#tr x reader

"you look absolutely beautiful, birthday girl," rindou murmured, his voice low as he stood behind you in front of the vanity mirror. his hands rested on your waist, his thumbs tracing slow, warm circles against your skin.

he had gone all out for you tonight.

the entire vip section of one of the most exclusive haitani run clubs in roppongi was closed off just for your birthday party. but before he even let you put your dress on, rindou had a very specific ‘birthday gift’ he wanted you to wear first.

with a smug grin, he had gently pushed you back onto the plush mattress of the bed, parting your thighs to slip a sleek, remote controlled bullet vibrator right against your dripping center, securing it snugly in place beneath your lacy underwear.

the moment the cool material touched your cunny, a breathless gasp escaped you. but before you could even protest, rindou leaned over you, capturing your lips in a bruising makeout session.

his mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands gripped your hips, pinning you to the sheets. you melted into him, your hands winding into his hair, completely dazed by the sheer intensity of his kiss.

when he finally pulled away, his lips trailed slowly downward. he pressed hot, lingering kisses over your jaw, down the sensitive column of your neck, and onto your chest.

you shivered as his mouth moved lower, brushing over your ribcage and across your stomach, making your muscles twitch. finally, he rested his face between your thighs, pressing a slow, heavy kiss right over your clothed cunt. your breath hitched as you felt his warm lips right through the thin lace of your underwear, resting directly against the material of the toy nestled inside.

"now let's get you dressed, sweetheart," he whispered, pulling back with a dark, satisfied look.

he gently helped you sit up, guiding your arms through your gorgeous birthday dress and pulling the fabric over you. his touch was surprisingly tender as he adjusted the straps, his knuckles brushing your bare skin that's showing as he slowly zipped you up.

the remote was tucked safely into the front pocket of his expensive trousers, and you could already feel the heavy weight of anticipation before you even stepped foot out of the penthouse.

the club was absolutely alive.

neon purple and blue lights cut through the haze of the vip lounge, the bass of the music vibrating right through the floorboards and, terrifyingly, vibrating right through you.

well, um, dual meaning.

you were standing near the plush leather booths socializing when kokonoi walked up to you, carrying a sleek, expensive looking bag with a ribbon.

"happy birthday," koko greeted, his signature lazy smirk on his face as he handed you the beautifully wrapped box. "only the best for you."

your eyes widened as you opened it to find a stunning, limited edition designer bag you had been eyeing for months.

"koko, oh my god! you shouldn't have," you gasped, immediately hugging him in excitement.

koko chuckled, wrapping his arms around you to return the hug, leaning in close to your ear to whisper a compliment over the thumping music about how good it would look on your arm.

when you pulled away from the hug, you immediately slipped the strap over your shoulder to try it on, looking down at it with a bright smile.

koko’s eyes swept over you with an appreciative gleam as he gestured to the leather. "well would you look at that, it accidentally matches your outfit perfectly too like it was made for you."

but across the lounge, rindou was watching. his jaw tightened as he saw koko leaning in so close to you, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses as jealousy flared hot in his chest. his hand slid deep into his pocket, his thumb finding the remote.

bzzzzz.

your breath hitched sharply, your fingers tightening around the leather strap of your new bag.

the toy inside your panties suddenly sprang to life on a low, steady hum. the sudden warmth blooming between your thighs made your knees go slightly weak. you forced a tight smile, trying to focus on what koko was saying, but your eyes instantly darted across the room to find rindou.

rindou met your gaze, his lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk. his thumb casually clicked the button inside his pocket again.

BZZZZZ.

the vibration instantly kicked up to a strong, pulsing rhythm.

a quiet, choked gasp escaped your lips. your thighs instinctively clamped together, trying to squeeze against the intense, buzzing pressure radiating directly against your clit. the sudden rush of heat made your face flush a deep, rosy pink.

"are you alright?" koko asked, tilting his head as he noticed your sudden, rigid posture. "i can get you-"

"oh- yes! i'm fine," you squeaked out, your voice a little higher than usual, your hands desperately clutching the new designer bag to your chest as a shield. "just... really excited about the gift! you're truly the best!"

rindou chose that exact moment to stroll over.

he slid a possessive arm around your waist, pulling your flush body flush against his side, marking his territory in front of koko. the contact was agonizingly hot, making you shudder.

"everything okay here, love?" rindou asked, his voice dripping with smooth, faux innocence. he looked at koko with a tight, challenging smile, but his hand on your waist flared with a firm, grounding pressure.

"we were just doing a little birthday unboxing." koko replied smoothly, sensing the tension but keeping his cool.

"is that so?" rindou murmured. inside his pocket, his thumb casually pressed the button again, shifting the toy to its highest, most intense setting.

it felt like a jolt of pure electricity. your toes curled inside your heels, and a quiet whine nearly slipped past your lips. you had to grab onto rindou's jacket lapel to keep yourself upright, your body trembling slightly against his.

rindou looked down at you, his eyes gleaming with sheer, sadistic amusement behind his glasses. he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as if whispering a sweet, intimate birthday secret.

"you're shaking, sweetheart," he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down your neck while the toy absolutely devoured your lower half. "are you sure you're okay? you're not getting overwhelmed by your own party, are you?"

"r-rindou, please," you whimpered under your breath, barely audible over the thumping bass of the club, your fingers desperately clutching his suit jacket as you tried to maintain your composure in front of koko.

all the bass was vibrating straight through the concrete of the patio, thumping a rhythmic heartbeat that you could feel in the soles of your feet. it was past midnight, the tokyo summer air was thick and humid, and the private pool party was in a full, chaotic swing.

at the center of it all was rindou.

he was completely in his element, headphones clamped over one ear, his fingers flying across the mixing board with a practiced ease. the neon pink and blue lights from the patio cast sharp angles across his face, catching the edge of his glasses and the smug, lopsided grin he wore whenever he successfully transitioned a track.

he wasn't just playing music, dj rin was orchestrating the entire vibe of the night.

"yo, rin! drop that new track or i'm throwing haru into the deep end!" izana shouted from a lounge chair, his silver hair catching the neon glow as he kicked his legs up, looking entirely amused by the chaos around him.

"try me, kurokawa," sanzu spat back, taking an aggressive swig straight from a bottle of gin, his scarred lips pulled into a manic grin. "i'll drown you before you even get close."

"both of you shut the fuck up and just drink," kakucho muttered from the outdoor bar, shaking his head but pouring another round anyway.

rindou didn't even look up at them, just flicked his wrist and gave a thumbs up, throwing a heavy trap remix into the queue that had everyone cheering. he was the golden boy of the night, effortlessly cool, completely untamed. classic rindou.

and then, there was you.

you were sitting a little apart from the main group, a plastic cup held loosely in your hands. you were trying to smile, trying to laugh at sanzu's unhinged commentary, but the forced cheerfulness was starting to crack.

the breakup was still too fresh. it sat like a weight in your stomach, that heavy and hollow realization that the person you spent months with was officially gone. you felt exposed, a little pathetic, and entirely too sober for how fast the night was moving.

from across the deck, rindou’s sharp eyes flicked away from his laptop. through the neon haze, his gaze locked directly onto you. he didn’t say anything. he couldn't over the music, but the slight furrow of his brow told you everything. he’d been tracking your mood all night. he knew exactly when you were faking it.

before he could do anything about it, the heavy glass sliding doors snapped open with a sharp clack.

the crowd instantly quieted down a fraction, the collective energy shifting from reckless fun to mild apprehension. standing in the doorway, framed by the warm indoor light, was ran.

he looked entirely too put together for someone who had allegedly been trying to sleep. he was wearing silk pajamas, his long hair braided loosely over one shoulder, and his expression was a mix of profound boredom and pure irritation.

"alright, wrap it up, you noisy brats," ran’s voice carried effortlessly, laced with a clear warning. "it’s past two in the morning. some of us actually have things to tend to tomorrow that doesn't involve nursing a fucking hangover."

"oh, come on, ran! just one more track!" sanzu whined, though he was already capping his bottle.

ran offered him a terrifyingly sweet, closed eye smile. "if i hear one more bass drop, i’m throwing the mixing board into the deep end. inside. now. sleepover rules apply. clean up your trash or sleep on the floor."

there was a collective groan as everyone realized ran wasn't bluffing.

slowly, the group started gathering their belongings, izana laughing as he pushed an annoyed kakucho through the sliding glass doors into the air conditioned living room, leaving the patio completely empty.

within ten minutes, the patio was dead silent. the only sound left was the gentle, rhythmic sloshing of the pool water against the skimmer and the distant hum of the tokyo skyline.

you hadn't moved. you were sitting right on the edge of the deep end, your two piece still damp against the concrete, your bare feet kicking and swaying lazily through the cool water. the ripples you made distorted the reflection of the lights on the surface.

a shadow fell over you.

you didn't need to look up to know who it was. the scent of expensive cologne, faint cigarette smoke, and the familiar, grounding presence told you instantly. rindou had wrapped his set, shut down his equipment, and stayed outside.

he slid down onto the concrete right next to you, his legs dangling over the edge, his ankles crossing as his feet broke the surface of the water. he completely ditched his clothes from earlier, now wearing just a pair of dark swim trunks.

"you look like a drowned cat," he murmured, his voice a rumble now that he didn't have to shout over the bass.

"thanks, rin. you always know just what to say," you muttered, kicking your feet a little harder, sending a small splash toward his ankles.

he let out a soft huff of laughter, leaning back on his hands, his head tilting toward the starless night sky.

for a long moment, neither of you spoke. he knew you were hurting. he’d seen the arguments, the tears, the way your ex had slowly drained the life out of you over the past few months.

"you're still thinking about him," rindou stated. it wasn't a question.

you let out a long, shaky breath, your shoulders dropping. "it’s just... it's stupid. i know it's over, and i know it's for the best, but i just can't help being sad about it."

"yeah, those post breakup blues... can't be helped," he murmured, his voice softening. "the person became your constant at some point."

​"yeah," you whispered, staring down at your feet beneath the surface. "it's just weird adjusting now that everything's changed.”

rindou reached out, his warm fingers gently catching you by the chin, forcing you to look away from the water and look at him. his touch was deceptively tender. his eyes were stripped of their usual smugness, locked onto yours with absolute sincerity.

"look on the bright side," he said, his voice dropping into a softer and more intimate register. his thumb brushed lightly against the edge of your jawline, a tiny, electrifying spark of heat wherever his skin touched yours. "that relationship was like a chokehold anyway. you deserve better."

your breath caught in your throat. the intensity in his gaze was dizzying. he was looking at your lips, his thumb still resting against your skin, tracing a slow, deliberate line.

then, just as the tension threatened to snap, rindou’s classic, wicked grin broke across his face. he yanked his hand back, standing up in one fluid, athletic motion. as he took three steps back, his long fingers hooked around the frame of his glasses, sliding them off his face and tossing them casually onto a nearby sunlounger without even looking.

"rin?"

splaaaaaash!

he tucked his knees to his chest and executed a cannonball right into the center of the pool. a literal tidal wave of chlorinated water erupted, soaring over the edge and drenching you completely from head to toe. your hair was plastered to your face, you're once again completely soaked through, and the cold water made you gasp in shock.

"rinnnnnn!!" you shrieked, wiping the water from your eyes, your hands flying to your chest as you glared into the pool. "you absolute asshole! at least give a warning!"

through the splashing water, rindou surfaced. he shook his head like a dog, his wet hair flying back, exposing his forehead and the line of his brow. he was laughing, that bright, breathless sound he only made when he was genuinely amused.

"there," he choked out, wiping his eyes. "you're not thinking about your ex anymore, are you?"

"i'm going to fucking kill you," you threatened, though the corners of your mouth were twitching. the suffocating sadness that had been weighing on you all night had completely vanished, replaced by the familiar, comfortable irritation he always provoked.

"nah, you won't do that. you'll miss me." he teased.

you thought he'll probably swim ahead. instead, rindou cut through the water with effortless strokes, moving directly toward where you were sitting on the edge. the playfulness in his eyes slowly shifted into something entirely different as he got closer.

he stopped right in front of you. before you could even react, rindou reached up. he rested his wet forearms directly over your thighs, effectively pinning your legs beneath his weight and trapping you against the edge of the pool. he leaned forward, tilting his head back slightly so he could rest his chin directly over his folded arms, right on your lap.

the sudden proximity was suffocating.

you could feel the literal heat radiating off his wet skin, contrasting sharply with the cold pool water. from this close, you could see the dark fringe of his eyelashes, the subtle gold flecks in his irises, and the way his chest expanded and contracted as he breathed.

your hands, which had been resting on the concrete beside your hips, instinctively hovered, unsure of where to go. the tension from before didn't just return, it fucking doubled up.

"still mad?" he whispered. his voice was a low vibration that you could feel right through your thighs.

"you always know what to do." you breathed, your voice much softer than you intended. you looked down at him, your heart hammering against your ribs in a rhythm that had absolutely nothing to do with the music from earlier.

rindou didn't blink. his gaze crawled slowly up from your collarbone, tracking the way the wet fabric of your two piece swimsuit clung to your skin, before finally settling on your lips. a slow smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, his thumbs tracing circles against the bare skin of your thighs.

"i told you that you deserve better, didn't i? least i can do right now is to get your mind off of it." he murmured.

it was crazy how just his voice could make your stomach completely flip.

he tilted his head up just a fraction closer, his breath hot against your damp knees. the sheer gravity of him was dizzying. the 'best friend' safety net you’d relied on for so long was officially shredding to pieces right under his gaze.

"why don't we go inside?" you whispered, your voice a little breathless as you tried to introduce a playful note to break the suffocating heat. you reached out, your fingers sliding into his damp hair, playfully messing up the strands he’d just shaken back. "you're gonna get shivering cold out here, dj."

rindou didn't lean back. if anything, your touch only anchored him closer. an incredibly soft look passed over his features, his gaze dropping to the wet skin of your legs.

"you shouldn't worry about that. c'mon, lay all your worries on me," he said, his voice dropping. he leaned forward, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against your left knee. the warmth of his mouth sent a violent shiver straight up your spine.

"rin... hey," you squeaked out, your hands tightening slightly in his hair as a sudden spike of heat flared in your chest.

he didn't answer with words. instead, one of his hands slid from your thigh down to your right ankle. with effortless strength, he lifted your right leg out of the pool, placing your foot flat on the wet concrete ledge beside your hips, leaving only your left leg still swaying in the dark water. the movement opened your posture completely to him, breaking the final barrier between you.

"mmm?" he hummed against your skin, the sound vibrating straight through you.

his thumbs stroked the sensitive skin of your ankle before his mouth made contact again. he started kissing his way up from your right ankle, his lips hot as they trailed slow, torturous paths up your calf, heading straight for your inner thigh.

but then he stalled on the soft skin just below your knee, his chest heaving as he drank in the ragged sound of your breathing. the silence of the patio was entirely gone, replaced by the thrum of your racing pulse.

you leaned back slightly, one hand pressing flat against the damp concrete behind you to support your weight, your fingers digging into the stone. with your free hand, you let your fingers slide from his wet hair down to the line of his jaw, your palm cupping his face. your thumb moved instinctively, brushing slowly over his bottom lip, smoothing the wetness there.

"rin," you whispered, your voice trembling. "you're fucking crazy, y'know?"

rindou's eyes blew out, heavy with a hunger he’d kept chained up for months. he leaned into your palm, his lips darting out to kiss the very tip of your thumb before he spoke. "i've always been crazy for you. you're just finally noticing, doll."

"what about ran? the others inside? they might see us." you breathed, a desperate, last ditch effort.

"let them watch," he murmured, his jaw tightening as his hand slid further up your inner thigh, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the edge of your swimwear. "let the whole fucking world know. i don't give a fuck."

before you could even process the weight of his words, rindou surged upward. your fingers immediately tangled deep into his damp hair, pulling him down into a bruising, breathless kiss. his tongue immediately claimed yours, deep and demanding, entirely consuming your mouth. the heat of him was intoxicating, completely erasing everything else.

you were pulling him closer, your weight leaning entirely too far over the edge, when his hands gripped your hips a little too hard. the physics of the slippery wet concrete gave way, and with a sudden, breathless yelp from you, the action made you fall straight down into the pool with him.

splaaaaash!

the cool water engulfed you both, the sudden immersion breaking the kiss as you both surfaced, gasping for air. rindou’s hair was completely flattened against his face, his eyes blinking through the water, looking entirely stunned before that bright, raspy laugh tore from his throat.

you couldn't help the helpless, giddy giggling that bubbled up in your chest, your hands splashing him weakly as you wiped the water from your eyes. "you idiot! look what you did!"

"man, this is totally your fault," he teased, his voice thick with amusement as he closed the distance between you again, his laughter dying out as his gaze dropped to your lips.

he didn't let the lighthearted moment last long. under the dark, heavy cover of the water, his hand traveled down, his palm tapping your ass with a firm, possessive slap that sent a sudden jolt of electricity straight to your core.

"up," he murmured. your hands instantly flew to wrap tightly around his neck, your fingers burying themselves in the wet nape of his hair to anchor yourself to him. instinctively, your knees hooked around his waist, your legs wrapping tightly around him underwater as his strong arms wrapped under your thighs to hold you up. he pressed your bodies flush together, the connection of your bare skin underwater making your breath hitch.

rindou didn't even have to wait before his mouth came down on yours again, twice as hungry as before. you were already making out desperately, your tongues tangling in a deep, wet collision that tasted like pool water and sudden, unadulterated heat. his lips were bruising, completely consuming yours while he walked backward through the deep end, carrying your weight effortlessly. the rhythmic movement of his strides underwater ground your hips firmly against his, making a soft, muffled whimper escape your throat straight into his mouth.

you were completely dazed, your hands gripping the damp skin of his neck for dear life, until you finally felt your back hitting flat against the cold concrete wall of the pool.

the solid impact didn't break the kiss. instead, rindou used the wall to pin you completely, his large hands sliding down to anchor your hips firmly against the stone. he pressed his entire chest flush against yours, trapping you in the dark water as his mouth grew even more ruthless, devouring you like he was trying to leave a permanent mark.

you moaned into the kiss, the sound muffled directly against his lips as the friction of his chest against yours sent a sharp spark of heat straight down your spine.

"don't do that," he murmured, breaking the kiss just enough to pull his lips back a fraction, his eyes blown out as they stared down into yours. his breath was coming in short, ragged gasps.

"do what?" you breathed, your voice barely a whisper, your head spinning from the sudden lack of his mouth.

instead of answering with words, rindou shifted his weight, his hips pressing back against yours slightly harder, grinding himself directly against your center. the sudden sensation made a sharp moan escape your throat again.

"that," he rasped, a lazy smirk finally cutting through the intensity on his face.

"what..." you countered, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart was hammering against your ribs.

"you can't do that," he whispered. "i'm totally gonna lose it."

before you could even process the threat, one of his hands traveled down from your hip, slipping beneath the surface of the dark water to find your swimsuit bottom, while his other arm stayed hooked securely under your thigh to support your weight and position against the concrete.

his fingers flattened against the fabric, teasing your core through the clothed touch. he just rubbed his palm over the material in slow, torturous circles, the sensation of his touch sending a violent shiver through your entire body.

"every single noise you're making right now just proves he was a waste of your fucking time," he taunted. his fingers pressed a little firmer against the cloth, grinding into you with an agonizingly perfect rhythm. "i'll make you forget about him."

"holy s-shit rin… please-" you choked out, your hands tightening desperately around his neck as your hips instinctively rolled into his palm, chasing the friction through the fabric.

he let out a low, satisfied chuckle against your skin, entirely unbothered by your quiet begging. "please what, love? i'm just getting started."

he kept up the clothed torment for a few more agonizing seconds, driving you completely insane in the dark water, until he finally decided you’d had enough. with a sudden movement, his fingers hooked into the edge of your swimsuit bottom.

the raw heat of his hand against your bare skin felt entirely too loud in the quiet pool. you let out a broken, shattered gasp, your hands tightening frantically around his neck as his fingers made direct contact with your wet core.

rindou didn't hesitate. with a low, possessive rumble in his chest, he slid his first finger inside of you, the sudden fullness making your hips instinctively buck against his hand. the water did nothing to cool the absolute friction of his touch.

"r-rin... wait," you whimpered, your head tilting back against the concrete wall as a second finger pushed past your entrance, stretching you open. your breath was coming in short, panicked pants. "someone... they might see us still..."

rindou chuckled against your jaw, the vibration sending a thrill straight to your stomach. he didn't slow down. instead, his thumb found your clit underwater, pressing down firmly as his fingers inside you hooked upward, hitting a spot that made your whole body go entirely rigid.

a loud, breathless cry threatened to tear from your throat, but before it could echo across the patio, rindou pulled back just enough to look you dead in the eyes. his gaze was completely dark, a smirk playing on his lips as he picked up the pace, his fingers working inside you with a rhythmic speed that had you drowning in pleasure.

"then you keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut," he whispered. "because if you don't, they really will."

your toes curled underwater, your hips helplessly rolling into his hand as you tried to stifle your whimpers against his shoulder. every stroke was more demanding, completely washing away the last of your thoughts. you were so close, your breath hitching as the tension in your lower stomach wound tighter and tighter-

"oiiiii! you two!"

the loud, echoing shout shattered the quiet night.

the voice came from directly above. you both froze instantly. rindou’s fingers stopped dead inside you, his entire body going rigid as his head snapped upward.

leaning halfway out of his second story bedroom window was ran. even in the dim light, you could see his long hair over his shoulder and the profound look of irritation on his face.

"i can hear the water splashing from up here," ran called down, his smooth voice dripping with exhausted sarcasm. "and if i hear one more suspicious whimper-like sound, i'm dumping a bucket of ice water down there. go to sleep before i come down there and drown the both of you."

with a loud, dramatic sigh, ran slammed his bedroom window shut, the lock clicking loudly in the quiet night air.

the silence that followed was heavy.

you slowly looked back at rindou, your heart hammering against your ribs from the sheer panic of almost getting caught. your face was burning a furious shade of red. rindou stared at the closed window for a second, a frustrated curse muttering under his breath. slowly and teasingly, his fingers slid out of your slick warmth, the empty sensation making you let out a tiny, involuntary whine.

without another word, the two of you silently scrambled out of the pool, parting ways in a blur of quiet, awkward tension. you grabbed your towel, giving him a hurried, breathless look before slipping back inside and heading straight for the privacy of the bathroom.

once you were standing in the shower, the hot water finally drizzling down from above, you let your head rest against the cool tile. your thoughts were a chaotic, buzzing mess. you couldn't believe what had just happened out there. you’d been so close, completely consumed by him, and the abrupt, humiliating interruption left a heavy, aching frustration throbbing deep in your lower stomach.

you wanted him.

you wanted what he was doing to you.

the sudden, sharp slide of the glass shower door cut your thoughts entirely short.

you gasped, turning around to find rindou stepping directly into the steam with you. he was completely bare, the water instantly slicking down his tattooed torso.

"i'm not yet done with you," he murmured, his voice low.

"what the fuck rindou!!" you breathed, your back pressing against the tiled wall as your heart leaped into your throat. "you can't just-"

"it's not like my fingers weren't up your pussy minutes ago, doll," he cut you off, his tone completely flat and dripping with pure, unapologetic confidence.

before you could even utter another word, he closed the distance. rindou's hand slid up to your throat in one fluid motion, holding you just firmly enough to tilt your head back as his mouth crashed down onto yours.

the makeout was instantly hot and consuming. the rush of the water drizzling from above fell over both of you as your tongues tangled, a messy clash of desperate lips. your hands flew up, your palms flat against his chest, feeling the heavy thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. you melted completely, whimpering directly into his mouth as his other hand slid down from the wall, tracing a burning path down the valley of your chest, over your stomach, and straight down between your thighs.

he kept kissing you ruthlessly, his tongue deep and demanding, entirely keeping you dazed while his fingers gently parted your legs. he nudged his knee between yours to open you up, pinning your hips securely against the tiled wall. you couldn't break away even if you wanted to, the sheer heat of his lips and the wet friction of his body flush against yours had you completely trapped.

his hand guided his length to your wet entrance, still thoroughly devouring your mouth, before he finally drove all the way inside you with an agonizingly smooth thrust.

the sudden, overwhelming fullness made you tear your mouth away from his.

"rindou!!!" you screamed, your voice echoing off the wet tiles as your fingers dug desperately into his shoulders, your back arching off the wall.

you both had been wanting this for so fucking long. the tension that had built between you for months, hidden behind the ‘best friend’ titles, finally snapped.

"be a good girl for me," he rasped against your lips as his hips immediately ground against yours, immediately hitting the right spots.

"ugh, fuck, yeah... just like that," you moaned.

he didn't let you breathe. his hand found your throat again, his fingers wrapping firmly around the front of your neck to tilt your head up, while his other hand gripped your hip to anchor you flush against his chest. with his hand holding your throat, he pulled you impossibly closer, his mouth perfectly aligned to your ear.

"look what i'm doing to you," he rasped, driving into you with relentless force.

the sheer sensation of him moving inside you under the streaming hot water was overwhelming, sending waves of pure, blinding pleasure crashing over your head. you could barely keep your eyes open, your hands gripping his wet shoulders as you cried out his name, entirely undone by the brutal depth of his thrusts.

he let out a low chuckle at the sound of his name on your lips, his pace turning even more vicious. he ground his hips flush against yours, locking you in place so you had to take every single bit of him.

"see, doll?" rindou whispered against your ear, pulling you so close his lips brushed your lobe. "fucking you like this... and now all you remember is my name."

the rain outside was relentless, a violent downpour that slammed against the windows of rindou's place, turning the tokyo skyline into a blurred, neon smudge.

inside, the only sound was the steady hum of the dryer running in the hallway. you had arrived nearly an hour early, completely soaked to the bone after your umbrella snapped in the wind.

just great, right?

you and rindou had been best friends for as long as you can remember, raiding his place and making yourself at home was second nature to you at this point.

you had immediately stripped out of your dripping clothes, tossed them into the wash, and gone digging through the closet for something to wear. you grabbed the first oversized button down you found in the fresh laundry basket and slipped it on.

now, you found yourself perched sideways on the edge of the kitchen island, the cold marble biting sharply through the thin silk of the shirt as your bare legs dangled over the side. the quiet hum of the apartment was almost hypnotic, punctuated only by the steady drum of rain against the glass. leaning back slightly, you pulled up your chat with rindou, your thumbs tapping out a quick update:

“status report please, where the fuck are you?”

you had just hit send, the screen illuminating your face in the dim kitchen, when the heavy thud of the front door’s lock echoed through the hallway.

"rin, you're late," you called out without looking up, a small smile tugging at your lips as you kept your eyes locked on your phone. "i was honestly about to start raiding your wine cellar without-"

the words died in your throat as your gaze finally drifted up from the glowing screen.

it wasn't rindou.

ran stepped into the entryway, and the entire energy of the room shifted in a single heartbeat. he looked utterly undone by the storm outside. his hair was damp, heavy strands clinging to his forehead and the sides of his face, with droplets of stray rainwater slowly tracing a path down his temples and jawline. he looked exhausted, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

without even acknowledging you yet, his fingers went straight to his neck. with a sharp motion, he yanked his tie loose and tossed it carelessly onto the nearest table. his formal suit jacket followed, discarded onto a nearby chair. he began unbuttoning the top of his button down shirt, peeling the damp fabric away, the action exposing the intricate tattoos on his torso.

and then, his heavy lidded violet eyes finally lifted, locking directly onto you.

ran froze. the tired expression on his face completely vanished, replaced by an intense stare that made your breath catch. his gaze slowly swept over your form sitting on his kitchen counter. he tracked the way the rich, dark purple fabric swallowed your frame, the hem barely riding low enough to cover the tops of your bare thighs, leaving your legs completely exposed under the dim kitchen lights.

the silence between you became suffocating, heavy with a sudden and thick tension.

"well, well," ran murmured, his voice sent a involuntary shiver straight down your spine. a slow, wicked smirk finally tugged at the corner of his lips. "look what the storm dragged in."

"ran, hey," you breathed, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. you instinctively pulled your knees a little closer together, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that you had absolutely nothing on underneath the shirt you stole. “i.. i um, rindou said he's near. i'm just waiting for him."

"he's caught in the traffic, sweetheart," ran said, his long, elegant strides closing the distance between the entryway and the kitchen. he didn't stop unbuttoning his shirt as he walked, his eyes never once leaving yours. the intoxicating scent of rain and his cologne completely invaded your space. "but it looks like you've already made yourself completely at home."

he stopped right between your parted knees, his massive, towering frame completely blocking out the rest of the room. he was so close you could feel the radiating heat of his skin, contrasting sharply against the cold marble beneath you.

ran reached out, his long fingers gently hooking underneath your chin. his thumb rested right against your lower lip, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to look up into his eyes.

his gaze drifted slowly down from your face, dropping to the fabric of the button down shirt you're wearing. his free hand reached over, his fingers deliberately reaching down to the texture of silk right over the swell of your chest.

as his palm swept over the expensive fabric, his knuckles heavy and warm, they slow grazed the distinct, sensitive peak of your breast, already hard from the sudden rush of adrenaline.

your breath hitched, a sharp gasp catching in your throat, your hands instantly gripping the edge of the counter behind you.

an amused, incredibly dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he felt you tremble under his touch, fully recognizing his own clothing and exactly what it was doing to you.

"is that my shirt?" ran asked, his voice thick with a sultry gravity. his free hand then came down against the cold marble right beside your hip.

“well, i found it at rin's laundry basket.”

"rindou doesn't wear silk, doll," ran whispered, leaning down until his lips were brushing against the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning across your flushed skin. his hand slowly slid down from your chin, his thumb lingering at the very first button at your chest, "and he knows better than to let you wear something that makes me want to rip it right off your body.”

you swallowed the sudden lump in your throat, forcing your gaze to stay locked onto his eyes. you weren't going to let him see just how much he was rattling you. leaning back just a fraction, you gave a small, defiant tilt to your chin, trying to match his suffocating gravity with your own sharp edge.

"then it's a good thing you don't always get what you want, ran," you challenged, your voice steady despite the frantic racing of your pulse. "rindou will be here any minute. i suggest you back up before he walks through that door."

ran didn't even flinch. instead, a slow chuckle vibrated deep in his chest, a sound so utterly smug and heavy it made your skin prickle.

"any minute? sweetheart, the highway is completely packed. we have nothing but time."

his fingers mobe with an agonizing slowness down to the first fastened button, the one holding the silk together right over the swell of your chest.

"and besides," he murmured, his gaze dropping to the fabric, he flicked the button loose.

click.

“you can't exactly display yourself out here wearing nothing but my clothes."

the silk parted over your chest, exposing the skin and the sensitive, aching peak he had just grazed moments before. the cool kitchen air hit your heated skin, making you shudder.

your fingers tightened around the marble counter behind you, your tough exterior starting to fray at the edges under the sheer weight of his proximity.

ran let out a satisfied hum at your silence, a dark glint flashing in his violet eyes as he watched your defenses completely crumble. he didn't unbutton the next loop. instead, he slipped his hand entirely past the parted silk of your shirt, his large palm flattening directly against your bare waist.

his grip was firm, his long fingers anchoring into your hip as he pulled you forward, sliding your thighs flush against his until there wasn't a single inch of space left between you. he dipped his head, his lips hovering mere millimeters from yours, his breath fanning across your mouth.

​"you really have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, sweetheart," ran whispered, his thumb idly tracing the curve of your hip bone, sending a violent shiver straight down your spine. "so, let's find out how quiet you can keep that pretty little mouth of yours.”

his head dipped lower, his lips brushing yours, the heat between you completely boiling over-

beep. beep. beep.

the smart lock jingled, and the front door burst open with an aggressive bang.

"i’m gonna fucking sue the weather app," rindou’s voice boomed from the hallway, dripping with rage. the wet squelch of his shoes echoed as he stormed inside. "out of all the days i didn't have a fucking umbrella with me, it fucking decided to rain.”

boogsh.

he froze dead in his tracks.

his eyes darted from you, perched on the counter with your button down shirt, that's well um.. holding for its dear life. then directly to his older brother, whose hand was still very clearly anchored onto your hip.

the kitchen went dead silent. ran, knowing damn well that rindou had been nursing a massive, unspoken crush on you for years now, didn't even panic. instead, his older brother instincts kicked into overdrive and he immediately scrambled to make up the worst excuse in human history.

"rindou, bro! you're home early!" ran said, his voice suddenly jumping an octave into a completely fake, cheerful tone. with lightning speed, ran snatched the two sides of your open silk shirt, violently pulling them together and holding them shut over your chest with one hand, trying to make you look 'decent'. “we were just... uh... managing a severe medical emergency. she got caught in the rain and i was worried she’d catch a cold, so i was checking her temperature. i could be a doctor now. cool right, rindou?”

rindou's face twisted into an expression of profound and visceral disgust. he was not buying a single syllable of this shit from ran.

"checking her temperature," rindou repeated, his voice dangerously flat. "wow, i'm totally convinced."

"it's a medical technique," ran insisted smoothly, using his free hand to awkwardly pat your shoulder, completely playing with the bullshit. "she was shivering. i was providing thermal body regulation, as a good housemate you know."

​"get out of my sight, ran," rindou snapped, his voice a mix of sibling fury and pure, protective jealousy. he watched the hallway like a hawk until ran disappeared from his sight, then turned back to you, his chest heaving as he gripped the edge of the counter right beside you. "i shouldn't have left you here alone with him. are you okay?”

​"i mean," you murmured, a faint, teasing smile tugging at the corner of your lips despite the heat still burning in your cheeks, "on the bright side... i'm not cold anymore.”

the rain didn't just fall. it was heavy against the windshield of his car, a steady and deafening hum that felt way too loud in the cramped silence of the driver’s seat.

2:14 am.

rindou stared through the blurred glass, eyes locked onto the minimal amber glow of your second story bedroom window.

he’d been sitting here for two hours now. two hours of the engine idling, the windshield wipers slapping away the downpour, and his phone burning a hole in his palm.

he had called you at midnight.

then at 12:30am.

then twice at 1:00am.

each time, it just rolled over to voicemail, your recorded voice telling him to leave a message, leaving him in the dark.

he had actually gotten out of the car once. around 1:15am, he’d pulled his hood up and walked up the driveway, fully intending to just knock on your door like he usually did.

he didn't care that it was late. you guys didn't have boundaries like that.

not when he had the spare key to your apartment jingling against his car fob. not when half his oversized hoodies were sitting in the bottom of your laundry basket, and your favorite lip balm was rolling around in his glove box.

you were friends, the best of friends, not until the lights went out and the lines got blurred.

but then he saw it.

parked right under the streetlamp, dripping with rain, was a car he didn't recognize. sleek, dark, and definitely not yours.

rindou had stopped dead on the pavement, the rain instantly soaking through his jacket, his chest tightening in a way he wasn't prepared for. he just stared at the unfamiliar vehicle, a sudden, ugly knot forming in his stomach.

someone else is here.

he had turned back around, locking himself back inside his car, but he couldn't bring himself to drive away.

so he stayed. waiting.

staring up at your window, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, his mind looping over and over about who was up there with you.

he knew the rules.

you both had explicitly written them out in the quiet spaces between tangled sheets and whispered promises that were supposed to mean nothing.

just benefits.

just when it’s convenient.

a clean layout to protect two people too terrified of losing the friendship to risk the fall. but sitting here in the dark, he was drowning with the rain.

he couldn't take the silence anymore. with a trembling thumb, he hit your name one more time.

he brought the phone to his ear, listening to the first ring, his eyes fixed on your window.

please pick up.

to his surprise, the phone finally clicked, the ringing cutting off so suddenly it made his heart jump into his throat.

"rin?" your voice came through the speaker, hushed, a little breathless, and laced with sleep.

upstairs, you were struggling to keep your voice down. the room was warm, dimly lit by the amber glow of your bedside lamp, but your skin felt completely flushed. you were propped up on one elbow, shifting carefully so you don't wake the guy dazed with sleep beside you.

a heavy, tattooed arm was slung possessively over your waist, a distraction you’d brought home from a bar hours ago, a desperate attempt to erase the memory of the way rindou’s hands felt on your skin.

because the truth was a heavy and suffocating.

you're fucking in love with him.

it wasn't never just ‘casual’ to you, and it wasn't just an attachment born out of proximity.

you loved him so completely it felt like a sickness, a slow burning ache that worsened every time he pulled you close just to let you go the next morning. but the fear of losing him entirely kept your mouth shut.

what if he doesn't feel the same? what if, to rindou, you were truly just a safe harbor, a convenient body to hold when the world got too loud?

but seeing his name, ‘rindou haitani’, flashing on your screen at 2:00am in the morning changed everything.

it always did.

"hey," rindou said, forcing his voice into that lazy drawl he always used to mask the absolute panic inside him. "i know it's late. are you busy?"

"rin, it's two in the morning," you whispered into the phone, your heart doing that stupid, hopeful flip against your ribs.

"i really wanna see you," he murmured, his eyes fixed on your window from down in the dark. the cool facade was slipping, his voice sounding entirely too honest.

you looked down at the dark ink on the arm beside you, a sudden wave of heavy guilt washing over your chest. "i um... it's just that someone's over."

the words hit him like a physical blow to the sternum, knocking the air right out of his lungs. he gripped the steering wheel tighter. "even just for a bit?" he pleaded, the sheer desperation bleeding through before he could stop it. "please."

"rin, i can't-"

before you could finish, the weight beside you shifted. the guy woke up, restless and impatient. he didn't care that you were on the phone; he just sat up, his chest pressing against your bare back as his lips found the sensitive skin of your nape. he started leaving deep, heavy kisses down the line of your back, his hands gripping your hips to pull you closer.

you gasped softly, trying to push him away with one hand while keeping the phone to your ear.

"i-i'll call you back," you managed to choke out, your head spinning from the sudden touch.

"wait- just let me-" rindou started, his brow furrowing as he heard the low rustle of sheets through the line.

but before he could finish the sentence, the guy gripped your waist tightly and suddenly pulled you backward, plowing you straight back onto the mattress. the sudden jolt made your fingers slick with sweat and lose their grip. the phone slipped right out of your hand, clattering face up onto the tangled blankets beside your pillow, the call still active.

you didn't even have time to reach for it. the guy moved down the bed, his weight settling between your thighs as he buried his face between your legs, his tongue's completely hungry.

on the other end of the line, rindou froze.

the silence from your end was deafening, followed by the muffled, frantic rustling of fabric and what seems like a shift of weight.

he was completely confused, his thumb hovering over the 'end call' button, a sickening feeling twisting his gut because he doesn't know what the hell was happening. or perhaps, he knows it too well.

he just chose to be in denial.

the shift hit you completely blind. overwhelmed, losing your grip on reality, and completely short circuiting from the intensity, your eyes locked onto the ceiling. you didn't even focus your attention to the man between your legs. your mind was entirely consumed by the boy waiting on the other end of the phone, the boy you actually wanted, the boy you loved so much it made you sick.

you let out a broken and ragged whine that cut straight through the speaker of his phone.

"ughh fuckkk... just like that, rin..."

in the quiet of his car, rindou stared at the screen, your voice still echoing in the cramped space.

his name.

you had called out his name.

he looked back up at the amber window, his breathing shallow, completely shattered and utterly wired all at once in the pouring rain.

the apartment is suffocating, the kind of heavy, upcoming mid-july heat that makes even breathing feel like a chore. long story short, the weather's being a bitch and it's hot as shit.

the only saving grace right now is the hum of the old ac unit, which is doing a miserable job of cooling the living room. or perhaps, maybe the whole apartment itself.

rindou is sprawled out on the couch, the frame of his glasses is slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose as he pulls the fabric of his black top away from his chest, trying to catch a stray breeze. his skin is flushed, a light sheen of sweat catching the light over the dark ink wrapping around his shoulder. somehow trying to compensate, a half melted, blue popsicle is propped lazily between his llips.

suddenly, he noticed you making your way out of his bedroom, breaking the quiet atmosphere. you’re wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, his scent still lingering, and with nothing but your underwear underneath.

it’s a standard sleepover look for you. years of friendship meant that boundaries melted away a long time ago.

at this point, you had some of your clothes over his place. but most of the time, you don't even bother wearing them. you prefer the comfort and loose feeling his shirts gave you, what's more is that he doesn't mind at all.

rindou doesn't even look up at first, he just takes the popsicle out of his mouth, as he watches you make your way towards his direction.

"look who finally crawled out of the cave," rindou taunts, his voice a rasp that’s thick with afternoon laziness. his eyes track you through his lenses, and a smirk is tugging at the corner of his mouth. "you slept the whole damn day away. i was starting to think you died in there."

"you're such a fucking asshole, rin," you complain, and your voice is still lightly rough from the sleep you had. you then walk over to the couch facing him, crossing your arms. "why didn't you wake me up? my sleep schedule is completely ruined now."

"well, you looked too comfortable, and i'm a good friend. why bother when you're looking like you're dreaming about me." he teases softly, though there’s a lingering warmth in the way his gaze stays locked on you. he did the little pats on the couch beside the area he's sitted, signaling you to come over and sit beside him.

"you're so annoying," instead of sitting next to him to continue your rant, you opt for the familiar comfort of his lap. you step over his thighs, shifting your weight until you’re straddling him completely. “and ugh, can't it get any hotter?”

rindou’s breath hitches just a fraction, slightly taken aback from your action. although let's be real, this isn't new to the two of you at this point. rindou was just too stunned to speak with the straightforward-ness.

his tattooed hand then instinctively comes up, palm flattening against your hip to help steady you.

"you're so damn whiny," he whispers, his head tilting back just a little as he looks up at you. the smugness in his expression is still there, but his eyes are fixed intently on yours.

"ugh, just by looking at your face ruins my day," you huff, your hands finding his shoulders for balance as you deliberately shift your weight against him, a slow, challenging press of your hips. “and i woke up to this weather.”

"you're forgetting something," rindou murmurs, a lazy smirk widening as his free hand begins a deliberate caress down the bare skin of your thigh. "besides, don't act like you didn't exhaust yourself last night. you were completely out, i didn't wanna disturb you."

"and whose fault is that?" you counter, tilting your chin up to match his arrogance, leaning in until your breath fans over his face.

"yours, clearly," he whispers, his eyes darkening behind his lenses as his fingers dig slightly into your skin. "you said you could go for more rounds."

"oh please,” you murmur, your hands fully wrapping around his shoulder, anchoring yourself. "we've been doing this way too long for you to act like you weren't the one keeping me up."

"lie better, you know you love it," he replied.

before you can retort, his hand on your thigh slides upward, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of his oversized shirt that you're wearing. his palm finds the soft fabric of your panties, and without a second thought, his thumb presses firmly against your clothed clit, rubbing in circles.

the sudden contact made your breath die down before you could even react further.

"hey now, suddenly forgot how to form sentences?" rindou whispers, watching your expression change with absolute satisfaction. he keeps the pace steady, his thumb applying just enough pressure through the thin cotton to make your hips twitch instinctively against his hand.

"rin-" you try to complain, your voice losing its sharp edge and turning into something breathless and strained. "t-this isn't the time.. to do this. man, fuck you.”

"man, i love that idea." he murmurs, his eyes were fixed on your face as his fingers suddenly slide past the damp edge of the fabric, pushing it to the side, popping two fingers directly inside you.

the friction and the sudden fullness caught you completely off guard. your eyes widen, and a sharp, needy noise rises in your throat-

but before the sound can escape your lips, rindou's other hand moves with practiced, effortless speed. he lifts the popsicle, popping the freezing, sweet ice right into your open mouth to block the sound.

the intense shock of the cold instantly silences you, swallowing your supposed moan, contrasting wildly with the consuming heat between your thighs where his fingers work their magic.

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.