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Suna Rintarou hates Akaashi Keiji. Okay, maybe that’s not true but it feels like it. Rin seethes while she watches Akaashi—in her stupid low rise jeans jump in excitement every time her boyfriend scores a point.
Stupid pretty face, framed by her stupidly large glasses, and her silky black hair. It’s stupid. Rin knows she’s too old to yearn for a straight girl. Especially Miss goddamn Americana. But she’s impossible to ignore. Something about Akaashi is enchanting.
Sick to her stomach, Rin exits the gymnasium and finds the Onigiri Miya stand. Her one sanctuary from this madness. The stand is closed, since the game is ending but Rin’s never let that stop her before, she climbs over the counter and finds Osamu taking stock of the leftovers.
“Ya know one of these days I’m gonna have you removed for trespassin’” Osamu mutters, he doesn’t bother to look up.
Rin shrugs and takes a leftover onigiri, plucking it in her mouth. “We both know you love me too much to do that.”
“Sure” Osamu snorts, “the game ain’t over yet. What are ya doin’ here?”
Rin shrugs and pulls herself onto the counter, kicking her feet. She doesn’t want to complain about Akaashi again to Osamu. He always has the same advice, and frankly she’s not in the mood to hear it.
As if on cue, Akaashi sheepishly approaches the stand. Rin has to suppress a gag.
“Miya-sama I know you’re closed but is there any way I could get an onigri?” Akaashi asks, her saccharine sweet tone makes Rin angry. She wants to smash Akaashi’s stupid teeth in.
Akaashi’s even prettier up close, her MSBY crop top and low rise jeans show off her hip bones, almond green eyes you could get lost in, her lips are pressed into a pretty pout. Why is she so fucking pretty?
Osamu shoots Rin a knowing look before responding to Akaashi, “sorry, the leftovers have already been thrown out.”
Akaashi bows and mutters a thanks before heading back to the stadium. Rin glares at her back and angrily stuffs the rest of her snack in her face.
“Ya know. I still don’t know why ya hate her so much” Osamu comments.
“Of course you wouldn’t, you’re a man and think with your dick” Rin snaps back.
“I think she’s a nice girl” Osamu shrugs, “maybe ya should take some notes.”
“Of course she’s nice. All she has to do is bat her eyelashes and everyone will fawn over her.”
“So yer issue is she’s pretty?”
“My issue is—“ Rin cuts herself off. She doesn’t have to explain this to Osamu. Fuck him for even asking. “I don’t have to explain this to you” she grumbles, uncaring if she’s being immature. She storms out of the stand and heads home. She fucking hates Akaashi Keiji.
Without volleyball Rin thinks she would’ve become a stalker. Her obsession with Akaashi Keiji borders on unhealthy. She’s had to limit herself to checking Akaashi’s instagram page only once a week. Okay…maybe it’s not bordering on unhealthy but she can’t help herself.
Everything about Akaashi is so goddamn perfect. From being vice captain as a second year, to becoming captain, to dating one of Japan’s most beloved volleyball players, to working at one of the most prestigious publishing firms. It’s not fair—it’s like the universe handed Akaashi everything on a platter.
Rin channels all her anger and frustration into volleyball. Intense practices that keep her mind busy from Akaashi. Every time she spikes a ball she imagines it’s Akaashi’s perfectly pretty face, and hits it with all her might.
Rin pushes thoughts of Akaashi to the crevices of her mind and focuses on improving in volleyball. She pushes herself more, more, and more until she can’t go any further. As long as she doesn’t break—she’ll be alright.
Rin finds herself in a familiar scene. Akaashi Keiji is at a Jackals game in her stupid low rise jeans, cheering obnoxiously for her boyfriend with her two friends. She wills herself to pay attention to the game—she comes to these matches to support Atsumu after all, but her attention is constantly drawn to the trio. Specifically Akaashi Keiji. How is it Rin always finds herself sitting in the same section as her?
She tries to focus on the game, but finds her focus drifting to Akaashi and co. Rin remembers them, she’d played against Kozume Kenma once. Nekoma’s a strong team and it was surprisingly difficult to beat them. Kuroo on the other hand, grew up playing boys volleyball, but in university discovered she isn’t a boy. The two have been dating for a year (according to their Instagram).
And yeah…maybe it’s a little creepy that Rin knows so much about Akaashi’s friend. But everything she knows about them is public knowledge! It's necessary she knows so she can plot Akaashi’s downfall.
Rin begrudgingly watches the rest of the game, and tries to keep her eyes away from low-rise jeans.
Rin nurses her drink at the bar. She likes this place, it’s in the heart of a blue collar neighborhood, the only people who patronize are factory workers. Too tired and wrapped up in their own lives to bother her. Gingerly she sips on her drink, technically she’s not supposed to have any alcohol during the season. But one rum and coke won’t kill her.
It’s been a month since she’s seen Akaashi, low rise jeans suspiciously absent from the Jackals matches. Not that it bothers Rin. Akaashi can go to hell for all she cares. She shakes her head, trying to remove all thoughts of Akaashi. She’ll finish her drink and go home. She won’t check Akaashi’s Instagram, and she definitely won’t go to the MSBY forums to see what fans think happened to her.
No, she’ll go to bed like a good girl and forget Akaashi Keiji ever existed.
Rin’s attention is grabbed by the sound of a stool scrapping next to her. She looks at the offender, ready to tell them to fuck off but is met with green eyes and silky black hair. What the fuck is she doing here?
Rin goes to this dive specifically because it’s out of the way. Shouldn’t Akaashi be at some fancy lounge with her idiotic jock boyfriend? Why is she here? Rin grimaces and takes a long sip of her drink. If Akaashi wants to disturb her peace, she’s going to suffer too.
“Can I have a tequila soda please?” Akaashi asks, her voice light, “and make it a double.”
Oh? Well that’s interesting. A tequila soda seems to be par for the course for Akaashi’s type, but a double? On a Wednesday night? Maybe she’s not as straight-laced as Rin thought.
“It’s nice to see you, Suna-san” Akaashi’s greeting is polite, as usual. Rin hums in acknowledgement, despite her instincts, she decides to take the bait.
“You as well. Though, this doesn’t really seem like your scene.”
Akaashi’s face flushes red and she accepts the drink from the bartender, she takes a small sip and slightly recoils at the foul taste of cheap liquor. Rin chuckles at her discomfort.
“Ah, I had a meeting with a client and he asked to see me in this part of town.” Akaashi explains, “of course…it didn’t go well. He has great ideas but doesn’t know how to hone them. And being a woman in this field—they don’t take you seriously.” Akaashi cuts herself off when she realizes she’s spoken a bit too much. “Sorry for dumping all this on you, I just….” she trails off, “men suck.”
“Hey, I’ll drink to that” Rin tips her cup towards Akaashi before drinking, Akaashi does the same. The two make small talk while the nurse their drinks, to Rin’s surprise Akaashi orders another round for herself. She wonders if she can handle her liquor.
By Akaashi’s third drink she’s more loose-lipped. Not drunk per say (surprisingly she can hold her liquor) but she’s considerably tipsy. Rin likes Akaashi when she’s like this, not trying to put on a front of perfection for an audience, but instead speaking without abandon without concern.
“How did you know you liked girls?” Akaashi blurts out, too loud for the quiet hum of a bar on a Wednesday night. A few patrons turn their way but Akaashi doesn’t notice, her green eyes locked onto Rin.
“Why?” Rin asks.
Akaashi shrugs, “I’m just wondering.” She’s a bad liar, the words come out too fast and she quickly averts her gaze from Rin’s own. But Rin’s curious so she’ll bite.
“It took me a while” Rin starts, “I always gravitated towards girls and thought they were pretty but everyone brushed it off as normal kid stuff. I figured I’d grow out of it. But you know that scene in Aladdin where Jasmine has to seduce Jafar?” Akaashi nods in earnest, it makes Rin want to vomit. She’s such a fucking girl scout.
“Well I kept rewinding the VHS over and over again, to see her in that little red outfit specifically—I was probably eight.” Rin chuckles at the memory, “but it wasn’t till I was 13 that I realized dating girls was an option.
A friend invited me to her aunt’s wedding and imagine my surprise when I saw there were two brides. After that I identified as bisexual, queer, sapphic, and whatever vague label I could get my hands on that still implied I was attracted to men.
It wasn’t till I was 17 and had a failed hookup with Osamu I realized men weren’t an option for me and I’m just a big old stinkin’ lesbian.”
Rin’s not sure why she told Akaashi all this, she could’ve condensed the story significantly, but something told her Akaashi needed to hear the whole thing. Akaashi looks at her, hooked onto every word and nods, she blinks a few times before she stares at her drink.
“Koutarou and I are taking a break” she admits.
Rin raises an eyebrow, she was not expecting that.
“I really love him but he thinks I should take some time to get to know myself before making a commitment. He’s scared I’m with him because I’m expected to and not because I want to.”
“Do you want to be with him?” Rin asks, her voice quiet. She desperately wants Akaashi to say no, wants to see her picture perfect life shatter into a million pieces, wants her to feel any form of grief. It’s easier to tell herself that than the truth—she wants to fuck Akaashi and is mad she can’t have her.
“I mean…yeah? He was my first everything and he’s the sweetest man I’ve met. He’s handsome and kind and funny, shouldn’t I want to spend the rest of my life with him?”
“Do you want to?” Rin offers.
“I…I don’t know” Akaashi blinks away a few tears. “I was wondering if you could help me.”
Ah. There it is. The final nail in the coffin. Akaashi Keiji is a straight girl after all, Rin downs the rest of her drink and wrinkles her nose, she grabs her leather jacket and pushes herself off the stool.
“I’m not interested in being a straight girl’s experiment” she grumbles, her tone harsher than intended. She leaves the bar without looking back. Rin’s not sure what she expected, of course Akaashi wouldn’t be interested in her. She’s the type of girl who kisses her friends when drunk but goes home to her boyfriend.
Footsteps follow behind her but Rin doesn’t bother looking back. She doesn’t want Akaashi’s apologies, it’s best if she goes home and forgets this ever happened. Rin’s wrist is grabbed and she stops for a millisecond, she doesn’t bother turning around but her hesitation is enough. Akaashi rushes to stand in front of her, cheeks slightly pink and a light sheen of sweat from her attempts to keep up with her.
“I don’t want to experiment with you” Akaashi starts, “I know I like girls and I know you’re attracted to me. So please—“ she bows and curls her hands into fists, resting them on her thighs.
“Please what?” Rin asks, an amused smirk on her features. She’s never seen the Akaashi Keiji so wound up, it’s amusing.
“Please just for tonight…have me.”
The words go straight to Rin’s groin. She knows this is a bad idea—Akaashi is using her as an experiment, she’s going to run back to Bokuto after this and give him two kids and a white picket fence. But Akaashi Keiji drives her insane. She can’t do this. Not when the woman is begging for her. She takes a step forward, closing the gap between them and places a finger under Akaashi’s chin. Akaashi looks up, desperation in her eyes, Rin smirks at the display and kisses her.
Akaashi’s mouth is hot and soft, her tongue is pink and soft. Rin sighs and cards her fingers through Akaashi’s soft hair. Akaashi pushes Rin away and looks at her through hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling quickly, with her pants. Rin smiles, she’s going to make a mess out of Akaashi.
“My place?” Rin offers. Akaashi nods, she takes her hand in her own and leads Akaashi through the streets. Luckily it isn’t crowded while the two make their way to Rin’s apartment. The sex is heavy between them, both desperate for each other.
As soon as they enter Rin’s apartment, Akaashi’s on her again. She attacks Rin’s neck with soft kisses, grazing her teeth over her neck. Rin groans, she doesn’t want to push Akaashi away but she has to for her keys, the woman cutely pouts, her swollen pink lips forming a pretty pout.
Once inside her apartment, Rin leads Akaashi to her bedroom, cursing herself for the empty cardboard boxes strewn across her living room--she really needs to take her recycling out. But that’s neither here nor there--she has Akaashi Keiji clinging to her side, the fucking prom queen, cheerleader, straight A, straight girl is throwing herself at her. She pushes Akaashi onto her bed, who lands with a soft ‘thunk’ her chest rising and falling with each breath. She looks delectable--Rin wants to eat her up.
“If you don’ want this say somethin’” Rin mutters thickly, hints of her accent coming out.
“I--I want this” Akaashi stumbles.
Rin straddles Akaashi and presses her lips on hers--kissing again, Akaashi’s lips are pillowy soft, Rin sighs into the kiss. It’s been a while since she’s fucked and she’s not going to let it go to waste. She fumbles to take off Akaashi’s top, a crisp white button down, revealing her chest spilling out of her lacy bra. Goosebumps dot Akaashi’s torso.
Rin unclasps Akaashi’s bra and sucks on a dark nipple. Akaashi has cute tits that fit in her hand. Rin’s always been a boob girl so she takes time to appreciate them. The noises that come out of Akaashi are delectable; soft whimpers and moans fill the room. Rin grasps Akaashi’s other breast and rolls her nipple between her fingers. Akaashi’s sensitive, writhing and moaning just from that.
Pulling away from Akaashi, Rin admires the mess she made of the woman. She presses a chaste kiss to Akaashi’s lips and undoes her trousers. Once she’s stripped to her panties, Akaashi grabs her wrists and looks up at her.
“I want to see you naked too.”
Rin chuckles, she quickly throws her top off along with her bottoms, showing off her body. She has chiseled abs, and small breasts, an athletic but. Akaashi’s mouth waters at the sight, figures the girl has a type. Rin removes her sports bra and Akaashi’s hands trail up her torso, pinching her nipples.
Rin grabs Akaashi’s wrist, “that doesn’t feel good.”
“Oh—!” Akaashi turns bright red and turns her face away, “I—I like it when Bokuto does that to me.”
A pang of jealousy hits Rin like a gut punch at the mention of the man. “You like it when your boyfriend fondles your breasts like a blind toddler?”
“I—“ Akaashi turns her head away, “shouldn’t I?”
Rin bites back a snort, figures a man doesn’t know how to treat his girl. Men don’t know shit. Instead of responding she kisses down Akaashi’s gorgeous pale torso and stops when her lips find her crotch. She licks a stripe up Akaashi’s cunt, earning a moan from Akaashi.
Rin holds Akaashi’s legs open and sucks and licks at her clit. She loves eating pussy. Loves the way it tastes and smells. Loves the reactions she gets from her lover. Loves the punched out moans that escapes Akaashi’s lips. It doesn’t take long before Akaashi comes all over Rin’s face, Rin licks her through her orgasm before removing her head from in between Akaashi’s thighs and kissing her.
The two lazily kiss, sucking on each other’s tongues and taking in each other’s presence. Akaashi snakes her hand between Rin’s thighs and rubs at Rin’s clit.
Rin moans at the pressure and grinds on her fingers. Akaashi must masturbate a lot because she knows exactly what she’s doing. Rib moans at the touch and throws her head back, losing herself in pleasure. Two fingers slip into Rin and roughly fuck her. Rin comes quicker than she expected, her wetness covering Akaashi’s hand.
Akaashi slips her fingers out and makes eye contact with Rin as she sucks her juices off her fingers. ‘ Fuck Akaashi’s going to be the death of me ’ Rin thinks. She takes a moment to gather her bearings before flipping over and opening her nightstand drawer. She grabs her strap and moves onto her knees.
“What are you doing?” Akaashi asks, voice rough.
“I’m gonna fuck you.”
“But you already came.”
“Baby, I can go all night long,” Rin grins. Another great thing about fucking women? Their short refractory periods. Once she has her strap fastened, she lines herself up with Akaashi’s wet opening.
“Can Bokuto fuck you this good?” She asks as she enters her, “or does he come inside you once before rolling over and going to sleep?”
“D-don’t talk about him like that—!” Akaashi weakly protests but a moan slips through her lips, making her pleas sound insincere.
“Why? I know men don’t know what to do with this” Rin slaps Akaashi’s fat ass, making it jiggle while she fucks her. “They don’t know how to handle a girl like this. He doesn’t deserve a pussy this good.”
Akaashi moans and scrambles to grab the sheets underneath her, punched out moans fill the air. Akaashi wraps her legs around Rin’s hips wanting her closer and Rin groans, she leans down and closes the gap between them, messily kissing her. Akaashi snakes her hand between the two and begins rubbing her clit earning her second orgasm for the night. Rin fucks her through it, wet at the overstimulation. Rin messily pulls out and unfastens her strap, tossing it on her bed.
Gunmetal blue eyes meet green, “I want you to sit in my face” Akaashi states, determination in her voice.
Rin doesn’t have to be told twice, she wants to make a mess of that pretty face. She straddles Akaashi’s face and sits down, her soft tongue meeting her cunt. Rin groans and throws her head back, Akaashi’s obviously inexperienced, treating her cunt like it’s a dick and timidly sucking. Rin lifts her hips slightly and looks down at Akaashi, “suck my clit” she tells her. Akaashi nods and Rin lowers her hips. Akaashi’s tongue finds Rin’s clit and licks and sucks.
Rin groans at the pressure, grinding down on Akaashi’s face. She plays with her breasts while Akaashi eats her out, her breath quickening and heart pounding. Akaashi was made for this. Made to be with a woman and not with some man. She’s fucking perfect, gorgeous, and a god damn goddess. Rin comes for a second time on Akaashi’s tongue, making a mess of her face. Her ears are ringing and she takes a beat to gather her bearings. She then moves to kiss Akaashi, tasting her juices on her tongue.
Akaashi digs her nails into Rin’s scalp and sighs, cheeks red and panting. Rin pulls away from Akaashi and smiles at her. Hoping she ruined men for Akaashi forever.