Toxic!men who just want something casual....and so casually forgot to mention it every time he flirted with you. When he commented on how sexy you were, pushing some hair our of your face and tucking it behind your ear. The way he'd look at you with those fucking bedroom eyes. You fell hard. And how could you not? You were under the impression that this was the talking stage, you were ready to settle with this man the second hed tell you he wanted you. And God, he knew exactly how to use his body to lure you in like a fish on a hook. Those biceps flexing when hed stretch, watching his shirt raise slightly to see his prominent v lines. The little whimper/groan hed let out, and goodnes...that man spread. You could see how big he was through his pants. He would always tease you about the two of you getting together, of course it wasn't a surprise that you were under the impression he was flirting with you.
At least it shouldn't have been a surprise.
Hes got you bend over in a mating press, your knees borderline touching your shoulders as he rammed his thick cock in and out of you with such a brutal force, the grin he kept on his face as he glared down at you. As you were wailin and squeezing around his cock, he couldn't help but chuckle through his breath above you, swear dripping down his face and falling onto your own. Hed slip his hand past your bodies and choke you quite harshly until your face turned colors. Your vision growing spotty as you struggle to gasp for air, and the sight of you like this only spurred him on more. As he let go of your throat, his pace never faltering, you take a sharp gasp for air, coughing as it feels like a dagger in your throat. All hendid was laugh above you, feeling his high approaching. Truth be told he hadn't cared if you came, it was just your luck that you did. Many times, of course. His shit eating grin began to waver, his brows knitting together as his cock twitched inside of you. On the verge of cumming, he buried his face in the pit of your neck; the force and weight of his body on top of yours nearly knocking more air out of your already tired body. You did your best to wrap your arms around him as you groaned in pain mixed with pleasure. His groans grew softer more like moans, darw you say. Hearing and feeling him grow more tame against you brought a warm feeling through you.
" i..- I love you.."
A small whisper that'd made him gasp while he came. A stiffled grin leaving him as his eyes rolled back into his head.
As his body grew limp he slowly rolled off of you after cumming deep inside of you. Youd felt the gooey mess inside of you and, honestly, you weren't a fan. It was not a fun feeling, but you'd do anything for him.
A heavy silence fell between you two. Hed honestly expected you to fall asleep but you hadn't. A smile remained on your face as your breathing leveled and you stared at the ceiling. To you, this was comforting. You him? It was the most grueling and awkward expirence ever. Whyd you say that...? That was weird of you..
With a groan you heard and felt him lift from your bed, the weight and warmth that had been there vanishing as he got up.
Confused, you raise up and clutch your blanket close.
" what.. what's wrong?"
You hear him suck in through his teeth, his clothes already on as he buttoned his pants up. He looked at his phone then at you with an embarrassed look.
" yeah- I uh... forgot. I gotta go."
And without a word..he left.
Your eyes widen as your mouth opens as if ready to protest, but norhing comes out. Not a peep. Your mouth shut immediately as you watched him turn the nob of your door.
You hadn't heard from him in months, you'd sent texts saying, 'Hey! Can we talk?' And more. Yet, he wouldn't even give you the satisfaction of being left on read. He'd moved on. And this was his way of forcing you to.
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When and why (my selection) Inarizaki Players lost their V-card :3
All into/after college, if someone doesn't fall within that send me a msg i might've missed it
Osamu: After they graduate, being barely more responsible than his brother he most likely didn't fuck his partner for a good few months he would still make 'em cum over and over despite his lack of experience #fastlearner
Atsumu: oh you whore, listen, a man who yearns is a man who earns. He will wait until after he graduates hs but good gods have mercy on his first victim partner fuck it even fwb. Anywhere, Anytime. He'll grow out of it in his 2nd/3rd year of college hopefully. I should lowk write a fic abt this..
Suna: Not a drug freak 😒 but still a teen/young adult. I'd imagine he'd be too nervous to go that far until mid freshman year of college. And good LAWD he's pathetic. *cough* ahem anyway..
Kita: Another responsible king ilh 🙌 He absolutely would wait until after hs and they'd have to be dating a good while before actually freaking it. Many conversations, rules and boundaries ofc safe word practice yk what's up.
Aran: Much much like Kita this man will wait until graduation/college and given they've been dating/talking consistently ofc. He doesn't mind if they're tg or not as long as they're comfortable.
hiiii can i request “it…it was for a dare…?” with suna & sakusa 🥹💗
obviously.
r. suna. | my drug, my addiction.
cw: angst no comfort, established relationship to break up, gn! reader.
wc: 674.
notes: im regretting putting those angst prompts there. not proofread.
Suna had asked you to meet him at the kids park near the school. This wasn't a normal request, but it wasn't too out-of-the-ordinary either. Maybe he simply wanted to hang out and thought that would be the easiest spot to meet up?
You sighed while sitting at the swings, aimlessly kicking your feet and causing your body to gently rock between the strong chains. Your phone had yet to receive a notif from Suna about his arrival.
"Practice is probably just taking some extra time."
You whispered to yourself, a quiet excuse as you watched the orange and red hues of the sunset dye the fluffy clouds adorning the sky. Your first date with Suna was at the sunrise, an accident date after you pulled an all-nighter for exams and he had early morning practice.
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Deciding to get fresh air, you stepped out of your front door, yawning and stretching as you peeked into your mailbox?
"Y/n?"
His voice rang like soft silk, making your head slowly turn to the side. You smiled up at your newly established boyfriend, Suna, greeting him with an enthusiastic, yet groggy voice,
"Rintarō!"
Said man slowed from his jog to stand in front of you, curiously asking what you were doing up so early, then chuckling at your explanation. He shook his head, giving you a once-over as he cocked his head,
"Let's walk a little? Sunrise is soon."
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Maybe it was fitting, that this would all end the same way it would begin. What goes up, must always come down, just as the sun must rise and set.
He seemed off, your head tilted to the side curiously as Suna shuffled towards you in his tracksuit. You smiled up at him from the swings,
"How was practice, Rintarō?"
"Fine."
Quick, curt, straightforward. You blinked at the rushed response, awkwardly laughing it off. Maybe practice was rough. Clearing your throat you continued to sway on the swing set, awkwardly beginning,
"So... what are we meeting here for?"
Suna paused, almost hesitant as he sighs, turning to look awa from you. Your eyes trail his blank face, his sharp eyes snapping from the sand to your face. What was the kindest way to let you down? Maybe there was none, not that it really mattered to him.
"Let's end this. Us."
"End this?"
You echoed, voice strained and eyes blown wide. you wanted to stand up, argue, plead, scream, but your knees felt like jelly as you watched how his flat eyes looked you up and down.
"Yeah. 'S not like I've actually been interested in you."
How could he say these things? Out of the blue? You genuinely believed this was going well! Walking each other home, studying together, helping with homework. Sharing notes. Was.... was he leeching off of you? He never really studied... And 'helping' was a generous way to describe giving him answers. It was obvious. It was never real.
"Sorry, but, I'm not into you like that. You're cool and everything, but...."
He trailed off, but his words became nothing more than buzzing, hollow, meaningless attempts at comfort. Your eyes burned from not blinking, meek voice asking him as though his answer would ever help you.
"Why?"
Even Suna felt bad for the answer he had to give you. He knew it was sick, and to see the way your eyes swelled up with tears made him regret ever agreeing. Was 3000 yen really worth it? Worth making an a girl cry, one who was so undeserving of such treatment. He sighed, shaking away his guilt to deal with later.
"....Was a bet."
You knew, the moment those words slipped from his mouth, everything you ever knew broke away. Your life was permanently changed after five months of something you thought was real was nothing more than a sick joke.
Silence filled the space between the both of you, and Suna gave a polite farewell, turning around and leaving for you to silently tear up as the sky turned dark navy.
enemies-to-lovers with suna. The saga continues. He starts having oddly vivid dreams about you. Some of them are wet dreams, but some of them are actually wholesome about you guys doing cute stuff together and he wakes up a little more refreshed than usual whenever he has those good dreams. He had a bad dream once though about you getting physically hurt or was in pain and he was distraught for the entire week. You ask whats wrong and hes too embarrassed to say anything. You just think its weird hes been oddly protectively lately.
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sakusa kiyoomi loves bubble wrap. as a kid whenever his mother would open packages he’d immediately go and snatch up the wrap and pop it as he watched tv. now as an adult, when opening his own packages you see him completely by passing the product in the box at first and taking a fist of the wrap - squashing it all at once - and pausing.he’s still with the wrap balled in his fist. it’s like his brain is soaking it in. once he’s done , he will proceed with his package.
sakusa kiyoomi has a thing for long eyelashes. he himself has long, thick lashes. they’re very curly and hard not to notice. he always feels when one falls and he always. makes. a . wish. on. it. he’ll hold the small hair on his large finger, muttering under his mask and then lifting the mask to blow it. when he met you, he’s always quick to chime a ,” oh , you have a lash,” and he carefully takes it in his hand so you can blow it with a wish.
sakusa kiyoomi cries when he expresses his feelings. personally, i do this too and it comes from two things . first being that because he doesn’t do it often, it really overwhelms him when it bubbles over and second being that he doesn’t understand why he can’t articulate how he feels. it’s very frustrating for such an intellectual person to not be able to understand how he feels. so when he vents - he ponders for a bit, he may even stutter and his voice becomes thin, weak like glass. tears wash over his pretty lash line and spill when you tell him to take his time. it’s a very difficult thing to take dow his walls, and he cannot help but to be super emotional when doing so.
sakusa kiyoomi - does in fact- not smell like sanitiser ; but very strong lavender AND HEAR ME OUT N O W.
my first point of reasoning is that kiyoomi likes clean things, he likes feeling clean and smelling clean. his sister has a lavender tree at her home and he once grabbed some, the feeling of the liquid held in the leaves on his fingers. he brought it up to his nose and he was inlove. immediately got his own and got EVERYTHING lavender scented.
second point, kiyoomi is a pisces and he’s going to be inclined to feeling anxious a lot. he doesn’t like crowds. lavender is used commonly for anxiety relief and relaxation. kiyoomi tries to make it as strong as possible so that he can simply sniff his jacket if he’s feeling too overwhelmed. it’s a big comfort to him.
suna rin has an abnormally high body temperature. it’s mainly because of his high metabolism, but really he can’t explain it. he can’t wear anything warm and he always takes off his school blazer five minutes into registration. when you first felt his hand, you were severely taken aback by the feverish warmth of it. you asked if he was sick and he shook his head in confusion. you felt his neck, his forehead- same story. rin was just extremely warm. he loves putting his warm palms up your sides or on your cheeks, squishing them together and placing fat kisses on them. he’s your personal heater - and although he gets quite bothersome during summer- he will not be considerate. despite your pleas of “ rin, you’re hot-”,” oh? thanks , babe, but it’s bedtime-”,“get off me.” he will not move. he wants his cuddles.
suna rin doesn’t like babies. he likes kids, not babies. he will straight up say that a baby is ugly if provoked. even unprovoked too😭. will straight out say ‘ damn, that’s an ugly ass child’ earning glares from everyone around you. it’s funny , for the most part , how his words contradict with his actions . said ‘ugly ass child’ is in his arms a few moments later and he looks as if he was born to hold it. he peers down at the babe affectionately, cooing at it, and when you’re alone with the baby he musters ,” aren’t you the ugliest little thing?” in the sweetest voice he can. you nearly choke on your laughter, slapping his arm and telling him to quit it. still thinks the kid is ugly.
suna rin got the habit of taking pictures of everything from his mother. she loves capturing moments and even as a child she’d often take pictures of him doing mundane things such as playing with his baby sister or talking to his dad. rin grew up with the sentiment because he always wanted to remember little things for entertainment and the fondness of the memory. he takes candid pictures of you, sneezing or sleeping even, his answer to your many enquiries have the same answer : “ i never wanna forget anything that happens when i’m with you. “ for a second you think someone’s taken your actual boyfriend, but when he scoffs at your warm cheeks- calling you a simp- you’re sure he’s just the sweetest person you’ve ever met naturally .
atsumu miya is scared of butterflies. he thinks their little legs are absolutely horrific , and they’re basically flying ants. when his family visited the butterfly farm years ago, they put one on his palm and he immediately burst into tears. he shook his hand to remove it and when his mother calmed him down he explained that ,” it jus’ feels so icky, ma! they’re gross!” and he NEVER spoke of it again. whenever you see a butterfly and grab your phone for a picture, he grimaces. “ why do you like those ugly things, babe? they’re fuckin’ awful.” he mutters to you. you give him a bored look, and retort quickly ,” you mean you’re awful- and you have no balls an-“,” heYY WATCH IT!”
atsumu miya is the hairiest man you’ll ever meet. it’s just everywhere. thick, dark brown hair coats his arms, legs, chest at a young age, he has a wild happy trail and his eyebrows are extremely thick. they used to be very unkept until highschool , when he was made fun of for both his eyebrows and trail- so he shaved them. in college he became less self conscious, and you started tweezing his brows for him. he would sit you on his lap, watching you focus and yelping every few minutes. “ ah- baby, gentle with me now,” he whines softly.you mutter a small apology and rub the now hairless spot, to which he hums and holds your waist tighter.
atsumu miya is a daddy’s boy. he’s so close with his father it’s crazy. his mother tended to side with osamu, and she was the one who taught him to cook, so atsumu just leaned towards his dad. of course, the man never minded it and took in all the love his son had to give. they spoke about everything, and on his dad’s 70th birthday atsumu had gotten him a new car. there was a letter on the front seat that read ,” i could never give back what you did for me, papa, but i’ll try anyways. just know that when i’m workin’ hard , i’m tryin’ ta be like you.” they both cried that day. it was beautiful.
a/n: one of my lovely moots requested some suna headcanons, and i am trying to branch out and post more than one head canon daily <3 enjoy!
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•suna loves matcha tea, and he makes his own lattes before school almost every morning
•suna, osamu, and atsumu go skating together every now and then, but none of them are good at it so they just look like idiots. suna is just proud he is not the worst out of the three.
•suna sneaks snacks into the movies, and he once shoved an entire entree up his hoodie and didn’t get caught
•suna loves honeydew
•suna let’s his sister paint his nails, but only on one hand. he never bothers to take it off
•suna tried getting one of atsumu and osamu’s fights posted to worldstar but it was rejected because it wasn’t “intense” enough
•suna has to sleep with a fan on, and if it is turned off while he is sleeping, he will immediately wake up to turn it back on
•suna wears “chanel bléu” cologne
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Happy New Years all! I hope to deliver stories we all desire for and complete my other ones lol
Warning: I'm starting the year with a bang of explicit contents (sorry not sorry) 18+
First part <<<>>> Third part
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Two Christmas ago, Rintarou had hired an escort to be his plus one for their Japan Volleyball Association Winter Gala.
Your friend, Wendy, who is an escort, could not go after catching a stomach flu. Since middle school, you two have been mistaken plenty of times as sisters when you two had no blood relationship whatsoever.
Wendy had begged you on her knees, willing to pay you double the cost just for you to take her spot for one night because she can’t risk losing this job, so she would rather risk having you take her spot.
Knowing you could use the money, you agreed.
You pretend to be Wendy for the night under the alias name of Vylet.
That night was only supposed to be your fake Cinderella story.
You were only supposed to be his escort, a professional that served a purpose.
Your first initial impression of Suna Rintarou changed throughout the night. From someone who was very serious and almost no expression changed as you got to know him.
He’s not so bad, you thought at one point. He was actually funny, sarcastic yet kind. He was nothing but a gentleman to you.
And a gentleman in bed.
Exactly like Cinderella, you left his warm bed after midnight, with him deeply asleep.
You returned to your normal life, returning to your job working as a librarian. Hiding behind thick rim glasses and the exotic book you sneak to read during your passing time.
Two days after that amazing night, you would have never imagine the seven missed calls and over thirty text messages from Wendy was going to change your life.
Call me ASAP.
Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?
THIS GUY IS FUCKEN CRAZY!
WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME!
You flinched the moment you returned her call, and she was yelling at you.
“He wants you!” Was the first thing she shouted. “He fucken wants you again!”
Forget a hello.
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“You need to calm down,” you whisper, walking away to a quiet room. Good thing the library was closing and there wasn’t many people left. “What are you talking about?”
Wendy takes a deep breath. “He came to my work place today asking for me… asking for you!”
You’re so confused. “Who?”
“SUNA RIN!” You flinched, holding the phone away from your ear. “Suna Rin, the guy you banged!”
You’re still confused. “What? Why?”
“You tell me! You probably gave him some good ass sex so he’s coming back. He came in and directly talked to my manager, asking for me – asking for you – that was me. Wanted a to reserve me for a months’ time.” She paused to breathe, “I had no idea, when I went to meet him the first thing that came out of his mouth was, ‘You’re not Vylet.’.”
She yelled your name again, “you gotta help me… we need to tell him the truth or else he’s going to get me fired. First… you weren’t supposed to sleep with him and second… he knows the truth.” Her voice whined, “I can’t get fired Y/n… you gotta meet him.”
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Two days later, you still haven’t found the courage to message Suna Rintarou.
Wendy’s patience was running low, and she was begging you to reach out to him. He gave her three days for you to reach out to him.
“Is it three full days or two full days and at midnight of the third –“ your muttering gets cut off at the sound of someone clearing their throat.
You calmly turned your head, and you nearly lost your balance on the gliding ladder when you realized who it was. The library book you were trying to put back in its original spot slipped from your grip falling onto the carpet floor with a loud thud.
Like a fool you fumble to regain your grip on the wooden ladder. “You…”
He steps forward, pushing himself off the book shelves, “me, Suna Rintarou.” He nodded his head downward, to indicate for you to step down.
Very carefully and painfully slow, you stepped down with one hand while the other pressed behind your behind. It was not a good day to wear a below the knee-length flowy skirt.
To be fair, it was ten minutes to closing time and your other coworkers would round up everyone to close up so you didn’t think you would have to worry about anyone coming to find you. Besides, you were all female librarians and you all wore skirts.
A palm is thrusted towards you, “let me help you.”
“I can manage, thank you.” You mumble, taking the last four steps. He had already grabbed the fallen book, holding it by his side. “I can… take that.”
He shifts his hand, keeping it away from you when you attempted to reach for it. “I’ve been looking and waiting for you.”
Normally, if you had read that line in a novel, it would have gotten your heart racing and panties bunching up. You liked men who were straight forward. Especially your male-lead characters.
Now, a hot ass stud is saying that to you in real life.
“I was… going to reach out.” You mutter quietly.
He leans down, a brow raised. “Were you?”
You can only nod, speechless.
“You had me fooled, Vylet.”
“I’m sorry.” Is all you can blurt.
“Are you?” Something flashes in his eyes, and you swallow the lump in your throat. “You see, Vylet,” his finger touches your jaw, “you hurt me by leaving that night like that. I thought what we shared was deep and more than a fling?” His green eyes were captivating, making you feel hypnotized. “Do you know how I feel not only waking up alone? But to wanting you again and request for you only to be greeted by another face?”
With each tiny step you took backwards, he took a full one to make sure there are no space in between you two. “At first glance, I almost thought she was you, but it only took me a few seconds to realize, she was not you.” You froze in place when he lowers his head until the tip of his nose brushes against your neck. A finger tugs at your turtle neck and you knew what he was looking for, “because she didn’t have the mark I gave you.”
You gasp the moment you made it home and saw your reflection in the mirror. You had one very large hickey in plain sight and many others scattered everywhere else. Even your turtle neck tops could not completely hide the prominent red mark.
Were you so lost in your exotic mind that you didn’t even realize he was a non-blood sucking beast?
Snapping out of your lost thoughts, you gently slapped his hand away and took a full step back, adjusting your clothes. “I’m sorry I deceived you. I’m sure by now you know why and what happened, and I am truly sorry… your feelings were hurt, Mr. Suna.”
His brows rose and head tilted, “you seriously going to call me Mr. Suna after I had you screaming Rin that night?”
“Can you not talk so loud.” You gritted, you peeked behind him, it was a matter of time before someone will find him. “I said I’m sorry,” you whispered.
“You’re not off the hook just because you apologized.”
Your ears perked as you hear the click of one of your co-worker’s heels.
Coming closer.
“It’s closing time, you need to leave.” You tried to turn him around, but he wouldn’t budge.
“What was that?” Rin suddenly said loud and clear, purposedly. You narrowed your eyes at him, and he continued speaking loudly, “how are you going to make –“
“The library is closed now, please see your way to the exit.” It was your supervisor’s voice.
“Rin,” you whispered, “I’ll do whatever you want, just… go.”
“What time do you get off?”
You blink, “what?”
His eyes are leveled with yours; you don’t realize the height difference until now. “I asked you what time you get off, I don’t want you running away on me again. We’re going to talk tonight, after you get off of work.”
A deep sigh leaves your lungs, “thirty minutes top if there aren’t too many books to be put back.”
“I’ll wait for you in the parking lot then,” a fast hand snakes behind the back of your head and your lips are pressed against his. Your body betrays you, your eyes closing, your mouth opens to meet his hungrily too.
He pulls away, leaving you both breathless and lips tingling. “If you run away, I’ll find you.”
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The cold winter air hits you as soon as you exit the library doors. You shrink further into the fluffy soft scarf around your neck.
His car… you’re positive it’s his car because a normal person wouldn’t ride their fancy expensive sports car to the library.
The car shifts into gear and reverses out of the parking space. Your feet stops, it’s him, right?
The dark tinted window rolled down, “what are you waiting for? Get in?”
You fumble with the seatbelt in his car when two large hands takes over, buckling you in place. He looks at you with amused eyes, “let’s go?”
“Where are we going?”
“To eat.”
The thirty-minute car ride was the longest of your life. Neither of you spoke so you listen to him quietly sing along to some songs he had playing quietly.
Pretty face and nice voice, you thought.
But your mind reverts back to your inner consciences.
The angel that’s sitting on your right shoulder is asking you why you are sitting in the car with this man you barely know of. “This is a red flag!”
The devil on your left shoulder responds snarky, “barely know of? Homegirl got the best D from this guy – she knows this man.”
You shake your head, shooing the unhelpful voices in your head.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything to you.” Rin answers, as if heard the voices. “Yet.”
You look at him from the corner of your eyes, pushing your glasses up. “What exactly do you want from me?”
With one hand on the steering wheel and looking straight ahead, he was the perfect image you imagine when you’re reading your novel and the author describes the male lead’s physique driving.
Sharp jawline.
Define nose.
“Done checking me out?”
You make a face at him when he quickly glances over at you with a grin on his face. “Yes,” you answered.
He shifts his focus back on the road, his other hand rubs his chin. “What exactly do I want from you, you ask?” he paused, “I have two answers for you, which one do you want first?”
“What kind of answers are they?”
“Good ones, of course.”
Letting out a huff and puff, “what are your answers?”
He holds one finger up and doesn’t hesitate to respond, “one, I want sex with you again. In my bed, preferably. Like, as much as possible.” A second finger pops up, “and two, I want to continue what we had that night, meaning, being no-strings but exclusive to each other because I don’t want to share you.”
This man has been nothing but upfront with you.
You’ve read these lines in your exotic romance novels plenty of time and now you’re beating yourself as you would always wish for a hot male blood to say this to you.
And how you could see yourself agreeing to have no-string-attachment relationships.
And now, you have someone saying it to you and you’re not sure how you feel about it.
Your mouth opens but no words come out. You close your mouth and inhale sharply.
“Are you normally this straightforward and honest?” you glance at him.
His head bobbles as he ponders, “yeah, you could say.” He looks at you for a second before eyes are on the road again. “Definitely straightforward but honest, maybe a little bit more honest than usual because it’s you.”
“Why?” you ask quietly after a few seconds of silence. “I am nothing in your league. As you can see, I’m just a librarian and I obviously don’t look like I did that night.”
Wendy had completely transformed you that night, turning you into someone even you couldn’t recognize under all that heavy expensive makeup.
“I don’t have an answer for you right now, maybe later? But all I can tell you right now is that I am obsessed with you for some reason, and I cannot shake it off.” You feel him glance over at you, “for the record, I don’t normally get attached to anyone.” After a solid minute, “you don’t get it, do you?”
Looking at him with confused look, “get what?”
He doesn’t answer you, but you guys pull up in front of a tall building. “Let’s go eat.”
You trail behind him as he leads you towards the elevator. The place was fancy and sophisticated.
Like a gentleman, he holds the elevator doors until you enter before following you. “Back to our conversation in the car, you don’t get it, do you?”
“No.” You replied, looking at him from the reflection of the doors.
In a heartbeat, you’re barricaded by his arms. He lowers himself until he’s eye level with you, “it means that you made it challenging for me get over you and no matter what I do the last couple of days, you’re all I want.”
His face comes closer to yours, his lips only inches centimeters away but it doesn’t touch yours.
Yet.
His eyes are on your lips and his head tilts and just before what you felt like he was going to kiss you, the door dings open.
He looks just as disappointed as you, his tongue clicks, and he steps back from you. “Come, let’s go eat.”
You don’t complain when he takes you by your hand leading you and you pray your palm doesn’t become sweaty.
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“Order whatever you like please, this meal is on me.”
Your eyes scan the menu, and everything was insanely expensive. “I’ll have whatever you’re having too.”
His gaze on you for a second before his lips curve, “sounds good.”
You stare awkwardly at each other after the waitress walks away after taking your orders. “I’m not sure… so,” you crack your knuckles. “So, so you want to be,” you lean in and whispered, “friends with –?”
He seems amused at everything you’ve been saying. “Fuck buddies… friends with benefits… sure? That’s what I want. Are you down?”
“Friends with no benefits.” You corrected. You waited until he gave you his full undivided attention. “Just sex. No staying the night, no dinner like this, nothing that will come with feelings.”
Rin stares at you for a few seconds. “Okay but let’s finish this dinner as part of sealing the deal.”
“Part?”
“And then we go back to my place and complete the final part.”
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The headboard of Rin’s bed knocked into the wall with each hard thrust.
You didn't get the chance to finish your food before he got up and came around to pull you out of your seat and walking out of the restaurant.
The elevators went up many floors and into private hallways.
Apparently, he lived in the same building.
“Ah! Ri – Rin!” he thrust particularly hard, hitting deep. He’s held down both your wrists keeping you from touching him. His mouth is busy sucking on the skin of your neck.
As soon as your top came off and he saw the visible yet healing mark he left days ago. His thumb pressed against the purple shade skin. “Your skin is so beautiful… I want to mark every inch of it.”
And he did. Everywhere.
“Rin,” you moaned when his thrusts fasten. The pressure is released from your wrist and large hands pushes your thighs into your chest. Your inner thighs had teeth markings all over.
His eyes follow your line of vision, and he gives your thighs a handful squeeze. “You have…” he thrusts deep and grinds his hips, “the most exquisite body I have ever touched…” he chokes on his words and grins, “fuck… squeeze me like that… your pussy is heaven…”
His hips roll thrice before you shiver in ecstasy.
Your body jerks momentarily before Rin follows.
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.
“You’re up to something… I don’t know what but something about you is different.”
You look up at Wendy with confusion. It has been a few weeks since you last saw her, or talked to her.
Because you have also been busy with a certain person. “I’m not up to anything at all?”
Her eyes narrow suspiciously at you. “You’re… glowing. Not in a pregnant way but like… your skin is like poppin’ and you just reek…” she gasped, “you’re sleeping with someone, aren’t you!?”
You make a face at her and grit, “can you keep your voice down please!”
Her eyes widen, “with that dude?”
You mutter a yes, stuffing your mouth with food.
“Wow. So, are you two a thing?”
You shake your head, “no.”
“So, you two just fucking each other?”
“Your mouth is so vulgar.”
Wendy sneer, “please, I’m sure a face like Suna, his mouth is nothing but filth in bed, right?”
You don’t answer because she is damn right.
A few hours ago, he unexpectedly stopped by your library during your lunch break. He showed up with food and together you both sat in his car eating in the back of the library parking lot. This was only an exception since he was going to be gone for four days overseas for a game.
With less than ten minutes left, he was determined to make use of it.
You gave him a wary look as he pat his thighs, “come here.” Your heart leaps every time when he makes such fucken sexy demands. But you don't allow him to get away with it every time. You raise a brow at him, and his cheeky ass would flash a smile at you before adding, “please.”
With only nine minutes left, you climb over the middle console and swing your legs over his lap. Your legs widen to accommodate his thick muscular thighs.
Which you adored grazing your palm against when you’re on your knees with him inside of your mouth.
The top of your head meets the top of his car, and you hold onto his shoulders for support as he lifts your skirt until he can slip his hand underneath, fingers hooking your panties aside. “You’re so wet already?”
“Just hurry, you got seven minutes now.”
He hums and press his face against your breast, “stop wearing so many clothes. I don’t have enough time to undo these fucken small buttons.” You had your blouse on as well as your cardigan over, it wasn’t your fault he showed up at work with your usual work attire. “Lower your hips, baby.” He chuckles and you know why, “you love it when I call you baby, huh? You clench tighter.” Lately he’s been cocky about doing things to you or saying things to you to rail you up and loving the reaction he gets out of it.
Glancing up at you with his green puppy eyes he asks, “can I call you baby all the time now?”
His long fingers slips wholly inside of you and slap a hand over your mouth – remembering you guys are out in public.
You feel a pinch and gasp, looking down at him as he bites your breast through the clothing materials. “Give me permission, or else I won’t let you cum on my fingers.”
Rin always asks for permission, usually, after he’s done it, but he always asks for permission to do it again if he knows you enjoyed it as much as he did.
Like tying your wrists up and blind folding you.
Like using the vibrator as he slowly fucks you.
“Ah, ok – okay fine!” You didn’t want to cum on his fingers, you wanted to cum on his cock.
Especially if you were going to be four days without it.
Rin slips his fingers out of you, and you look down at him disappointedly.
“You want my cock?”
Had you spoken out loud?
“Tell me now, baby, cause you have five minutes left...” He was rushing you now.
“Fine – yes hurry.”
He slips himself out easily with his joggers and you both freeze. “I don’t have a condom.”
You didn’t either.
He swears under his breath, and you say the craziest thing. “Cum inside of me.”
Didn’t need to tell him twice.
In three minutes, the both of you were shaking in bliss. “Fuck,” he swears breathless, “this is am – mazing… so perfect…” he groans when your walls tremble around his sensitive cock.
His cum shooting inside of you was a different type of heaven but you agree with him that not having a condom this time around was perfect.
With a minute remaining, he combs your long curls behind your ear, “this isn’t how I had imagine cumming inside of you would be like… I don’t think I can go back.”
You returned to work through the back doors with wobbly legs. You feel stickiness between your thighs and hurry towards the bathroom. Lifting your skirt up you grab some napkin, quickly wiping the residue between your legs.
You’ve read it many times in your novels and it's exactly how authors describes it.
Like Rin, you don't think you can go back either.
“Earth to Y/n?”
You look up at Wendy and she rolls her eyes. “You are so whipped for him.”
