a/n: this is so so, so heavily unedited but i wanted to get the next chapter out for you guys…. even if it’s just a bit of fluffy filler. but whatever right! but yes, i think there will be a bit of a delay on the next chapter too just cuz of how life is lol but i hope you guys enjoy this!!
Three days had passed since your fateful meeting with Rintaro, and in those three days you hadn’t seen him once. You had only worked once as well, and it was a morning shift, wondering if that was why you never saw him. When you saw him last, you cursed yourself as you locked your apartment door, realizing you’d never given him your phone number, decreasing the odds that you’d ever see him again.
Yet, when you arrived for your first night shift in three days, Alex was there waiting for you, ready with interesting news.
“I think you have a stalker,” they said, with a bit of a dry laugh, trying not to freak you out. Raising your head to look at your coworker, you let them continue. “Some guy keeps coming in asking for you, I was kinda nervous it was Osamu related so I tried not to give that many details.”
“What did he look like?” You inquired, heart starting to skip a beat. If it wasn’t Rintaro, then you were in a lot of trouble.
Alex tapped their chin, recalling the details: “tall, taller than your ex. Light brown hair, it was styled a little oddly, very flowy you could say.” That must’ve been him. It was reassuring to know that he did want to see you again. Alex continued, “he had these piercing eyes y’know I don’t know how to describe them. He’s been coming every night and for what? Like the last three days, and every time I look at those eyes I get chills.”
You were practically too stunned to speak as Alex raised their eyebrow. “Should I, like, file a police report or something? Do you know this guy?”
“Yeah, I do.” You felt yourself getting stomach butterflies. “Well, not well at least– I only briefly met him but he’s a really good guy.”
“If you say so,” Alex chuckled lightly, “but maybe give him your phone number next time you see him, y’know so the two of you communicate normally.” It was almost as if they could read your mind, knowing that you were regretting not having done so earlier.
About half an hour passed and still no customers came in. Sometimes, on weekdays it was like this: a ghost town. Tapping your fingers against the counter top, you thought you were going to die of boredom with Alex reciprocating your feelings.
Listening to them groan about waiting to just close up early, you were about to agree when the bell chimed and someone walked in.
Following his similar patterns from the night before, your friend Rintaro standing there wearing a black overcoat, and an attire you could only sum up to Wall Street-esc while his hair was still as wild as the first night you met him.
The moment he looked up at you, you met his eyes and even though Alex had made it clear there was something off with his eyes, you couldn’t understand what they were talking about. His gaze was kind, and his lips slowly but surely tugged into a smile upon seeing you.
“Looks like Mr. Stalker is here,” Alex teasingly whispered into your ear. You nudged them playfully, leaning against the counter, widening your grin.
“Hey,” you breathed out.
“Hello.” Rintaro cleared his throat, “I’m glad to see you’re in today, I was looking for you since the last time we met.”
“Me too, I didn’t know when I’d see you again honestly,” you laughed, regretting the way you phrased it, not wanting to sound rude. “But I mean it’s okay, you’re here now.”
“I apologize, I didn’t mean to make you stressed.” But you quickly interrupted him, reminding him that it was alright.
“Can I get you anything? Maybe coffee or tea?” But Rintaro shook his head, insisting that he didn’t drink anything of the sort.
“I’ll have something sweet, though, whatever you recommend,” he said haphazardly looking at the display case of desserts. You nodded, mentioning you had just the thing.
Watching as Rintaro found a seat, running one pale hand over the other. He mindlessly stared out the window, waiting for you to bring him something. He hoped that you wouldn’t notice how nervous he felt.
The sound of a plate sliding against the table echoed through the empty cafe, catching the man’s attention as he looked at your beaming face. In front of him was a small slice of apple pie, the cinnamon smell filling the air between you.
“On the house,” you said smiling, eyes slowly trailing over to the empty chair in front of him.
“You can sit if you want,” Rintaro offered and you felt embarrassed that he caught you red handed. You explained that your shift was almost over, looking back to see Alex’s sign of approval as you made yourself comfortable.
“I was thinking about how stupid I was not asking you for your number,” you bring up, not wanting to directly ask for it, still feeling a little shy.
Shaking his head, Rintaro informed you, “it wouldn’t have been of any use, I don’t have a phone.” Taking a bit of the pie he hummed, not saying anything to follow up his previous statement. “This is really good, it’s been a while since I ate anything…. this sweet, of course.”
“Wait, what do you mean you don’t have a cellphone? Who our age doesn’t?” That question caught Rintaro by surprise, raising an eyebrow as he tried not to act suspicious, taking yet another fork-full of pie into his mouth.
He simply shrugged, trying to change the subject, “is your shift almost over?”
You looked at your watch about to say no, when Alex’s voice interjected. “She’s gonna leave early, I can manage the place on my own.” They winked at you, signaling that you should go with him.
“I’ve heard good things about a bar nearby, would you like to come with me? Maybe we can become better acquainted?”
“Sounds good.”
The bar was dimly lit and filled with a sad crowd, which was mostly middle aged men desperately not wanting to go home to their wives. Because of that there was a gloomy feeling but Rintaro surely made up for it, with a slight smile.
As the two of you ordered, asking all sorts of personal questions and if you knew any better, you would’ve thought it was a date. Sipping on the drink, you followed his inquiries with your own, asking Rintaro about his childhood. Although, his answers were always so cryptic.
“I haven’t really lived in one place long,” he explained.
“So you were a military kid, huh?” But Rintaro shook his head but as you looked at him in confusion he changed the motion into a nod.
“Something like that,” he said, changing his answer.
Drink after drink, you hadn’t realized how much you had until you looked at the clock and three hours had passed. Your legs felt wobbly, like you were about to fall over at any given moment, leaning your head against Rintaro. You were drunk, the first time in a while considering Osamu hated it when you went out to go clubbing with your friends.
“You should probably get home,” Rintaro pointed out as if it wasn’t obvious. He looked down at your pouting lips and droopy eyes, he had to take you home, he knew that but he couldn’t stop looking at you. Every time he blinked he could see your past life, in a similar position, his heart feeling a foreign swelling.
He paid for all your drinks without a second thought, putting his sturdy arm around your waist, letting you lean your weight onto him. He grunted, trying to get you to follow his steps but he realized that trying to get the attention of a drunk person was easier said than done. Yet, he knew your apartment was close enough that he would carry you if he needed to.
“This way,” he eased you gently and before he knew it, the two of you were outside your apartment building. Suna had to coax you to get your keys out and to punch in the apartment code which after a scary amount of failed attempts, you were finally let in.
“Tonight was so much fun,” your words were slurred as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, smelling the expensive cologne he wore.
“I enjoyed it too, maybe we should do something similar but more formally, like as a date?” The last part of his statement was more of a whisper, scared that you were uncomfortable with getting into a relationship after just getting out of one. He also was praying that by tomorrow morning your memories of the night would be hazy and hard to remember.
“Yes, I want that,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes harshly, “I wanna go to bed,” you groaned. Rintaro nodded, promising that the two of you would be there as soon as the elevator rang, bringing the two of you to your destination.
“I just wanna sleep!” You exclaimed, trying to rip off your shirt. Your friends had always told you that you were a bit of a messy drunk but you never wanted to believe them. Nevertheless, you struggled to strip out of your clothes, not even bothering to acknowledge the fact that Rintaro was still inside your apartment.
Standing in the kitchen, you felt a hand on your back, reminding you that he was there. He suggested going into your bedroom and you hazily nodded, stumbling forward.
“May I help you with that?” Rintaro asked and you were in such a struggle, there was nothing else for you to do other than nod and accept his aid. He removed your shirt, leaving you in just a bra as you covered up.
“Okay now turn around.” You could feel the heat rising to your face, watching as he complied. You took out your pajama shirt, sliding off your bra before putting it on. “Okay you can look now.”
By then, you were wiggling out of your work pants, sitting down on the bed. You shivered as the cold air nipped your skin.
“You should get some rest,” he sat down next to you, seeing how cold you were, “perhaps underneath the bedding?”
“You talk so politely, y’know?” You drunkenly snickered, poking his thigh, “but I like it, I feel like an old timey princess.” Rintaro laughed softly, pulling back the duvet as you rolled yourself underneath the sheets.
“Well you deserve to be treated as such, no?” You only hummed with a content smile as just as Rintaro thought his work was done, he went to stand up, feeling you reach for his arm.
“No, don’t go yet, please stay.”
Rintaro looked at you, not knowing what to say, he saw the way your eyes became glossy and he couldn’t say no. This was his chance to be the shoulder you cried on, to bring you comfort that he couldn’t in your past life. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring until he heard your quiet whimper, taking his cold hand into your own.
“Of course,” he said in a soft tone, his voice hushed. Laying down next to you, he tried to take it slow so as to not shake you too much as his weight made the bed dipped.
“I just don’t wanna be alone tonight, y’know?” The man wanted to tell you that you didn’t have to explain yourself, he wouldn’t mind staying until you fell asleep but before he could interject, you finished your thought. “I’ve just been having nightmares all week,” you frowned, “I just wanted to feel safe.”
Few times in his life did Rintaro get the feeling he did then: you felt safe around him? Yet he didn’t ponder on it long, reeling himself back into the other thing you mentioned.
“Nightmares, what sort of nightmares?” His eyebrows furrowed.
“Mmm, I don’t know, there’s a big fire, and you’re there too.” Rintaro could hardly make out your words as you drifted into sleep. He knew it was memories of a past life, and he cursed himself that only the painful ones returned and plagued your sleep. He silently wished you’d see all the better ones.
He didn’t have a chance to answer, seeing as you had quickly fallen into slumber. He contemplated leaving, he needed to get back to his own place before the sun rose, surely you would come to understand.
As he stood up, he pressed a kiss against your forehead, seeing how innocent you lay there, unknowing of the life you had been born into. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered, but it was more like a prayer. He would give you the world if you wanted, even more, he would fight against the nature of his being and lasso the sun if you asked.
you two stepped into the cramped train, coming from the airport after a very long flight. though you both opted to take a taxi, the queue for the taxi was way worse than the waiting time for the cramped train.
“i‘m tired.” you mumble to your boyfriend, looking up at him with your eyes attempting to blink the sleep away.
“me too angel.” he whispers, bending down as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
with suna‘s right hand, he holds the luggage you both brought. it‘s a large black suitcase, and his back pack is on top of it, he holds it very securely. meanwhile his left is laid at the small of your back, kept there to hold you close, and to fend off predators.
“i feel like i can sleep standing up.” you say with a chuckle, but it‘s not a joke. with the fatigue from the long flight, the cramped train, and jet lag: you do believe you can sleep like this.
“that sucks.” suna mumbles, as though he doesn‘t care. but his eyes are already looking around the train for free seats, or seats that will be freed with the next stop. “we‘re going to be here for another hour or so,”
“i know.” you mumble into his chest, filling your senses with his smell, rather than the smell of the train that‘s making you feel worse. “just wanna sleep.” you add further.
suna looks at you, his hand moving to the back of your head, running his fingers through your scalp and softly caressing you. his lips then press another kiss to your forehead.
“you can lean on me and sleep, i‘ll hold you.” he whispers to you, his hands moving back to the small of your back. his hand pats your skin softly, lulling you to sleep.
“but you‘re tired too,” you softly say into his chest, worried for him. but he simply shakes his head and presses one more kiss, but this time to your temple.
“it‘s okay, i can sleep at home.” he assures you, his hands moving up and down your back for comfort. usually, you‘d protest more, but due to your fatigue, you simply nod.
suna watches you softly, smiling to himself before he presses one last kiss to your forehead. he himself might be tired, but he would rather be standing there sleepy and looking out for you, rather than to let you stand there tired with him.
because he, no matter what happens, suna rintaro promises he will always look after you.
+Bench presses three times your roundabout weight at the gym, records it (flexing afterwards with a smile on his face, as his shorts hang dangerously low on his hips and you swear you can see both his V lines and the beginning of his happy trail) and proudly shows it to you heavily hinting athow he can take the brunt of you riding his cock like an Amazon, while making sure to support you with his physical prowess and the strength, he certainly does not hide, of his shredded body so that your thighs do not burn, but instead slowly rock back and forth letting your walls clench around his thick length while he does all the work for you.
+ Bullshits that he knows how to deal with aphrodisiac ingredients, and that he is a pro in the kitchen, so he tries very hard to cook you a five course meal with recipes he found on the internet and that were even half decently made, but when it comes at the dessert, he says “I’d rather have you, as a dessert,” wanton and his eyes half lidded, because he might be a gentleman, as shown by the candle still burning in the middle of the table and the careful but elegant mise-En-place but he very much wants to lap and lick your pussy more than the passion fruit ice cream sitting in his freezer, looking into your eyes when you provide the only cream he actuallylikes.
+Tried to write verses of poetry for you and how he feels everytime that he sees you - which did not turn out very well, but he kept a rhyme and probably embarrassed himself reading them more than you did listening to them. However, as he makes a habit out of it, leaving you post-its or just simple scribbles of his ‘writing’, you find out that he also writes some other spicy ones (surprising better articulated) where he is sure you can’t see them and from which you get the idea that maybe he is very much into letting you give him head while he fingers you until you come on him and his leaking cock stuffs your throat, choking your moans.
warnings: bad writing, cheating, angst, both y/n and rin aren’t that good of people in this :(
a/n:in my angsty era again </3 reposting bc my tags weren’t working. anways this was inspired by (you guessed it) another mitski song! a loving feeling by mitski.
what do you do with a loving feeling?
or more importantly, what do you do with a loving feeling that comes from suna rintaro?
nowadays, you tend to ask yourself that question more often — if not everyday. it’s not as if you’re not used to feeling loved, you are, but almost all the time it’s platonic. and you’re starting to think that’s the problem.
because you know you’re never gonna get used to this sight in front of you.
for everyone else around you, the sight may be a pleasant, endearing, and might even put a smile to elderly couples’ faces as they reminisce about their own youthful days. but to you, it just leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.
because in front of you is suna rintaro with the girl he’s in love with. staring into her eyes deeply as she does the same to him, hand in hand and nuzzling their noses. that girl isn’t you. and that’s the problem.
and although it shouldn’t be a problem for you, since you said it was okay for him to pursue her, it is, because here you are at his and her engagement party, with a gift in your hand and a (fake) smile on your face for the ‘newest fiancés in town.’
it’s pitiful, really.
you should be happy for him. after all, he’s with the girl he loves so deeply, even if that girl isn’t you. you promised him that you’d eventually find your own happiness even if that means she wouldn’t be the root of it anymore. (if anything, he’s probably caused you more heart aches than happiness). besides, the relationship between the two of you (as rintaro would say even though you know it wasn’t true) was platonic. but shouldn’t your feelings be taken seriously as well?
honestly. suna rintaro is quite bold, considering the fact that he willingly invited you to his engagement party. you figured he might just be some sort of sadist. but does that make you a masochist for actually attending it?
for starters, you and rintaro have been in a, well — situationship. it started 6 months ago when him and his girlfriend (now fiance) got into a huge fight. it’s not like you were strangers before that, in fact, you both were childhood friends who stuck with each other through thick and thin.
the only problem with that was you were so stupidly in love with him, and you have been ever since you were kids. the second the argument went down, you were the first person he told and one thing led to another.
now of course, you couldn’t blame rintaro for only making the love you had for him ten times stronger once the situationship started, he was in the wrong for initiating the idea, but you were more wrong for going with it knowing that the feelings you had for him would only grow.
and recently, you noticed him acting strange. ignoring your calls, texting back extremely late, and — inviting you to hisengagement party?
you honestly just needed closure. if he wanted what the two of you had to end, then all he had to do was say so. it wasn’t fair that you had to find out he felt that way through an invitation from the mail.
which is why you impulsively walk to the 6′3 man stating, “we need to talk.”
rintaro’s previous smiling face is completely wiped off, visibly paling with each passing second when he sees the complete seriousness in your face.
his fiancé doesn’t notice, too enraptured by a conversation she’s having with one of her friends. you’re so used to receiving such cold treatment from rintaro in public that you don’t even flinch at his reaction. you knew that rintaro only showed his love for you in private.
whatever the case is, rintaro still decides to follow you.
“hey,” he swallows harshly, trying his best to maintain a neutral, “you wanted to talk?”
it gives you whiplash — the suna rintaro you know, the one you fell in love with, the down-to-earth and always calm rintaro is here standing in front of you like he’s a stranger. nothing about his facial expression currently says calm or down-to-earth.
“i just want closure, rintaro. i promise i’m not trying to ruin your relationship or whatever you think i’m plotting right now.”
his brows raise, as if what you’re saying makes no sense whatsoever, “what makes you think that?”
“that look on your face,” you scoff playfully, crossing your arms together “god, you’re looking at me like i’m some crazy ex. it’s just me, remember?”
he stares at you for a few seconds, mouth opening as if he’s about to argue but then closes his mouth with a sigh. at the gesture, you let out a laugh and suna could only do the same.
“so i’m guessing this is over?”
“i’m really sorry,” he says sheepishly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.
“don’t be,” grinning, (or rather, forcing one,) you hand him the gift bag you brought before taking a deep breath, “don’t cheat on her anymore, rintaro.”
he takes the bag, nodding his head once again before smiling, “i won’t.”
for months you’ve always wondered what you should’ve done with the loving feelings suna rintaro has given you. but in all honesty, you’re only starting to think that you should’ve thrown that loving feeling away from the start.
a/n: i hate myself but don’t worry bout it, so here’s another instance of me torturing miya!reader, i think she’s neat and suffering is fun <3 this is rlly just reader has a crisis about fuckin her older brothers’ friend + getting fingered by her brother(s) and a big fat thank to @pomsuki+@bakatenshii for givin this all a lookie look and @theygottheircages for being the final beta for this behemoth love u all mucho <33
note:there is a dash of miya twins x reader, and a light sprinklin’ of kita x reader
18+ university age | pls read all warnings
warnings:INCEST,blackmail, dubcon, alcohol, drug use (weed), degradation, dumbification(slight), anxiety, insecurity,jealousy, manipulation, coercion,public sex, dubcon pic,blood, no condom
readshow me+tell me first to understand readers plight!!!
your hands wrap around the edges of the sink, your gripping it so hard that you feel it could break in your hands. his arms wrap around your waist along with you bunched up skirt. your eyes are screwed shut as his cock abuses your cervix over and over. his groans fill the air of the slightly dirty club bathroom.
he hates that you’re embarrassed of your facial expressions when he’s pleasuring you. when your hands cover your face in embarrassment he detaches his lips from around your nipple and looks at you unamused. he had prepared for this. the cuffs that he attached to his headboard came in handy. with your hands successfully restrained he goes back to work on your nipples.
“never hide your pretty face from me.” he mumbles against your chest.
forces you to watch him eating you out from the mirror that he somehow nailed to the ceiling. watches you as he licks at your pussy and if you dare to look away from the mirror he will stop, leaving you whining and begging for more. every time you whine he spanks your pussy before softly rubbing your clit to ease the pain.
“just do as i say and i promise i’ll let you cum.”
you’re constantly being bugged by your parents to get in a relationship and suna needs to be married to get his inheritance. already being close friends, he poses that you two both get married to get your parents off your backs. this arrangement would’ve been easy and simple if you hadn’t fell in love with him, despite him being in a real committed relationship.
pairing : suna x fem!reader
genre & tropes : angst, very 18+, unrequited love, marriage of convenience
warnings : toxic relationships, cheating, toxic parents (+ more to be announced)
summary: visiting your parents while home from college should be stress free, unfortunately when you’re 25 and not even dating anyone that’s all your parents can even talk about.
At a young age you learned a vital lesson: never hesitate. Whether you’re rejecting a confession or staring down the sight of a gun, split second decisions have been ingrained in your blood, so when your best friend is brutally murdered the choice is simple.
You’ll stop at nothing to exact your revenge on the man who took her from you, even if it means facing the three men you’d spent years running away from.
Can you survive a deal with Embertide University’s very own Archdemons, or will your dark history with them bring everything you’re working toward crashing down?
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Step Brother!Suna, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa
At a young age you learned a vital lesson: never hesitate. Whether you’re rejecting a confession or staring down the sight of a gun, split second decisions have been ingrained in your blood, so when your best friend is brutally murdered the choice is simple.
You’ll stop at nothing to exact your revenge on the man who took her from you, even if it means facing the three men you’d spent years running away from.
Can you survive a deal with Embertide University’s very own Archdemons, or will your dark history with them bring everything you’re working toward crashing down?
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Step Brother!Suna, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
I can take anger. Hatred. Disgust. Even indifference. But I can’t handle the possessive longing and regret that fills Suna’s eyes as he glares at me. An ache I refuse to put a name to blooms in my chest so I let my hands fall back to my sides. I’m careful to keep a playful smile on my lips as I turn on my heel to walk away. I need to put distance between us. To escape the pull that still calls me to him. I won’t let old feelings- feelings that should be long forgotten- get in the way of my mission. I just need to focus.
My scalp burns where the strands of my ponytail are pulled tight, my head snapping back as I’m jerked backwards. I’m forced to my knees as the hand wrapped in my hair bends me backward at an unnatural angle. Iwaizumi’s face enters my field of vision, a snarl on his reddened face. “You are going to resign,” he growls. His teeth bared as he tightens his grip. “Whatever silly plan you have concocted in this thick skull of yours- forget it. Walk. Away.”
“You aren’t going to ruin this for us, Y/N.” Mattsun appears beside him, running a finger down my cheek to grip my chin. “You don’t belong here, so give up. Run away like the weak little girl you’ve always been.”
His words sting more than the rough grasp with which he forces me to keep his gaze. The truth of what they think rips the shattered pieces of me to the surface. Goosebumps cover my skin, a chill seeping in despite the warmth of the gymnasium. It would be easy to give in to the tears burning at the corners of my eyes. To lay myself bare before them and expose the darkness that they caused all those years ago. But I know them, even now after being away for so long. They won’t believe me. They don’t want to believe that me leaving was anything other than my choice to abandon them. So I blink back the tears, reinforcing the walls they batter against.
“Hah.” The laugh sounds bitter as I struggle to retain my indifference. “Don’t count on it, boys. As much as you may not like it, I’m here to stay.”
Suna joins them, all remnants of his previous emotions buried behind his own mask of indifference. He considers me for a moment before turning to head to where the rest of the team is beginning to warm up. “Leave her be. If our little puppet wants to compete in the trials, that is her decision. She knows we only play to win after all.”
Mattsun released my chin, walking after Suna with a frown. Iwaizumi seemed more reluctant to agree. Or maybe he just wanted to hurt me further. It was difficult to tell the difference between the two. Finally he removed his hand from my hair, shoving me forward in the process. I threw my hands out to catch myself before I collided with the floor. So fucking rude.
Whatever. I already knew the trials wouldn’t be an easy feat. I can handle anything they throw at me. They aren’t the only ones who play to win.
The contract for the Trials requires me to move into the campus house the volleyball team lives in. According to Tanaka and Noya this is so that none of the other competing teams can get to me when I am on my own. I hate it. All of the boys living here are barely out of their teens. And gross. I’ve already had to side step sweaty gym clothes tossed in a pile by the front door. Their living area is littered with overflowing trash cans. I’m honestly shocked they even bothered to use the bins at all. Looks like I will be acting as manager and their goddamn mother if I have to live here.
I’m grateful that I have the apartment Sugawara and the others are occupying to store most of my stuff in. Otherwise moving into the house would have been thoroughly exhausting. It took every ounce of restraint I had to keep myself from slapping the smirk right off of Iwaizumi’s face as he watched me carry all of my things inside and across the house to where my room sits. He could have helped me instead of just standing there, but of course he didn’t. He even went as far as to send all of the first years off on silly errands to ensure they couldn’t help me either.
Jackass.
I only saw Suna and Matsukawa long enough for them to give me their “house rules”. It’s amusing they think I will actually be subservient to them outside of the trials. The Embertide Archdemons are about to experience true hell.
I skip down the hallway, searching for a rule to break just to piss them off. Squeaky moans and the arrhythmic slap of skin seeps from beneath the door to the boys’ study. Their sanctuary. It must have pissed them off when they discovered me here before. “Under absolutely no circumstances are you to enter the study. Don’t even look at the door,” Suna had said, his voice stern. What better time to break this silly rule than when one of them is inside getting laid?
I adjust my skirt, pulling it up just far enough to guarantee that whichever of the boys is inside gets a glimpse of the bottom curve of my ass. Then I shift my face to show indifference and push the door open, letting it bang closed behind me.
Suna sits in one of the three plush armchairs that take over the space opposite the bar. The tiny brunette attempting to ride him squawks when I enter. Her already choppy pace stumbling to a halt. She glares at me indignantly. It must be so rude of me to interrupt her mediocre attempt to get my stepbrother off.
“I don’t remember telling you to stop,” Suna tells her, unconcerned by my presence. Almost as if he knew I would break his rules. Irritation ripples across my skin as I approach the bar, jumping to sit on its smooth surface and grabbing an open bottle of whiskey. I don’t bother with a glass, instead I just bring the bottle to my lips and sip.
“But ‘Tarou!” the brunette whines. I bite back a laugh as I watch his jaw clench at the nickname. He’s never liked them. I was the only one who could ever get away with using them. Yet he doesn’t correct her. I snort, earning a glare from the half naked girl.
“Make her go away so that I can make you feel good,” she purrs.
“Oh I’m not leaving.”
“You chose to be part of the trials, so if he tells you to leave you have to listen.” Her glare is frostier than the milkshakes I dip my fries in. Oh. Everything clicks into place. Her anger isn’t over my interruption. She wanted the manager position. A guaranteed spot in Suna’s bed for the year. How hilarious.
“Tell you what,” I pause sipping more of the whiskey as I hold her gaze. “If you can get him off in the next three minutes, without him moving to help you, I will withdraw from the trials and resign as manager.” Her dark eyes lit up like sunbeams with the challenge. She takes people at their word too easily.
I watch as she focuses back on Suna, her hips grinding against him. Her skirt is bunched around her waist giving me a clear view of where his cock enters her. She isn’t even fully seated on him, leaving several inches untouched. The greenest of envy thrums in time with my heartbeat. I turn my gaze out across the room, attempting to push down the wave of possession crawling its way to the surface within me.
That should be me. I should be the one riding him. The queen by his side (not that this whiny bitch is anything more than a temporary plaything). I should be taking his cock, his heart, his cum. It belongs to me. It has always belonged to me. Mine. Suna is mine.
My head falls back, my eyes closed as I let myself fall into the fantasy of what could- should- have been. Of his length, longer than it is girthy but still filling, wrapped in my palm. The way it would twitch in my hand as I laved my tongue across his tip to taste him.
I want him to know. To have a taste of what our future would have been.
My hand drifts down along my neck, over the curve of my breast, still dropping lower over my abdomen. I let my knees fall apart. I feel the moment his eyes find me. The beat of my heart matches the rhythm of a wild stampede. Exhilarating. I have never wanted him to take his eyes off of me.
My fingers rub against my core over my panties. I’m wet. Always wet. For him. For them. My free hand fists the edge of my skirt, dragging it up. He needs to see what he does to me. How soaked I am from just watching this whore fuck him.
My fingers aren’t as rough as I imagine his to be. Not as thick. Pulling my panties to the side I watch his eyelids flutter, a deep groan vibrating from his chest as he watches me.
“Oh god, ‘Tarou! You feel so good!”
A snarl forms on my lips, but before I can speak Suna does it for me. “Don’t talk, Hana.” His gaze never leaves me.
I drag my fingers between my folds, gathering some of the wetness there. I know he can see the way I listen as I bring them to my mouth. My tongue darts out, licking my own essence from the digits. I use the additional wetness to rub small circles in my clit. Just enough to slowly build up an orgasm.
The room is full of the sounds of her skin slapping his. Their melody masking the lewd noises my body was making. “Harder,” Rin commands, his pale eyes as dark as the night sky. The stormy quality to his voice sends shivers down my spine. I’m soaking the bar beneath me, but I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed.
Sinking two fingers into my core I swallow a moan. My teeth sink into the inside of my cheek, biting back the words threatening to spill off my tongue. I need more. I want to rip her off of him and claim what should have been mine. To feel the stretch of his cock filling me. My fingers brush against the most sensitive spot in me, my head falls back. A whimper slips from my now parted lips.
Suna growls, standing abruptly and knocking the brunette to the floor. “Get out.”
A flash of satisfaction replaces her confusion as she watches him stalk toward me, his cock thick and hard beneath the condom that encases it. Her expression falls as he turns to glare at her. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Hana.” She jumps to her feet, defeat and furious anger contorting her features as she stomps across the floor. The door to the study rattles in its frame as she slams it behind her, but my attention is already back on the towering frame above me.
I can feel his warmth as it washes over me, even without any physical contact between us. My breaths are ragged, but full of him. Bergamot and sandalwood and something that’s just pure Rin. It’s a heady mixture. My head swims as I watch him dispose of the condom, his palms wrapping around himself as he watches me. I can’t catch my breath. Can’t look away. The fire in me reaches its peak, his movements matching the pace of my own fingers as they pump in and out of my core.
“Come, little puppet, like the attention seeking slut you are.”
The world spins. My vision spotting with white as I fall apart before him. Everything is muted, the only thing I can focus on is the ecstasy rushing through my veins, the groan that emanates from Rin’s chest, and the warmth of his cum as it coats the inside of my thighs. My chest heaves with my release. My eyes closed.
As sounds start to trickle back in, a bone deep coldness settles over me. Bile rises in my throat at the sticky feel coating my skin. Even with the comfort of his scent to stop me from falling back into darkness I feel nothing but regret. I hate him for making me this way. For taking something that should have been so good for us and ruining it.
Suna’s jaw clenches so tight I’m surprised I don’t hear his teeth break. I don’t try to hide the way I feel from him. He deserves to see my misery, to feel his own at my hands.
Before I can push myself from the bar he has tucked himself back into his pants. “Clean your mess off of my bar, Y/N.” He walks away, indifference spread across his features once again. My regret burns hotter. I feel like Icarus must have when he got too close to the sun.
This was what I wanted wasn’t it? His anger? His indifference? So why does my chest feel more hollow than ever?
no matter how far apart you two might be, suna always lets you know when you’re in his thoughts. although sometimes you wish he didn’t.
cw: phone sex, male masturbation, fem!reader, established relationships, not edited, suna misses his wife.
Rintaro knows he shouldn’t be doing this, however he doesn’t care in the slightest. Reaching over his bed and grabbing his phone - swiping up to punch in his password code which was your birthday, he unlocks his phone. His finger scrolling through his contacts until it comes to “Wifey.” He smirks to himself, as he admires the contact photo he had saved for you. It’s a picture of you sleeping, with drool dribbling down your chin - you’d kill him if you ever found that out, however he’s not worried about that right now.
Before he double clicks on your number to call, he stops. Taking in a deep breath, he wonders. Would you be angry at him for calling so late, were you asleep? He hated being away from home, so far across the sea from where his heart resides — mainly for the sole reason that he can’t be with you, waking up each morning with your body tangled in his. His chest rumbles as he lets out a deep sigh, he opts for sending a text message instead. ‘Hey.’ It read, if you replied, great — he’d call, if you didn’t? That’s fine too, he could relieve himself on his own.
