his birthday she was here in his
bedroom wearing a very flattering sundress.
            Bolin nodded, his throat dry and his hands fisting into the thin
sheet that covered his lower half. “O-Of course I remember.” He moved forward,
climbing out of bed to clean up his slightly messy room. Girls didn’t imagine
losing their virginities in rooms with dirty boxers on the floor. “But can you
just turn around so I can clean up?” He muttered underneath his breath that she
could’ve warned him.
            The chair swiveled around. “Am I supposed to cover my eyes too?”
            Bolin scoffed, accustomed to Korra’s sarcastic nature. “It wouldn’t
hurt.” He’d been imagining this moment in his mind for months; hell, years if
he was honest with himself and not in one of those dreams did she surprise him
like this.
            He kicked his dirty clothes underneath the bed, searching for the
bag of candles and condoms he had bought last week in preparation for this very
moment. He scrambled to light the candles, spreading them at different points
around the room. It was a small gesture, but it was one of the only ones he
could afford other than the mix he had made for this precise moment, which had
been tweaked over and over again to perfection.
            “Okay, okay, you can turn around.” Bolin wiped his sweaty hands
onto his shorts. Girls did not want to lose their virginities to guys with
gross hands.
            The chair Korra was sitting in swiveled around, her hands still
over her eyes. “But can I look now?”
            “Yeah, yeah, but no laughing.”
            “Why would I laugh-“ she cut herself off, staring at the dozen
candles or so scattered across his room.
            Bolin watched her eyes flicker back and forth from candle to
candle, the small flames reflecting in her eyes. “I just, well I wanted this to
be perfect.” He avoided her eyes for a few moments, but it wasn’t working. His
heart was beating out of his chest and he couldn’t find the right words. It
didn’t look this hard in the movies. She was his best friend in the entire
world, it shouldn’t be hard to look at her or speak to her. He ran his toe over
the carpet underneath his feet. “So how should we do this?”
            Korra stayed silent and when he looked up she was standing in front
of him, a smirk pulling the left side of her mouth upward.
            “What?”
            She shook her head, laughing to herself before grabbing him by the
front of his shirt, pulling him toward her to press her lips to his. He was
stiff against her, his mouth unmoving and his arms hanging limp at his sides.
Korra sighed, taking his bottom lip into her mouth, her teeth running over it.
This was never going to work if he didn’t loosen up. Her arms wrapped around
his neck, the tips of her fingers tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck.
Wake up. Wake up and kiss me back.
           Her stomach dropped and she feared that he didn’t like kissing her.
            His arms woke up first, one arm wrapping around her waist, while
the other clutched at the skirt of her dress. Korra tugged on his bottom lip,
swallowing the groan that escaped that fell into her mouth. She’d been scared
that it would feel like kissing a brother, who didn’t exist, but it didn’t. His
lips were soft and plush and felt exactly how they looked and though she
wouldn’t admit it, she sometimes caught herself watching the way they moved,
they way they twisted when he was deep in thought and stretched wide when he
grinned.
            Bolin pulled her closer to him, attempting to walk them backwards
toward the bed, but he misstepped and the backs of his knees hit the edge of
the bed far sooner than he expected and he hit his head on the wall.
            “Ugh. Fuck. That was not smooth at all.”
            Korra grinned, pressing her mouth to the dip between his
collarbones. “Maybe we should put on some music. Mako busting in here to
preserve your innocence would really put a damper on the whole night.”
            Bolin laughed at the thought. He would not put it past his
overprotective older brother. He gave a quick peck to her nose before finding
his way across the room toward the small stereo he’d had since he was fourteen.
The mix was already inside in preparation for this very moment.
            It was a blend of songs that might help him keep pace (he was
realistic with himself and the stories of jackrabbit speeds and premature
ejaculation were terrifying) and aid in the ambiance. Bolin had made it his
mission to set the right mood.
            He crawled into the bed beside her, lifting her until she was
settled above him. The smile on her face was contagious and it was unbelievable
how beautiful she looked hovering over him. “Less looking more kissing.” Her
lips caught his. She ground her hips into his. It was her mission to force as
many of those sounds out of his mouth as possible. They were like a drug and
Korra was already hooked.
            The grinding of her hips had the expected effect and Bolin’s hands
found their way onto her thighs, right below her ass, but well underneath the
skirt of her dress.
            She spoke between kisses. “You,” kiss “should” kiss “take” kiss
“off” kiss “your” kiss “shirt.” His chest was hard underneath hers and she was
just dying to see if Bolin had grown out of his prepubescent pudgy phase, and
though the proof was there, a visual wouldn’t hurt.
            His arms reached behind his head for the material of his thin t-
shirt, pulling it over his head before tossing it across the room. “You are so
fucking beautiful,” he murmured before licking his way into her mouth, while
his hands rose higher until they were cupping her bottom.
            He moaned into her mouth. She grinned through the kiss. No one had
ever made her feel as wanted as Bolin was doing so right now. All the noises he
was making were driving her wild along with his hard body underneath her hands.
He had definitely grown out of that phase. There wasn’t an ounce of fat left on
him.
            She could feel him hard against her thigh and she quickly pulled
away. “I was reading that you might finish-“
            “Yeah I don’t doubt that at all.” He kissed her, grinning, before
realizing the depth of her words. “Oh.”
            “Asami told me that-“
            “You told Asami?” His thick eyebrows came together. Asami would
definitely tell Mako.   
            She put her hand on his chest. “No, well yes. I mean I didn’t tell
her about the deal, but I did ask her a lot of questions so I’m pretty sure she
thinks I’m going to have sex within the next few days.”
            “Oh. So what,” he moved a piece of her hair behind her ear, “What
did she tell you that could maybe fix that?”
            “I think I can show you.” Korra’s hands lifted her dress over her
head, while tossing the navy blue fabric in the direction Bolin threw his.
            His eyes widened. There was so much tanned skin on display and she
was wearing some of the laciest, tiniest panties he’d ever seen in his life and
though he knew her breasts were amazing, they were indescribable encased in a
matching just as lacy and barely there bra. “You are-I am the luckiest guy in
the entire world.”
            Korra pressed her lips to his, grabbing one of his hands to place
onto her breast. She ground against his hips before pulling away. Her lips
moved away from his, sliding along his jaw line, over his throat before she
sucked at the sensitive skin. Bolin’s Adam’s apple jumped underneath her lips.
She pulled away, her eyes moving over the darkened spot where her mouth had
been. The mark was dark and she was left feeling satisfied with her work. Her
mouth slid down his chest, following his happy trail until she came into
contact with his gym shorts. She looked up, finding his eyes. He was breathing
hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Can I?” He nodded quickly and
lifted his hips for her to pull the shorts, along with his boxers down his
muscular legs.            
            It was darker then the rest of his skin, deliciously pink, and she
though she hadn’t seen any other ones in the flesh, she thought it was
beautiful. The skin was so smooth and it made her hand seem so dainty. He
moaned when she pumped him, slowly bringing her fist up toward the head before
bringing it back down. There was a drop of precum dripping down the edge.
Before she realized, her tongue was already sliding across the slit to lick it
off.
            He made the best noises; they were just so encouraging as was the
hand that had drifted into her hair. She bobbed her head, though her gag reflex
didn’t allow her to take all of him into her mouth. Gagging was not cute, but
she tried her best.
            She’d never heard Bolin swear so much. It didn’t take long (as
Asami predicted) before he was spilling into her mouth. The taste was bitter,
but the look on his face made it worthwhile. With heavy-lidded eyes he moved
her back up toward the head of the bed. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, kissing
her. Asami had warned her about guys who refused to kiss after and she was
pleased that Bolin wasn’t one of them. His fingers threaded through her hair
while his free hand reached behind her undoing the clasps of her bra. He ducked
down to press a kiss to her shoulder before pulling her bra strap down her
slender arms. He did the same to the opposite shoulder.     
            Kisses were scattered across her chest until he took her perfect
brown nipple into his mouth. The breast that was left unattended was getting
attention from his hand, cupping the malleable flesh. His tongue slid along her
areola, edging around her nipple. He switched breasts, giving the same
attention to the other one. He captured her lips, his tongue sliding back
inside. Though he was nervous, he kept his hand from shaking as it slid down
the dip of her waist along her wide hips, his finger hooking into her panties,
pulling them down underneath her knees.
            He ducked his head down, his breath hot against her chest. The tips
of his fingers were edging at her hipbone, but he couldn’t make the next move.
            “It’s okay Bolin.”
            Their eyes met, bright blue to green. “I just want this to be
perfect.”
            “It’s not going to be.” The hurt showed in his eyes and she grabbed
his face, bringing his lips to hers. “We’re virgins, Bolin. You should cut us
some slack.”
            “But I’ve done this before.”
            “Wait what?”
            Bolin shook his head, his dark waves falling into his face. “No, I
mean I’ve never had sex before, but-“
            “But you’ve gone further than just kissing.”
            “Yeah.”
            “Well, how far?” They probably should’ve had this conversation
before they were both in the nude, his flaccid dick lying against her thigh,
but it was happening regardless.
            “Kind of third base.”
            “Kind of?”
            “I’ve uhm y’know, fingered a girl.” He spoke the last half of the
sentence in a small voice, his eyes focusing on her hair fanned out on his
pillow.
            “Oh.” She ran her hand through her hair. “Then why are you so
nervous?”
            “You’re Korra.”
            “Yes I am.”
            “Let me finish. You’re Korra, my best friend in the entire world
and I would hate if your first time was ruined because of me.”
            “So you think you’re going to ruin it?”
            The silence was answer enough.
            “You’re my best friend and how could having sex for the first time
with someone who loves and respects me be bad?” She kissed the edge of his
mouth before continuing. “It’s not going to be perfect, nothing ever is, but
you make me feel so beautiful and so wanted like no one ever has. You’re
attentive and so romantic. Just look at this room.” She pushed back his hair,
smiling when his one rogue curl fell back onto his forehead. “I don’t want to
lose my virginity to anyone but you, okay? So you need to just get over this
because we’re both learning.”
            He nodded, taking her lips. She was right. Korra was here, lying
naked and beautiful on his olive jersey sheets and there was no way that he was
going to fuck this up. A moan fell into his mouth when one hand grabbed her
breast, while the other moved down her stomach sliding down to the place
between her legs. He dipped one finger between her folds, if she had never done
this before he was going to take it as slowly as possible.
            “Oh fuck,” he dropped his head, resting his forehead against her
chin. She was so wet. The only other girl he’d ever been at this stage with
before wasn’t half as aroused as apparently Korra was. It helped ease any of
his doubts. Korra was just as turned on as he was. The evidence was right
there, coating his fingertips. He slipped his middle finger into her to the
first knuckle. She let out of breathy whimper, her eyes shut tight, her breasts
rising and falling with her deep breaths. He pressed a kiss to each closed
eyelid, before kissing down her neck, between her breasts until he finally
reached her folds. He kissed her pubic bone and spread her legs, peppering
kisses along her thighs. His hands were shaking, but he tried to focus on the
bronzed skin stretched out before him.
            A hand ran through his hair, pushing his sweaty hair back. The
comforting gesture gave him all the confidence he needed and he pressed
forward, separating her lips with his index and middle finger before gliding
his tongue along her slit. He only had a vague idea what he was doing, but
judging from the pleased sighs coming from Korra’s lips she did not mind his
inexperienced exploring one bit. He slid another finger inside her, drawing the
wet fingers back and forth, inside then outside of her, all while his tongue
slid over her clit. She groaned out his name, her fingers grasping his hair.
Her wetness was falling over his chin and coating his hand. He was three
fingers in when he curved his fingers accidentally while trying to adjust
himself at the foot of his bed.
            “Right there, oh shit, Bo.” He moved quicker, sliding his tongue
back and forth as quickly as possible while pumping inside of her at a similar
tempo. He could feel it happening before it did. He watched her back arch off
of the bed and her thighs tense before relaxing. “I think I just died.”
            Bolin crawled over her, pressing a kiss to her lips before resting
his head on his hand. His eyes moved over her body. He had caused her to come
undone so completely. She was panting, her hand drawn over her eyes.
            “Oh God, you’re a machine,” she sat up onto her elbows, staring
down at his erect dick.
            Bolin had the decency to blush. “Well, I’m a seventeen year old boy
and I just made a very beautiful girl orgasm.”
            She fell back onto the bed. “At least give me a few minutes to
recover.”
            The green-eyed teenager fell back alongside her, gliding his
fingers along her stomach. “Korra?” One blue eye opened up at her name. “Can we
kiss while you recover?”
            A grin was her only response.
            Bolin slid his lips along hers, reveling in her smooth lips. He
adjusted himself so he was just above her, his hands coming to either side of
her waist. Every part of her was a place to be discovered. It was his goal to
kiss and touch every part of her. There wouldn’t be one inch of her that he
hadn’t explored. His lips trailed along her jaw line toward her ear. Her skin
tasted of sweat and smelled of the oatmeal and honey body wash he’d seen in her
bathroom the last time he had visited. His tongue slid over the hole in her ear
that was rarely ever filled with earrings and he took her earlobe into his
mouth, teeth scraping against it as the skin fell from his lips. His tongue
followed the curves and dips of her left ear. In his exploratory reading he’d
read that ears were erogenous zones and really sensitive for some people.
            Korra ran her fingers up and down his spine. This was not supposed
to feel this good. It was just her ear. But moans were falling from her lips
anyway.
            “Are you sure that this is your first time?” she teased.
            Bolin grinned into her skin. “You’re not the only one who did
research.”
            “I hope you deleted that search history or you will have a lot of
explaining to do.”
            Silence fell between them, just kisses pressed to any and all
available skin between them.
            “I think I’m ready.”
            Bolin looked up, resting on his forearms. “You think or you know?”
            “I know.”
            His fingers followed the edge of her face. “You sure?”
            “Are you?”
            “More than anything else in my entire life.”
            “Let me just-“ Korra nodded, taking deep breaths, her eyes closed.
The familiar weight returned and she opened her eyes to find green ones smiling
back at her. He grabbed the condom, tearing the foil and rolling it onto his
length, while fighting the tremor in his hands.
            Her hands were on his face, drawing his mouth to hers. “I love
you,” her lips moved against his with each word.
            “I love you too,” he answered immediately. He couldn’t pinpoint
exactly how he was feeling or decipher exactly the meaning behind the sentiment
on either side, but he was drowning in Korra as he led himself inside of her.
            Her grip tightened on his biceps with each movement. Slow,
everything he had read had said to take it slow. He pressed a tight-lipped kiss
to the edge of her mouth. She was so tight around him. He fought back a groan.
When their hips were flush against each other, Bolin pressed his forehead to
her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
            She adjusted her hips, and the moan he had suppressed tumbled out
of his mouth.
            “Alright, I think you can move, but kiss me while you do it.”
            Bolin didn’t see a problem with that, he dipped his head down to
capture her lips, while he drew himself almost completely out of her. He
swallowed her gasp, slowly bringing himself back in. “Oh fuck,” he murmured
against her lips.
            She dipped her head down, wanting to taste his skin again. She
could taste the sandalwood and perspiration on his skin.
            She ached, but it was manageable and it was starting to feel much
better, something akin to pleasure.
            Though she was sure he was lasting far longer than he would have if
it hadn’t been for the blowjob beforehand, she could feel him slipping. His
tempo was faltering, more erratic and his breathing was far less controlled as
it had been at the start.
            She wrapped her legs around him, taking him deeper inside of her.
He murmured curses into her neck before he finished.
            “That was-woah.”
            Korra nodded, burying her face into his chest. She loved the
feeling of his strong arms around her waist, as if he wanted her as close to
him as humanly possible. It would be so easy to fall asleep in his arms.
xx
             The mix he had put on was still playing when she awoke. She rolled
over burying her face into Bolin’s neck. It was so hot, her skin was sticking
to his, and the fan in the corner was not doing a good enough job.
            Her favorite song filled the room, the singer’s voice gliding
through the air and into her ears. She sat up, her eyes focusing in on Bolin’s
sleeping face.
            It was a passing comment said during a long night years ago. “This
song is so beautiful. It’s the only love song worth anything.” She’d thought no
one had been listening to her, hearing but not listening.
            In his sleep, Bolin pulled her against him, his hands wrapped
around her waist and his face resting against her neck. “It’s one of my
favorites.”
            “I know. Go back to sleep. We still have a few hours before Mako
bursts in here to wish me a happy birthday.”
            In the morning Bolin had drawn her against him, pressing his lips
to hers over and over again. It had started as a his gift, seventeen kisses,
but after seven he had lost count, the kisses growing deeper as he pressed her
against the wall beside the window she was to leave through.
            “I love you,” he caught her lips once more.
            She responded in between kisses. “I love you too.” This time they
were both completely sure of their feelings. This had developed into more than
a promise shared years ago.            
 
 
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