the countdown was supposed to start in a few minutes.

inside the haitanis' club, everyone was already halfway through their drinks. rindou kept checking his watch once in a while, ran had long given up pretending he wasn't irritated, and koko was fielding the same question for what felt like the tenth time.

"where the hell is the birthday boy?"

nobody answered. because nobody had heard from him in nearly an hour.

"they're literally gonna fucking kill us, haru."

"let 'em try. i'd kill to see that." his voice was a low against your ear, utterly wrecked. you couldn't catch your breath, your chest heaving as you straddled his lap in the cramped driver's seat, the steering wheel pressing uncomfortably against your lower back every time he pulled you closer, or whenever you adjust yourself.

you had been down here for fucking ever. what started as you reaching to fix his tie had turned into a chaotic, greedy blur the second his fingers dug into your hips and dragged you over the center console, forcing you down onto him.

now, your dress was ruined, discarded somewhere on the floorboard, leaving you in your undies, with panties pushed to the side. just great.

the underground parking garage was dead silent, washed in pale fluorescent lights that caught the sweat on his neck. the car reeled of expensive cologne, fresh leather, and the chemical tang of the pills he'd swallowed before you even left his office earlier.

"you started this," you choked out, your nails sinking into the fabric of his shirt to keep your balance. his tailored suit jacket was trampled somewhere at the backseat, his white button-down was torn completely open at the chest, exposing his skin.

"i didn't start shit. you looked at me. that's your fault." he muttered, a manic, breathless laugh catching in his throat as his hands gripped your waist to violently anchor you against him. he sucked down on the side of your neck, hard enough to leave a mark they'd all see upstairs.

like as if he hasn't left enough already. you started to wonder how your skimpy dress would cover all those marks he left - ugh. typical sanzu.

his hands were rough, entirely devoid of gentleness as he claimed you right there in the cramped front seat, totally unbothered by the fact that his birthday party, he's totally missing out on, was still waiting for him.

sanzu was completely unhinged, his movements frantic and demanding, chasing a high that had nothing to do with the drugs in his system. he finally pulled back from abusing your neck area to look at you, his pupils were entirely blown, the scars at the corners of his mouth stretching into a wide, terrifying grin.

"look at you," he whispered, his thumb violently smearing your lipstick across your cheek as you rode out the final, frantic friction of his weight beneath you. "fucking beautiful."

he buried his face back into your shoulder, dragging out the last few seconds until a low, ragged groan left his chest, his fingers locking into your hair as he shook against you.

for a long minute, the only sound was the frantic, uneven rhythm of your breathing against the glass window.

"no shit, we have to go," you breathlessly whispered, still sitting over his lap, your forehead resting against his shoulder, just like him.

"they can choke." sanzu didn't move, lazy and heavy underneath you, his hands remaining locked on your hips to keep you from sliding off him just yet. the silence between you felt thick, interrupted only by the heavy bass of the club vibrating through the concrete floor.

someone was probably wondering where the number two of bonten was. if only they knew he was ruining his birthday suit in a dark parking lot.

sanzu tilted his head, his eyes glassy and wildly dark as he stared at the red marks on your thighs where your his fingers left a mark from the force it received.

"stay right there."

"...what are you doing?"

"having fun." that look in his eyes was pure trouble.

you watched him reach blindly into the back seat, digging through his discarded jacket until he pulled out a small silver case.

"...seriously? right now?"

he didn't even answer, flicking it open and dumping a heavy pile of white powder directly onto your thigh.

"you're genuinely insane."

"and you love it."

before you could attempt to scramble back to the passenger side, his grip tightened on your waist, keeping you straddled right over his lap. his grin was sharp, all teeth, as he looked down at your bare skin.

"haru, seriously, we need to go." you muttered, exhausted but completely trapped under his gaze.

"shut up and hold still." he didn't even look up, using a black amex card to swiftly chop and drag the powder into three messy, thick lines right across the soft, flushed skin of your upper thigh. "let's make it look pretty."

you watched him, your heart hammering as he lined it up with terrifying, hyper-focused concentration.

"h."

then the next one.

"b."

and the last.

"d."

he leaned back against the headrest, staring at his work before breaking into a loud, unhinged laugh that echoed in the tight space of the car. "perfect. look at that."

"h..b..d, happy birthday" you looked down at your leg, utterly breathless. "...you are out of your mind."

"old news."

"mikey's going to shoot you one of these days."

"he can try," sanzu sneered, sounding incredibly proud of himself.

you couldn't help the breathless laugh that escaped you, leaning your forehead against his damp collarbone. "is this my present or yours?"

"everything's mine today," he murmured, his voice dropping into something dark and possessive.

without further ado, he adjusted the driver's seat to accommodate more space for the both of you, pushing slightly backwards. sanzu leaned down to your thighs, in order to sniff the lines he made. meanwhile, his free hand stayed on your hip to keep you in place.

the moment he lifted his head up, bits of powder was still splayed across his nose and chin.

"geez, what a happy birthday." you said as you giggled, cupping his face with one hand, while the other dusted away the leftover powder on his face.

"too literal with the 'happy' part," he muttered as he stopped your hand. "now, open." using his fingers to swipe the remaining powder on his face instead, he made sure you lick it clean.

"atta girl." sanzu praised as you sucked off his fingers clean.

"you're such a fucking dick," you sighed dramatically afterwards, finally scrambling over the console into the passenger seat to try and fix your appearance. "they're totally going to add us on the gang's hit list, sanzu."

"i told you, just let them. it's not like they can take me down."

right on cue, his phone on the console started vibrating like crazy.

ran.

then rindou.

then koko.

he stared at the flashing names for a second, his expression turning cold and bored, before he deliberately pressed the power button and flipped the phone face down in the cup holder.

"not answering?"

"they're annoying."

"...your entire syndicate is looking for you."

"they'll live."

you laughed, reaching over to help him pull his ruined shirt back together, smoothing down the lapels of his jacket as he threw it back on. "there, looking like a proper executive again."

"almost," he grabbed your chin, grabbing your face up and aggressively biting the meat of your lower lip, leaving a sharp sting before kissing it better. "now i'm ready."

upstairs, the muffled sound of the crowd suddenly started muffled through the concrete.

"...ten."

"...nine."

"...eight."

the countdown was happening anyway. you looked at him through the dim lighting. "looks like you just missed out on your own party, birthday boy." you smirked.

his wild, dangerous grin returned, the scars on his face twisting into something wicked.

"like i care," he reached over, popping your door open for you. "i didn't exactly miss out, anyway." his eyes raked over you, signifying what just transpired between the two of you.

when the distant cheering finally erupted above your heads, sanzu just laughed to himself, fixing his crooked tie in the rearview mirror like he hadn't just wrecked you while you were on his lap.

"c'mon. they'll think we fucked."

the sharp clicks of a mouse, the rapid and aggressive tap of keys, and the smug, mocking bite in rindou’s voice dragged you out of sleep.

you blinked against the dim, neon-tinted light of his room, stretching out into the warm space where he’d been lying beside you not too long ago. the sheets still heavy with the scent of cigarettes and his expensive cologne.

with a sleepy groan, you fell into that slow, lazy stretch, arms pulling up, back arching, and toes pointing beneath the tangled sheets. your hand aimlessly reached over for him, looking for that familiar warmth, only to catch nothing but cold, empty air.

figures. typical rin behavior.

you spotted the crumpled scrap of black lace on the floor, right where he’d tossed it earlier in his damn hurry to get you undressed. you reached down, slipping it back on, the familiar fabric cool against your skin. the matching bra was nowhere in sight, but that wasn’t unusual.

it never stayed on for long when you were with rindou, anyway.

when you sat up, a quick glance at the clock told you it was past midnight. the neon glow from his monitor painted the side of his face, casting sharp shadows over his tattoos. he was slouched in his gaming chair. the overpriced, ridiculous one he swore was “worth every yen” with his headset on, leaned forward with that typical arrogant posture. his hair was still a mess from earlier, but his eyes were locked on the screen like you didn’t even exist.

“rin,” you murmured, voice still rough from sleep as you padded across the room, stopping beside his gaming chair.

no answer. just more clicking and a muttered, “fuck! we gotta win the next round, you fuckers!”

you tried again, a little louder. “rinnie.”

from his headset came familiar voices, ran's sharp laugh and sanzu's low taunting rumble.

“yo, rindou,” sanzu drawled, “your girl’s up.”

you froze, instinctively folding your arms across your bare chest even though you’d already slipped your underwear back on, the matching bra still missing somewhere in the room. your gaze darted to the small webcam perched above the monitor.

“they can see me?” you asked, narrowing your eyes as you instinctively took a small step to the side, moving just out of the camera’s immediate scope.

“relax,” rindou muttered, his fingers still flying across the keys without missing a beat. “they don’t care, baby. don't trip.”

then sanzu's chuckle rolled through the headset, dripping with malice and amusement. “it’s not like this is new. we’ve even heard you before, doll.”

your head snapped toward the screen, face burning. “WHAT?”

rindou didn’t even blink, completely unbothered by the fact that his gang knew his business. “homies know i fuck my baby well,” he said, lips curling into a smug, arrogant grin as his hand reached out and gave your ass a quick, sharp slap before going right back to the mouse.

sanzu laughed again, low, slow, and entirely too amused. “i wouldn’t mind if she came a little closer to the lens though. let us see what you're hiding, rindou.”

that earned a smirk from you as you perched yourself on the armrest of his gaming chair, facing rindou. your back was toward the camera, giving them a clear view of your curves and the hint of black lace you were wearing.

“at least someone’s paying attention,” you murmured, letting your eyes flick briefly to the camera lens, at sanzu, before looking back at rindou.

sanzu’s laugh came through the headset, raspy and mocking. “damn, rindou… how the fuck are you so focused on the game right now? i’m more distracted than you, bro. let me get a look.”

a chuckle followed from ran, smooth, lazy, and entirely too amused by his little brother. “no kidding. ignore the match, rin-rin.”

rindou didn’t even crack a smile. his jaw tightened, his sharp eyes narrowing through his glasses. “know your place, idiots,” he said flatly, his tone dripping with hot delinquent pride.

he set the controller down, one hand gripping your hip with bruising force as he guided you off the armrest. the comms went quiet for half a second before breaking into low, appreciative whistles as you rose to your feet, only to step between his legs and settle onto the chair, straddling his lap.

“holy shit-” sanzu muttered, the sound of him scoffing echoing over the mic.

“damn, that’s a show,” ran added, completely loving the chaos.

rindou’s attention was entirely on you now, the game forgotten. both of his hands slid up and down your bare sides with deliberate, heavy strokes, his palms warm against your skin. you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, one drifting up to cup his face, your thumb brushing his cheekbone in lazy circles. you leaned in to pepper a few loud, playful kisses across his sharp jawline before his head dipped lower, lips pressing a rough kiss to one breast, then the other, acting like he had all the time in the world for you and absolutely zero for the rest of the gang.

“this is making me hard, bro,” sanzu’s voice suddenly drawled through the headset, entirely shameless.

you blinked, pulled back to reality, the heat in your cheeks spiking when it hit you.

the boys could actually see you.

and they’d seen a lot.

worse, this wasn’t the first time rindou had let them catch a glimpse. typical arrogant haitani behavior, always showing off what's his. gods, rindou. why would you- ugh.

you turned your head toward the monitor at sanzu’s voice, and the movement shifted your torso, offering them a perfect view of the swell of your chest.

rindou’s hand came up immediately, covering your chest in a suffocatingly possessive grip, fingers curling tightly into your skin to pull you back toward him, forcing you to face him instead of the camera.

“fuck,” he muttered, his hot-headed nature flaring as he reached over with his free hand to violently flick the camera off.

rindou angled his chair back toward the desk, pulling you along with him so you stayed perched snugly on his lap. both of his hands went right back to the mouse and keyboard, his posture straight like having his girl straddling him during a match was completely regular business.

you leaned in, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to his jaw, trailing down to the curve of his neck where his collarbone met his throat.

“rin…” you murmured against his skin. “baby… the game can wait, please”

“push mid, now,” he ordered into the mic, his voice clipped, smooth, and completely ignoring your teasing.

ran’s laugh cracked through the comms. “bro, they’re done for. this idiot just walked right into your trap.”

“yooo- rindou, you wiped the whole squad again?!” sanzu barked a laugh. “guess the haitani brothers really can multitask.”

you kissed his neck again, right over his warm skin, whispering, “just look at me for a second…” your hands slid to his chest, fingers curling lightly into his skin, feeling the subtle flex of muscle beneath your touch.

his eyes stayed glued to the screen. “two more. clean it up,” he murmured, tracking the minimap. his thighs shifted beneath you, the movement making you rock ever so slightly against him, but his hands never left the setup.

ran and sanzu's voices overlapped, taunting the other team. “easy win! we took the top spot again.”

rindou glanced at the scoreboard, his expression completely deadpan. “pathetic.” then, without missing a beat, he went right back to finishing the match, still refusing to give you the satisfaction of a real reaction.

but since he wouldn’t give you his attention, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

you slid your hands up to his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating off him. your palms moved deliberately, tracing every contour before inching downward. your fingers curled around the waistband of his boxers, and with teasing patience, you slid your hand down, stroking the length pressed hard against the fabric.

rindou stiffened, a sharp, ragged breath escaping him. “hey, not now,” he said, his voice a little shaky as his hand reached down to weakly push your wrist away, “i’m still playing, baby.”

you smiled softly, watching his carefully built control completely unravel. his jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped, but the dark flush rising on his neck gave him away. his usually sharp, competitive glare flickered into something dark, heavy, and vulnerable.

“focus, rinnie. aren't you locked in, mmm?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over him. “or are you about to take your first real loss tonight?”

he tried to retort with a snarky, “jesus, babe-” but the words caught in his throat, replaced by a breathy, “oh, fuck…” that slipped out despite his best effort to stay cool in front of the guys.

you retracted your hand slowly and leaned in, your fingertips brushing his lower lip before gently tugging it down. “spit,” you commanded softly.

rindou hesitated for a fraction of a heartbeat, his dangerous gang executive aura melting away as he obediently let a small amount of saliva gather in his mouth before releasing it into your palm.

your hand dipped back inside his boxers, wrapping around his heat fully now. you started to stroke with purpose, your movements slow and rhythmic.

from across the game, ran smirked, definitely noticing the change in his brother's gameplay. “oi, rindou! you’re lagging! what's taking so long?”

“shut up!” rindou shot back, though his voice cracked just a bit too much to sound convincing. “i’m not lagging, moron.”

sanzu snickered, throwing playful, unhinged jabs. “hell, anyone’d lose focus with a girl like that putting in work. let him cook, ran.”

rindou gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white on the mouse, but he couldn’t hide the dark flush creeping across his face. “focus on the game, you idiots.”

you pressed your hand a little harder, slicking the length of him, eliciting a low, almost inaudible groan from deep in his throat. he swallowed hard, attempting to maintain his composure, but it was clear he was completely losing it.

ran shook his head with a grin. “sure, sure. you keep telling yourself you're fine, rin-rin.”

rindou glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing, dark with a promise of absolute trouble. “consider yourself wrecked after this. good luck walking out of this room tomorrow.”

you smirked, your fingers never stopping their slow, agonizing pace. “oh, i think you’re enjoying this way more than you’re letting on, rinnie.”

rindou’s lips twitched in a reluctant smile as he tried to focus back on the screen, but the tension in his body betrayed him.every muscle taut, every breath shallow and uneven.

suddenly, rindou’s eyes snapped away from the screen entirely, the word bursting out before he could stop it. “fuck!” he violently yanked off his gaming headphones, slamming them onto the desk. the sudden silence in the room was deafening.

without a word, he stood up, his gaze locked on you with a fierce, starved hunger. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, arms winding around his neck as he pulled you closer against his chest.

he grabbed you with a rough, delinquent urgency and practically slammed you down onto his gaming table, your ass nearly crashing into the keyboard and his crumpled gang uniform jacket scattered near the gear. your back pressed hard against the edge of his glowing computer tower, the heat between you instantly electric.

his hands slid down your sides, dipping under the waistband of your panties. with a swift, careless pull, he ripped them down your thighs as his cock instantly found its place against you, hard, demanding, and slick.

he grasped your thighs firmly, bruising your skin as he pulled them forward just enough for you to take him whole. his breath hitched, his voice low, guttural, and dripping with raw desire. “you wanted this so bad, huh? can't fucking wait? now fucking take it.”

the sound of your breath hitched as rindou thrust into you, hard and fast, driving you against the edge of the gaming table. his hands gripped your hips with a fierce, territorial possessiveness, his hips snapping relentlessly.

“fuck, you feel so good baby,” he growled, his voice rough and completely unrefined as he buried himself deeper. your nails dug into his bare shoulders, matching his violent intensity with desperate moans spilling from your lips.

rindou’s breath came in ragged pants, his hair's a mess as his lips parted against your skin, whispering,​ “you wanted my attention so bad, didn't you? now don't you dare close your eyes while i fucking ruin you.”

hus movements quickened, his hips slamming mercilessly, the desk rattling beneath the weight of his aggression. your moans mixed with his low, heavy groans, the tension spiraling completely out of control.

suddenly, a muffled voice cut through the haze from the discarded headset on the desk. “rindou?”

sanzu chimed in, “yo, man, why’d you gotta leave the match like that? we’re down by two. don't tell me you bit it.”

“bro, let’s just finish it without him. he's busy,” ran responded, laughing.

the boys’ laughter and chatter faded into the background as rindou’s grip tightened. he growled against your neck, biting the skin. “ignore them. you’re mine right now.”

your moans grew louder, matching his aggressive thrusts, the two of you lost in a wild, urgent rhythm while the rest of the team continued the match without him.

“i don’t like you ignoring me like that,” you gasped breathlessly, your hands sliding up to find his face, fingers gently caressing his cheeks.

without warning, rindou captured your lips in a possessive and silencing kiss, so intense it drove you back until your spine hit the cold, hard edge of the computer tower. the sharp contrast of the cold metal only made the fire between you burn hotter.

rindou’s hips stuttered for a fraction of a second, then snapped deeper, driving you closer to the absolute edge. your breath hitched and your hands gripped his shoulders tight, nails digging into his skin as pleasure burned through you.

“oh shit… keep going, baby,” you moaned, your voice trembling with pure need. “t-that’s so good, rin.”

he smirked against your neck, hearing every desperate, broken sound you made. his hands slid up to your face, his fingers spreading wide to cup your cheeks firmly, his thumbs pressing into your skin, squishing your face in a rough, dominant hold that was so uniquely him.

“you were looking so pretty for sanzu earlier, right?” he growled low, eyes dark with a dangerous promise. “let’s see if he can save you when i completely break you right here.”

the words sent a violent shiver through you as your body tensed, your release crashing over you in waves. rindou didn’t slow down, didn’t give you a second to breathe. his cock kept thrusting relentlessly, riding out your climax like he was feeding off your every desperate moan.

your hands scrambled for support, palms flattening against the gaming table. one slipped, your fingers accidentally pressing down hard on the mechanical keyboard, a string of random key clicks echoing loudly in the background. the monitor flickered with chaotic inputs, but rindou didn’t even glance at it, too locked in on making you come.

“pretty sure the boys just figured out exactly why i left the game,” he hissed, his grip on your cheeks tightening as if to permanently mark you. “bet they can hear every damn thing right now.”

little did you know, when your hand slammed against the keyboard, it had done more than mash random keys. one of the macro shortcuts had switched rindou’s camera right back on.

the stream lit up with a perfectly clear view of your back arched toward the monitor, arms bracing yourself against the table, rindou’s lean, toned figure moving behind you with sharp, relentless, and unforgiving thrusts.

you were too far gone to notice until a sudden, loud voice from the headset speakers cut through the haze.

“holy shit, rindou…” sanzu’s voice rasped through the speakers, a slow, completely thrilled laugh slipping out. “you fucking greedy bastard. keeping that all to yourself, huh?”

rindou let out a groan, his fingers digging into your hips so hard his knuckles turned white as he rode out the final moments of his control.