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"Well, miss Sato, I must say. You are one of the most sophisticated people I've ever hosted on this show, which is quite shocking considering your young age."
"Thank you, Ceasar, you aren't too bad yourself. And please, call me Asami."
"Okay then. Tell me, miss Asami, your dad, Hiroshi Sato, is running for presidency this year. Correct?"
"You are absolutely correct, sir."
"Your father, Hiroshi, is the top one leading business man in the world, but how did his experience as a CEO of Future Industries, known for the Sato mobile- one of the most advanced cars in the world, had prepared him to lead a whole country?"
"Well, Ceasar, I'll tell you what I can say with certainty; when my dad makes president, our public transportation system will absolutely flourish."
And everyone laughed, like they always do whenever Asami opens that pretty little mouth of hers. But not Korra, Korra was fuming. She had no idea how Asami had everyone wrapped around her little finger like that, especially considering how awkward she was in real life. But, that was Asami Sato for you, everything always went her way. She only got to where she was out of sheer luck.
She hated Asami so, so much, they had already been on bad terms when Korra lost the title of the soccer team's captain to her, but when both their dads had announced that they were running for president- Korra could absolutely not stand her. And the feeling seemed to be mutual, even though they only had one actual conversation in real life, it was bad enough to let Korra know exactly how Asami felt about her.
"How can you live in such a mess?"
Korra frowned, looking at her slightly dirty locker for a second and then turning to Asami, who looked at her with a bored expression.
"Excuse me?" Korra said angrily, folding her arms.
"I wasn't trying to be mean," Asami said blankly, "I was just wondering. If my locker was that dirty, I'd probably puke on myself."
Some of the girls on the team giggled, but immediately stopped when Korra shot them a murderous glare. After the room went quite Korra turned back to Asami, furious still.
"Well, Sato, some of us are uptight and jermophobic assholes, and some of us use all that wasted time to make sure that they are the best at what they do," Korra said condescendingly with fake sweetness, a cocky grin on her face.
Suddenly, Asami stopped looking so bored, and instead she looked angry. It was as if up until now, she didn't really care about the exchange, but the moment Korra questioned Asami's skills, her blood started boiling.
"Ohhhh I see," Asami said, "so that's why you're the team captain and I'm not, right? Because I'm an 'uptight jermophobe'?"
Korra's grin dropped as everyone in the room gasped. She didn't say anything, she just slammed her locker shut and looked at Asami like she was going to murder her, and left the locker room. Asami was such an asshole, her father was probably one too. Fuck the Satos.
Korra closed the TV, feeling as if she continued to look at Asami's face on her television she was absolutely going to puke. She just leaned back on the couch and rolled her eyes. Ever since Hiroshi announced his candidacy, Asami was invited to an interview almost weekly. Korra, however, wasn't. Not that she wanted or liked the attention, but she did want to help her father win, especially when it came down to this pair. He was the better candidate overall, but Hiroshi was known and loved worldwide, so he was tough competition.
But she knew why Asami Sato was invited to give interviews and she wasn't. Asami Sato, the prodigy child that was already getting a second degree, now in political science, all while being the same age as Korra. How, you may ask? Well, Asami had already completed college at eighteen, majoring in business and engineering, and was now attending it again. Why? Because, why not? Korra, however, was just a normal kid, rather then a super genius like Sato. So she attended college when she was eighteen like anybody else. And unfortunately for her, she had the same major as the prissy bitch. So, same university, same lectures, same soccer team and their fathers were competing for the same job. And she drove Korra fucking insane.
Just as she got up from the couch, her roommate stepped in, probably from another hangout with her girlfriend.
"Sato's on TV again, so don't bother trying to watch something normal." Korra said, rolling her eyes and placing the remote on their coffee table.
"So you've been staring at her face up untill I got here, huh? Gotcha." Kuvira smirked, placing her keys in the ball.
And Korra couldn't help but roll her eyes again. Her roommate had a theory that Korra's hate towards Asami was actually covering up for a crush, which was fucking ridiculous. Asami was hot as fuck, there was no denying that, but she was a fricking bitch. She was hot in the sense that Korra could easily think about her to get herself off, but she was such a prick that all Korra ever wanted to do was punch her.
"In your dreams," Korra huffed.
"Oh, I'm definitely dreaming about the two of you fucking. You'd make a hot ass couple," Kuvira chuckled.
Well, there was no argue about that.
"Ew," Korra mumbled, getting to her bed.
"No, it's pretty hot actually," Kuv teased.
"Whatever, I'm going to sleep, I suggest you do the same." Korra said, pulling the blanket over her head. "Early practice."
It was pretty convenient how the both of them were on the soccer team, that way they had almost the same schedule. Some girls got roommates that weren't as understanding about the early morning workouts. They got lucky.
"You sure you don't wanna hit cardio before tommorrow?" Kuvira said in a flirty tone.
Though Korra was used to Kuvira's nonsense, she couldn't help but blush. "You are such a fucking tease Kuv."
"I never claimed otherwise."
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Korra hated social events.
Her dad, a politician, was always invited to those things, and of course she and her mother had to come as well. She hated the press, that kept on taking pictures of them, shw hated how nice she had to be to everybody, and she especially hated all those old people requesting a dance with her. Powerful people were fucking disgusting.
But what she hated most of all, was having to stand Asami in front of the cameras. They had to shake hands, take a few pictures together, and over all be polite. The only things that made it all standable, is that she knew Asami hated it all just as much as she did.
Korra was glaring at Asami from across the room, hoping no one would notice. A few old man approached the spoiled bratt, but she faked a limp and 'unfortunately' had to turn them all down. It was fricking brilliant. Why didn't Korra think of that?
Oh, that's right, because Korra wasn't an asshole. She was absolutely sure that Asami did that to annoy her, because who did all those old man go to when Asami sent them away?
She had never been stepped on by so many old people in a day.
She was furious. Especialy when Asami turned her way and took her tounge out, confirming Korra's suspicions. Her blood boiled, she wanted to get revenge, beat Asami at her own game. That's what she swore anyways, that she would always be one step ahead of Asami, no matter what. That she would always win.
So, she immediately stepped closer with a cocky smile, and offered Asami a hand.
"May I have this dance?" She asked, smirking.
Asami looked shocked, and disgusted, and it was so worth it.
"Ohhhh I'm sorry dear," Asami said, still looking like she was about to vomit, "I hurt my ankle, otherwise, I'd love to." She emphasized the 'love' in a way that let Korra know that she would hate nothing more.
"Really? I guess you'll miss the game on Tuesday, then." Korra said, smiling like she won the lottery.
Asami sighed in annoyance, grabbing Korra's wrist and dragging her away. At first, Korra thought they were heading to the dance floor. But then, Asami dragged her further, to an empty corner near the bathroom. Then, she turber to Korra, smoke practically coming out of her ears.
"What's your problem?" Asami shot at her.
"What is your problem?" Korra shot back, folding her arms.
"I'm not doing anything, you're the one who asked me to dance, like, how can my day get any worse?" Asami said, furious.
"Not doing anything?" Korra repeated in disbelief. "How about sending all of those creepy old man to dance with me?"
"I didn't send them your way," Asami argued, "it's not my fault I thought of the limp thing before you. All I did was try not to get sexualy harrassed by people twice my father's age. Idiot."
"Who are you calling an idiot, asshole?" Korra gritt her teeth.
"You," Asami answered with a condescending smirk, "are you really that stupid that you can't comprehend such a simple sentence?"
She turned to leave after that, but Korra wouldn't have that. She slammed her hand against the wall, blocking Asami's exit completly. Asami turned her head to Korra, annoyed.
"This means war, Sato." Korra told her. "And I'm going to win."
Asami's eyebrows clenched together. "Get off me!" She called, pushing Korra away snd making her fall on the ground.
"Hey! You leave my daughter alone!" Korra heard her father say and rolled her eyes. Great, just what she needed, daddy coming in for the rescue.
"I'm fine, dad, really," she said as she got up, brushing dirt away from her clothes, "like this prissy princess could ever leave a mark."
"Oh, darling," Asami said with a smirk, "if I really wanted to, I'd leave marks all over that body of yours." She winked, and immediately, Korra turned into a tomato. Why was Asami so good at this? Unfair.
"Sato." Her father suddenly shot at someone behind them, and when she turned around she saw Hiroshi approaching the scene, confused. "Tell your daughter to keep her hands off mine."
"She started it." Asami defended.
"Did you hear that?" Hiroshi Sato said sarcastically. "Asami's saying that your daughter started it, and I would take her words over yours every day of the week."
Korra huffed out angerly, glaring at Asami who just took her tounge out again and grabbed her father's hand. "C'mon dad," she said, "don't let this losers affect you, you can get back to them when you win the election."
And from that day on- everything between Asami and her turned into a competition.
On class- it was about who answered more of the teachers questions correctly, and who got the best grades. Korra wasn't a super genius like little miss Sato, but she was smart. Smart enough to get straight A's when she wanted to, and Asami couldn't only score so much, so that left the two of them at the top of the class.
Socially, it was about who had the most fun looking life. They both followed each other on Instagram, and now Korra was truly dedicated to show off her life on her Instagram story, and Asami did the same.
And soccer wise, it was about who scored more goals, who was the fastest one, who got the best ranking at the end of each game, or who could take more shots on the team's hangout afterwards.
It was tiring, sure. But, it was completely worth it. Just to see Asami's angry glare whenever Korra scored more, or whenever the teacher complimented her. Plus, socially speaking Korra was winning by a halt. Asami had a few friends, but it seemed that the entire university was friends with Korra. They were both smart, athletic and capable, but unlike Asami, Korra knew how to have fun, while Asami was an uptight prissy princess, that would never break the rules.
It all had gotten to a breaking point, about two months later in soccer practice. The team was split into two with Korra and Asami on separate teams. The two of them absolutely dominated the play field, motivated by their hatred for one another. Korra could tell that their teammates were getting annoyed with their rivalry, but Asami was the captain, so it was her problem.
At some point, Korra had the ball. She manged to dodge everyone and run alone all the way to the net. It was a promised goal, and Korra couldn't wait to shove it up Sato's face. Except, just before she could shot her shot, Asami tackled her purposefully, and Korra fell on her face.
The sound of the whistle came through, peircing through the air.
"Faul! Sato, be careful!" The judge shouted.
"Sorry Korra," Asami said, her tone giving away that she was anything but sorry.
Usually, Korra could brush off a good tackle. But because it was Asami, she saw red. She stood up, and pushed Asami hard onto the ground. The girl's expression was priceless, and everyone gathered around them.
"Oops," Korra chuckled, "didn't see you there, 'pal'."
Asami, fuming, side kicked her behind her knee, causing Korra to collapse besides her as well. So, Asami knew martial arts. Good to know.
Soon, they were full on wrestling. Korra's hair escaped her ponytail, and Asami's hair went loose as well. Korra had bruised her leg, shoulder and cheek. Asami bruised a few limbs as well, but Korra couldn't be sure as to which. It went on for a few seconds, perhaps a minute or two, before the coach came running and separated them, compltely red with anger.
"Sato. Waters. Locker room, now!" She shouted, grabbing them by their collars.
She dragged them the two of them and threw them into the locker room, making Korra stumble and almost lose her balance. Coach Beifong was many things, but she was not known to be gentle.
"Enough!" She snarled. "That stupid fight of yours is messing with the whole team's dynamic. I will not have my two best players going at each other like five year old children!"
"She started it!" Korra exclaimed, pointing accusingly at Asami.
"What?!" Asami turned to her, shocked.
"I don't give two shits about who started it, I'm ending it." Beifong said, looking at her clock. "There is still an hour until practice ends. When I come back here then, you two better have had your fight figured out, understood?"
"Come back? Come back where?" Asami asked.
Lin didn't answer, she just huffed out angrily and left the locker room, slamming the door behind her.
Then, Korra could hear the sound of her Keychains.
"No!" She freaked out, rushing to try and open the door, but it was already locked. "Coach! You can't do that!" She slammed her fist against the door a couple of times, hopeless.
"Ugh, can you stop? That noise is giving me a headache." Asami complained.
"Fuck off." Korra turned around to face her, jabbing a finger above her chest. "This is all your fault."
"No the fuck it isn't," Asami swatted her hand away, "can you stop giving me shit Waters? I'm already stuck here with you, I think it's punishment enough."
"That was a dirty tackle, Sato." Korra spat her last name as if it was an insult. "Low blow, even for you."
Asami glared. "I don't have to stand here and take it." She said, walking over to her locker.
"What are you doing? Coach said to solve things." Korra scolded.
"Yeah, but you're obviously not going to just stop being a fucking asshole," Asami rolled her eyes, "so just leave me be."
"You know what? Fine. Have it your way." You always do anyway. "If I'm already here might as well use this time to take a shower." She mumbled to herself, taking her shirt off.
Then something unexpected happened; Asami's eyes widened and her cheeks turned red. She spun around quickly, flustered, her face now turned to the lockers only.
At first, Korra got confused. They both saw pretty much everyone on the team swap clothes a million times. But, them she realized why Asami was so flustered all of a sudden.
"No fucking way," Korra said with a cocky smirk.
"Shut up. Whatever it is you're thinking, just shut the fuck up." Asami said, still not looking at her.
"Asami Sato, are you... into me?" Korra said in a teasing manner, placing her hands on her waist. "Damn Sato, I didn't even know you were gay."
Asami snorted. "Of course you're homophobic, what did I expect?" Now she was finally able to turn around and face Korra, still red.
"Awe, babe, I hate to break it to you, but I'm bi." Korra chuckled, "and I'm just taking a shower, not trying to fuck."
"Good idea," Asami smiled sweetly, taking her shirt off as well and heading to the showers.
Ohhhh, that's why Asami was this flustered.
She did see Asami with her shirt off before, but not like this. Never so close to her, never alone and never locked in the locker room, and Korra was starting to burn from the inside. God, Asami was fucking hot. Her skin was clear and soft looking, even though it was slightly bruised (Korra's fault). She had curves in all the right places, and defined muscles on her arms, back and stomach. At that point, Korra decided that the most annoying bit about Asami was the fact that she was exactly her type.
"Now who's trying to fuck?" Asami chuckled at Korra's wide eyes.
"Pffft," Korra tried tearing her eyes off Asami, back couldn't, "you're probably a terrible screw anyway."
"Whatever you need to say to yourself, Waters." Asami waved her off, walking away.
"Bet you're a pillow princess!" Korra said in an attempt to get on Asami's nerves.
And it worked.
Asami stopped in her place, turning around to Korra with a glare. "Excuse me?" She walked closer, making Korra gulp. "I am not a pillow princess. And I am an amazing screw, better then you'd ever be."
"No way." Korra laughed. "I'm incredible in bed. Way more than you could even dream of."
"You wish." Asami snorted.
"Bring it." Korra challenged.
Wait... what did she just say? What the fuck did she just say to Asami?!
Asami squinted her eyes in suspicion, scanning Korra's features. Though her heart was pounding like crazy, she kept on the same challenging expression. She already set it, it was too late to back out.
"Fine." Asami said after a few minutes of silence.
"Fine?" Korra blinked.
But before she could register the meaning of their exchange, Asami grabbed Korra by her shirt and slammed her against the lockers. Not even a second later, and Asami's lips slammed against hers.
There was nothing gentle or passionate about the kiss. It was assertive, violent even. The purpose of it was clearly to assert dominance, and Korra wouldn't have that. As soon as she got over the initial shock, she kissed back. Asami immediately fought back, and the whole makeout session turned into a fight for dominance, basically like every other event the two had endured together, in a new format. They fought back and forth for a few minutes, before Korra decided that she had enough, and she grabbed Asami by her thighs and crashed her against the wall. As she did, a gasp left Asami's mouth, and it was so fucking hot.
Annoying, it was so annoying.
"I'm in control, Sato." Korra whispered in ear, biting on it.
"No," Asami said, heaving, "I am."
And before Korra knew what was happening, Asami slapped her hard, and the shock made her stumble back and lose her grip on Asami. Asami then pushed her to the ground, climbing on top of her with a winning smile.
"I'm in control." She said.
And before Korra could protest, her sports bra went flying off and Asami's hand gripped her breasts hard. A surprised moan left her mouth and her back unwillingly arched to the touch. She hated how good it felt, and she hated that she had to give in and let Asami go first.
Asami wasted absolutely no time and tore off her pants and underwear, and without even taking her time she placed two fingers on each side of Korra's clit, sort of like a hug, and Korra shuddered at the touch, biting thr inside of her cheek as to not moan.
"You're soaking wet darling," Asami said condescendingly, "if you wanted me that bad you could've just said so, you really didn't have to go through all this trouble."
Korra was breathing heavily. "In your dreams." She said, embarrassed at how wet she actually was.
Asami raised an eyebrow, then slapped her again. Korra hated to admit that she found it a little hot.
"Shut it." She hissed, then before Korra could say something sassy in return, she started to swirl her fingers, making Korra twitch a little.
Whatever she did, she could not cum. She couldn't let Asami have the satisfaction of... giving her satisfaction. She really wanted to, but she couldn't. She couldn't? No, she couldn't! Oh God but it felt so good... but no, she couldn't.
Korra could feel her breath picking up, her heart rate too. Her groin started to unwillingly grind against Asami's hand. She could practically hear Asami's smugness, and tried focusing on that to help her not cum, but it made it even worse.
She managed to hold it in pretty well. She could tell that Asami was getting frustrated and felt herself winning, except just then Asami did the worst thing imaginable.
Korra really should've seen this coming. Pun not intended.
Without any notice, Asami pushed two fingers inside of her, and Korra just couldn't take it anymore. Korra tried to keep quiet about it, but after holding it in for so long, her orgasm was super hard, so even with all her efforts, she couldn't suppress the loud moan that left her mouth as pleasure and relief had filled her entire body. As soon as her climax was over, she collapsed against the ground, chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Slowly, Asami took her fingers out and chuckled, shaking her head.
"You're so quick, Waters." Asami said smugly. "Are you always like that, or..." she then leaned in, so close that Korra could feel Asami's warm breath on her ear. "Do I make you horny, baby?"
Korra huffed out in displeasure, using all of the remains of her energy to flip them around, catching Asami by surprise.
"My turn," Korra winked.
Asami just shrugged, still smug from her turn.
No matter what, Asami had to cum. Otherwise, she won. Korra didn't care how long it took, this was happening. She immediately pulled away Asami's sports bra and did her best not to drool. Really, if only Asami didn't have such a shitty personality...
Asami looked bored. Korra knew that she was actively trying to do so, but she wouldn't have that. So she closed the distance between them and her lips closed on one of Asami's nipples. Asami let out a surprised moan, her hands shooting to Korra's head and grabbing a handful of her hair.
"That's cheating!" She said breathlessly.
"Is it?" Korra said in an innocent voice.
Asami glared at her, sweating, her cheeks pink, and then she looked away. Korra laughed, because she knew exactly what was going on. Asami liked it, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it.
"Whatever man, just keep going." Asami mumbled. And though she tried to not look excited, Korra knew she was by the way Asami's hands locked her in place.
So Korra did, and she could tell from her body language that she liked it. The way she moved, the way her back arched, the way she gasped every time Korra swirled her tounge or sucked a little. Eventually, she figured Asami should be turned on enough to proceed, and she took off her shorts and underwear. Korra smirked at the sight, enjoying how Asami was on her back, completly to her mercy. She used her fingers to locate Asami's entrance, and was satisfied to know that Asami was absolutely drenched. Just then, she started swirling her index finger around Asami's clit, and her reaction was immediate. Asami bit hard into her lip and looked away, her face turning tomamto red and she looked like she was just doing her best not to burst. Korra liked that.
"Oh come on baby," Korra said in a seductive voice, "why are you fighting it? Don't you wanna cum?" She said, starting to go faster.
Asami was breathing heavily. "Shut up, Waters." She said, eyebrows clenching in concentration.
"I get it, you want me to use my mouth for other things, huh?" Korra flirted.
"No, no no." Asami shook her head, her cheeks turning even more red. "If you do that it's an automatic win for me."
Korra pouted in fake sadness. "You're no fun Sato." She said, then without warning, pushed a finger into Asami's entrance, starting to pump it.
Asami jumped from the surprise, finally looking at Korra, conflict written all over her face. Korra raised a smug eyebrow, then inserted a second finger in, curling her fingers inside Asami who looked more and more on edge by the second. After barely a minute, Korra was confident enough that Asami was about to finish, she winked at her.
And just like that, Asami lost.
Korra let her ride out her high, and she was actually enjoying the show. After Asami was done, Korra took her fingers out, and was happy to report that her fingers were absolutely soaked with Asami's wetness.
"You feel that, Sato?" She said smugly, rubbing them against Asami's torso, leaving a trail. "That's what winning feels like."
"What?" Asami said in disbelief, pushing Korra away and raising herself on her elbows. "I won! I made you cum soooo hard!"
"Nah, I won." Korra folded her arms, annoyed. "Have you heard yourself? You came way harder then I did."
Just as Asami opened her mouth to argue, the two heard a faint laugh in the distance, and they shared a panicked look. Practice must be over, and there was no way that they were about to explain their hate-fucking sequence to anyone, let alone the entire team.
The two separated as quickly as possible, Korra immediately tried pulling on as many articles of clothings as possible, while Asami went directly to the shower. They heard the door unlocking, and then their teammates entered the locker room, sweating and covered in mud.
"God, it smells in here," their teammate, Opal, complained.
"Asami farted." Korra blurted without Even thinking.
"What?!" Asami called from the other side of the room.
"I take it you two didn't work through yout differences, huh?" Another teamate said hopelessly.
"Me and this loser? Never." Asami waved her off.
Korra frowned. "The feeling's mutual, Sato." She turned her back to Asami at that.
Korra was taking her time getting ready on purpose, and she knew Asami was doing the same. She knew that from the way they would steal wordless glances of one another from across the room, occasionally meeting each other's eyes. Korra was re-tying her shoelaces for the fourth time, when their last team member finally left.
"I won." Korra said immediately, just to put it out there first.
"No, I totally did," Asami argued, "just admit you lost."
"No, you admit you lost." Korra insisted.
Asami groaned. "You know what? Fuck it, let's call it a tie."
"No way, we gotta have a loser and a winner." Korra shook her head no.
"Fine, then I guess we'll have to settle it another time." Asami said, annoyed.
Korra turned red as she understood the implication. "Fine by me." She said trying to sound confident and failing.
After that, the two just stared at each other in awkward silence, not knowing what to say. Then, Asami slapped her again.
"Hey!" Korra complained, placing a hand on her sore cheek. "What the hell?"
"Don't go thinking I like you or something." Asami warned. "I still hate your guts."
And with that, she turned around to leave.
"I hate you more, Sato!" Korra shouted after her, but there was no answer. She didn't even know if Asami heard her.
And with Asami gone, her brain finally caught up to the situation.
What the hell just happened?