020

"What are you doing here?"

With your tongue sharpened, your words cut like daggers through their intended target - who despite your aggressive tone, seemed indifferent and unbothered.

"Now dear, is that anyway to speak to your father?" His smug aura radiated throughout the atmosphere, almost causing you to choke on it's overwhelming presence.

He reeked of overly expensive designer cologne, with his black, fitted suit tailored perfectly to his tall, muscular form and shiny golden Rolex that sat pretty on his wrist - always clean shaven in a professional manner, always dressed to impress. Those were his favorite words to live by.

"How did you - did you have someone track me?" You ask fervently, your voice threatening to break at the sight of him - sadly, this wasn't the first time he's used such a tactic.

If your relationship with your mother was bad, the one you had with your father was much worse.

If you could even call him that. 'Father' was a term held loosely by your standards. He was anything but that - always 'present' in your life but rarely ever there, spending more time away in the office or on business trips than spending time with you and your sister.

The time he did spend with you, he was only concerned with grooming you into the perfect business women to take over his empire, despite often complaining about his lack of sons to 'man' the family business - cursing your mother for not giving him any 'strong willed boys' who he would no doubt put on a pedestal to further his misogynistic ideologies.

"Your mother told me she saw you out in town. I wanted to see how you were doing for myself."

"A phone call would have sufficed."

"Would you have answered?"

You sighed, letting out a deep breath before you even thought about responding. He had a point, you definitely wouldn't have answered even if he did call.

"Can you just tell me why you're really here?" You retorted. "Don't give me that 'I wanted to see how you're doing' line, I'm not buying it."

"Okay, fine. Would you atleast invite me in?"

"This isn't my house. I work here, I can't just let any random person in without the owner's consent."

"Ouch." He chuckled, taking a peek inside of Suna's home. "Im not just a random person, y/n. We're family, I'm sure they'll understand."

"Maybe, maybe not. I'm not willing to take the chance. Goodbye."

With a swift kick of his foot, your father stopped the door from shutting in his face with the stomp of his expensive Gucci loafers. He lowered his head, glaring with that intimidating, powerful gaze that you had seen far to many times.

"We're meeting for dinner at home tomorrow night, your presence is needed." He says coldly, the doting father act long gone, replaced by the heartless dictator you've been familiarized with.

"Well, I won't- "

"You will." He booms, voice reverberating in it's wake. "It's an important matter. You may bring a guest if you'd like, but you must attend."

"... fine." You gripe, realizing that agreeing was the fastest way to get him to leave. You didn't want to risk any one of the Suna's coming down and asking questions you weren't ready to answer.

"Seven sharp, don't be late."

You huffed, with a slam of the door he was gone. Your skin crawling with goosebumps as you relieved the brief yet equally uncomfortable encounter with the man you couldn't bear to call your father.

You could feel the emotions bubbling to the surface - tired of years and years of having virtually no control over your own life.

No matter what, no matter how hard you tried to make your own way devoid of the teachings he had instilled in you since you were a child, it's like he was always there, in the back of your mind- Always reminding you to follow the rules, be professional, don't tarnish the family name with classless actions...

You were burnt out -

Tired of tiptoeing around every single fucking sinful desire, every instance of your own free will pushed down in order to remain the perfect woman they had always wanted you to be.

Why did it take you so long to realize this? Why did it take you so long to realize that your entire life, you had always done what other people wanted from you - hardly ever giving yourself a chance to be happy on your own terms?

Even tho if it was wrong, even though you know that you probably shouldn't do this, your legs carry you up to your intended destination with only one goal in mind. Fuck the rules, fuck professionalism, fuck it all - you were going to do what you wanted most in this instance, the thing you've been fighting for a while since you've been here...

What you wanted most, was just up the stairs and down the hall to the right.

Well, it seemed like a good idea in theory, but your newfound sense of power and confidence was slowly diminishing as you stood outside of Rin's door.

You had done quite a bit of stalling before hand, getting the kids cleaned up and ready for bed, reading them both bedtime stories - reiki was even lucky enough to get two on behalf of your nervous energy.

Reality set in once you recalled the last words you said to him, and how hypocritical and embarrassing it would be to approach him in such a manner after you basically told him to fuck off.

This was stupid - you were stupid. Atleast, that's what you told yourself before turning your heels away from Suna's bedroom.

Too bad you lingered for a little too long.

"Oh - you need something?" Rintarou's voice startled you as the door creaked open, sounding surprised to find you loitering around in the hallway.

"I just wanted to tell you that, um... the kids are in bed. Yeah, uh- incase you wanted to know."

"I didn't, but thanks for telling me I guess?"

Both of you were acting impossibly awkward, the tension thick as ever while you scanned each other up and down, neither willing to say what needed to be said.

"Okay then, if you'll excuse me." He says, brushing past you hastily. Letting out a huff, accompanied by a roll of the eyes, you reach out to grab at his thick wrist.

"... wait." You speak tenderly, the soft coo of your voice stopping him in his tracks as he looks back into your sullen eyes.

"I wanted to apologize for blowing up at you earlier... these last few days have been messing with my head." You trail off as your eyes drift towards the ground, nerves bubbling up as you contemplate your next move.

"And... I also really wanna- "

Your words are cut off by the soft skin of Rin's lips crashing against yours. You were shocked, to say the least, even though you were preparing to do the exact same thing. It's almost as if he had read your mind - the thoughts buzzing inside your brain were damn near loud enough for him to hear, anyways.

Before you have time to catch your breath, you're being lead backwards into his bedroom, lips never parting from his own until the plush of your thighs hit cool, silky sheets.

His tall figure looms over you, sharp eyes oozing with lust and intensity as you prop yourself up with your elbows just to be able to maintain your reach with his pretty mouth - the taste of his tongue proving to be the most delicious delicacy you've ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

He moves in closer, slotting himself perfectly in between your thighs, parted and inviting as if beckoning him home. With a smooth roll of his hips, you can feel just how badly he wants you, continuing a mantra of shallow thrusts against your clothed core by as his cock grows harder and larger - so, so fucking big; the friction alone almost bringing you to you high as you let out a soft gasp.

He pulls away, drinking in the sight of you below him - your kiss bitten lips plump and glistening, the rise and fall of your winded chest has you pant to catch your breath, your beautiful eyes pleading him for more... you looked so fucking pretty like this, more so than he had ever imagined, and he imagined it quite often.

"Rin- "

Your voice calls out to him softly, hardly above that of a whisper, but gods does it make him want to fuck you until you're screaming it.

Alas, he knows that he can't- not yet. Not while his kids were down the hall. He risked it once in a drunken stupor, he wasn't about to do it again.

He leans in to press delicate kisses into the crook of your neck, eliciting more of those melodic sounds from your lip. That's exactly what they are - music to his ears, a song that he wants to play on repeat... one written only for him.

That's when it hits.

It came on so suddenly, so fucking quickly that it makes his head spin. He stops, pulling himself out of your grasp, the hand you had carded through his ebony locks slips away as he stares down at you, wide-eyed and panicked.

"Are you okay?" You ask, brows furrowed with concern of his sudden change in demeanor. You reach out to stroke his cheek, but he pulls away, removing himself from in between your thighs and standing tall to his full height.

"You should go back to your room, it's late." His voice is low and monotonous, void of any emotion as if the two of you weren't just seconds away from fucking each other.

"It's eight-thirty..." you retort, confused by his sudden urgency to get rid of you. "If I did something to make you uncomfortable I'm sor- "

"No, it's just - maybe you were right. This isn't appropriate, we shouldn't do this."

Ouch.

Those words cut deeper than you thought they would, having said them yourself many times before- the sickening feeling of rejection pitting in your stomach.

"R-right." You say meekly, before standing up and smoothing out your clothing. "I shouldn't have - um, I'll go. Sorry."

Without another word, you zip past him out the door, head hung lowly in embarrassment.

He plops onto the bed frustratingly, catching a whiff of the perfume you've left behind on his sheet, reminding him of how much of an idiot he is. He had you right where he's wanted you since the moment he laid eyes on you, so what the fuck was stopping him? Why couldn't he do it?

The answer was simple, there was no denying it.

He was catching feelings. It was something he wasn't prepared for, something he definitely wasn't ready for. Truth be told, it scared him.

The only other time he had felt something like this so suddenly was with his ex-wife... and well, you see how that turned out. He couldn't let this happen again. He wouldn't be able to handle another heartbreak.

He knew what he had to do - it would be easy enough,

or... so he thought.