#suna rinta

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.

. .

“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.”

. .

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.”

.

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.

. .

“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.”

.

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.

. .

“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.”

. . .

E/N: #hornyjail