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it was always a pleasant surprise to never know when it would be rinko's last time setting foot in hanasakigawa. she wandered the halls, and cheerfully greeted everyone she passed. the halls of her old high school were a refreshing sight, its age evident from the peeling paint and the floorboard that creaked under her feet with every other step. the halls always smelled of old paper and of the earth- nothing about the old school compared to yotsuba's more modern infrastructure. the open windows welcomed the autumn breeze and welcomed recent memories of her graduation.
"this is very nostalgic... isn't it, hikawa-san?" the pianist reminisced.
sayo walked proudly beside rinko, her usual cold expression, replaced with a soft smile. "i'm sure that it's simply because our graduation was only so long ago, but yes. it really does feel nostalgic."
to many of the students, sayo smiling in itself was a shocker, but they clearly hadn't anticipated rinko and sayo to be holding hands, because that was the talk of the halls. it had been the talk of the press, too.
roselia's guitarist and keyboardist dating?
hikawa sayo more friendly with fellow band member shirokane rinko than other members
but it was not a matter for either of them to be worried about. not even yukina, who had always been the no-nonsense "leave your personal feelings outside of roselia," had made so much of a peep against their relationship.
"sayo seems to focus better around rinko, anyway," she had said, which shocked the rest of them. and so, with the approval of minato yukina, rinko and sayo lived peacefully and only at the mercy on those who disagreed with their relationship.
even with the all attention on them (that would make even kaoru jealous), they made it peacefully to the student council room and unceremoniously opened the door. the inside had been as they left it, neat and tidy with arisa sitting to the left sorting papers. misaki was probably out running an errand.
arisa looked up and smiled at her seniors. "oh! rinko-senpai! sayo senpai! you're here!" she stood up and practically launched herself at rinko and engulfed her into a hug. she was about to do the same with sayo, but she stopped. "um... would you like a hug too, sayo-senpai?"
"i would be okay with that, ichigaya-san."
"woah! hugs?!" kokoro beamed as she skipped through the open door. it looked like she was about to pounce when misaki grabbed the back of her collar.
"kokoro, we can't just join everyone's hugs- oh! sayo-senpai, rinko-senpai, it's good to see you guys."
"hello, you two. would you like a hug too, tsurumaki-san?" sayo asked, still in arisa's, now shy, embrace.
she looked first towards misaki with her pleading, sunflower yellow eyes. when misaki nodded, kokoro approached them normally and hugged them. rinko watched on amusedly and misaki did the same beside her.
"you sure have your hands full with tsurumaki-san... and the student council, of course," the pianist smiled shyly.
"ahaha... well, being in a band and being part of the student council's becoming a bit of a trend, rinko-senpai. but it's nice being this busy sometimes. you know, keeping it all in moderation, but a little bit more."
"seeing you handle it all is so amazing, okusawa-san. i wasn't even able to pull it together... until halfway through the year," rinko admitted sheepishly.
"whaaat? it's seriously nothing. you had to deal with hina-san constantly trying to do ridiculous events with hanasakigawa."
"that part was definitely bothersome, but it wasn't too much. at least, for things like joint festivals and showcases. it was easier to shut her ideas down than it was to implement them," sayo butted, "you've got a bigger team behind your back this year thanks to your leadership-"
"-and the band too!" kokoro interrupted.
"alright, alright, okusawa misaki is awesome," arisa waved her hands in front of all of them to stop, "but we have some festival stuff to look over still, right, okusawa-san?"
"we what?"
and the pair took off. tsurumaki kokoro trailing closely behind, leaving rinko and sayo alone in the student council room.
"do you think they'll be back?" sayo asked, a hint of something that rinko couldn't quite yet place in sayo's tone.
"eventually, i'm sure," rinko replied, staring at the door.
sayo moved to sit uncharacteristically on top of one of the desks. she looked away bashfully, as if she were suggesting something. she shuffled around a bit.
”doesn’t this remind you of… you know… back then?” she asked, almost innocently.
suddenly it all clicked. rinko knew what sayo was doing. she knew what sayo wanted, but she was going to have to use her words if she wanted rinko to do anything about it. and until she did, rinko decided to have fun with it.
“sayo-san,” rinko leaned in and whispered into her ear, “how disobedient of you, sitting on the desk. is that how a former member of the hanasakigawa disciplinary committee should act?”
"a-and what about you, former student council president? a-as if this is acceptable behaviour,” sayo retorted shakily.
rinko experimentally placed a hand on sayo’s knee. as expected, sayo moved her legs apart for rinko to stand between. she let her pointer finger trace circles where it could reach, as she leaned back to examine the expression on her girlfriend’s face.
the expression she wore was her normal, stoic look, but her blush betrayed it. rinko slowly moved her hand up the guitarist’s thigh, and watched in amusement as her expression faltered. she leaned in, and sayo leaned back, which forced her to use her hands for support. rinko let her face get close enough to sayo’s to feel the heat of her uneven breaths. she wanted to kiss her then and there, capture her bandmate’s lips with fervor, but she restrained herself.
“shirokane-san, we should not be doing this. okusawa-san and ichigaya-san could be back at any moment-"
rinko slid her hand upward, just out of reach from where she knew sayo wanted it to be, which effectively shut her up. she brought it back up, but fell short from where it had gone up to before. under her hand, she could feel sayo desperately trying to keep herself from squirming. rinko smiled to herself, then pulled her hand away, leaving only its warmth in its wake, eliciting a whimper from sayo.
"perhaps you might be right,” rinko pretend to sound defeated, as she pulled away from sayo, and readjusted the hem of her dress. she let the tips of her fingers graze sayo’s skin teasingly. “we might just have to wait until we can make it home.”
sayo remained in her compromised position, the look on her face begged rinko to do something, but rinko stayed where she stood, and watched instead to see what sayo would do. she could tell that sayo began to grow desperate, as rinko stood her ground. the pianist knew that sayo had too much pride and dignity to even think of getting herself off using the desk underneath her, but also, rinko knew that sayo was too hot and bothered to care. sayo had a breaking point, rinko knew, but had never seen it out in public.
just as it looked like sayo was about to buck her hips against the desk, there was a knock at the door. sayo had just enough time to slide off of the desk and into a chair before the door slid open, revealing a very flustered pair.
“h- have you seen tsurumaki-san?” arisa heaved. “you have too much stamina, okusawa-san…”
“we swear she was just nearby, and all of a sudden, poof! she’s gone!” misaki huffed.
"have you… tried the roof?” rinko suggested.
“ahh. why didn’t i think of that. thank you, rinko-senpai…” misaki squinted to look past rinko. “is sayo-senpai okay?”
sayo, out of embarrassment, had her head in her arms. to misaki and arisa, it looked like she was taking a nap.
“oh… hikawa-san is alright… it's just… very warm today…” rinko provided.
“thanks again, rinko-senpai! take care of yourselves,” the two bowed, and took off, leaving the couple alone once more.
rinko went to stand behind sayo’s chair and reached around her until both hands rested on top of sayo’s thighs, dangerously close to where sayo wanted them to be. sayo’s legs opened up again to give the hands better access to her core, but the hands wouldn’t give in that easy. rinko rested her chin on sayo’s shoulder and pressed a kiss to her neck. sayo shuddered at the contact, which provoked rinko to repeat the action several times in similar places. her hands kept themselves busy as they squeezed the guitarist’s thighs, moved inwards, then back out in a tantalizing pattern.
"you didn’t get to see them,” rinko whispered in sayo’s ear, the attack on sayo’s neck at a pause, “those two seemed super flustered… almost like they hadn’t lost sight of tsurumaki-san because they weren’t paying attention, but because maybe, they had been doing something… else.”
rinko punctuated her last word as she slowly ran a finger up sayo’s clothed slit. sayo let out a groan and bucked her hips in hopes to get rinko’s hand to rub against her some more, but rinko had already pulled her hand too far away.
“shirokane-san,” sayo whimpered.
rinko ignored her. “what do you think there were up to?” rinko asked innocently, “perhaps, something like this?”
the pianist brought one hand up to sayo’s chest and groped it, causing sayo to let out a heavy breath.
“okusawa-san’s collar was all messed up,” rinko continued, “and ichigaya-san’s ribbon was missing. you don’t think that perhaps those two have the same thoughts that we do?”
sayo let out a muffled reply.
“you might be right. okusawa-san isn’t the type to tease, and ichigaya-san isn’t they type to want to be teased,” rinko said thoughtfully. she moved the hand that was still on sayo’s thigh up the guitarist’s body using one finger, dragged it over her nipple and up to her chin, where rinko pushed it upwards and towards her.
sayo had that sort of expression that made rinko want to do so many things to her, but she stopped herself. even in such a situation, hot and bothered and ready to make a mess out of her girlfriend, she had to remain vigilant. school wasn’t over, and students had a tendency to linger around the student council room. however, as safe as it was to wait until they made it home, she couldn’t leave sayo in such a state.
rinko moved her other hand, that had previously been on sayo’s chest, back down to sayo’s core and let it rest lightly on top of the spandex that sayo wore inder her dress. the pianist gazed deeply into sayo’s normally, piercing eyes, that pleaded any sort of movement. under her hand, rinko could feel sayo’s pussy twitching. it too, begged for more.
"what is it, sayo-san? what do you want me to do?”
sayo rocked her hips softly against rinko’s hand, as if she did any more, rinko would pull her hand away.
“use your words, sayo-san,” rinko chided. she put more pressure on sayo’s heat for encouragement.
the guitarist just sat there numbly. maybe putting more pressure was a bad idea. rinko pulled her hand away. sayo let out another whimper.
“ngh- shirokane-san…” the guitarist whined, “please.”
“‘please’ what?”
“touch me,” sayo begged. god, when sayo looked at her like that, rinko nearly gave in. she kept steady.
“i am touching you, sayo-san,” rinko replied with a teasing smile, “me holding your chin must be all you need, then.”
rinko wanted desperately, maybe more than sayo wanted to be touched, to see sayo snap while they were in public. at home, sayo would never have lasted this long without get what she wanted. by now, sayo would have grabbed rinko’s hand and shoved it down her pants with little to no restraint. she would’ve just barely humped it before she stuck in three fingers and rode them until rinko eventually took over. but sayo showed incredible restraint, and it only encouraged rinko to tease her more.
rinko replaced her hand on sayo’s lower thigh and moved her other hand to cup sayo’s cheek. she finally closed the gap between them with a searing kiss and pulled away just as slowly. sayo moaned in frustration at the loss of contact, but rinko paid it no mind.
”tell me, sayo-san. what do you want me to do?”
“touch me, fuck me, something,” sayo whined, “i want you to make me regret the words that come out of my mouth.”
for the first time, sayo let her hands move on their own. they rested on the pianist’s waist.
“and how do you intend i do that?” rinko kissed her again.
“finger me,” sayo groaned, “lick me, eat me out… i could not care less as long as you’re inside of me.”
sayo’s lustful expression as she spoke spurred rinko further. she wanted to keep going, to keep seeing sayo beg to be railed. rinko wanted to know.
rinko stood upright and took her hands off of sayo, who whined in discontent. she strode over to the door and promptly locked it, before she turned back to sayo.
“get back on the desk,” she ordered, “take your shorts off.”
sayo obeyed immediately. she kicked her shorts off and threw them into her bag and sat back down on the desk, legs open, and welcome for rinko to stand between. ready as sayo was, rinko still took the time to close the curtains. she had even stopped to send a message to misaki that sayo was resting and didn’t want to be bothered. a lie, so that they wouldn’t be disturbed, and waited even further for a reply from the dj. the reply was slow, to sayo’s misfortune.
when rinko received it, she took even more time to decipher the uncharacteristically sloppy message. it only confirmed rinko’s earlier theory about the current stu-co president and vice president.
she then finally turned her full attention to sayo, who had started to hump the table. rinko simply watched as her girlfriend got off on her own, thrusts frantically increased as sayo tried to chase something that rinko wasn’t going to let her have just yet.
“sayo.” her soft voice cut through the guitarist’s soft moans. sayo froze, mid thrust. rinko pulled a chair up and faced sayo, her own spandex thrown across the room. “use your hands, baby. show me how you want me to touch you.”
sayo wasted no time to drag a hand to her clothed clit and rubbed it in slow circles, biting her lip to keep the lewd sounds in. rinko mirrored her girlfriend’s movement, deviating only slightly to play with her nipples. the guitarist had her eyes closed in bliss, which rinko called her out for.
“watch me while you do it,” she moaned, “don’t hold back.”
the circles grew more frantic, as the both of them drew closer to their climax. sayo rocked her hips back and forth like there was no tomorrow, and caused the table to creak under the motion.
“shirokane… rinko~” sayo panted.
rinko suddenly stopped and sat up. she pulled sayo’s hand away at the last few seconds before sayo was bound to release, which caused sayo whimper loudly. before sayo could protest even more, rinko hooked her thumbs under the waistband of sayo’s panties and practically ripped them off, sayo’s pussy finally free to the world.
she used one hand to keep sayo’s legs apart and the other to slowly drag up and down the outside sayo’s lower lips. sayo had no restraint now, bucking her hips in an attempt to get rinko’s fingers to slip into her. instead, rinko leaned in an ran her tongue along the folds, stopping at sayo’s clit before she licked upwards sharply. the sudden movement caused sayo to cum, spraying right into rinko’s waiting mouth. sayo covered her own mouth in an attempt to silence moan that clawed its way out of her throat.
rinko greedily lapped up whatever remained on sayo’s thighs before she started to properly get sayo off. sayo tried to protest by pushing rinko’s head away from her still sensitive core, but her thighs refused and kept rinko’s head locked in place. sayo tangled her fingers into rinko’s raven coloured hair and gave it a gentle tug. rinko groaned at the sensation.
“hnn~ rinko-“ sayo moaned as rinko moved to suck on sayo’s sensitive clit. the guitarist’s legs twitched with every suck, the threat of release with every thrust of rinko’s fingers that sayo’s hips met feverishly. rinko’s free hand found its way to sayo’s nipple and pinched it, earning another moan from sayo.
“fuck,” rinko sighed against sayo’s bundle of nerves, “let me hear you more.”
“rinko-,” sayo gasped as the pianist sucked harder, “what if someone- haah~ hears us?”
rinko released sayo’s clit with a resounding ‘pop’ and stood up. she pressed three fingers to sayo’s entrance and leaned over her girlfriend’s (unfortunately clothed) body and unceremoniously stuck her tongue down sayo’s throat. sayo humped desperately at the pianist’s fingers that were still outside of her, while she moaned all she wanted into rinko’s mouth.
sayo managed to get all three fingers to slip into her after more trial and error, sighing into rinko’s mouth as she set a quick pace for the both of them. rinko’s long, slender fingers produced a sloppy squelch as she pumped her fingers in and out to match the feverish thrusts of her girlfriend’s hips. the vulgar sound echoed across the room, which made it seem louder than it was.
the pianist had stopped sucking sayo’s face for a moment. “do you hear the lewd sounds you’re making? do you understand what it’s doing to me?” rinko groaned. "were you aware that you produce the most amazing sounds?"
“i can make better sounds using my fingers,” sayo mewled as rinko added a fourth finger.
“do you want to bet your dignity on that, sayo?”
it was hard to tell, but sayo gave it some serious thought. “no- hnn-“
rinko put her mouth back on sayo’s before she pulled her fingers out. the guitarist whined as loud as rinko allowed it to get. “you’ll just have to wait until we get home then. i mean it this time.”
she returned sayo’s panties that she had found on a bookshelf and also handed her spandex back to her.
“the faster you put these back on, the sooner we can go home.”
sayo groaned. “do you at least have tissues i could borrow so i could wipe myself down a bit?”
”yes. they’re in my bag,” rinko moved to grab them. after she handed a few to sayo, she stopped. “i’m sorry. i didn’t push you, did i?”
”not at all,” sayo smiled, “it’s not like it’s the first time we’ve done it in the student council room.”
”fufu… that’s fair. except you were always the one initiating,” rinko laughed.
sayo slid off the desk once more, smoothing her dress and fixing rinko’s hair as she did. “do i look presentable enough?”
rinko smiled wider and tucked a piece of hair behind sayo’s ear. “you always look presentable. now, let’s go home.”
“smooth talker.”
”i love you too, sayo.”
then they went home and had lots more sex.