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"For the next two days?"

The warmth from his body heat tickles your skin as he continues to hover over you— your fingers grip the silky smooth sheets underneath you for some semblance of stability, as you brace yourself for what you hope may come next...

Instead, he backs off, returning to his full height as he chuckles to himself. He's glad to see that he still has this effect on you, though he has to quickly remind himself that this isn't the time to play around— not with his emotions gone haywire and his ex-wife next door, hardly separated by a thin piece of drywall.

"Just until she leaves. She needs to think that we're together, so don't act like the nanny— act like... we're in love, or something."

You let out a huff, unintentionally. You haven't 'acted like the nanny' for sometime now, your emotional attachment to the kids... and their father has unmistakably prevented you from doing so for the last couple of weeks.

You wouldn't dare say your thoughts out loud, so you simply nod in agreement. You'll play along with Suna's little game of pretend, as of it was even something you would have opposed regardless.

This is what you've wanted, after all— a chance to get as close as possible to him, access some form of open communication, perhaps break down those impenetrable walls that surrounds his aching heart. This feat alone seems like mission impossible.

"Right... well, if you don't mind, I need to take a shower. I'm still sticky from— well, it's a long story."

"The fight with your sister?" He answered, your response simply a pondered expression. How did he know that? You haven't even said a word to him about what happened at your parent's house.

"How did you-"

"Atsumu." You both say in unison, the realization quickly hitting you— that sneaky bastard must have recorded your fight. You make a mental note to beat his ass the next time you see him.

You cover your face in embarrassment, letting out an exasperated sigh. This was absolutely mortifying. You hardly wanted Atsumu to see you in such a negative light, let alone for Rin to be exposed to it.

"We can talk about it later, if you want?" He asked, which took you a bit off guard... typically Rin couldn't careless about things that didn't directly involve him. Why was he being so soft with you, all of a sudden?

"Oh- um, sure. Maybe we can talk about... other things, too." You respond, batting your pretty lashes at him while you watch him go through a range of expressions— from worried, to thoughtful, then finally to tranquil.

"Yeah, maybe we can."

You can't help but smile at your tiny victory. Maybe the walls were finally starting to crack; maybe he was going to finally start letting you in.

"There's clean towels in the cabinet, go ahead and use my bathroom." He instructed. "Don't take all the hot water, I need to shower too."

Maybe you can join me?

No, of course you didn't actually say that, but you sure as hell were thinking it. Instead you simply nod, grabbing some sleep clothes from the pile that you had sloppily thrown into a bag, before disappearing into the bathroom.

Your shower was quick but thorough, as you scrubbed away every semblance of bubbly champagne that stuck to your skin, allowing the painful embarrassment from tonight's affairs wash down the drain.

Finishing up your after shower routine, you opened the door to find Suna already starting to undress from the waist up. You did your best to pay him no mind— after all, this wasn't the first time you've seen him without a shirt. Still, it's effect on you remained the same.

Why did he have to be so attractive? You've found yourself asking this several times throughout your stay here in the Suna home.

"Make yourself comfortable." He says, before closing himself behind the door to bathroom.

Sure, but that's much easier said than done, as the awkward reality of what's actually happening starts to sink in. How were you supposed to just act like this was normal after everything that's happened recently?

Especially since the last time you were in this very room, you almost had sex with him— well, at least that's where you thought things were heading until he rejected you last minute, out of no where.

At the risk of making things more uncomfortable than necessary, you decided to just go about your night as you normally would as if you were in your own bedroom. Grabbing your favorite book, you sat in the bed underneath the covers and began to read a few pages.

After a few peaceful moments, you hear the bathroom door creak open, as a half naked Rintarou appears from a cloud of steam as if he were an angel from the heavens above— though, your thoughts were nothing less than downright sinful, as your eyes scanned his beautiful form.

His dampened hair allowed tiny droplets of water to roll down each crevice of his perfectly sculpted abs, all the way down to the towel that was wrapped loosely around his hips, hung so low as to give the tiniest peek of a dark happy trail that could only lead you to... well, you know where.

"Forgot my clothes." He says, raking a sizable hand through his moist locks to prevent them from obstructing his vision as he rummaged through a drawer for a pair of boxers and some sleep shorts.

Once his eye-line meets yours, you quickly stick your nose back into your book— too bad you've already been caught, the notion causing a playful smirk to form on Rin's lips. He doesn't call you out on it; for once, he doesn't want to embarrass you. He figures you've been through enough tonight.

After another disappearance into the bathroom, he emerges once more— this time with pants on, but still very much without a shirt. He wastes no time slipping into bed, joining you underneath the covers. His body lays heavily next to yours, the dip in the mattress from his large stature shifts you closer towards him.

You look at him, a bit flustered with how close his bare skin is with your own. You may or may not have purposely chosen your skimpiest pajamas to where to sleep tonight— regardless, you were very much smitten with the way his body heat radiated against you amidst the cool silk of his sheets.

"I can put a shirt on if you're uncomfortable, it's just that I normally sleep without one." His words coming out so painstakingly sincere.

"What's going on with you, Rin?" You say abruptly, shutting the book in your hands and setting it to the side.

"What? I was just asking." He responds, defensively. "And keep your voice down... the walls are thin, remember?"

"Oh yes, how could I forget after that one night when you bro—"

His lips are on yours in an instant, hardly giving you a chance to breathe, let alone calm your heart from thumping wildly out of your chest.

"Now, why would you go and do that?" You scold in a hushed whisper— annoyed at how easy it is for him to play with your emotions.

"Shutting you up." He smirks, unable to prevent his eyes from drifting back to your perfect lips. He missed those lips, and the saccharine kisses that came with them.

As much as you'd like to yell at him, or lecture him about how you can't take anymore of his shameless teasing... you just don't have it in you, not now anyways— not while he's looking at you so hungrily.

"Well, why don't you shut me up some more..."

Yep, you definitely said that one out loud, this time.

Good thing, because that's exactly what Rin wanted to hear.

(CW: sexual themes)

He knew he shouldn't be doing this. Not because he didn't want to, in fact, there wasn't anything he wanted more in this very instance— it's just, he knew that once he got a taste of more than just your lips, there was no going back. He wouldn't be able to hide it anymore, the way he truly felt about you.

But fuck, the way you looked right now in that tiny nightgown that he knew you wore just for him— there was no way he could resist tasting you from somewhere else.

Somehow, the two of you had went from kissing, to touching each other through clothed barriers, to him finding his way in between your pristine thighs— slightly parted, just enough to give him a glimpse of your cute little lace panties.

He grabs the hem of your nightgown, hesitating briefly before asking you — "Sure you're okay with this?" He wants to make sure, but he also wants to stall... maybe give you a chance to back down before he knows he's about to lose him self in you.

"Yes." You say clearly, yet quietly and breathy, your impatience is apparent as you anticipate his next move.

He takes a breath before slowly lifting up your nightgown, revealing just how aroused you are for him— your panties slick and glistening, causing Suna's cock to throb within the confinement of his boxers, wanting nothing more to be buried inside of you.

Still, he wants to take his time savoring everything you have to offer him. He's dreamt of this moment for far too long, even if he was being an idiot about it before, there was no way he's stopping now.

Running two thick fingers over your clothed pussy, your arousal saturates them through the delicate lace laid gently against your skin. You let out a whimper from the slightest of pressure, though it's hardly enough of what you're really craving.

"Wait—" you say through staccato breaths. "Next door... what if she can hear us?"

You gasp, much louder than you intend to after Rin abruptly slides his hand underneath your panties— the friction of his fingertips rubbing against your clit sends a shockwave of euphoria throughout your body.

"Well, in that case, let's put on a show."

Im so sorry for edging y'all LMAO DONT HATE ME. Next chapter will be full smut, I promise 😭