First Gear

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/31867651.

Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: Multi, F/M
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Relationships: Kuroo Tetsurou/Reader, Bokuto Koutarou/Reader, Tsukishima
Kei/Reader, Oikawa Tooru/Reader, Suna Rintarou & Reader, Ukai
Keishin/Reader, Azumane Asahi/Reader, Haikyuu!! Ensemble/Reader
Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru, Tsukishima Kei, Suna Rintarou,
Iwaizumi Hajime, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Azumane Asahi,
Matsukawa Issei, Tendou Satori, Hinata Shouyou, Miya Osamu, Miya
Atsumu, Ukai Keishin
Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Angst, Street Racing, Alternate Universe -
College/University, Blood Kink, Choking, Rough Oral Sex, Oral Sex,
Rough Sex, Car Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, Threesome, Hair-pulling,
Strippers & Strip Clubs, Gun Kink, Knifeplay, Gunplay, Teasing,
Masochism, Dom/sub
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2021-06-11 Completed: 2022-08-24 Words: 81,422 Chapters:
30/30
 First Gear
by erose1010

Summary

Under neon lights the world seems entirely new, each flicker of a light bulb looks like a green
light.

When crime, cars, and love intervene, how far will everyone go to win?

And what exactly does being a champion entail?

Notes

Now on WATTPAD (with visuals) !! :)

•smut warning•
•mature themes•

POST TIME SKIP AGE !!!!!!!!!

 The Club
Chapter Summary

warnings:
•foul language•
•stripping•
•alcohol•

The strip club, not the ideal place for a college girls birthday party. What started off as a joke
slowly turned in to reality during the late hours of the night.

"We need to do something crazy for you!"

(Y/N) thought that buying a fancy bottle of liquor or asking out a random guy at the bar was
crazy enough, but she was mistaken.

"Yeah, like strip club crazy!"

Even though it seemed like nothing but a wild suggestion, they were now sitting with a face
fill of G-string and body glitter. Under the fluorescent light their blushed faces were
illuminated different shades of blues and purples as they cheered on the dancer in front of
them.

"I'm wondering why my tits don't look that good," (Y/N) sighed as she stared up at the
stripper chests as she walked back toward the pole, unadulterated confidence oozing from
her smile.

"I think you have wonderful boobies," Yui teased as she downed the last shot. Her usage of
the word boobies attracted a variety of stares from various patrons around them.

The loud music and bustling atmosphere was overwhelming to say the least. (Y/N) was
feeling especially lethargic, she slumped against the soft velvet cushion, still dressed in her
birthday hat and pink sash which her friends repeatedly told her that she looked so amazing
in, even though she believed it was horrifically embarrassing.

"You look s-ssick? Are you okay?" Yachi asked worryingly, trying her very hardest not to
slur her S' as she spoke.

"Honesty, i'm exhausted," (Y/N) laughed breathlessly as she wiped a bit of sweat from her
brow.

Behind her a smug looking male with dark wild hair stopped dead in his tracks. He shoved
his belongings in to his pocket and then leaned slyly against the corner of their booth.
"We have a drink that might change that," he smirked, catching the girls attention.

With no name tag or uniform on the girls looked up at him confusingly, mistaking him for
just another guy who wanted to mess around with them.

"Are you trying to take us home?"

His broad shoulders bounced up and down as he laughed. "I'm one of the investors here
actually," he replied, sounding the slightest bit pompous.

"An investor? Why the hell would you invest in a strip club?" (Y/N) snickered, the party hat
slipped off as she threw her head back.

Behind him another male appeared, with two toned hair tied in a low knot and dark circles
that encased his cat like eyes.

"Strip clubs make more money than you could ever imagine," his friend shrugged. "People
buy drinks, they eat the food, they buy personal time with dancers, or throw their money in to
their ongoing tabs."

The ravenette glanced down at (Y/N) who was listening intently to what his colleague had to
say. Bending his knees he slunk further down the side of the booth until he reached her
height. With one hand drumming the edge of her seat he cleared his throat and began to
whisper in her ear. "Of course birthday's make money as well...Little girls like yourself love
to come here for silly parties."

Her cheeks went hot, turning even more flushed than they had been before. The man had
stood back up, returned his hands to his pockets and then gave the girls another lazy smile.

"I'll tell them to bring you those drinks...On the house of course."

When the pair finally stepped away (Y/N) felt like she could finally let go of the breath she
had been holding for the duration of that conversation. Her friends sent that "were they hot or
are we just drunk" look to each other as they were finally left alone. However (Y/N) was less
focused on their looks, and more concerned with the odd looking metal lump that stuck out of
their jacket pockets.

"Here you go girls," the waitress, who was wearing nothing but a sheer blue shall smiled and
set down a tray of drinks. "By the way, Kenma said your tab has been cleared and paid for."

"Kenma?' Yui raises her brows.

"Oh, Kenma is the one with the dyed hair." The waitress then smiled and fiddled with the
hem of her shall. "The tall one is Kuroo, he's like Kenma's partner."

Partner? She thought to hersellf. They couldn't of been that much older than her, so why on
earth did they have access to these expenses?

"Hey, uh, (Y/N)," Yui elbow her friend as they both finished sucking down whatever it was
Kenma sent to their table.
"Yeah?' She replied, already feeling her body start to ignite.

"Our tab was two hundred dollars."

Covering a thirty dollar tab was nice, taking care of a seventy dollar one was almost saint-
like, but $200? No one on earth would cough up $200 to a group of drunk college students.

"Are you serious—"

"—Hey! Birthday girl!"

(Y/N) and her friends advert their attention to one of the strippers on stage, her long bleached
hair swung back and forth as she sashayed toward the group.

"Yes?" (Y/N) responded, her senses becoming almost multiplied due to the energy she was
receiving from the drink.

"You wanna give it a go?"

"Give what a go...?"

"Stripping silly! C'mon we offer all birthday girls the chance to do it!"

There was a pause as (Y/N) eyed the pole in the middle of the room. During her time on this
planet she imagined herself doing many things: backpacking in the mountains, swimming
with dolphins, buying her own house... Stripping in a night club had never crossed her mind.

"Yes! She would love too!' Her friends exclaimed, shoving her out of the both and toward the
friendly blonde before them.

"No! No I—"

"—Perfect! Let's get you dolled up, I mean you only live once so lets do this the right way!"
The performer squealed and grabbed (Y/N) by the wrist, carrying her off toward the back
rooms.

As she was getting dragged away (Y/N) lifted her middle finger up toward the booth-ful of
her friends, who were all dry heaving from how hard they had been laughing.

"Don't worry darlin' there's nothin to it!" She reassured her as she opened up the door to the
dressing room.

Inside was several mirrors, a wardrobe, and an old couch where only a young man with
blonde hair and glasses sat.

"Sorry, I must be in the wrong room," he announced and then walked off without another
word.

"Sheesh, he was tall."

(Y/N) didn't respond, she was stuck in an alcohol induced trance, still trying to comprehend
the last fifteen minutes. The blonde women guided her down to the seat and gently fiddled
with her make up, making Tch noises whenever she dropped a brush or a tube of lipstick.
Within minutes (Y/N) had gotten her face done, as well as her outfit changed.

"Wow, you look damn good!'

Finally (Y/N) snapped back to reality, staring in the dirty mirror at the reflection of a women
who seemed nothing like herself. The alcohol coursing through her veins caused her heart to
thump wildly. Unsure if she was nervous or excited, (Y/N) turned toward her new companion
with her mouth hung slightly open.

"Y-You uh...You do this for all birthday girls?"

The women shrugged.

"We always offer, but no one has ever taken it seriously until now!"

The blue lingerie that was wrapped around her body made it quite clear that things were
quote on quote, serious. It looked as if she was just another one of the dancers, sitting lazily
in the room awaiting her call to stage.

"You ready?"

"Wait," (Y/N) froze. Chatting in the dressing room, and wearing sexy outfits was fun and all,
but going out in front of an audience—one that included her friends, seemed far too daunting,
even while intoxicated.

"It's easy! All you gotta do is pick one person out in that crowd and make it your mission to
seduce 'em!" She grabbed (Y/N)'s shoulders and shook them roughly.

"Just one person?"

"Mhm, trust me, once you get all motivated, the rest will come naturally," she reassured her
as she led the (Y/N) toward the stage.

Sitting on one end of the room were her friends, who were all holding out their phone
cameras ecstatically. On the other far side of the room was a group of older business men,
who all took their jackets off in fear of their wives smelling any unfamiliar perfume.

Lastly, there was Kuroo and Kenma who stood dead set in the center. However, now they
were joined by the tall blonde and a new smug face.

I'll choose them, (Y/N) said to herself as she slowly stepped on stage.

The sound of Yui hollering was no match for the sound of the speakers which played loudly
as she stepped toward the pole. At first she thought of just being a clown, thinking that it
might be better to be laughing with the crowd rather than being laughed at.
That seemed like a good solution, until she noticed that the four men in the middle of the
room had suddenly froze. Their eyes all upon her body as she stepped on stage... And she
liked it.

"I hate that we have our meetings here," Tsukishima growled.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Oikawa purred as (Y/N) wrapped her hands around the
pole.

"I mean look at the eye candy."

Kuroo snickered and passed his friend a drink, which he declined with a scowl.

"Listen, Tsuki-poo. If you're gonna be using this place like a bank then you better get used to
having the meetings here,'' Kuroo sighed.

"Now shut up and enjoy the show will ya?"

He already was, in fact all four of them kept their eyes glued to the girl as she slowly stepped
around the pole, each movement becoming more and more fluid.

Up on the stage (Y/N) could feel their stares burning a hole through her, which only made her
feel even more obligated to put on a show. Although she felt utterly out of place, she knew
that in twenty four hours this would be nothing but a painfully awkward memory, so the least
she could do was capitalize on the moment now free of consequences or embarrassment.

Maintaining eye contact with the four in the center she slowly dropped to her knees, slinking
down on to the cool floor but leaving her back arched. The sounds of cheers from her friends
signified that she had to of been doing something right.

"Who is that girl anyways?" Oikawa asked, leaning against the table top.

"She was just a customer, but I suppose she wanted to give it a go?" Kuroo smirked. "Why,
you taken a liking to her or something?"

"No, of course not."

(Y/N)'s movements had become smooth, she felt a sense of confidence that had never existed
before inside herself. Moving painfully slow, (Y/N) moved her legs outward, not stopping
until both of her legs spread in opposite directions and the sparkling tassels on her bottoms
fell over her thighs.

"I bet you take that back now, huh?"

Oikawa was the first to break, even from her spot on stage (Y/N) could see his face turn
slightly pink as he shifted around by the bar. It only took another movement to break Kuroo,
who had dug his hands in his pockets and furrowed his brows as he stared the girl down.

"Think we can replace prize money with the chance to fuck her?" Kuroo asked sarcastically
as she lifted a leg on to the pole, the blue of her outfit matching the the lighting behind her.
"Let's leave her out of this," Kenma and Tsuki said at the same time, although they kept their
eyes focused solely on her.

"Keep her out of it? I mean she was the one to hop on stage," Oikawa laughed.

He was right. Although, (Y/N) was gravely unaware what her little escapades would bring
her, but ignorance was bliss, and as she watched Kenma finally break she didn't have the
slightest care in the world.

The only one who hadn't shown a sign of weakness was Tsukishima, who kept his hardened
expression on during her entire dance.

"Kei, you wanna go take a lap or something?" Kuroo teased as the lights got a bit brighter.

"I'll snap your neck in two."

Feeling slightly defeated that she couldn't get them all to flail before her, (Y/N) walked off
the stage with confidence in a last minute attempt to break him. But it was still no use, even
as she made it back in the dressing room she didn't notice even a smirk coming from the
blonde.

"My god! That was amazing!" The performers exclaimed as she walked off stage, sweat
dripping from her chin down on to her exposed breasts.

"Honestly it felt pretty great," she cackled as she flopped down on to the old couch in the
dressing room.

"You should feel great! Kuroo and the others have never once watched a dancer perform
before!"

(Y/N) suddenly felt herself sober up ever so slightly as their names were mentioned again.
She wondered who exactly the four men were, and why on earth they were here of all places.

"Hey, can you tell me a bit about them?" (Y/N) stood up and asked the women.

"Well I—"

"—(Y/N)!" Yui's voice cut off the dancer as she ran in to the room. "You were so sexy! Like
seriously what the hell was that?"

Incoherent squeals and gibberish escaped the girls mouths for a few minutes as they gushed
about how well her little performance went. It wasn't until the blonde performer behind them
cleared her throat that they stopped their blabbering.

"We're gonna head to the next bar, you ready?"

(Y/N) paused, looking at her friends with a bittersweet look.

"I know it's my birthday but I'm exhausted," she sighed and took a seat back on the couch.
"Oh, well then we'll just—"

"—You girls go on, I can make sure this birthday girl gets home safe." Kuroo's voice rang
from behind.
 The Room At The Top
Chapter Summary

warnings:
•smut•
•foul language•

Kuroo escorted her out of the club like a gentlemen, giving her his jacket to wear and making
sure to hold any doors open for her. They didn't speak to each other much, only a simple
"thank you" or "of course" was uttered as they made their way out of the club. It wasn't until
they made it to the parking lot that a real conversation occurred.

"This ones mine," he pointed to the sleek black car in their right.

"Really?"

The lights flashed as he unlocked the car. Kuroo cocked his head slightly and raised a brow.

"Why are you surprised?"

"I thought a young hot shot like you would blow all your cash on something like a Ferrari,"
she teased as he opened the car door for her.

"This is more fitting for my job," Kuroo's voice was a mere whisper over the sound of the
engine starting.

He spoke as if (Y/N) knew exactly who he was, and what exactly he did for a living.

"Although I own a few others," he said nonchalantly, obviously trying to impress her as he
drove out of the lot. "You wanna see them?"

(Y/N) laughed, although nothing he said was funny.

"I think I might just call it a night...But, I'll take a rain check?" She chuckled, turning her
head to look out his tinted windows.

Her bursts of energy were slowly fading, and whatever magic potion Kenma had sent to her
table had already finished its work in her system. Now all she was capable of doing was
simply breathing and blinking, functioning manually as if she had to control every function
of her body.

"You're exhausted, huh?"

A smile crept back on to her face, she shrugged, the lining of his jacket rubbing against her
bare skin.

"Yeah, whatever that shit your friend gave me only works temporarily."

Kuroo winced and looked over at her.

"It was a monster energy drink mixed with clear and brown liquor," Kuroo held back a gag.
"If you wake up without a hang over I'd be surprised."

(Y/N) threw her head down in defeat, but the ghost of her smirk still was left upon her lips.

"Who the hell drinks that?"

He shrugged, his large hands jerked the steering wheel, causing the both of them to shift
harshly to their lefts.

"Someone who doesn't ever drink, and stays up for hours on end," he laughed, picturing a
confused Kenma mixing whatever looked expensive in with his two dollar energy drinks.

Outside the street signs for corner stores illuminate the alleyways which they drove through.
(Y/N) watched as Kuroo's face twisted in to different expressions based on what road they
turned on or what signs were read.

"So, what exactly is it that you do for a living anyways?" (Y/N) asked, her S's slurring
together slightly.

"Can you keep a secret?" He asks her as they came to a stop inside the parking lot of a large
hotel.

"Mhm."

Kuroo leans closer to her, shifting the car in to park and then removing his hands from the
console. The corners of his lips turn up right as he eyes her in the bright blue outfit.

"That didn't sound very believable," he teased.

"But I really can keep a secret," she responded with furrowed brows and pouted lips

Kuroo could feel his heart pound as she leaned closer.

"How about I tell you another secret, just to test out if your really as trust worthy as you say
you are?" He suggests as her eyes meet his.

"What's the other secret?"

His left hand reaches over the center console and lands softly on her upper thigh. He rubs
circles in to her flesh with the pads of her fingers, smiling as he watches her squirm under his
touch.
"My secret is that I though you looked incredibly sexy up on that stage," he purred noticing
her legs clench together. "And that I've been waiting to touch you all night."

She melts underneath his touch, feeling his hot breath against her neck. Kuroo's hands work
their way up from the base of her thighs to the waist band of her bottoms, fiddling with the
fake jewels which hung on the tassels of her flamboyant costume, chucking as he heard her
breathing hitch.

"Fancy, fancy, fancy," he repeated as he took another look at her. "Maybe I'll buy you
something like this with some real diamonds on it."

"Can you—"

"—What. What do you want me to do?"

(Y/N) leaned forward, grabbing ahold of his collar and pulling him in to her lips. His tongue
slid between her lips, gently battling for dominance inside her mouth. He kissed her with
such force that her head tilted back in to the seat, exposing her neck to him and opening up
her entire body for his viewing pleasure.

With a swift movement he unbuckled the seatbelt and pulled her over the console, and on to
his. The contact of his sturdy waist made her spread her legs, softly grinding against him as
his mouth covered every inch of her neck.

"The backseat is far roomier," he whispered in her ear as he detached his mouth from the
crook of her neck.

When there was no response Kuroo stopped, feeling her go slightly limp on top of him and
her breathing start to calm down. As he tilted her face back he saw her eyes shut and the
blush on her face reappear.

"I've gotta say this is a first," he mumbled as he slowly unlocked the car door and scooped
her up bridal style, gently cradling her body to assure she stayed asleep.

Up ahead was one of the nicer hotels in the city, usually occupied by high ranking business
associates or celebrities who were performing nearby. It's large, polished exterior was nothing
compared to the beauty it held on the inside.

"Well, since you never gave me your address this is going to have to do," he sighed as he
walked inside the hotel.

His scuffed up shoes squeaked against the fancy marbled floors, the hotel staff, dressed in
prim uniforms eyed him as he carried the unconscious girl through their lobby.

"Ah, Testorou," the man at the counter grinned.

"You and I are not on a first name basis."

The man at the counter looked down at (Y/N) whose head was resting in the crook of Kuroo's
arm.
"I bet you and her are thought," he winked.

Kuroo's jaw clenched as he slammed a wad of cash down on to the counter.

"Top floor, just one night," he growled. "And I threw in a little extra just for you to fuck off."

The man behind the counter let out another hearty laugh as he stuck the wad of cash in his
pocket and threw the keys to Kuroo.

"Don't mind him, he's just another money grubber," Kuroo mumbled to the unconscious girl
in his arms as he stepped inside the elevator.

Supporting her with his right hand and the top of his thigh, Kuroo used his left hand to
unlock the suite door. Inside was a room the size of a large apartment, with a huge platform
bed, marble tiled bathroom, walk in closest, and a chandelier that could distract anyone from
the beautiful views outside the large panel windows.

"Well I hope this'll do."

He gently set her down on the bed, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she spread out on the lush
blankets. Kuroo eyed her body as she withered on the bed, nothing but sheer blue fabric and
crystal tassels covering her most intimate parts.

Looking down at her longingly Kuroo let out a frustrated sigh. Slowly he zipped up the jacket
that was wrapped around her body, and then cautiously pulled the blankets over her.

"This will have to wait sweetheart," Kuroo smirked. "Luckily i'm not pervert."

He reached over to the hotel note pad that sat on the wooden nightstand and wrote out a small
note.

"But..." He placed the note on the pillow next to her along with a small plastic baggy.

"I'll take a rain check."

 Goodmorning
Chapter Summary

warning:
• foul language •

When (Y/N) awoke it took her several minutes to gain her bearings. She wasn't in her own
bed, there was no snoring Yui to greet her, and no annoying street noise coming from the
window, all signs that she was not in her own home.

As she slowly rose from her bed she felt her head pound, feeling as if someone was hitting
her temples with a heavy metal bat. (Y/N) ran a hand over her neck, suddenly feeling the odd
lacey fabric around her body.

"No," she gasped, jumping out of the platform bed and running in to the large bathroom.

"No-no-no-no-no—" She took a look in the mirror, on her shoulders was a men's jacket, and
underneath was royal blue lingerie.

"No, there's no fucking way."

Except there was a indeed a way. In fact, there was plenty of evidence to prove that her
splotchy memory of the night before was true.

Somehow she ended up on stage at a strip club, then in to some strangers car, and finally
then lastly, inside this fancy hotel room.

A look of horror appeared on her face as the gravity of her situation settled in. With almost
no recollection of the drive here, or what took place once she got here, (Y/N) began to think
of the worse scenarios possible.

Did he— maybe? Was I— maybe? Fuck!

(Y/N) threw off the jacket and ran back inside the main room, rummaging around the bed
sheets in search of her cell phone, which was no where to be found. All there was in between
the sheets was a crumbled plastic baggy and a note card.

(Y/N), or at least that's what I think your name is....

I didn't have your address, so I decided that this would be a comfortable place for you to
stay. The maids and hotel staff will bring you breakfast around 10, and i've asked a friend
of mine to drive you wherever you wish when you're ready to leave.

I wish I could've told you good morning myself but I have some business to take care of.

In the plastic bag is two Advil, a vitamin C packet, and a credit card...Which I'd like for
you to use to buy yourself something a bit more expensive than what you're wearing now.

See you for our "rain check" xxx Kuroo

She read the letter over at least fifteen times, each time over she found something new to
stress about. Like where her friends were, or who exactly was coming to pick her up.

"Miss? Are you there?"

There was a loud knock at the door, which like Kuroo wrote in the note occurred at ten on the
dot.

Realizing she was once again half naked, (Y/N) dove in to the bathroom, slid on the coat, and
ran toward the door.

"G'morning!" (Y/N) said awkwardly as she stared down at the large trays of food that was
being wheeled in.

The word "fancy" could not even describe the spread before her: Vibrant fruit placed
delicately in their glass bowls, stacks of pastries with powder sugar and fillings, varieties of
juices and coffees, and a bottle of champagne. In fact, the entire experience would've been
extremely luxurious if it was under different circumstances.

When the staff had left her alone (Y/N) flopped down on the bed, the softness of the mattress
only seemed to irritate her as she shuffled around in the sheets.

Unsure of what to do with no phone and no way home (Y/N) reluctantly reached over to the
tray and grabbed one of the warm pastries.

"We were worried you weren't gonna eat," a voice echoed from the door way.

Snapping her head (Y/N) met eyes with a tall muscular male whose juxtaposing hair was
slightly spiked up. Next to him stood a more solemn looking guy, whose icu glare made her
sweat.
"Oh, right!"

The tall one detaches his massive hands from the door frame and jokingly takes a knee.

"I'm Bokuto, and this is Akaashi. We are at your service, m'lady."

Bokuto nudged Akaashi, forcing him to bow in a similar fashion.

"M'lady?" (Y/N) scoffed, staring down at the two men.

"Would you prefer princess?" Bokuto smirked, his

large amber eyes gazing over her body

(Y/N) sat uncomfortably on the bed, clutching Kuroo's jacket tightly around her body to hide
her figure from the pair.

"Hm, I know that jacket," Bokuto grinned as he reached for the bowl of fruit.

"Is the gun still in the pocket?" Akaashi asked jokingly, taking a seat next to his friend.

(Y/N) froze, her eyes widening as she suddenly realized the heaviness on the right side
pocket. During all of the commotion she hadn't ever paid attention to it, but now she was
painfully aware of the metal object resting on her person.

"You're joking!" Bokuto exclaimed with a smile as (Y/N) pulled out the gun with a shaky
hand.

"Wow, you really tripped that idiot up! I mean Kuroo doesn't go anywhere with out three
things: His gun, that jacket, and his credit card!"

The raven haired man who took her home was an enigma. Why would a young guy like him
have the need for a hand gun, and how could he even obtain enough money for a hotel room
like this?

"I can tell you're confused," Akaashi stood up. "Let's get out of here, and maybe we can
explain."

(Y/N) backed off the bed, looking apprehensively at the pair of males before her. Although
they didn't seem like the kind to kidnap or murder a girl, in light of recent events (Y/N) was
now being overly cautious.

"I'm not going."

Bokuto threw his head back and sighed.

"Ah come on princess! I promise we won't hurtchya," he purred.

When she didn't move, his friend then began to speak.

"There's consequences if you get hurt, and neither this idiot or I feel like dealing with that,"
Akaashi mumbled, his plea was far more reassuring.

(Y/N) reluctantly moved toward them. Before they left she grabbed another pastry from the
tray, stuck it next to the gun inside her pocket, and then followed them out the door.

Standing up close to Bokuto (Y/N) finally got a feel for his size, broad shoulders, large
biceps and pecks that flexed every time he moved.

Akaashi on the other hand, was slightly less muscular, but still extremely toned—all the way
up to his jawline that was almost a perfect right angle.

"I can tell you're checking me out," Bokuto winked as they got to the parking lot.

"Careful there Bo, picking on the girl with a gun sounds like a bad idea," Akaashi said as he
took a set of keys out of pants pocket.

The gray car in front of the three was a bit more dated that Kuroo's. Although with all the
bells and whistles that were attached to it no normal person would ever be able to tell it
wasn't new. Akaashi opened the door of back seat for (Y/N), and then took his seat behind the
wheel, smiling when the engine kicked up.

"Speaking of gun..." (Y/N) extended her hand, offering up the pistol toward the two men.

"...You guys wanna take this?"

Bokuto shoved her hand away.

"Nah, you hold on to that Princess."

As someone who had never even been to a firing range, (Y/N) had no idea what to do with
the pistol in her hand, and it was painfully obvious.

"The safety is on, so you can just stick it back in thay pocket," Akaashi instructed her as his
hand moved on to the stick shift.

"We'll figure out what to do with it later, right now we're gonna go get you some clothes."

"Not that we don't love whatchya got on right now, but I doubt it'll be good for tonight."

(Y/N) leaned closer, unsure if she heard him correctly.

"Tonight?" She spat, her brows furrowing together.

"Well yeah, we've got plans," Bokuto winked.

(Y/N) threw her head back in frustration, feeling the headache slowly creep back behind her
eyes. Never before had she felt this overwhelmed or confused, and the vague answers she
was receiving were not helping her case.
"What plans?" She sighed.

"Well I cant tell you that, duh!"

(Y/N) slammed her fist against the back seat, earning a tch from Akaashi.

"Well what the hell can you tell me?" She growled. "I mean you promised to fill me in! So
please, explain to me why a bunch of college aged guys are richer than millionaires and
carrying hand guns!"

Bokuto and Akaashi broke out laughing, slamming their hands against the cars interior.
Akaashi met (Y/N)'s eyes in the review mirror and smirked up at her, and then back at
Bokuto.

"The money is dirty, and so are we," Bokuto smirked.

"That doesn't answer my question," (Y/N) arched her brow, placing an arm on the side of the
passenger seat.

"We're street racers," Akaashi cut off his giddy friend.

Street racers? (Y/N) politely hid her laughter—unlike some people—as she imagined the pair
in front of her acting like some bozo's from Fast and Furious. Yet when she looked up at
Bokuto and Akaashi, their faces told her they weren't joking after all.

"Wait, seriously?"

Akaashi shrugged, his forearms tensing up as he placed the car back in first gear.

"Well there's a lot of us, and we all have different side hustles, of course."

Akaashi came to a stop and took the key out of the ignition.

"But we all met through racing."

The word we catches her attention, making it clear that there were plenty others out there who
had far too much money and free time.

"That sounds illegal," (Y/N) responded.

Bokuto turned around to face her in the backseat.

"That's cuz it is, Princess."

He then hopped out of the car and swung open the backseat door. (Y/N) hesitated before
grabbing his hand, looking up through squinted eyes.

"Where are we going?"

"Shopping," Akaashi answered, ushering the two out of the car. "Someone here has access to
Kuroo's credit card."
 Zip Me Up

When Akaashi mentioned shopping (Y/N) expected walking in to some random clothing
store, and grabbing a pair of pants off the sales rack. As they stepped inside the large store
she had realized that her expectations were terribly wrong.

Inside such a high class store they stuck out like sore thumbs, (Y/N) getting the worse glares
out of the three. Although who could blame the people looking down at her, she was
barefoot, fumbling around in nothing but a black jacket.

Luckily, Bokuto and Akaashi were there to deter the heat she was receiving, each passerby
that tried to take a glance at (Y/N) were met by the scowls upon their faces.

"Thanks," she mumbled when they stared down yet another person.

"Don't thank us," Akaashi sighed. "Men should learn some manners."

"So should the women for that matter,"Bokuto laughed. "Unless you play for that team?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, holding the jacket tightly against her body as the sales associate
greeted them. Without hesitation Bokuto and Akaashi started grabbing things off of the
shelves, random purses, bras, dresses, whatever caught their eyes. It was a good fifteen
minutes before either male returned back to (Y/N) who was waiting awkwardly by their sides
like a lost dog.

"Here," Akaashi said as he handed her a pile of clothes the size of a toddler.

"Why'd you pick this?" (Y/N) asked as she held up a disgusting yellow shirt.

"I dunno, it just looked cool...And it was low cut."

Men.

(Y/N) sighed and flipped the tag to see what size it was, however the multiple 0's on the back
weren't pertaining to the size of her waist, but the size of her wallet.

"I can't afford this! I mean I'm eating instant ramen noodles every night," (Y/N) grimaced.

Bokuto slapped his hands over his eyes and sighed.

"Yeah, we know that you can't," Bokuto agreed as he pointed to you.

"But, Kuroo can, remember?" Akaashi added with the slighest bit of a smile.

She mulled over their words. Was it really okay to use a strangers credit card, especially, a
card that was being paid off with illegal money. Then again, after all she had been through, it
was the least he could do for her.
"Fine," (Y/N) agreed.

Quickly she filed inside the dressing room with an arm full of clothes. As (Y/N) went to close
the door behind her, a pair of strong hands propped it open.

"I've gotta change," she muttered in response to Bokuto’s behavior.

"We know," he smirked and stepped inside the large carpeted room, Akaashi closing the door
behind them.

(Y/N) scowled, dropping the clothes to the floor and gesturing to the gun inside her pocket

"Relax," Akaashi sighed.

He took a seat on the bench adjacent to the mirror, crossing one leg over the other, strong
thighs flexing as he did so.

"We'll just sit here and make sure that you don't need any help ."

(Y/N) picked up a black dress from the pole on the floor and looked over toward the pair.

"Remember, I have a gun," she growled as she unzipped the dress.

Akaashi leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and looking up at her through his
dark eyes.

"A gun you don't know how to use, now be a good girl and try on your clothes," he smiled.

"Bokuto and I won't play any funny games unless you ask us too."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she slid off the bottoms over her blue lingerie, making sure to hold
the coat tightly across her waist so she wasn't exposed. Bokuto's pupils dilated as he watched
her panties fall to the floor, he didn't even need to see what was underneath to feel turned on
by her.

Next (Y/N) slid off the bustier, mimicking the same movements she did before to refrain
from flashing the eager pair behind her. Then slowly she slid the tight black dress over her
body, removing the coat from her shoulders as she placed the straps over her shoulder.

"You've gotta zip it," Bokuto cooed as he gazed upon her bare back.

Being far to prideful to ask for help (Y/N) stretched out her arm as far as it could go and
attempted to pull the zipper up, but it was still no use.

"You want some help princess?"

"No."

(Y/N) tried again, this time practically dislocating her shoulder to get a hold of the zipper.
"All you gotta do is ask, and we'll help," Akaashi stated, removing his elbows from his knees
and standing up straight.

Realizing that their shenanigans would never until she asked for help (Y/N) dropped her arms
and glared over toward the two.

“Fine, I need some help zipping up the dress," she muttered.

Her plea was music to their ears. Bokuto moves slowly toward the middle of the room where
she stood. Her old garments lay in the middle of the room, so it was no secret that she had
absolutely nothing on underneath the little black dress she was flaunting.

“Usually, I unzip women’s dresses,” Bokuto mumbled as he circled her like a vulture. “But
for you, I suppose I can make an exception.

He stopped directly in front of her, cocking his head slightly and smiling when he noticed
how flustered she was getting. On her back side she could feel Akaashi approach her, his
body hovering just above her exposed skin.

“Stop teasing her,” Akaashi sighed, his hot breath fanning over the nape of her neck. “I’ve
got it.”

His hands touched only the zipper, not a single finger made any contact with her skin. Slowly
she heard the zipper go up, but before he finished Akaashi leaned over, neck extending over
her shoulder, and looked toward Bokuto.

“Hm, it’s a little hard to zip,” Akaashi frowned. “Can you pull the straps up a bit, Bo?”

Bokuto, who caught on quickly to Akaashi’s game, took a step forward and looped his
fingers under the straps of her dress. He pulled them so hard that (Y/N) stumbled forward,
now nothing more than a mere centimeter away from his large body.

“That’s better,” Akaashi smirked, his fingers finally brushing against her back as he zippered
the rest of the dress up.

“How does it fit?” Bokuto asked, letting go of the straps but not moving an inch back.

(Y/N) felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.

“Uh, good,” was all she managed to say back to them.

“Really?” Akaashi whispered behind her, taking another step closer so that she could now
feel how hard he was under his pants.

“I think it’s just too loose here,” Akaashi added as his hands cupped her ass. (Y/N) arched her
back slightly at the contact of his hands which made Akaashi grin in delight.

“Yeah, he’s got a point because it’s also too loose here,” Bokuto slid his massive hands inside
the cups of her dress.
(Y/N) tried hide her moans as they teased her, but it was already clear to the pair just how she
felt.

“Don’t be shy princess,” Bokuto purred as his thumb ran circles around her nipples. “Let us
know if you like it?”

(Y/N) shook her head, trying hard to produce a scowl at him.

“No, I don’t.”

“Hm, really?”

(Y/N) froze as Akaashi dropped to his knees. His head dipped down below her dress and
settled right between her thighs. However, just like earlier, he didn’t make any contact with
her skin, he just hovered above her sex in awe.

“It looks like you’re enjoying it,” he said from under her.

Suddenly he moved up, his tongue diving between her folds and taking a painfully slow lick.

“It tastes like you’re enjoying it too.”

(Y/N) grabbed a hold of Bokuto’s shoulders, feeling like her legs would go weak if she didn’t
have some sort type support. His amber eyes scanned over her body, stopping directly at her
waist, where he could see the glimpse of Akaashi’s head.

“I’m never jealous of anyone,” Bokuto announced as he cupped her breast. “But I wish I was
you right now, Akaashi.”

His words made Akaashi chuckle, his breath blowing against her clit. (Y/N)’s arms felt as if
her senses were on overload as Akaashi tongue slid inside of her, and Bokuto lightly wrapped
his hands around her breast.

As she let out another moan the pair quickened their pace. Akaashi sucking harshly on her
clit as he noticed her slowly reaching a climax. (Y/N) had thrown her arms around Bokuto,
moaning softly into his shirt every time either one of them hit a nerve. The burning in the pit
of her stomach grew, and just as she approached her orgasm, they stopped.

“W-what,” (Y/N) could barely get out a coherent sentence.

“You should try on something else,” Akaashi suggested as he slid out from underneath her
dress and stood back up.

“Oh yeah, maybe that red top over there,” Bokuto smirked as he released his hands from her
breasts and dove out from her grasp.

(Y/N) watched as thet stepped away from her, and then crossed the room toward the door.

“We’ll wait out here if you need anything,” Akaashi smiled brightly and shut the door behind
them.
“Just remember not to take too long, we have somewhere to he tonight.”
 The Track
Chapter Summary

warnings:
•foul language•

The plans were never discussed, every time (Y/N) asked what they were doing, or where they
were going to be taking her, Akaashi and Bokuto would change the subject. It became an
endless cycle of none-sense that wouldn't cease until either side gave in.

Outside the sun was setting and turning the streets a bright color of orange. Akaashi had
taken the wheel yet again, although Bokuto did indeed voice his mind on the matters— A lot.

"I love cities," Bokuto sighed as the street lights started to flicker on the road.

"I don't care, tell me where we're going."

Akaashi bursted out laugh, his large smile coming in to view every time he tiled his head.
Bokuto looked less pleased, but even (Y/N)'s snarky comment didn't deter him from
speaking.

"We already said we can't tell you Princess."

"So you can't tell me where we're going, or what we're doing," (Y/N) sighed and slunk back
against the back seat. "Can you at least tell me some details about your cute lil racing
group."

Her sarcasm flew right over Bokuto's head.

"It's fairly simple," Bokuto turned around to face her in the back seat.

"It's actually not," Akaashi added, rolling his eyes.

"Can you let me finish?"

(Y/N) laughed, watching as Bokuto and Akaashi glared at each other for a moment.

"You've seen a nascar race, right?" Bokuto asked.

"Yeah, of course," (Y/N) swiftly lied.

The engine of Akaashi's car rumbled as he blew through the yellow light. (Y/N) had noticed
earlier he and Bokuto never wore their seatbelts, not even during heavy traffic or on the
highway.

"Well it's sort of like that."

Bokuto leaned in every closer to her, his arms now resting on either side of the passenger seat
and his palms lightly tapping against her knees as he spiked

"There are groups of us who race," Bokuto then gestured to him and Akaashi. "Grumpy and I
are a team, along with our jack of all trades, Konoha."

"You make it sound like we're some pit crew," Akaashi sighed, his hand tensing up on the
stick shift. "Let me explain, please?"

Bokuto obliged his request and allowed his friend to speak. (Y/N) listened closely as Akaashi
as he spoke, not wanting to miss a single piece of information.

Years ago, many of the main racers were close friends. Each of them having a real knack for
trouble, and a ferocious love for competition. When money was short, and living wasn't
cheap, they all entered a street racing competition—A legal of course.

Akaashi said that was the birth of an obsession. Kuroo, along with some of the others—
Bokuto included, took a share of the prize money for themselves. However money was a
funny thing, no matter how much of it you had, you always needed more.

Legal races turned in to illegal rematch's, and from those races came odd jobs, drugs,
embezzling, and scams that kept the money flowing in. Soon, what started as a friendly
competition between a few buddies, became something far more. And although they remain
friends, the cars, and the cash have far more resonance than their bonds.

"Kuroo and Kenma were the first to break off," Akaashi explained. "They started their own
schemes, and from there, the rest of us slowly grouped up."

"We broke apart based off of what peaked our interest, but the one thing we still all have in
common is this."

This, was the dark alley way which Akaashi turned down. For a brief moment (Y/N)
suddenly felt nervous, wondering if this was all some elaborate scheme just to kidnap her.
However, in the distance the glow of neon lights appeared, and the sound of engines
rumbling and people chattering slowly calmed her nerves.

"Looks like a lot of 'em came out, doesn't it Keiji?" Bokuto grinned as he looked toward the
crowd growing closer up ahead.

"Wait, so who exactly are the groups?" She asked as Akaashi came to a stop.

"Why don't you come on and find out?"

Akaashi backed his car in next to a fancy vehicle the color of a green gum ball. All around
them were cars of different makes and models, each one more unique than the last. Without a
warning Bokuto and Akaashi hopped out of the car and swung open the backseat door.
"You coming Princess?" Bokuto grinned, offering her his hand.

She grabbed it, holding on tightly to him as he guided her toward the large gathering.
Looking through the car window did this event no justice. When (Y/N) finally began to get a
good look of her surroundings she was mesmerized. They were indeed in some run down
alleyway, however a small back street adjacent to the cars led toward an emptied out parking
garage, covered in graffiti and multi colored lights.

As they walked closer (Y/N) understood what Akaashi and Bokuto meant by "groups."
Groups of guys were broken apart, huddling around cars that ironically matched their
demeanors. Some of them seemed familiar, like the brown haired male who had been staring
her down since she arrived.

"I see you got here safe?"

(Y/N) spun on her heel, turning around to meet Kuroo's eyes.

"Did these idiots take good care of you?"

(Y/N)'s face went bright red, and it didn't help that Bokuto and Akaashi winked at her when
he posed the question.

"Uh... Yes, of course they did," she said softly, suddenly loosing her "big girl" voice.

If only Kuroo knew just how great their service was.

(Y/N) took a step closer to Kuroo, sliding off his jacket and handing it to him with a bit of an
embarrassed expression.

"Here..." She paused wondering how to phrase her next sentences. "...You're gun is still in
there."

Kuroo chuckled, grabbing the jacket from her hands and sliding it back on his body. He
extended his hand out toward her face and rubbed circles against her cheek with his thumb.

"Glad to see you didn't have to use it," he winked at her.

(Y/N) wondered just how much more she could take of this before she combusted, but to her
luck, an angry voice called out from the crowd and distracted the raven haired man.

"Kuroo! Get your ass over here!"

(Y/N) watched as the blonde with glasses, whom she unfortunately recognized from the club,
waved Kuroo over. The scowl that was imprinted on his face didn't seem to waver no matter
what he said or did.

"Yes?" Kuroo sighed.

"What the fuck are you thinking?" He growled and passed Kuroo a slip of paper with a lot of
0's on it.
"I wanted to raise the stakes a little bit," Kuroo shrugged.

Akaashi kneeled down to (Y/N)'s height, placing a hand on her shoulder while Kuroo and the
blonde argued.

"That's Tsukishima," Akaashi began to whisper in her ear. "His brother was a racer and so
was he for a little while. But now he just handles finances, as well some other 'secret' jobs to
bring in some cash."

"So he's on Kuroo's side?" She asked him, watching as Kuroo patiently nodded along to what
ever Tsukishima was saying.

"Nah, he's what we call a floater," Akaashi shrugged his shoulders. "He'll go wherever the
best deal is."

Bokuto, who was over hearing their conversation chuckled and pointed toward the arguing
pair.

"The better deal so to speak was Tetsurou. But at this rate, I doubt he will be much longer."

Kuroo threw his hands in the air and walked away from Tsukishima. Tsukishima stuffed the
paper back in his pocket and began to call a number on his phone. When the blonde looked
up from the phone he and (Y/N) met eyes, and for a split second (Y/N) saw his scowl break.

"Good to see you again," he smirked before walking off.

"Sorry, but we had some negotiations to go through," Kuroo apologized as he stepped back
toward the trio.

"Negotiations? That didn't seem like much of a negotiation," Bokuto laughed and slammed
his open palm on his friends back.

"Fuck off Bo." Kuroo stuffed his hands in his pockets and glared at Bokuto. "If it wasn't for
me the jackpot for tonight would be a dollar bill and a McDonald's chicken sandwich!"

Bokuto threw his head back and grabbed his stomach, dramatically laughing at his angry
friend.

"Not even a happy meal?"

(Y/N) coughed to cover up her laughter, unfortunately not everyone was feeling humorous.

"Yo! What are we waiting on?"

Approaching them was a tall red head whose eyes were narrowed down at Kuroo. (Y/N)
slowly started to notice the rest of the people there approaching them.

"Don't get anxious lizard eyes, I want to introduce our Flag girl for tonight," Kuroo grinned,
his hand squeezing (Y/N)'s shoulder and pulling her toward him.
There was at least fifteen of them, all ranging in heights and looks, although (Y/N) couldn't
spot a single bad looking guy among the crowd. Likewise, not a single one the men found her
unappealing either.

"Whats your name darling," the one with dyed brassy hair asked, his head tilting slightly to
get a better look at her.

"(Y/N)," she responded looking back at him.

"Welcome," another man called out, a silver ball appearing in his mouth as he spoke.

It was hard to make out distinctive details under the colored lights. (Y/N) felt her self trying
to scan each persons face, hoping that she'd be able to remember who was who once she
heard their names. However another interrupted made it clear that there would be no
introductions soon.

"Kuroo, we can't put down the jackpot for tonight."

"What? Tsukishima and I just talked and he said we could as long as we—"

"—I know that. Listen, I doubt (Y/N) or anyone else wants to witness a screaming match, so
if you want to discuss this privately then by all means come along."

Kuroo's gaze flashed toward (Y/N) who was looking up at him with a concerned expression.

"Ah don't worry about the pretty girl, I'll just take her home and then we can all talk about
it," the red head smirked.

One of the original four members at the club stepped forward from the back of the crowd. A
sheepish grin on his face as he became the center of everyones attention.

"Kuroo, I think I have a solution," he smirked.

"What is it Oikawa?"

"If my memory serves me rught, werent you the one who said, 'I wish we could replace the
prize money with the chance to fuck her'..."

His voice trailed off as he watched Kuroo's face contort in to a grimace.

"...That is what you said, right?"

"What are you getting at?" Kuroo spat.

(Y/N) met eyes with Oikawa, her face feeling red hot when his gaze wandered over her
body.

"We do just that, winner gets to drive her home," Oikawa shrugged.
Akaashi and Bokuto stepped forward, moving with a style that reflected body guards
protecting an idol.

"What if she doesn't want to go with that person?" Akaashi questioned, placing a hand on her
shoulder.

"Well then she doesn't have too," Oikawa took a step towards her. "But I'm sure she'd love
her time with me...Since I do plan on winning now."

The crowd around her agreed, even Tsukishima went down without a fight and gave his
blessing to such an affair.

"Woah, isn't it up to (Y/N) to decide?" Bokuto shouted above the murmuring.

All eyes fell on her. She felt like the last piece of meat in a pride of lions, except lions never
wanted to sleep with their dinners. However, the past two days have been more action packed
than her entire life had been, and as much as she wanted to deny it...She was enjoying herself.

"Fine."

It took a moment for her answer to register in their brains. Each of them looking at her with
shocked expressions and the slightest bit of a smirk.

"Well then, let's get this started."

 The Winner Takes It All
Chapter Summary

warnings:
•foul language•

"Just wave the flag on the count of three," Kenma guided her as he stood on the side of the
pavement.

"Like one Mississippi, or like just one?" (Y/N) asked nervously, knowing that every one of
those cars were relying on her timing.

"You make things so complicated," Kenma sighed and went back to look at his phone.

The way he said things made (Y/N) wonder what else she had done. The usage of the S
meant that there were multiple things she has made complicated. If anything, they all had
made her own life far more complicated.

"Are you gonna do it?"

She turned toward Kenma who in one hand held the checkered flag, and in the other held his
phone. (Y/N) nodded and scurried over toward him, grabbing the flag and then running back
in to the middle of the road.

The beams of neon lights coming the empty garage shined down on her, illuminating the
white top she wore and showing off what laid underneath. In front of her six cars rumbled,
each a different make, model, and color and inside of those cars were very anxious men.

"Depending on what sort of race we're doing, or where we're racing at, we might have a
partner in the car with us," Akaashi had explained to her earlier on when he was preparing
their car.

"But since the prize tonight is a more..." He had to take a long pause to figure out how to
word such a thing. "...Private matter, we're all going solo."

Bokuto stepped forward, his hands resting on his sides in a stance of pride.

"That's why I'm going."

"You're only going because you would have thrown a tantrum if you didn't," Akaashi sighed.

No matter what the reason was, Bokuto sat in the car directly in front of her. His amber eyes
glistening in the haze of night as he awaited her call to go. With the flag in her grasp (Y/N)
hesitated for the slightest moment before calling out to the racers, thinking about just how
close those cars were to hitting her, and just how badly it all could go. But it was far too late
to back out now.

"On your marks!"

Oikawa leaned forward, his hand eagerly holding the stick shift.

"Get set!"

Tendou kissed the dice hanging on his window and slunk down in his seat, foot tapping
lightly on the gas pedal.

"Go!"

It happened within a millisecond. The sound of the engine, a cloud of smoke from the
exhaust, and next thing (Y/N) knew she was all alone on the road with only a few tail lights
behind her.

"Nice job," Tsukishima stepped forward and guided her off the road, his hand lightly holding
on to her shoulder as he ushered her toward the curb where Kenma and the others were
sitting.

"You guys don't watch them?" (Y/N) asked as she took a seat, the boys looking up at her and
acknowledging her question.

"Nah, of course we do," a gray haired guy answered her as he fiddled with the chain on his
neck.

"It's just that the first lap always goes the same way," Akaashi shrugged. "Matsu will be too
busy smoking, Tendou will try and run someone off the road which'll make Kuroo bitch up a
storm."

"Then Sakusa will scream about scratching his precious car. By the second lap Oikawa and
Bokuto will be playing whose dick is bigger, and Tsumi will probably just punch a hole in the
window."

To no ones surprise Akaashi's predictions were true. As soon as they had taken off Tendou
began to read in to everyones movements, taking defensive driving to a whole new level by
swerving in and out of the cars and making sure to tailgate or attempt to side swipe as he did
so.

While the boys raced Tsukishima took the time to explain to (Y/N) a bit of background
behind each of them. While the others chatted away about who they believe would win,
(Y/N) sat listening to Tsukishima talk softly in her ear.

"Tendou is one of the more wilder types," Tsukishima whispered in (Y/N)'s ear.

"He, Kyotani, and Terushima are all a bit unhinged. So when it comes to racing, money, and
cars, nothing is ordinary."
Which explained why Tendou's car was the color of a piece of candy. It also explained his
“stylish” friends, who had dyed hair and piercings that made them seem even more unhinged.

Still following Akaashi's predictions to a tee, Tendou's bumper tapped against Sakusa's
wheels. Kuroo stuck his head out of his window and muttered something about, 'being a
flaming hot moron' and 'to stop trying to kill everyone.' While Sakusa bitched about his
expensive car, and how 'if you knew the value of money you wouldn't treat his car so poorly.'

"Sakusa is with those two," Tsukishima explained as the yelling occurring on the track
echoed over toward them. The two he was speaking of was another tired, and scowling dark
haired guy, and his friend with highlighted gray hair whose face was in a similar expression.

"That's Kita and Suna. The three of them act like old money but still buy their shit with new
money," Tsukishima teased.

As she sat next to Tsukishima (Y/N) had noticed just how tall he was. Even though he was
seated his body still looked several inches above taller than her, and his long arms and legs
were spread out, slightly bumping against her own every time he leaned in to explain
something else.

"You'll know which cars are theirs, mostly because they only drive 'classy' brands like
Porsche, BMW, or Ferrari."

(Y/N) tensed up slightly. Although she was no vehicle expert, she knew that those three
brands were easily some of the most expensive cars out there.

"What about Kuroo?" (Y/N) asked, wondering if he was just a filthy rich as the others.

Tsukishima sighed, this time letting his thigh rest against hers. Although they weren't as
muscular as Bokuto's they were easily twice the size in length as hers were.

"Kuroo likes sleek cars, anything black and anything red," Tsukishima said. "As for what
category he falls in to...I don't even know where to begin."

"Well I think the strip club is a good place to start," (Y/N) laughed.

"The strip club is his bank. Kenma is a money wizard, he's traded for the biggest companies
and really knows how to move around money. Both illegal and legal."

"So when the money started flowing in and they had no where to put it, those two idiots
bought a strip club. Sort of like how mattress stores are supposedly money laundering sites
for the Mafia,".Tsukishima chuckled under his breath.

The boys were approaching the second lap, the sound of the revving tires became louder and
louder as they grew closer toward the crowd. The line up so far was Bokuto in first, Oikawa
in second, and Kuroo in third, the other three were still closely behind. Inside the black 350 Z
Oikawa's grin got wider and wider as his competitors faces turn red in frustration.

"Well at least I know about Bo and Akaashi," (Y/N) chuckled, making sure to use Bokuto's
nickname to prove her familiarity.
"All you know about Bokuto is that his pecks could fit inside a girls double D bra."

"Hey, I know more than that!" (Y/N) giggled, elbowing the blonde in his side.

"Is that so?" Tsukishima arched his brow another smile appearing on his lips.

"Well then you would know that Bokuto, Akaashi, and their third member Konoha only drive
old cars."

Tsukishima leaned closer, his lips hovering above her ear like he was preparing to tell her a
secret.

"You would also know that one of their side hustles is scamming people at car repair shops.
See, Akaashi is a math wizard and their Konoha is a jack of all trades."

(Y/N) heard Akaashi clear his throat, scooting down the concrete to hear what they were
saying.

"Telling her all my secrets Tsuki?" Akaashi grinned.

"I was just telling her how you could build a car with nothing but an engine and a toothpick if
you wanted to," Tsukishima responded with a laugh.

"That's not entirely true," Akaashi shrugged, winking down at (Y/N) who smiled back in
return.

As the cars sped past them the sound of Bokuto and Oikawa yelling was heard over the
motors. Once again Akaashi had been correct. While they were racing Bokuto and Oikawa
had both taken the lead, both desperate to get a fast break ahead. Which is where a game of
chicken came in to play.

Each of them would do whatever it took to prove they were better, and although the end goal
was to win the race, while in a tie the only goal for the pair was to beat the other. They'd
mimic each other's movements, if Bokuto sped up on a turn, so would Oikawa, if Oikawa
started to drive in a different gear, so would Bokuto. The pair would go back and forth with
these pointless antics until one person gave up, and therefor forfeited their lead.

However, with such a valuable prize, neither player was willing to be the chicken.

"Did you tell her about Oikawa yet?" Akaashi asked as he picked the weeds that grew out of
the cracks in the cement.

"Nah, you wanna take that one?"

"Oikawa is paired up with his childhood friend Iwaizumi and this one other kid, but he's not
in town at the moment," Akaashi began to tell her. "Oikawa and the others thrive for attention
and victory, it doesn't matter what car they drive as long as it's guaranteed to get them a
win."
(Y/N) could tell by the determined gaze Oikawa had before the race started that he was
slightly more competitive than the rest. It looked more like he was preparing for a hunt rather
than a street race.

As the race continued Akaashi and Tsukishima finished explaining the dynamics of the racers
to (Y/N) who was eating up every word they spoke. He told her about Mastuwaka, Semi,
and Hanaki, who spent all their cash on weed and expensive day trips. As well as Atsumu,
who apparently was the only one out of the groups to race alone every time.

According to Tsukishima he had been close with a few of the other racers, but Atsumu
always chose his brother as his racing partner. Howeve, after a bad car accident his brother
called it quits, and Atsumu has refused to work with anyone else ever since.

"Arent you the same?" (Y/N) blurted out to Tsukishima, her words catching him by surprise.

"Huh?"

"They said your brother and you both used to race, but now you don't do it anymore."

The sound of the cars coming back from their final lap signaled that their time together was
coming to a close.

"I'll race when I can get something I want out of it," Tsukishima said plainly, cleaning off his
glasses and placing them back on the bridge of his nose.

"So I'm not something you want?" (Y/N) pouted, unsure herself if she was being serious or
not.

The sound of engines grew louder and louder, the group of boys sitting around her all slowly
got up from the curb and began to walk toward the spray painted finish line. Tsukishima
stayed seated for another minute, he leaned his whole body toward her, his chest pressing
lightly against the side of her body as he cranes his head down to speak to her in a hushed
tone.

"You are, but unlike these fools I have patience," he purred before sitting up and walking
toward the finish line.

(Y/N) stood up with shaky legs, slowly stepping toward the group of cars that were pulling in
with shrilling tires. From the back of the crowd she watched as Iwaizumi started to clap,
racing forward toward the black car and pulling out Oikawa who had a large smile upon his
face.

"Fuck," Kuroo muttered as he slammed his fist against his steering wheel.

(Y/N) wiggled through the crowd, catching the attention of a cocky Oikawa who had been
glaring at Bokuto with pride. With his intentions not being to scare her off, Oikawa just
offered her his hand and smiled.

"If you don't wanna come then that's okay," he told her.
(Y/N) felt incredibly flushed as Oikawa's, and practically everyone else's, eyes were set on
her. Each of them awaited her answer, secretly hoping she would say no and wander in to one
of their cars.

"No, it's fine," (Y/N) grabbed his hand.

"That's good to hear.

 His New Hood Ornament
Chapter Summary

warnings:
•smut•
•foul language•
•choking•

"Iwaizumi didn't want to come with us?" (Y/N) asked as she sat in the passenger seat of his
car.

"Ah, you're kinky aren't you?" Oikawa looked over toward her.

"Well, you are just driving me home," (Y/N) responded, a smirk on her face as she awaited
his answer.

"Of course," he agreed, looking over at (Y/N) with a similar expression.

Oikawa had a build similar to a swimmer, extremely lean and toned muscles, broad shoulders
and tanned skin. (Y/N) studied every aspect of him as he drove, noticing things like the
highlights in his hair as well as how his right hand kept moving farther from the wheel. First
it was to his lap, then to the stick shift, finally to the corner of the passenger seat.

"So you're in university?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I took this semester off," (Y/N) responded a bit sheepishly, hoping he wouldn't
find her dumb.

Oikawa smiled, his eyes on the road but his attention solely on her.

"Don't say it like that. My good friend is in Rio right now on a gap year."

(Y/N) wondered if that friend was the same one Akaashi had told her about during the race.
She thought about asking him until he hit his breaks, almost sending her straight in to the
dash board. Luckily he lifted his hand in time to break her momentum, grabbing her chest
and lightly pressing her back in to her seat.

"Since I'm only driving you home, you don't mind if I leave my hand over here, right?"
Oikawa questioned as his right hand slid down from her breasts to her thigh.

"All good with me," (Y/N) responded with an oddly confident tone that did not match how
she was feeling on the inside.
As he drove his thumb slowly started to rub circles on her flesh. His finger pads pressing
down harder and harder on her thigh until (Y/N) felt like he was going to leave a bruise. Each
time he touched her thigh his palm slowly moved upwards, resting his hand less than an inch
away from her pussy.

"Do you have any pets?" Oikawa asked, distracting her from the fire she was feeling in her
body.

"Uh, no...I have roommates so I ca—"

Her voice caught in her throat as his index finger brushed against her clothed cunt, marveling
at how wet her panties was already getting.

"You have roommates? Ah, so do I," Oikawa purred masking his excitement fairly well.

"Great," she muttered as her eyes shut, focusing on the friction of his fingers against her.

"Although we don't live in this side of town," Oikawa sighed as he pressed down harder on
her clit, causing (Y/N) to swear under her breath.

Hoping to get more of a rouse from her, Oikawa purposely missed the light, buying himself a
few seconds to soend focusing on her. Unbuckling his seatbelt he leaned over the center
counsel and looped a finger around her panties.

"The prize money was five hundred thousand dollars for tonight," Oikawa said as he leaned
his head down.

(Y/N) held her breath as she watched him place a lone kiss against the waist band of her
underwear which were practically off already.

"But you're worth more than that," he muttered as he went down on her, placing his tongue
flat along her folds. (Y/N) let out a sigh, her hands flying to his soft hair and tugging slightly
as he lapped up her wet cunt. When the light turned green Oikawa grinned and returned back
in to his seat as if nothing happened.

"Tastes like victory."

(Y/N) felt like her entire body went limp as he spoke. She awaited impatiently for his hand to
return to her body, however it stayed stationary on the wheel for the duration of the drive.

"Oikawa."

"What is it?" He asked innocently.

"Could you—"

(Y/N) paused as she felt the car coming to a stop. Looking out the tinted windows she noticed
her apartment complex stood directly in front of them.

"Are you actually just dropping me off?"

"Isn't that what you wanted?" He said as he took the keys out of the ignition.

(Y/N) felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she met Oikawa's eyes.

"Oh, no it's fine it's just—"

"—Tell me," he cuts her off. "Tell me you want to, and I will."

His brown eyes scanned her face, knowing that she wasn't ready to go back. Oikawa knew
just how soaked she was from him, and all he wanted to do was bury himself inside of her,
but he was a man of will discipline and would wait as long as he needed for an answer.

"I want you to fuck me."

Her boldness took him by surprise. He half expected her to wither away in her own shyness,
but this was a pleasant surprise. Without another word Oikawa unlocked the doors and
stepped out of the car, gesturing for her to come out as well.

"Hood, now." He instructed her, the bright beams coming from his head lights blurred his
vision so that all he could see was her silhouette.

"You don't want to go in the back seat?" She asked him, worried that she would dent the hood
of his car if she sat on it.

Oikawa sighed as he stepped closer to her. With one quick movement he hoisted her up and
on to the hood of his car, pushing her back against the cool glass of his windshield.

"I want to fuck you here," he muttered as he rummaged through his pocket. (Y/N) watched as
he grabbed his keys from his pocket and dangled them over her face.

"Can you say ah?"

(Y/N) opened her mouth without even thinking about it. She was under such a trance from
the boy in front of her that if he told her to bark like a dog she probably would have.

"Hold on to these for me," he asked politely, opening up her mouth wider and dropping the
keys in her mouth. The metallic taste in her mouth was unpleasant, however because of the
size of his key ring any saliva that she tried to swallow just ended up dripping down her
cheeks.

"How pretty," he smirked, placing his hands on her waist.

The hood of his car was ice cold, sending shivers down her spine as every inch of her skin
was forced to press down on it. The only warmth she felt was when Oikawa hovered above
her, his body radiating a heat that she wanted to desperately.

(Y/N) arched her back slightly as his hands ran down to her thighs, hoping to speed things
up. But Oikawa quickly removed them and placed his palms flat over her chest, shoving her
body back down on top of the car.
"Stay still," he spat as his lips connected to her neck. She followed his orders, remaining
frozen as his lips connected with her skin, leaving bite marks where ever they went. Soft
moans escaped from his mouth as her hands ran through his hair, prompting him to place
more sloppy kisses against her waist and thighs.

"If only they knew how wet this pussy is,"

Oikawa mumbled as his mouth got closer and closer
to her heat. "I bet they would've drove a lot quicker."

His teeth graze her inner thigh, slowly he removed her panties with his mouth, his hot breath
fanning over her skin. Then, with her skirt still brushing over his head, Oikawa placed a soft
kiss on top of her cunt.

"Shit," (Y/N) moaned, trying to keep her back pressed against the glass.

"Fuck, I can't even try to tease you anymore," Oikawa grunted as he lifted his head and
quickly undressed himself. (Y/N) stared at him for a moment, her eyes trailing down his
toned v-line and stopping at his large erection.

"I played sports in college before I dropped out," Oikawa explained when he caught her
gaping at his body. His hands pulled roughly on her ankles, dragging her close to him so he
could position himself between her thighs.

"Have you played sports before?" He questioned her, the head of his cock brushing against
her clit.

Before (Y/N) could answer Oikawa thrusted inside of her, bottoming out inside of her cunt. A
guttural moan escaped his lips as he watched himself disappear inside of her, moving
painfully slow as he took note of how each ridge of her walls felt over his dick.

"I—Fuck—I didn't hear your answer?" He stuttered, holding her down. (Y/N) couldn't even
breath, let alone talk, plus the metal keys shoved in her mouth made it hard to produce a
coherent sound. out how good she felt.

"I didn't hear an answer?" Oikawa said, his fingers going inside of her mouth and pulling out
the metal keys as he thrusted back inside of her agains.

"Yes!" (Y/N) shouted out, although Oikawa unsure if that was her answer or just her response
to his movements.

Her arms flew to his biceps, digging her nails in to his arms as he picked up the pace. In his
mind this was worth all of the prize money in the world, just to watch her bobbing up and
down on her hard cock was enough of a scene to make him want to win every single race
from that point forward.

"Did Kuroo fuck you like this?" His voice was deep and raspy as he spoke. (Y/N) thought
that for a man inches inside of her, he sure did talk a lot. Every single roll of his hips was
followed by a question, leaving (Y/N)'s mind and body on overload.
"N-No, we didn't—"

Oikawa's lips attached to hers, cutting her off as soon as he got the gist of what she was
trying to say. He was the first one to be inside of her, yet another victory that only he would
get to experience.

Her answer made him move faster, no longer thrusting but pulling her down on top of him.
(Y/N) felt slight friction burns on her ass and shoulder blades as he dragged her like a doll
over the hood, which was getting severely dented with every thrust.

"Such a pretty hood ornament," Oikawa moaned as he watched her rock back and forth, her
pussy devouring his cock over and over again. "Maybe I'll just fuck you here every night,
would you like that?"

"Y-yes," she sighed, rocking her hips forward to get more contact.

Oikawa had a way about him that made (Y/N) follow along to what ever he said or did. Even
though he had asked her a plethora of questions as they fucked, he never once asked her for
what she wanted him to do...Because he already knew. He followed her rhythm, watching
closely to see what made her moan or squirm in his grasp.

The closer she got to her climax the more her body moved, legs closing, back arching, hands
squeezing different parts of his arms. Each little jolt of her body fueled his stamina, going
faster and harder each time.

"Is this a quiet neighborhood?" Oikawa asked her as she let out another moan.

"Mhm," she mumbled as she sunk down on his cock once again.

"That explains the stares," he whispered.

(Y/N) leaned forward, using her elbows to prop herself up as Oikawa drilled her insides.
Through the haze of his cars bright light (Y/N) could make out a few windows above with
their blinds open, horrified expressions staring down at the pair as they continued going at it
in front of them.

"Oikawa! Turn your brights off so they can't see!" She gasped, lifting her hands to his chest
to try and get him to do something.

With a thud he pushed her back down on to the hood, a permanent dent now created from his
sheer force. (Y/N) gawked at him, saliva catching in her throat as his hand traveled up to her
neck.

"Don't move a muscle," Oikawa growled, his fingers wrapping her throat and applying
pressure on her trachea. "They should feel honored that they get to watch me fuck such a
grand prize."

(Y/N) obeyed, although she didn't have much of a choice since he literally had her by the
throat. Yet she didn't feel any danger, only a fire building inside her stomach as she was
thrown on and off of his cock.
"Oik—"

"—If you're going to moan my name at least call me Tooru," he ordered with his eyes closed
as he lurched over her, his tanned chest heaving forward as he started to reach his climax.

"Tooru," she gasped as both hands wrapped around her back, pulling her up to his chest. The
sound of his name being uttered from her lips was the icing on the cake, awakening every
single nerve inside of his body.

The feeling of him slowly coming undone inside of her made (Y/N) go completely unhinged.
Becoming a whining, moaning mess as she felt his hot seed pumping inside of her sensitive
walls. A mix of their cum dripped down from her cunt on to the car as he slowly pulled out of
her, throwing his head back in exhaustion.

"Such a pretty prize," he sighed, his thumb running over her bottom lip as he cupped her face.
His other hand snaked around her waist, slowly pulling her down off the hood of his car and
against his body.

"I'm uh, sorry about that," (Y/N) mumbled, pointing to a large dent on the hood of his car
where she was laying.

"Nah, I knew that was gonna happen,"

"Wait, if you knew that was gonna happen then why would you do it?" She asked, confused
as to why he would wreck his car on purpose for her.

Oikawa shrugged, dropping his hands from her body and shoving them in to his pockets.

"Next time we race I'll use this car and make sure every fucker there knows what that dent is
from," he said cockily as he picked his saliva coated keys up from the ground.

(Y/N) looked up at him in awe, shocked that fucking her meant that much to him and the
others. Oikawa laughed, watching as her eyes went wide staring at him and the car.

"Are you staying for a round two or are you ready to go home?" He teased, snapping her out
of her haze.

"Oh, yeah right," she laughed, fixing her top and giving him a little wave. "Thanks for uh, for
the ride!"

Oikawa leaned on the driver side door with with no shirt, backwards boxers, and his pants
bundled in his left hand.

"Let's do it again sometime, yeah?"

(Y/N) smiled to herself as she paced toward the lobby of her apartment complex, feeling a
new sense of pride at his words.

"Yeah, sounds good."

 The Little Black Dress

Yui was angry. The sight of (Y/N) crashed on the couch as if she hadn’t been missing for
almost two days made her furious.

"What the hell!"

(Y/N) sat up from the couch, hair a ratted mess from her tossing and turning. Yui stood over
her, hands placed upon her hips in a motherly fashion as she prepared to scold her.

"I know," (Y/N) grimaced.

"You know? Did you know that I called you, I texted you, I even called Daichi to ask if he
could reach you! I mean (Y/N) what the hell?"

All Michimiya's words did was make (Y/N) realize that she hadn't retrieved her phone from
whoever had it the night before. Meaning that her entire set of contacts, addresses, as well as
copied school work was gone. "Oh my god." She repeated to herself, eyes widening in fear.

"Don't oh my god me! I should be oh my god-ding you!" Yui shouted, bringing her hands to
her temples as she paced around the room.

"Yui, I never got my phone back!" (Y/N) said dejectedly, unsure if she was going to cry or
scream.

Her roommate looked back at her with a concerned expression, the same way a nurse would
look at a mental patient. "Yea, you did?"

(Y/N) looked back at her with that same look.

"What are you talking about? I don't have my phone with me," (Y/N) spat, dramatically
patting herself down to prove a point.

Yui muttered something under her breath as she crossed the room, stepping over piles of their
clothes and other trash that they would ‘pick up tomorrow.' She reached down toward the
kitchen counter and picked up a wrapped gift that (Y/N) hadn't noticed laying there until now.
“Ahem.” She cleared her throat and then took a fancy looking note out of her pocket.

"Dear (Y/N), forgive the others idiocy and accept this gift. Inside is a replacement for your
phone as well as some other surprises."

Yui stopped reading and stomped over to (Y/N), shoving the note in her face and the medium
sized box on her lap.

"And it says 'meet me outside of your apartment at noon.' Who the hell is this from?"

(Y/N) snatched the note from Yui's hand and stared down at it with a grin, trying to imagine
whose intricate handwriting had written this.
"(Y/N), what the hell?"

If she had a dollar or every time Yui had said ‘what the hell’ in the past five minutes then she
could start catching up to Kuroo's bank account balance. (Y/N) looked up to her friend and
gave a sheepish half smile. “I’m seeing one of the guys from the club.”

Yui's eyes scanned over her friends face a few times as she tried to decipher if (Y/N) was
being honest.

"You're being for real?" Yui gasped, crouching down next to the couch and placing her hands
and her friends knees. (Y/N) figured that telling her half of the truth was better than flat out
lying to her. So as she shrugged her shoulder (Y/N) thought of the most vaguest way to fill in
her friend.

"I left my phone at his friends place last night and forgot to grab it," (Y/N) explained as if it
really happened. "That's why I never got any of your calls."

Their apartment seemed boring, almost tiny after what (Y/N) had experienced over the past
day and a half. She couldn't have ever imagined a point in her life where she would think
such a thing, but after getting a small taste of what their life was like, (Y/N) wanted to live it
all the time.

While Yui was having her own special conniption (Y/N) reached for the gift and tore its
wrapping paper apart. Inside was a new phone still in its box, the same one that she had been
seeing relentlessly in TV commercials. Next to it was a clothing bag from a store whose
name she wasn’t even sure how to pronounce.

"What the—"

"—Yui if you say what the hell again I swear I'll actually send you there," (Y/N) sighed as
she lifted the dress out of the box.

It was silk, black, almost like an outfit they would’ve see come out of a James Bond movie.
There were no fancy stitching, sparkly jewels sewed upon its uniformed fabric, only sleek
blackness. (Y/N) wasn’t exactly impressed, although she could tell just by the feel of the silk
that this was the nicest dress she has ever owned.

"Oh my god."

(Y/N) sighed, flinging the dress on to the couch and looking up at her flabbergasted friend.

"We've switched from 'what the hell,'" (Y/N) arched her brow, but it was not her Yui was
focused on. Quickly her friend grabbed the dress from the couch, and then turned the entire
thing inside out to reveal a price tag that was thicker than cardboard and fancier than a
hallmark card. On the other side of the tag printed in fancy text read $1,784.

"This dress costs more than our rent!" Yui exclaimed, holding the fabric in her hand as if it
was a hot potato that she bounced from palm to palm. (Y/N) was less surprised after already
being exposed to their extravagant affairs once before, however spending close to two
thousand dollars on a dress did seem idiotic.

"It must've been on sale."

"Sale? You buy Nikes on sale, you buy t-shirts on sale!" Yui held the dress out in front of her,
it's silk fabric twirling with each jerk of her arm. "You don't buy a seventeen hundred dollar
Givenchy dress on sale!"

Despite realizing that she had read the tags label wrong, (Y/N) also realized that who ever
gifted her this must have been someone whom she hadn't interacted with yet. The black dress
didn't seem to match Kuroo's style—He seemed to like her flashy boudoir, nor did it make
sense that a person like Oikawa would have any idea what type of dress to buy for her.

"I'll ask him about it when I see him," (Y/N) responded to her, although she truly didn't know
who him was going to be. "So you're going? Like, today?" Yui asked almost immediately
after.

(Y/N) hadn't even thought about an alternative. Whether it was her own stupid thirst for a
good time, or the polite thing to do after receiving a new phone and a thousand dollar dress,
she was going to go.

"Well, yeah of course, I mean he did just spend like two thousand dollars on me."

Yui mulled her friends answer over in her head for a few moments. Normally a random boy
taking her home and then showering her with gifts was a red flag, however (Y/N) didn't seem
to be under any type of threat. In fact she seemed fairly content, even lively.

"Fine, but you better wear that dress in to the grave," Yui snickered. "Or at least in to his
bedroom."

"I'm just gonna tell him to buy you one too," (Y/N) grinned cheekily as she grabbed the dress
from her friend and quickly ran to the bath room to get dressed. The sound of her closing the
bathroom door was followed by the squeal of a car peeling out, signaling that her date had
already arrived.

"Uh. (Y/N)?"

"I heard it too!" She shouted, frantically throwing the dress over her body, rinsing her mouth
out with mouthwash as she wiggled her arms in the straps.

As quickly as she entered, she exited, meeting Yui's eyes in the middle of the living room.
"Damn, you look like your worth more than two thousand dollars," Yui snickered, eyeing her
friend as she spun in circles to show of the black dress.

"I sure hope so," (Y/N) laughed, giving Yui a side hug and quickly grabbing her belongings
—including the new phone, and opened the front door.

"Make sure you mention that your half of the rent is due soon! Maybe he'll pay it for you!"
Yui joked as (Y/N) shut the door behind her, flying down the steps to the lobby in a rush to
meet whoever was in the car down below.

A black Mercedes was parked in the valet loop, however at the sight of her it’s engine
quickly started up again. As (Y/N) grew closer she tried to make out the figure behind the
drivers seat. However, as she pushed down the windows and rolled back the top, there wasn’t
much left to figure out.

"Hello sweetheart," Suna winked as the top came down, revealing a sleek all black interior.
With just one glance (Y/N) could understand what Tsukishima meant when he said that they
preferred the "old money" aesthetic. Everything was minimalistic and either black, white, or
tan. And although the car was a brand new model it still read out the same classic Mercedes
logo on the hood.

"So you're my secret admirer?" (Y/N) smiled cheekily, climbing in to the passenger seat.

“And if I am?” He said back as he reached over the center console and buckled her seat belt,
making a point out of brushing her thighs with his hand whilst doing so.

“Well then I suppose I should thank you for the gifts.”

"I'm glad to see that the dress fits," Suna chirped as he placed the car in drive and lifted his
foot off the break. The sound of the engine sounded like a cat purring, a low vibrato rumbling
the seats as he drove out of the parking lot.

"I'd tell you you're insane for spending that kind of money on me, but after the past two days
I'm not sure what counts as insane," (Y/N) responded, leaning her back against his leather
seats that were hot from the suns rays shining down on them. The corners of Suna's mouth
turned up right, somehow feeling flattered as she called him insane. "I suppose you'll send me
to a mental hospital when you hear where we're going?"

(Y/N) shifted in her seat, rotating her body to take a good look at him. Unlike last night she
could finally get a feel for his looks. Everything about him seemed sort of mysterious and
dark, yet his personality was still a mystery. His kind words and light humor made her
believe that what laid on the outside was not matching on the inside.

"So tell me. Where exactly is it that you're taking me?"

Suna lifted his right arm and gestured to the back seat where a large tan bag sat, inside a few
glass bottles of liquor as well as miscellaneous items like sunglasses and towels.

“The beach?" (Y/N) guessed aloud as she tried to connect the dots.

"Close. We're doing something a bit grander than the beach sweetheart."
 Sœur Codette
Chapter Summary

warnings:
•smut•
•drug use•
•foul language•

Underneath the afternoon sun Suna's dark hair glistened like onyx. A warm breeze blew
through the car as they drove up the coast with the top down. Suna had been relatively quiet,
allowing (Y/N) to take in the scenery of the ocean, only speaking up when he had a fact about
the places they passed or snarky remark to utter.

"This is my favorite part of the drive," Suna announced as they began to drive down a
winding road that was decorated with sea grape trees and yellow daisies. "Everything here is
just gorgeous," (Y/N) replied, sticking her head up to take a good look at the landscape.

"You've never been on this side of the coast have you?" Suna asked as he drove down a
winding road that headed to the Marina.

"No of course not," (Y/N) chuckled. "I usually go to the public beaches or to the pier."

Suna's eyes wandered from the road to (Y/N) who was seated in the passenger seat. Her
demeanor had changed significantly from the beginner of the ride. Originally she had sat
rigid in her seat, legs crossed and hands fiddling in her lap as if she was in a doctors office.
"Relax," Suna had told her. "I am relaxed," she would say back as her eyes wandered
nervously away from his.

But looking at her now, he believed her. (Y/N)'s body extended across the leather seat, legs
kicked up on his dashboard and her arms propping herself up on his center console.

"Your car is beautiful by the way," (Y/N) complimented as her finger ran along the smooth
accents of the interior.

"That's why you're using it like a leg rest?" Suna arched a brow. Quickly (Y/N) dropped her
feet and went to fix her posture, but Suna grabbed her waist and forced her to return to her
original position. "I'm just joking sweetheart, relax."

"I am relaxed," she repeated just like before.

"Oh, are you know?" Suna chuckled. His foot pressed down on the gas, making the car speed
as fast as it possibly could, quickly he lifted both his legs on either side of the steering wheel
and flailed his arms up in the air. "Are you this relaxed?" He shouted out as the sound of the
wind echoed through their ears. With the car maintaining some momentum (Y/N) lurched
over the console and grabbed the wheel, panicking slightly as she tried to steer from the
passenger seat as Suna reclined himself.

"You're an idiot!" She laughed hysterically as she steered through the turns. Suna finally
lowered his limbs and took a hold of the steering wheel once again. "Well you did say I might
be insane?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, lifting her bare feet back on to the dash board and placing her back
against his right arm. "And you said we were going to the beach, yet we've passed every exit
to do so. So where are you taking me?"

Suna's hand traveled to her chin, lightly pressing against her face to make her look forward at
the road. Up ahead laid a fancy residential looking neighborhood, a golden arch hovering
above the road that read "Sea-Side Yacht Club" in bold italicized letters.

"You're joking?" (Y/N) said flatly with his hands still pressing against her face. Suna was not
joking this time around, he made that very clear as they drove underneath the arch toward the
Marina.

The ocean had grown close again, but it's deep blue waves were seen only between the spaces
of large houses—although mansions seemed like a better word for them. Large plots of land
with brilliant landscaping and even finer looking brick exteriors, usually decorated with
pillars or vines that climbed on the walls.

"You live here?" (Y/N) gasped as they went through the roundabout.

"No, I only dock my boat here. This is too residential for my liking," Suna sighed as they
pulled toward the Marina where a man in a tan tuxedo quickly ran toward their car. (Y/N)
wondered what a non residential neighborhood was to Suna, and how it could possibly be any
more nicer than this.

"I like this new one sir," the man exclaimed as Suna climbed out of the front seat and walked
around toward the passenger door, opening it for (Y/N) and offering her his hand.

"Thank you," was all Suna said back to the valet. He then reached in to his pocket, pulled out
a small plastic baggy and handed it over to the man with a nod.

"No, thank you sir!" The valet man smirked as he pocketed the baggy and hoped behind the
wheel, pulling the car back down the road. (Y/N) gripped tightly to Suna's arm, feeling like a
fish out of water around such high class looking people.

"Relax," Suna uttered as they walked down the boardwalk. "You could streak through here
naked, as long as I'm with you not a damn person would say a thing about it." His words
made her feel slightly more comfortable, but she still made a point about clinging to him as
they walked down the marina.

Much to (Y/N)'s surprise Suna was not alone, a few feet ahead was Kita, who was tapping his
foot impatiently as watched Suna and (Y/N) slowly approached him. (Y/N) raised her brow,
looking back and forth between the pair and wondering what exactly their plan was.

"You took your time?" Kita remarked when Suna reached him.

"I took the scenic route," Suna shrugged.

Kita rolled his eyes at Suna and then shifted his gaze to (Y/N). Quickly he ran a hand through
his combed hair and then extended it to (Y/N). "I apologize for my rudeness, it's nice to see
you again," he smiled charmingly.

His hand look freshly manicured, no dirty nail beds nor uncut cuticles, just uniformed milky
skin and perfectly filed nails. Kita observed her, his hand lingering in her grasp for an extra
few seconds as they met eyes. "Thank you for having me," (Y/N) said back politely. "I
thought it was just going to be Suna and I for today?"

Kita chuckled, letting go of his hand and flipping his wrist to see the time. "You sound
disappointed?" He sighed as he looked back down at her, a slight accent tugging at his lips as
he pronounced you. (Y/N) smiled and shook her head, taking another few steps down the
board walk toward the rows of yachts up ahead.

"No, just...Pleasantly surprised."

The two men followed her, Kita on her left, and Suna holding on to her right. They passed
ship after ship, each one grander than the last. Each of their large exteriors polished with
fancy names sprawled across their fronts. The trio stopped at the very edge of the harbor,
where a white yacht floated gracefully among the waves. In fancy gold lettering the name:
"Sœur Caddette" was written on its exterior, glistening when the light caught it just right.

"It means little sister in french," Suna explained when he noticed (Y/N) trying to read the
text. "I originally bought this yacht for my younger sister, but it doesn't get a lot of use
anymore."

Kita sighed, kneeling down to examine the few small scratches in the side of the boat. "He
makes it seem like he's the sole owner, when he, Sakusa, and I actually share it," Kita
mumbled as his thumb ran over the chipped paint.

"Either way it's a beautiful boat," (Y/N) replied as she examined each curve of the ship. Suna
interlaced his fingers with her own, leading her toward the ramp up to the deck. "Well then
let's go for a sail?"

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Luxurious was not even a proper adjective to describe the yacht and its interior. On every free
square foot of free space stood a staff member who held our trays of food, whether it was
fresh fruit or fancy hors d'oeuvres. Kita had made sure to point out each technical beauty of
the boat, new hard wood flooring, decorations imported from different continents, lighting
that activated when you walked bye. Suna on the other hand, was adiment about the more
useful aspects of the boat, hot tub in the rear, cup holders meant for bottles of liquor, and of
course, an incredibly large king bed.

"You know people work their entire lives for this,"(Y/N) remarked as she laid down on the
deck, the water splashing over her body once in awhile when they hit a large wave. "How do
you guys even get something like this from racing money?"

Kita poured himself another glass of whatever was inside the bottle next to him and took a
long sip, making sure to take his time enjoying its bitter flavor before he spoke. "Rintarō
didn't let you in on that? Hm, maybe that's because he doesn't do a whole lot of the dirty
work?"

Suna rolled his eyes, falling backwards on to the deck and stretching his large body out
across the wood. "Don't sound so pretentious Shinsuke. We sell cocaine not diamonds."

(Y/N) paused, propping herself up on her elbows to get a good look at the two men before
her to make sure they weren't bullshitting her. It wasn't until that moment that (Y/N) had put
two and two together, the plastic baggy given to the valet, as well as the odd location of the
harbor which they docked the yacht at all started to make sense.

"Cocaine? You two sell cocaine to rich people?" She arched her brow, suddenly intrigued
about the dirty work which they did. It wasn't everyday she got to speak with drug dealers,
especially attractive, rich ones.

"Sakusa as well, but he couldn't join us on this excursion." Suna shrugged, his right hand
traveling up to (Y/N)'s thigh as he spoke which caused Kita to scowl. "We sell to anyone who
can buy—except children of course, but usually the rich, classy folk are our highest
customers."

(Y/N) smirked to herself as he said folk, believing that he had picked up on Kita's slight
accent and slang. (Y/N) watched at Kita stood up and reached in to the black bag which had
originally sitting in the back seat of Suna's car. He then flung a brick looking object at her
which landed in her lap with a thud.

"How about a keepsake?" He rolled his eyes, glaring over at Suna who was incredibly
careless about the placement of the white powder. (Y/N)'s eyes widen as the brick fell in to
her lap, worried that at any moment the D.E.A would appear and take her away. Both Suna
and Kita chuckled at her as she quickly removed the brick from her person and tossed it back
toward them.

"Relax, we're at least 12 miles from the coast no cop is gonna come find you here. Especially
not in this neighborhood," Kita smiled as he shoved the pound of cocaine back in to the black
bag. (Y/N) furrowed her brows in confusion as she looked back and forth between Kita and
Suna. "Why did you guys pick this place anyways? I mean was it just convenient for business
or something else?

"I put my grandmother up in a house over here," Kita pointed toward where the shore once
was. "I figured that docking the boat here would not only be a good choice for our business,
but would also allow me to visit her regularly"

(Y/N) smiled, finding his sudden change in tone to be quite sweet. However the shrill sound
of a phone going off differed the tender moment. "I've got to take this. Rintarō, please watch
the bag," Kita ordered as he walked across the deck with his phone in hand.

Suna nodded inattentively and watched Kita walked toward the main cabin. As soon as he
became out of sight Suna's hands wander further up (Y/N)'s thighs making her gasp slightly
as his silver decorated fingers brushed against her panties.

"Kita is going to get pissed if you—"

"—Kita wants to fuck the daylights out of you too. If he were in my position he'd do the
same," Suna cut her off and pulled her on to his lap as he reclined on the deck. (Y/N)'s hands
wander to his shoulders, digging her finger tips in to his flesh as he rolled his hips against her.
"I hate to rush things like this but under the circumstances..." His voice trailed off as his
hands trailed under her dress and around her waist as he push his clothed erection against her
sex.

"Quick is fine," (Y/N) held back her sighs as she sought for the friction of his pants again.
Suna tugged on the silk fabric of her dress, forcing her to lean down on top of him. His lips
connected to hers with urgency, his tongue sliding in to her mouth and swallowing each moan
that tried to escape from her lips. The warmth of their bodies from laying out in the sun
caused their cheeks to go bright red as they grabbed on to each other, hands hungrily
attacking what ever bare skin they could find.

"I love this view," Suna sighed as his hand lifted under her skirt, his thumb slowly pulling her
panties to the side. (Y/N)'s breath hitched as he felt his knuckles press against her clit as he
with her panties. "Like the ocean," he remarked when he felt how wet she had become.

Suna's left hand supported her back, raising her up slightly as positioned himself underneath
her cunt. Feeling her heart pound in her chest (Y/N) looked down at Suna whose hair fell in
strands over his flushed face. "Sit," he demanded as their eyes locked.

(Y/N) obliged, lowering her hips on to his length. A set of incoherent curses were muttered
under her breath as she felt the head of cock slowly spread her out. "So tight," Suna groaned
as he thrusted in to her, taking no mercy on her insides.

In a lust driven attempt to feel closer to him, (Y/N) slid her hands down and lifted up the light
cotton sweatshirt, revealing smooth, lean muscles that contacted with every movement of his
hips. Suna did the same, lifting up her dress to reveal her hips that continued to grind against
him in fluid motions.

"That night when you first got to the track..." Suna's paused as he thrusted himself in to her
again, the moan that escaped from her lips signaled that he had found her sweet spot. "...I
imagined what this would feel like. You riding me, nails inside scratching skin, dress hiked
up your thighs, and let me tell you sweetheart...This is better than I ever imagined."
(Y/N) chuckled breathlessly as she felt her climax approaching, rolling her hips faster with a
desperation for a release. But Suna had suddenly stopped, lifting her off of his waist and
laying her down next to him. "Stay there, and don't you dare touch yourself," he ordered as he
reached over toward the black beach bag and pulled out the neatly wrapped brick. With one
hand he pulled out his wallet, and with the other he undid a corner of the bricks wrapping,
digging up a substantial amount of cocaine on to his credit card.

(Y/N) froze as she watched Suna tower above her, a pile of white powder balancing on the
black card. "Sit still sweetheart," he purred as he hoisted her dress up as far as it could go and
then neatly poured the white power on to her torso. Her skin erupted in goosebumps as she
felt him section out lines from her navel down to the very top of her sex.

"You're not serious are you?" (Y/N) laughed, watching as he finished preparing the neat little
white lines. Suna smirked, placing his hands on either side of her body and lowering himself
so that he was barely an inch away from her skin. His eyes looked up at her face, pupils
already dilated without even a hint of cocaine in his system. "If you don't want me to then
speak up? (Y/N) fell silent, breathing heavily as she watched him get lower and lower to her
navel. "Hm, then I guess I won't."

"No..." (Y/N) replied quietly. "...Do it."

Suna chuckled softly as he adverted his gaze from her face and back toward her lower
stomach. Quickly leaned down and inhaled, the sensation tickling her body, yet also proving
to be slightly erotic.

When he reached the line just above her sex Suna paused, leaving the last bit of the powder
untouched he dipped his head down and spit on to her cunt, hearing her swear under her
breath as he did so. With a new found energy Suna dove in between her legs, attacking her
clit with his flat tongue as his fingers spread out inside of her.

"What if Kita—"

"—Fuck Kita, I'm starving," he growled as he lapped up her wetness, moaning against her
folds as he felt her nails run through his dark hair. (Y/N) tried her hardest to keep still, afraid
that if she bucked her hips she'd spill the drug across the floor, however with the intensity of
his flicking tongue against her clit it was incredibly challenging. Suna never slowed down his
pace, he only continued to go harder and faster, flicking his tongue in circles over her clit
until he could feel her legs begin to shake.

"Fuck," (Y/N) moaned as she came, Suna's entire mouth continuing to lap up every inch of
her cunt until he felt her start to shove his head away.

Mouth still dripping with a mixture of her cum and his saliva he lifted his nose to the very
bottom of her waist and snorted the last line off of her skin, letting out a sigh as he flopped
his head down on her stomach. "You taste like candy," he muttered as he tried to calm his
breathing.

"Are you sure that's not the coke talking?" (Y/N) laughed breathlessly, her hand slowly
moving from his hair to his dampened neck.
"No, you're the only drug that could possibly make me feel like this," Suna replied solemnly
as he lifted him self up, pulling the wrinkled black dress back down over her body.

The harsh sound of feet stomping against the wooden panels of the deck signaled that their
little activity had finished just in time. Kita crouched down in front of the two, who were
trying their hardest to be nonchalant about their recent affairs, although their flushed faces
and wrinkled clothing weren't helping their case.

"We've gotta head back, Iwaizumi just called and said everyone wants to do black out
tonight," Kita announced.

Suna let out a sigh, placing his hands to his temples. "Tonight? Really?" He grumbled,
standing up on the deck and craning his neck until it made a crackling noise. Kita scoffed, an
angry glower appearing over his face as he stared at Suna. "Maybe if you weren't snorting
lines of our shipments off of her stomach you would be in a better mood," Kita muttered
plainly.

"You uh—You saw that?" (Y/N) asked embarrassingly, her cheeks turning even redder than
they had been before. Kita's scowl softened as he looked down at her, although he still kept a
bit of a hardened expression to try and convey his point to the both of them.

"Yes, but don't be embarrassed...When I get my hands on you, I'll make Suna watch as well."
 Texas Hold ‘Em
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Blackout night was the ominous name for an evening poker game played for large sums of
cash. This event had been a personal favorite of Oikawa and Kuroo, since it was normally
held at the strip club and always made for a lot of cash on their end. Even if they were the big
losers, somehow their wallets always left slightly bigger after Blackout night.

Arriving to the darkened Strip Club Kita and Suna had both dropped whatever pleasant fronts
they had on from earlier, and adopted their usual sinister looking expressions. "Someone's
sunburned," Kuroo pointed out as Suna advanced toward him. "Too busy scoping out new
farm homes with Kita?"

Suna stepped forward, shoving his keys inside his pockets and glaring up at the men in front
of him. "No, I just took (Y/N) for a ride..." Suna lingered on the word 'ride' as he made a very
obvious glance over at (Y/N) who was waving a hello to Kenma at the bar. "...A ride up the
coast of course."

"Ah, Rintarō and Shinsuke took her on their yacht?" Oikawa chimed in as he approached the
duo with an overly fake grin upon his lips.

"You know men with big boats are usually compensating for something...Isn't that right?"

There was something sinister about the look Suna gave the laughing duo in front of him.
"Don't worry, I think she was just fine with the size of my boat," Suna replied with a low and
soft tone that made it clear he had just called checkmate on their back and forth banter. Kuroo
and Oikawa's faces immediately lost their smiles, laughter coming to a halt as they
understood the meaning of Suna's words.

"I'll see you all at the table, gentlemen," Suna produced a smile similar to Oikawa's fake one
and then walked off toward the red velvet poker table in the corner of the building.

"I really want to beat the smugness off of his face," Kuroo muttered, earning a set of nods
from Oikawa. "I'm glad you and I can finally agree on something."

The pair looked across the room at (Y/N) who was making her way further inside the club
with Kenma and Akaashi by her side.

"Tooru, last time we had a problem you gave the solution. You mind if I pick your brain
again?" Kuroo asked as he stared down at (Y/N) from across the room.

"Only if you promise to never call asking for ideas picking my brain," Oikawa gagged. Kuroo
rolled his eyes, finding Oikawa's constant smarminess to be a hit annoying at times. "We
need (Y/N) to stick around for a while, I have a hunch that where ever she goes the money
will follow."
Oikawa mulled over his friends words as he thought about all the possible contingencies of
her presence during their future events. "You have a point. I mean no offense to you or
anything, but if she was the prize every night I'd race my ass of just to fu—"

"—Yes, I got it. You're not alone in this matter, I mean even Tsukishima seemed to take a
liking to her and he hates every person on this planet," Kuroo cut him off. "So what's our
plan?"

"Let's get out of first gear and start taking some calculate risks," Oikawa nodded to himself,
calculating random variables in his head as they began to step toward (Y/N) and the others.
"You go ahead and chat with Tsukishima, get a feel for our finances and whats in everyone
else's pockets..." Oikawa slapped the back of his friend with a loud thud and flashed him a
smug grin. "...But first things first, let's start this game off right."

Memories—whether they were good or bad—flooded (Y/N)'s mind as she eyed the stage in
the center of the room. Without the blaring music and guest ridden tables the club seemed far
different, almost classy in its own special way.

"It's nice to see you again," Kuroo smirked as she approached him, a smile tugging at her
lips when he extended his hand. "What makes you think I came here for you? I mean Kita
and Suna could've just forced me here," she arched her brow mischievously as she questioned
his judgement.

"Because you have a raincheck," Kuroo lowers his head so that his chin rests in the crook of
her neck. "And I can tell by how easily your walking that Suna didn't fuck you nearly as hard
as he should have."

(Y/N) felt her pulse quicken although she tried her absolute hardest to not seemed phase by
his dirty words. Kuroo could tell just by her sudden change in body language that he had
already effected her mind set, just that knowledge alone suddenly gave him an extra boost of
confidence as he walked over to the others.

At the poker table the room Semi and Matsuwaka were laughing hysterically as they watched
Oikawa try to shuffle through the cards. Each attempt at a Faro shuffle only ended up in a
mess of cards on the table, and it wasn't until Iwaizumi came over and smacked him on the
backside of his head that he had finally given up on the matters and left it to Semi.

"Semi wins almost every single time," Kuroo snaked his hand on to (Y/N)'s waist, pulling her
toward the two seats situated on his right side.

Semi was smooth with his movements, hands fiddled gently with the cards as he sent them
flipping over each other with a slight 'thwip' sound. He didn't look like the type to be good at
poker; With messy gray dyed hair, chunky silver rings, and arms dotted with miscellaneous
tattoos; His appearance led her to believe he was an ex band member or maybe some
'alternative' male model.

However Kuroo had explained that Semi went to a prestigious private school—ironically the
same one as Tendou, where he learned poker to get some extra cash from his upperclassmen.
By the time he graduated he could play off any bluff and calculate every single players move
as if it was as easy as breathing.

"Then I guess he's the one I gotta beat to win tonight," (Y/N) stated as she caught Semi's
eyes, a smirk tugging on the corners of his blush colored lips. "What do you mean?" Kuroo
paused, his hand still holding on to the seat he had pulled out for himself.

(Y/N) looked up at him with a cocky expression, maintaining their eye contact as she took
the seat he pulled over for himself. "I'm playing tonight. You didn't think I came here just to
sit and watch you all have fun?"

Oikawa overheard her little come back and laughed with all of his might as he watched
Kuroo's face turn a bright shade of pink. "I hope she takes all your money!"

Kuroo rolled his eyes, taking a seat next to (Y/N) and straightening the collar of his shirt.
"Me loosing money will make you lose money fuck-face," he muttered as Semi began to deal
out the cards, his hands moving quickly around the table. The sound of the door unlocking
was followed by a series of 'Hey's!' meaning that Bokuto had arrived.

"You tryna show off or something?" He announced as he shut the door of he strip club behind
him, arriving more than fashionably late. His eyes immediately went to (Y/N) who was
sandwiched between Kuroo and Semi, although the seating arrangements wasn't what caught
caught his eyes; It was cards in her hands did.

"You're dealing her in?" Bokuto asked as he took a seat across from her, grabbing some
random drink from the table, disregarding it's previous owner as he lifted it to his lips.

"You worried I'll beat you?" (Y/N) smirked as she shifted in her seat, making sure to hold her
cards tightly to her person. Bokuto leaned back in his chair, elbows almost poking Akaashi
and Kohona's face as they sat on either side of him.

"I'm never worried about anything, actually," he shrugged, not even glancing down at the
cards that were getting flicked his way.

Semi rolled back his shoulders and grabbed his hand, large ringed fingers towering over the
small cards as he flipped through and organized them. "Koutaro over there looses every
game," (Y/N) felt him whisper in her ear, smelling of pre-rolls and Creed Aventus. (Y/N)
smiled kindly at him, knowing that the eyes of everyone on the table fell on her, she leaned
closer to him and placed her left hand on his collarbone. "You better watch out," she said with
a 'hum' in her voice. "I'm coming for your crown today, Eita."

Semi chuckled, his breath fanning over her neck as he tilted his head forward slightly,
running his free hand through his gray hair. "I'll bet five grand," Semi announced as he sat
upright. "Along with the left over kilos in my car."

Kuroo on her right scoffed as he took a look across (Y/N)'s body at Semi. "Fine, I'll bet ten
grand."
The bets went around the table, whether it was the ever budding machismo or the greed they
felt, each bet sky rocketed in value until the jackpot had become a lump of cash and rewards
that (Y/N) could not even imagine winning—Or loosing. The only two players to fold were
Akaashi and Kenma, who after one look at their hands winced and said that 'they'd leave the
loosing to the idiots.'

"Whatchya betting princess?" Bokuto asked as he slouched forward on the table, his sleeves
tightening around his flexing shoulders. When the eyes fell on her to make the last bet she
paused, mind racking through all her possessions in search of somwthing she could offer.
And then she suddenly got a horrible, yet thrilling idea. Her blank expression turned in to the
faintest of smug smiles as she stared back up at Bokuto, allowing her crazy idea to fly from
her lips.

"I bet myself."

A hush falls over the table as they eye her down, no one even uttering a word of protest as
they watch her recline back in her seat. Kuroo and Semi both lean over toward her, their
bodies lightly brushing against her own as they turn toward their friends. "I think that's a fair
wager, I mean let's be honest a human person is worth far more than any of our cash," Kuroo
smiled, patting his hand on her thigh.

"I'm all for it," Atsumu shrugged as he checked his cards again, looking back up at (Y/N)
with a smile. Tendou who sat on his right nodded as well, his burgundy eyes narrowing down
at the girl. "I second that."

"I don't think we should," Semi announces slyly, ruining the mood that had quickly settled
amongst the players. Suna, who face still slightly red from his previous activities, arched his
brow, placing his elbows on the table as he whistled to Semi with a blank expression. "Why
not? You afraid you'll loose the chance to sleep with her?"

Semi grins, pearly white teeth slightly peaking out from his curled lips. "No, it's because I
have a straight flush," he explains with a kind of unadulterated confidence that makes
everyone at the table pause for a moment.

"You're bluffing."

Semi shrugs his shoulders, with all eyes now glued to him, he leans incredibly close to (Y/N),
placing his hand of cards in front of her face. With the entirety of her face covered by the
cards and his large hands, Semi presses his face in even closer to her own, his lips hovering
on the corner of (Y/N)'s mouth. "Am I lying?" He asked quietly, his bottom lip just grazing
her own in a purposely seductive manner. She was shocked by his brazen act, oozing with
pride and cockiness as he shoved his cards in her face as if he had nothing to loose.

Squinting her eyes slightly (Y/N) tried to take a look at the cards pressed closely to her face,
slowly she made out the jack, followed by the cards 10 through 7; A straight flush. The girl
barely had to move her head to see the large smirk upon his face, in this round his hand was
seemingly invincible.
"Shit, I hate when he does this," Oikawa spat from the other side of the table as he tried to
read Semi's body language, hoping for a tell to give away his bluff. His anger directed the ash
haired boys attention away from (Y/N) and back toward his opponents who looked at him
furiously.

"No one folds?" Semi asked innocently as he eyed his fellow players around the room. When
no one protested he let out a devious sounding chuckle, "fine, lower your cards then."

They all obliged, (Y/N) included, and placed their hands down on to the table. Much to
everyone else's dismay Semi hadn't been calling a bluff, their eyes all widening in horror as
they saw the well crafted hand he had set down. "There's no way you got that first try," Kuroo
sneered.

Like a benevolent ruler Semi had lifted his hand, which was decorated with a few small
tattoos, and called for the attention of his fellow players. "If you think I cheated then we'll
just call that a practice round," he said graciously as he picked up his hand and returned in to
the deck. Kita glanced over in his direction with narrowed eyes. "You think that you can
decide what games count?"

"Well you all just proved that I am in fact the better player, and after all, doesn't the person
who comes in first call the shots?" Semi purred as he watched everyone send their hands
back. "I'm doing you all a favor by disqualifying that last round anyways." Once again his
fingers delicately flipped the cards, his eyes glancing up every few seconds to see the
disappointed and frustrated gazes in his friends eyes. "Let's switch things up; Texas Hold
'em."

(Y/N) received two cards, once again holding them tightly to her person as she scanned the
faces of her opponents. "This ones really no fun," Kita sighed as he received his cards.

"I think it's the perfect game," Semi replied as he finished handing out the cards. "It's great
for simpletons like Kōtarō."

Sitting directly across (Y/N) was Bokuto who smiled widely, wiggling his eyes brows as he
caught (Y/N)'s gaze lingering on his face after hearing the backhanded insult. However, just
like he told her earlier, nothing ever worried him. "Simpleton?" He 'hummed' to himself for a
moment or two before looking back at Semi. "Just for that I'll bet nice and high, just to help
your bank account balance since I'll be loosing anyways."

A look of pure determination had crept across both men's faces, their pleasant smiles looking
for more like anime's bearing their teeth before a kill. Semi passed the deck to (Y/N), giving
her a pat on the leg when she cut it for him and passed it back so he could deal out the cards.

"Bets gentlemen?"

Unlike last time each of the men bet low, now that the game was different, and because of the
fear that Semi might take another win, they made sure to keep the sum under a thousand
dollars. "You keep your bet sweetheart," Oikawa smiled at (Y/N) when it became her turn to
announce her amount. She rolled her eyes, leaning back in to her seat and watching as Semi
grabbed a card from the deck.
 "Burn," he announces, not even flipping over the card as he discards it. Kuroo rolls his eyes,
regretting that he ever accused the man of cheating. "We get it Eita, you're not a cheater, now
stop proving that and set down the cards."

Semi flips over three cards and suddenly the entire energy of the room had changed, (Y/N)
swore it got warmer as she watched everyone around her lean in toward the table and
examine the cards with spiteful expressions. The only two who didn't seem phased were
Semi, and surprisingly enough, Bokuto.

"I'd show you my hand again but I think I should keep it more professional this time
around," Semi sighed, his right hand suddenly dropping from the cards and landing on
(Y/N)'s upper thigh, causing her entire body to erupt in goose bumps.

"Any more bets before I pull another one?" He asked lazily. From across the table Bokuto
chimed in yet again with a guileful look. "I'll raise the pot to three thousand, and of course
we'll keep the chance to take (Y/N) home as well"

One by one the heads turned, and then the phrase 'I fold' escaped from each of the men's lips.
Even Kuroo, who had been fuming during the entire event had back down. By the time the
fifth and final card was pulled the only players left were Semi, Bokuto, and (Y/N).

"Kotaro—No, Bo. I'll give you one last chance to back out, just to save you some money and
humiliation," Semi said smugly as he fiddled with the cards in his hand. Bokuto threw his
head back, his chest heaving up and down as he laughed. "Not a chance."

"Fine," Semi hissed as he slammed his cards down on the table with a fury that (Y/N) hadn't
seen early. When she noticed how poorly has hand was (Y/N) had finally understood why he
was pressing for Bokuto to drop out, as well as why his put together facade was cracking.
Next was (Y/N), whose hand was some what better than Semi's, but still no real show
stopping combination.

A prolonged sigh escaped from Bokuto's lips as he looked back and forth between the cards
on the tables and his own. "Semi..." Bokuto said solemnly. "...I'm really sorry."

Semi glared up at the two toned monster in front of him. "If you want to drop out, you still
can," he spat, still holding on to that testosterone induced pride.

"No," Bokuto's blank expression suddenly formed in to a large grin. "I'm just sorry you got
beat by such a simpleton like me."

Slamming his hand on to the table Bokuto revealed a royal flush.

Chapter End Notes

//an\\
i hope y’all r ready for some seriously spicy bokuto smut…
 The Lions den
Chapter Summary

warnings:
foul language, mild breeding kink, thigh riding, oral sex, over stimulation…like 3000
words of smut

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

There were things that Bokuto liked to do slowly, fucking being one of those. However, the
second he was awarded (Y/N) from Semi's reluctant grasp, it felt as if someone had turned on
a stopwatch that was counting the seconds until he was inside of her.

Traffic laws, road safety, greeting the neighbors as they walked up the stairs to his apartment;
These things were inconsequential to him as he tugged her up stairs. (Y/N) on the other hand
was less in a hurry, she had left the strip club with the intention of playing chess, not
checkers.

Her 'participation' within their 'lil' racing group was growing, which meant that she needed to
start thinking strategically; They all needed to know that she wasn't just some easy reward
they got fuck when ever they felt like. But this was easier said then done, because the second
Bokuto shut his apartment door closed, (Y/N) felt as if the oxygen had been sucked out from
the room.

He took a few steps away from her, loitering for a brief moment in his living room, shoulders
rolling as if he were stretching in preparation. When Bokuto had turned back around to face
her she felt as if she had stepped inside the lions den, no where to escape from the hungry
predator in front of her.

"I'm gonna warn you princess," Bokuto undid the first few buttons of his collar, the white
shirt tightening around his broad shoulders as he did so. "My plan tonight is to fuck you so
hard you can't walk the next morning."

Trying to remember her plan, (Y/N) arched her brow, stepping away from the door and closer
to Bokuto who was eyeing her every move. Each step she took forward, Bokuto took
backwards, until he landed on the edge of his couch.

"Is that so?" She coos, now hovering above him as he took a seat on the edge of his couch.
His eyes fluttered up to look at her, legs spread ever so slightly, as if he was suggesting his
lap as a seat.

"Sit."
(Y/N) didn't follow his order at first, she moved slightly closer to him, legs shoulder-with
apart as she stood before him. Bokuto's amber eyes seemed a far darker color, his pupils
dilated with lust as he glared down at her slightly opened legs. His large hand reached out
and wrapped around the back of her thigh, finger nails digging in to her skin with no
consideration for her pain or discomfort.

"I said sit." Bokuto growls as he pulls roughly on her thighs, sending her stumbling down on
to his lap. In all her interactions with Bokuto he seemed cheerful, always enthusiastic and
taking any type of set back with a positive outlook. However the man who snaked his hands
up her body was not the same Bokuto she knew, he was a predator, and he had finally gotten
his dinner in his hands. When (Y/N) was finally in his grasp Bokuto released his hands from
her thighs and raised them up to her neck, roughly grabbing the sides of her throat with his
right hand.

"You look so pretty with my hands wrapped around your neck," Bokuto complimented, the
corners of his lips slightly turned up right. Before (Y/N) could utter a response Bokuto had
brought her lips to his, his tongue sliding in to her mouth slowly, and then all at once. Unable
to move her head she gave in to him, briefly allowing him to nip, bit, and suck on her tender
lips—an undeniable hunger behind each kiss.

The inch of space between them felt too far, (Y/N) had wrapped her arms tightly around his
neck and pulled his body closer to her, their bodies entangled on the couch as they're lips
attacked each other's. Every brush of his tongue caused her sex to ache, spreading her thighs
further apart and completely straddling his waist. The feeling of his tightening slacks against
her pussy made her wet in anticipation.

Bokuto focused on was the sound of (Y/N)'s whimpers as she began to grind against his cock,
goosebumps appearing on his skin when he could feel her warmth. His hands finally left her
neck, returning to their original spot around her waist where he began grip tightly at her
sides. The feeling of his lips pressing down across her jaw and his nails digging in to her
flesh caused her nerves to light on fire.

"You like riding me don't you?" Bokuto purred as he moved his lips from her chin down to
the crook of her neck.

(Y/N) had never experienced this level of neediness before. Both Oikawa and Suna were
incredibly quick to get things moving, even their teasing only lasted for a few moments.
However things were different with Bokuto, although he attacked her with urgency and
hunger, the progression of their activities was painfully slow. It seemed that once she was in
his grasp Bokuto could do whatever he wanted, for as long as he wanted.

"I asked you a question earlier," he says flatly through swollen lips. Bokuto, who had noticed
her becoming needier and needier, suddenly slid her off of his waist with one quick jerk and
moved her on to his thigh. Her eyes fluttered opened, brows furrowed in confusion as she
was left wondering why he had moved away.

"You like riding me don't you?"

(Y/N) tried hard to catch her breath, feeling like the oxygen had been sucked from her lungs
while she remained under his stare. "Yes."

Bokuto smiles furtively, trying to hide the excitement he felt from her brazen answer. His
hands moved slightly lower on to her hips, with fingers still buried in to her skin Bokuto
began to force her body to rock back and forth over his clothed thigh.

"Then ride me princess."

A look of bewilderment flash upon her face as she felt his hands rock her hips again, the
slightest bit of a moan escaping her lips as she felt the coarse fabric of his pants brush against
her clit.

"You can come jusr from riding my thigh, can't you?" Bokuto stated making the question feel
rhetorical as he once again rolled her hips over his thighs. His chin rubbed gently against her
collarbone, lips ghosting over the crook of her neck. "I better feel you riding me when I let
go."

Just like he insinuated, his hands detached from her waist. (Y/N) followed his orders, slowly
grinding her hips across his thigh in a fluid motion. She could hear Bokuto let out a series of
curses under his breath as he watched her cunt drag along his muscular leg. The black pants
he wore were skin tight as he bent his knee, the fabric slowly dampening the longer (Y/N)
pleased herself.

Bokuto's tongue swiped down her neck, leaving trails of his saliva over each bruise he had
previously left. (Y/N) shuttered as she felt him blow cold air over the exposed skin,
chuckling softly as he watched goosebumps erupt over her body.

"You're so sensitive..." Bokuto raised his thumb to a particularly dark bruise that he had left
moments earlier, pressing down on it hard which caused (Y/N) to grimace. "...I can't wait to
break you."

His words sent shivers down her spine, her hips dragging quicker along his thigh. Bokuto
watched her every movement, he bounced his leg up and down to match her pace. Each
tensing of his muscle caused her to grind down harder, her underwear becoming soaked
through as she finally started to work toward her climax.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Bokuto asks as he runs a thumb over her lips. (Y/N) nods her head
slightly, eyes shut closed as she continued to rock her lips back and forth. His body seems
almost tailored for her own, his thigh fit perfectly between her legs, his lips knew exactly
what spots to run over, everything matched her movements—even if he was the one telling
her what to do.

Keeping her in place over his thigh, Bokuto reached up to her dress and slid it over her head,
discarding it carelessly behind him. Massive hands attached to the cups of her bra, massaging
softly over the fabric with his strong hands. The lace felt coarse over his fingers, the sheer
fabric showed the slightest sneak peak of what laid underneath its colored cloth.
Rather than taking the time to find its clasps, or to raise it over her head, Bokuto just pulled.
With one tug the lace had ripped from the back and the bra was practically split in two.
(Y/N)'s hands flew from his slacks to her breast, eyeing the male in shock as she felt her bra
sliding down her torso.

"Did I tell you to stop?" Bokuto asks, leaning his head forward and leaving a trail of sloppy
kisses in between her cleavage. "No," (Y/N) uttered through heavy breathing, watching as his
hands raised to her nipples, thumb and forefinger applying a painful amount of pressure to
them.

(Y/N) eyes trailed down to the waist band of his slacks, her hand lifting up and palming his
dick over the cloth. Bokuto let out a sigh, hips raising at the sudden contact, however before
he started to give in to her, he pulled her hand away from his pants.

"This is the only chance you'll get tonight to move at your own pace," Bokuto placed her
hand back on to his thigh which he started to bounce up and down again. "So I'd take
advantage of it."

Following his advice she began to move quicker, hurrying toward her orgasm as his lips
connected to her breast. She could feel Bokuto smile against her skin as she dug her
fingertips in to his thigh. Series of incoherent words coming out of her mouth as she felt
Bokuto's thighs tense up under her again. "C'mon princess, tell me how good it feels?"

"Fuck," she swore when she felt his hands push her down on to his legs. "That's it, good girl,"
Bokuto cooed as he began to move to match her rhythm. Watching as she came undone
Bokuto placed his hands on the apex of her thighs and spread them as far as they could go
over his leg, smiling even wider when he heard her moan out his first name as she came.

Coming down from her high, (Y/N) was surprisingly exhausted, face burning red and back
covered in a layer of sweat. However Bokuto wasn't even close to done, nor was he interested
in allowing (Y/N) to have a moment of rest. Gently coaxing her off of his thigh Bokuto stood
up from the couch and slid off his black slacks, a noticeable wet spot on the right pant leg.
"Look how wet you are," Bokuto said in awe as he threw the pants in her direction.

"Imagine how wet that pussy will be when I cum inside of you."

Bokuto stepped over to her, lifting her from the couch and carrying her bridal style in his
arms. For a moment (Y/N) believed that maybe he was gifting them a small break, however
when she felt her body being tossed down on to his bed she quickly realized there would be
no such blessing for her.

With hands wrapped around her ankles, Bokuto tugged her closely to the edge of the bed so
that only her back was resting on his sheets. His fingers looped under her panties and quickly
pulled them off of her legs, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder.

"Bo, I'm just a little se—"

He dove his tongue in between her folds, disregarding what ever war i f she was trying to
give him. His warm saliva mixing in with her cum as he began to dip the tip of his tongue
inside of her. His scalp burned as he felt (Y/N)'s hands pull harshly at his hair, the slightest
bit of a grin appear on his lips as she pulled once more.

He could feel her practically twitching against his mouth, overly sensitive from the constant
stimulation she was receiving. However, before (Y/N) could reach a point of comfort, Bokuto
pulled his mouth away from her pussy, trails of saliva dripping from his mouth as he did so.

(Y/N) took note of how different he looked, almost vulnerable with most of his clothes off
and his spiked up hair now falling flat. "You like what you see?" He cocks his head, noticing
her stares upon his body. (Y/N) smirked, feeling a sense of confidence bud up inside of her.
"I'd like it better if you were inside of me."

Her brazen words took him by surprise, however Bokuto was glad to oblige her request.
Quickly he stood up, tugging on the waist band of his boxers to reveal his cock which was
already hard again from just her words alone. The male took a seat next to her on the edge of
the bed where he once again ordered her to "sit."

(Y/N) turned to him, lifting her leg over on to the other side of his body as she hovered above
his crotch.

"Aren't you gonna make me sit?"

The change in Bokuto's expression was horrifying, yet something about it made her want to
see it more, yearning to see just how far she could push him over the edge. "Okay princess."

His hand moved to the crook of her neck, applying pressure on to her body as he forced her
to sink down to the base of his cock. Her walls clenched around him, holding him inside of
her as she began to rock her hips in hope of dictating the rhythm which they would move at.

"No princess," Bokuto muttered through his heavy moans. "I'm in control now."

He thrusts in to her, the pure power behind his movements sends her body jerking forward,
arms quickly wrapping around his neck. Bokuto's pulls her legs around his torso, opening up
her body even more so that he could reach the deepest part of her cunt.(Y/N) buried her face
in to the crook of his neck, teeth biting over his skin when ever the tip of his dick hits against
her sweet spot.

"Fuck, that feels good," Bokuto sighs when her canines pierce his flesh, the slightest bit of
blood coming from the wound. Her warm breath fanned over his skin, her breathing uneven
from how hard he pounded in to her.

(Y/N) had lost all control of her body, rendered helpless as Bokuto took control of her. His
hands held her tightly in place as he relentlessly shoved himself in to her, hitting a place
inside of her that left her body shuttering.

"Tell me..." Bokuto swirled his head slightly so that they were pressed cheek to cheek. "...Did
they fuck you like this?"

"N-no," (Y/N) was struggling to breathe, let alone speak.

"How does it feel?" Bokuto asked, their skin hitting against each other again as he pushed her
back down to the base of his cock. "...Feeling me stuffed inside of you?"

"So good," she said, letting out a sigh as rolled her hips down on to his dick. "Really good."

While remaining inside of her Bokuto began to slowly stand up, leaving (Y/N) utterly
impressed by his strength. With minimal effort used he slid father back on to the bed and
quickly turned himself over, now towering above (Y/N). Her eyes met his, their faces now
just an inch away from each other in this new position... Just how Bokuto wanted it.

"You want to get filled up by me," Bokuto purred as he began to rock his hips again, this time
so painfully slow that (Y/N) began to miss the sting of the previous. "Tell me, do you want to
feel me cum inside of you? Your little cunt soaking up everything."

(Y/N) nodded, desperate for him to dive deeper inside of her. Bokuto leaned back, one hand
on her stomach to keep her stationary while his other hand cupped her ass tightly. His toned
abs tensed up as he sunk inside of her again, his movements becoming jerky as he neared his
climax.

"Shit," she spat as she felt him push down on her lower stomach while he bottomed out inside
of her. (Y/N)'s body shuttered, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt her orgasm approaching
quickly as he began to repeatedly slam against that same spot deep inside of her.

Bokuto's eyes narrows down on her as he heard her moans grow louder, watching in awe as
she gripped his bed sheets and raised her hips as she climaxed. Shivers sent down (Y/N)'s
spine, her body tingling as he slowly start to pull out of her.

A faint smile tugged at her lips as she stared back at him with watery eyes. "That was—"

"Fuck."

Bokuto had shut her up; The second she was led to believe he was finished, he pushed
himself back inside of her roughly. (Y/N) let out a throaty cry, her hands flying his forearms
that held her waist. Bokuto's grasp on her weakened slightly, his breathing irregular as (Y/N)
felt him pumping his hot seed inside of her.

"Fuck—Kōtarō," she muttered, the heat of her body matching the warmth she felt inside of
her.

"You like this, don't you? Your little cunt soaking up all of my cum?" Bokuto asked her,
leaving the very tip of his cock resting between her folds. A mix of their juices started to seep
out of her cunt, taking his index and middle finger, Bokuto stuck them inside of her entrance,
forcing his cum to stay inside.

"Bo," she whined as his fingers curved inside of her, no longer able to take anymore pressure
on her sensitive walls.

"What a pretty princess, your pussy taking all of my cum. Tell me do you like being filled
with my cum?"
 There was no coherent response heard, but the way she clench around his fingers was enough
of an answer. (Y/N)'s back arched as he widen his fingers inside of her, spreading his cum
inside of her.

"What a good girl".

Chapter End Notes

I have a love hate relationship with this chapter…but the next one has a teaspoon of
fluff, and then a whole lot of dirty Tsukishima…
 My Fake Boyfriend
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

When (Y/N) awoke Bokuto was a snoring mess, limbs sprawled out across the bed and sheets
clumped around his waist. The sun was making its way through the blinds, alerting her that it
was reaching midday, meaning soon one of them would have to awaken. With a sigh she
leaned over toward Bokuto, resting her hands on his bare back and slowly starting to kiss his
shoulders. The tenderness of her touch juxtaposed the events of the night before, light pecks
peppering from his right shoulder blade down to the middle of his back.

"This tickles," Bokuto sighed softly as he woke up to (Y/N) leaving light kisses in between
his shoulders blades. However when she ceased, the man quickly cocked his head and
pleaded. "Hey, keep going."

He could feel the corners of her mouth turn upright as she smiled against his skin, trailing
soft touches in between his shoulder blades. They continued waking together up in silence,
allowing the amorous actions speak for themselves.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Bokuto had finally piped up, his muscles tensing slightly as he switched
positions to face the girl. "I'm uh—Sorry about last night." Bokuto smiled sheepishly,
obviously embarrassed about his actions the night prior.

"Don't apologize—"

"—No I mean about the whole...Like should I go and buy you—"

(Y/N) laughs softly, raising her pointer finger to Bokuto's nose and pushing on it. "You'd
think I'd agree to any of this if I wasn't on...You know..."

"You can say birth control idiot." Bokuto's reaches out and grabs (Y/N)'s, holding it tightly in
his large hands. "I have two older sisters so I hear all of that period and icky sex talk...But it's
nice to hear it come out of a pretty girl instead of a blood relative."

(Y/N) scrunched up her nose, a throaty giggle escaping as she looked down at Bokuto. "Is
someone calling me pwetty?"

Bokuto rolls his eyes, taking her finger and pulling it between his teeth where he bit down on
it gently, leaving tiny red indents in her skin. "That hurts!" She chuckled, fighting back by
trying to pry open his chin, her free hand pressed up against his warm cheek. They tussled on
the bed, hitting, pushing, laughing hysterically as the sun filled up the remaining shadows of
the room. If it wasn't for the sound of a shrill ring tone, they might've stayed like that for
hours.

"Hey Yui," (Y/N) brings the cell to her ear, right hand still occupied in Bokuto's grasp.
Bokuto could hear angry muffled talking through the speaker of her phone, and with a split
second decision he had decided to become a menace once again. While (Y/N) chatted away,
Bokuto slunk his head down on to her thighs, his chin pressing down on the very top of her
sex.

'I swear to god' (Y/N) mouthed to him, telling by the glint in his amber eyes that he was
going to be up to no good.

"Wait Yui, what are you talking about dinner at Guernica?"

Suddenly (Y/N) felt Bokuto's warm tongue press down over the bed sheets, a subtle amount
of pressure applying on her pussy, but just enough to make her squirm. With one hand
holding her phone, and the other stuck in Bokuto's grasp, all she could do was try and shove
him away, but Bokuto was not some small house cat. Even as she tried to push him off he
remained stationary on her lap.

"You want to meet— Fuck."

"Fuck? What do you mean fuck?" Bokuto could hear the women on the other line ask
suspiciously, which only made him want to continue his shenanigans. Pressing harder than he
did before, Bokuto once again dragged his tongue along her covered clit, watching in delight
as she began to squirm.

"I'm gonna fucking kill—No! Yui I was just yelling at this stupid idiot outside his complex!"

His eye's squeezed in pain as he felt the heel of her foot kick him harshly in the thigh. Afraid
that her next target would be a far more sensitive part of his lower body, Bokuto began to
back off.

"I don't know. I mean I feel like it's uh...too soon to have you meet my—my boyfriend,"
(Y/N) lied, knowing that she couldn't just flat out tell her best friend that she was sleeping
with an entire crew of illegal street racers. She and Yui had an extremely open minded
friendship, however revealing something that extreme would only end up leading them down
a tricky path that (Y/N) rather not experience.

"No! We would love to!" Bokuto suddenly shouts, a looks of sheer panic taking over (Y/N)'s
face.

"Great! I'll see you at four!" With another excited squeal Yui had hung up.

"Are you kidding me?"

Bokuto was laughing hysterically, tears leaking from his eyes as he gripped the bed sheets.

"Sorry it just f-flew our of m-my mouth!" He cackled.

"Well then, I hope you're prepared to be my fake boyfriend at this dinner tonight," (Y/N) spat,
reaching over and grabbing her old dress from the pile on the floor. Bokuto slunk out of bed,
stepping toward (Y/N); He didn't mind in the slightest that he was still completely naked. "I
actually can't do that."
(Y/N) snaps her head—eyes not even traveling down to his bare waist as she faced him.
Bokuto gave the slightest bit of a disappointed frown as he witnessed (Y/N)'s scowled.
"What do you mean 'I can't do that' huh?"

"I'd love to be your pretend lover, princess...But I'm actually busy for the rest of the day,"
Bokuto shrugs as he turns his body around, revealing his naked, toned bottom as he heads to
his hamper.

(Y/N) felt a panic wash over, realizing that her big boyfriend reveal was missing one key
part: A boyfriend. Pacing back in forth in Bokuto's room she thought about every possible
way out of the dinner, or at least a way to soften the blow when she came clean to Yui.

"What about Akaakshi? Or Kuroo...Or—"

"—I think we're all out and about today," Bokuto frowns as he puts his boxers on. As another
minute passes by Bokuto suddenly steps over to (Y/N), a smirk forming over his face as he
placed his hand on her shoulder. "Actually, I do think one of us is free."

"Who?"

"Tsukishima..."

A plain black BMW; No fancy tires, extreme paint job, or tricked out engine, it came exactly
how it did in the catalog. A normal sedan that fit in perfectly with the apartment complexes
parking lot; The same parking lot they had been driving through for fifteen-minutes in search
of a parking spot. (Y/N) wasn't sure if the scowl upon his face was from her presence, or the
fact that every parking spot in the vicinity had been taken. "This is ridiculous."

"I don't get why we needed to stop at your apartment in the first place," (Y/N) muttered as
Tsukishima's fingers tapped impatiently on his steering wheel.

"I don't have to answer any of your questions." Tsukishima turned down another lane,
seething at the mouth when he spotted yet another motorcycle parked in normal spot.

"Well as your fake girlfriend I think I'm entitled to know."

Tsukishima glances down at the watch on his wrist, then taps the small radio screen of his car
to once again point out the time. With the slightest bit of a grin he looks over at (Y/N), eyes
slightly narrowed underneath his glasses. "Actually you're not my fake girlfriend until four
o'clock and it's only noon. Therefor you are actually not entitled to anything."

With her simple question being denied so hotly, (Y/N) spent the next few minutes in silence
as Tsukishima finally arrived to a parking spot; One that was all the way in the back of the
lot. Despite his harsh tongue, Tsukishima did exit the car and loop directly around to open up
the passenger seat door for (Y/N). "I'm surprised," she laughed as he extended his hand to
help her up from the seat.

"I'm an asshole, but I still believe in chivalry."

"You're also an asshole that doesn't do valet," (Y/N) snickered, pointing up ahead to three
men in suits who frantically ran around the lot. Tsukishima shrugged, pulling out his key card
for the lobby. "Why would I do valet when I can just park myself for free?"

This was the first time she had heard one of them use the term free in such a way. She had
gotten the impression that none of them even blinked twice about money, especially someone
like Tsukishima who supposedly only follow the smell of green.

"I wasn't expecting such a phrase from you," she laughs, following him in to the elevator. The
apartment building was decent, however it didn't have the glamour that Bokuto's did. When
the others described Tsukishima and his tendencies, she was expecting some ridiculous
looking high class building, with pristine white walls and spotless floors, not just another run
of the mill complex.

"Well I prefer to save my money for things I actually want rather than pointless purchases."

"Really? You strike me as the—" (Y/N)'s voice caught in her throat as Tsukishima swung
open his apartment door. It was cluttered, however in a beautiful and captivating way.
Plethoras of paint brushes, half finished sculptures, and pencil drawings were spread out on
the floor; Across the walls were various paintings form different eras; And in the corner of
the room was a monstrous bookshelf that was teeming with all types of paperbacks and hard
covers.

"Don't touch the paintings on the wall, they're probably worth more than your entire life
insurance policy."

(Y/N) was too in shock to respond to his backhanded insult, her eyes scanned the room in
awe of all his belongings. Tsukishima brushed past her, taking off his glasses and throwing
them carelessly on the desk. "Are you trying to catch flies?"

The girl quickly shut her jaw, following Tsukishima over to the desk which he was slouched
over. His long fingers flipped through folders with messy cursive written on the corners. "Are
these all drawings yours?"

He shakes his head, pulling through a few papers and sliding them in her direction.

"These are mine, but most of the others are actually copies of famous artists original
sketches," he explains.

"Although most of the ones on my wall are real," Tsukishima explains, his eyes light up
slightly as he gestures to the enormous amount of intricate art work hanging above them.
(Y/N) follows the direction of his index finger, a smile appearing on her face as she took in
the unique beauty of his studio apartment.

"Why do you have all of this?"

Tsukishima shrugs, the tan fabric of his sweatshirt scrunching up on his slimmer build.
 "I'm an art history major, so whenever there are auctions I try and buy as much original work
as I can."

The word major catches her interest, (Y/N) quickly shifts her focus back on Tsukishima, her
brows furrowed in confusion. "Major? Are you still in school?"

Tsukishima looks at her, his lips turning upright in to a smirk."You think that just because i'm
swimming in cash means that I can't do mundane things?" Tsukishima said plainly as he fixed
the slanted picture frame on his left. "I think you might have me confused with the others."

"Well you just seemed like the rich lifestyle type," (Y/N) rolls her eyes.

Although the sound of the road outside was fairly loud, (Y/N) swore she heard the blonde
laugh, even if it was just for a mere second. Tsukishima turned around and advanced toward
her, placing his hand under her chin and lifting her face to look at him. "You ought to know
more about your boyfriend, right?"

She grind, her hand wrapping around his tensed wrist. "So you're finally accepting your role
as temporary boyfriend?"

Tsukishima scoffs, pulling his hand down and returning his attention back to his possessions.
"It's no fun when you call me your temporary boy friend."

"Well, if you are gonna act like my boyfriend tonight then we should get to know each other
better...Don't you think?" (Y/N) sighs as she takes a step toward him, feeling like gravity was
pulling her to him rather than moving on her own free will.

"We can play twenty questions on the way," Tsukishima replies plainly as he grabs a painting
from his wall and places it gently inside a large black carrying case. With his free hand he
grabs (Y/N)'s shoulder and directs her toward his apartment door in a hurried manor. "Wait,
on the way to where?"

"The art museum of course."

Chapter End Notes

sorry for more of a fluffy chapter…unless everyone likes it…in that case I am not sorry.
(unfortunately I am a people pleaser)

also, there are pictures of what I imagined Tsukishima’s apartment to look like under
this chapter in wattpad if anyone cares to take a look
 Guernica’s
Chapter Summary

warnings:
•foul language•
•bondage•
•oral sex•

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

If you traveled to the center of the city and made the very first left you would reach a large
road with old looking buildings that juxtaposed the high rises around them. The Art Museum
was one of these buildings, it's old weathered down pearl colored exterior and large pillars
brought a beauty to the city that no sleek office building could.

Tsukishima walked with a purpose down the street after parking only putting about a half
hours worth of change in to the parking meter. The museum was always busy; It was a
destination for children on field trips and families who refused to spend serious money on
things like amusement park tickets. With his hand on (Y/N)'s wrist he pulled her through the
crowds and up the stairs, dragging her like a child rather than a girlfriend.

"Kei!" A mans voice shouts as they enter the building. (Y/N) could feel Tsukishima's hand
suddenly drop from her wrist and intertwine with her fingers as soon as the voice echoes. A
large pleasant smile appears randomly on his face as what seemed to be the owner of the
museum stepped near them.

"Ah, Mr. Takeda! Nice to see you," he replies kindly.

Mr. Takeda was a sweet looking middle aged man, who wore large glasses and a navy blue
sports jacket that seemed one size too large for his slightly lanky build. Behind him was an
armada of secretaries and museum staff who eyed the black case in Tsukishima's hand
anxiously.

"You really brought it all on your own," Takeda said astonishingly, gesturing for them to
follow him deeper in to the building. (Y/N)'s grip on Tsukishima's hand tightened as she
followed the men confusingly, wondering why her boyfriend was so close with a middle aged
museum owner.

"I see you've brought a friend?"

"She's my girlfriend actually," Tsukishima said so plainly that it felt completely true. The
man smiled, raising his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he directed the pair in to a well lit
alcove of the museum. "Well it's quite nice to meet you, Kei should be grateful he's able to
court such a pretty lady like yourself."

(Y/N) chuckled under her breath, the usage of words like ‘court’ made Takeda seem like
some 18th century lord. Glancing up slightly she could see Tsukishima's lips curl in to small
grin, relieved that even he found Takeda's comment to be humorous. "Thank you sir,"
Tsukishima nodded. "I agree she is quite the prize."

When they finally reached a stop, Takeda pointed up to a blank space on the back wall of the
room. Similar to Tsukishima's apartment there were various arrays of paintings on each side
of them, however these ones all looked incredibly similar: messy pastel brush strokes and
blurred subjects.

"Normally I would let one of our staff members hang it, but since you're going to be working
here soon anyways, I think you got it," the man smiled kindly and bowed his head, saying a
quick goodbye to the pair as he exited the alcove.

Without uttering a word Tsukishima unzipped a pouch on the black bag and pulled out a pair
of latex gloves. He was incredibly assiduous as he began to lift the painting from its confines,
carrying it cautiously to the blank space of the wall. "It's called 'Women in the Garden.' When
Monet painted this every art critic loathed him and his style," Tsukishima began to explain as
started to secure the canvas to the wall meticulously.

"Really?" (Y/N) asked half minded; She tried hard to focus on the painting, however her eyes
kept wandering over to Tsukishima. His large hands gently running along the side of the
canvas, finger tips grazing each corner as he carefully mounted it to the wall. Although she
had studied him briefly in the club that very first night, she had never seen him so at peace,
his body relaxed and motions fluid.

"Come take a closer look."

Her feet moved all on their own as she glided over to the painting. Tsukishima gently placed
his hand over her back, the pads of his fingers gently tapping against her skin. "If you take a
close look at the brush strokes you'll notice that they're incredibly heavy..." His voice trails
off as he leans in closer, his torso pressing against her as his fingers hovered over the paint.
"...Monet was an impressionist. Many of his paintings don't feature those precise and dainty
lines like most other famous paintings did in his time."

He examined (Y/N), watching in delight as her eyes scanned over the artwork. Tsukishima
loved art, he believed that it was one of the few things in the world that had a clear purpose
and meaning; Whether it was good or bad, art was created to capture some type of feeling or
scene, such a simple ideal that has brought forth the most meaningful creations.

"I think the hard brush strokes make it look even more impressive," (Y/N) claimed as she
lifted her hand to the women's dress in the painting. There was a pause in their conversation,
Tsukishima's hands fell lower on her waist as his body stepped even closer into here.

"Tell me," he whispered, his chin resting down on her shoulder. "Do you like things hard?"
Shivers ran down her spine as he spoke, the feeling of his hands tightening around her waist
caused the skin on her body to cover in goosebumps. (Y/N) felt incredibly small within his
grasp, his entire body looming over her in a amorous way. "What if I do?" (Y/N) replied,
feeling her voice tremble slightly.

"I've collected pieces by the most famous artists. Works that even collectors in old age can't
seem to get," Tsukishima explains, (Y/N) can hear him reaching down to his pants as he
speaks. "Now I have my sights on you, and I've never once lost a work of art."

The smooth material of his belt wraps around her wrists. (Y/N) freezes up as she feels him
pull the belt tightly and loop it around a few times so that her hands were bound behind her
back. Tsukishima backs away once she's tied, his eyes glancing down her body as he walks
toward the sleek viewing bench in the middle of the exhibit.

"Looks like I've got you now," he purrs as she turns to face him, her range of movement
limited with her hands tied.

"And what is it that you plan to do with me inside this very public museum?" (Y/N) replies,
taking cautious steps over to the middle of the room where he was sitting. Tsukishima
slouched forward, placing his elbows on his knees as he peeled off his gloves and shoved
them in his pocket. Next he discarded his glasses, revealing the entirety of his eyes, golden
iris's glaring up at her with such intensity that (Y/N) felt her heart leap in her chest.

"Why don't you come and find out?"

Tsukishima was a magnet, and she was nothing but a flimsy piece of metal. Moving without
even feeling her legs, (Y/N) walked to where he sat, her knees pressing against his legs as she
reached the bench. "Turn," was all Tsukishima uttered when she reached him.

At first (Y/N) thought of ignoring his request, however the look in his eyes made her feel
obligated to follow his orders. Slowly she turned, revealing her backside and bound hands to
him.

Tsukishima stood up abruptly and roughly grabbed her wrists, (Y/N) winced slightly as she
felt the fabric of his belt dig in to her flesh. With his hands holding her tied ones he guided
her back over to the painting, shoving her against the wall so that her cheek was forced to
smush against the painting.

"I almost forgot to tell you that most of these paintings are practically priceless, which should
answer your question about why I'm such a stingy little prick," his voice suddenly becomes
more of a growl as he talks against her ear. "That is what you've been wanting to call me?"

"N-No," (Y/N) struggled to lift her mouth off from the art but Tsukishima still forced her
down on top of it. "Good to hear," he replied a bit more flatly now. (Y/N) felt him start to tug
her down, forcing her to her knees on the floor.

"Those racing idiots would say I'm a bit hard to swallow..." His large hand cups around her
face, thumb running over her parted lips. "...You want to find out?"
(Y/N) felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, all she could managed to do was nod
her head, watching closely as Tsukishima's hands rose to his pants and slid them down
slightly. (Y/N) shuffled forward, finding it incredibly difficult to do anything with her
hands behind her back.

"You should start thinking of a word to call out when you need me to stop," he cooed as he
leaned over her, pumping his cock in his hands a few times before he began to run the tip
over her lips. "Spit," Tsukishima instructed her, pressing himself harder against her mouth.

With her eyes looking up at his, (Y/N) gathered up the saliva in her mouth and spit on the
head of his dick, feeling a bit of pride as she watched his lips purse slightly. Slowly, he began
to move himself in through her lips, watching as her mouth opened wider and wider to
accommodate his size. Tsukishima waited until she became comfortable before suddenly
thrusting down her throat, watching in delight as she gagged on his length.

(Y/N) squeezed her eyes shut, trying hard to control her breathing as Tsukishima rolled his
hips, the tip of his cock brushing against the back of her throat. Without even the slightest bit
of warning he continued to rapidly move in and out of her mouth, rendering (Y/N) to the
small spot on the floor in front of the 'Women in the Garden.'

"I bet in all of this women's years she's never once seen this," (Y/N) thought to herself a she
felt Tsukishima rock his hips forward again.

The harsh rhythm and power behind his movements caused tears to slowly drop from (Y/N)'s
as eyes, her lips coated in pre-cum and saliva. Noticing the state she was in, Tsukishima
dropped his hand to her cheek, gently wiping away her tears and then placing his hand in her
hair. "I wish someone would turn this in to a painting," Tsukishima smiled, pulling hard at the
roots of her hair as he shoved face down on to his dick, a series of muffled moans escaping
her lips. "Would you like that?"

The question was rhetorical of course, however he enjoyed watching her struggle to answer,
incoherent whimpers coming from her lips as her tongue swiped over his length. "You would
like that wouldn't you?" Tsukishima began to laugh, although (Y/N) could tell by how rapidly
he was breathing that he was getting close. "A painting of you on your knees, your pretty
mouth stuff with my co—"

"Kei! How's it going?"

The voice was luckily coming from at least a few feet away, however it was far too close for
comfort. Quickly he pulled out from her mouth, allowing (Y/N) to breathe her first real
breath in five minutes. With one hand zipping up his pants, Tsukishima reached down with
the other and pulled (Y/N) up from the ground. Before he was able to untie her hands the foot
steps had reached the opening to the exhibit, Takeda popping his head in to the alcove with a
grin.

"Hey Takeda! What do you think?" Tsukishima asked plainly as if he had been focusing on
the painting this entire time. Takeda smiled brightly, rushing over to view the art with wide
eyes. Tsukishima tugged on (Y/N)'s wrist, making sure that the girls backside wasn't visible.
"Wow! It looks amazing Tsuki!"

His face turns a bright shade of red, (Y/N) looked up at him mischievously at the mentioning
of his nickname. "Thank you sir, I'm glad it is up to your standards," Tsukishima replied
politely, despite the embarrassment he suddenly felt. Takeda spun around to face him, his lips
still turned upright as he began to speak.

"That's your eighth painting donated Tsuki. I wish we could sit and chat about the next, but I
can tell your girlfriend is ready to go," Takeda chuckled, pointing to (Y/N) who still had tears
in her eyes as she looked up at Tsukishima impatiently.

"Oh, yes we have early dinner plans actually," Tsuki replied with a laugh, although his heart
was beating rapidly as Takeda began to walk out of the room; If he had turned his head he
would've seen (Y/N)'s tied hands for sure.

"Well have a great night!"

"You too!" The pair replied cheerfully, however, the moment he became out of earshot (Y/N)
turned to Tsukishima with a sheepish grin. "Oh Tsuki, can you please untie me now?"

Tsukishima placed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and turned to (Y/N), a look
somewhere between a scowl and a smirk upon his face. "Maybe later," he smiled, and lifted
his case from the floor.

"If we don't hurry we'll be late to dinner."

"Guernica's?" Tsukishima chuckled as he got in to his car. (Y/N) nodded, repeatedly rolling
her wrists as she got used to the feeling of freedom once more. Being in Tsukishima's
company was slowly getting more comfortable, this time when she sat in the car he had
turned on music, gently humming along to the song that played.

"Do you know what Guernica is?"

(Y/N) tilted her head, looking up to him as he drove. "Uh, a restaurant?"

Her response provoked a laugh out of him, for someone who was always scowling
Tsukishima had one of the prettiest smiles she had ever seen. "Well I suppose, but Guernica is
actually a famous painting by Pablo Picasso," he explained to her, shifting his gaze to meet
her eyes briefly as they turned down the corner. (Y/N) found his immense knowledge on art
to be quite fascinating, she couldn't stand to watch the history channel for more than fifteen
minutes, but she could listened to Tsukishima talk about art for days.

"Can you explain to me why you've donated all that art to the museum?" (Y/N) questioned as
they reached another red light. Tsukishima shrugged, placing his elbow on the center console
as he turned to look at her. "It's sort of an arrangement, I suppose anyone can be bought for
the right price."

(Y/N) arched her brow, waiting for him to further explain. "Whatever Takeda wants, one of
the idiots usually has. Whether it's a free oil change or a kilo of dope," Tsukishima smiled.
"In return I get first picks at auctions and no one is allowed to ask any questions."

(Y/N) smirked, scanning Tsukishima's face a few times. "So your the shadow king huh?"

"Shadow king?" He repeats with a 'hm' in his voice

"As in the guy whose controlling everything in the background," she chuckled lightly.
Tsukishima mulls over her words, his long fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel.

"I want to take all the credit for the gangs success, but we have a few other smart guys," he
grins, pressing down on the gas as they go through another yellow light.(Y/N) thought about
what he said, reflecting on each of the men she had the 'pleasure' of interacting with, and of
course those who she still hadn't been with.

"This is it right?" He asked her, as he parked in front of a fancy looking restaurant. (Y/N)
nodded, handing him her phone which had told them that they had arrived at their
destination.

"Oh, and there they are," (Y/N) said nervously, pointing to Yui and her date. Tsukishima
turned off the car, and when he noticed the pair on the corner trying look through his tinted
windows he leaned over to (Y/N). "What are you—"

His lips gently pressed against hers, no sheer force or intensity, just a soft kiss that left her
melting in to his touch. It was the kind of kiss that you'd see at the end of a romance movie,
where the couple was already middle aged and standing in front of their shared home,
Tsukishima kissed her with that kind of unrequited love.

"Why did you do that?" (Y/N) asked shockingly when he pulled away and opened his door.
Tsukishima rolled his eyes for what could've been the hundredth time today. "You're my
girlfriend aren’t you? It’s only right that I kiss you once in awhile?"

Yui had sent (Y/N) at least a million different glances, each other then meaning something
like 'he's so tall' or 'Is he really that rich?''. Much to (Y/N)'s surprise the entire date had gone
surprisingly well, even Daichi, who was Yui's long term boyfriend had taken a liking to
Tsukishima. He acted polite, quick witted, and never let his stories ramble on like most
people did.

"So how did you two meet?"

Tsukishima's face turned slightly red, although his glass frames blocked out of most of his
cheeks. (Y/N) leaned over to him, wrapping her arm around his bicep and smiling.

"Tsuki and I met on my birthday actually!"

She knew that bringing up the subject would silence Yui from asking any other questions; Yui
still hadn't let Daichi in on her excursion to the strip club. "Well that's really nice," they said
in response, Yui forcing a smile upon her face.

(Y/N) elbowed Tsukishima lightly in the side, signaling him to say something as well.
Clearing his throat he threw his arm around (Y/N) and pulled her in to his chest. "Yep, the
second I saw her I thought 'wow blue is really her color'!"

If they weren't seated at such a fine establishment (Y/N) would've done far worse than an
elbow in the side. Tsukishima looked down at her lovingly, ignoring the glare which she sent
his way.

A quarter of the way through dinner (Y/N) felt her phone buzz in her pocket, in an attempt to
be nonchalant she slowly slid the device from her pocket and lowered the brightness. In bold
letters was a message from Yui which read:

IS IT BIG?

- Yui (sent 5:22pm)

(Y/N) quickly shielded her phone from any ones line of sight, typing incredibly quickly to try
to avoid anyone asking who she was taking to.

huge.

-(Y/N) (sent 5:23pm)

Across the table Yui broke out laughing, leaving Daichi awkwardly chuckling beside her.
While they were distracted Tsuki leaned down slightly, placing his lips barely an inch away
from her ear. "Thanks," he said cockily, watching as (Y/N)'s face turned a bright shade of
pink.

"So! Tsukishima! (Y/N) mentioned that you're going to be attending grad school soon?"
Daichi asked from across the table.

"I'm not entirely sure, I already have a fairly steady job and it might be too much to handle
going back and forth," Tsukishima replied, causing (Y/N) to frown slightly, she imagined just
how stressful it could be to live a double life.

"I get it, I'm a police officer and when I got done with training I couldn't even think about
going back to college," Daichi added cheerfully.

Tsukishima's body had suddenly grown stiff as Daichi uttered the word 'Police Officer.' (Y/N)
felt as his hand squeezed hers tightly under the table; A warning sign.
"Oh really? You're a police officer?" Tsuki questioned calmly, as he placed his head on top of
his left fist. (Y/N) looked back and forth between Daichi and Tsuki, trying hard to hide her
worrisome expression. "Yeah, I only stay in Sendai though, I leave all the hard work to my
colleagues!" He laughed, Yui grinning brightly by his side.

"He's being humble! Sawamura, tell them what you've been working on recently!" Yui butted
in excitedly, taking it in to her own hands to brag about her boyfriend. (Y/N)'s hand held on
tighter to Tsukishima's, although Daichi hadn't said a word she prayed that her hunch was
incorrect.

"I've been trying to bust this illegal street racing gang."

Her hand went limp, however Tsukishima squeezed hers even tighter, his gesture out of pure
anger rather worrisome affection. On the exterior he seemed calm and somewhat interested,
however he was seething on the inside. "Really? What's that like?" Tsuki replied, perfectly
playing the role of the poor, innocent, ramen eating college student.

"It's rough, whenever we get a lead some one always end up covering the tracks," Daichi
sighed as he took another bite of his meal. (Y/N) scanned Tsukishima's face, knowing full
well and good that he was certainly one of the members who was clearing their tracks.
"That's certainly a pain, maybe you should search some nearby business's for witnesses of the
races?"

(Y/N) was taken back by his bold response, it seemed like he was just giving away advice on
how to stop their endeavors. Suna, Kuroo, Tsukishima, each of them were knee deep in
illegal activities and (Y/N) couldn't even imagine what the others did in their spare time.
However when Daichi responded she finally caught on to what Tsukishima was attempting to
do; Test the waters for sharks, or in this case, young do-good cops.

"That would be smart, but unfortunately we can't find these guys hide out."

Tsukishima frowned, it was a look of wickedness that only (Y/N) could comprehend. With a
voice low and smooth he looked at Daichi with a sorry expression.

"What a shame."

Yui looked up at Daichi and Tsukishima apprehensively, unsure of what to say to continue the
conversation. The mood of the table had shifted ever so slightly, although no one could quite
figure why, or how to change it.

"Kei!" (Y/N) suddenly exclaimed with a phony shocked expression. Tsuki turned down to
look at her, her face reflecting in the middle of his lenses.

"Yes darling?"

"I just realized I left my wallet down at the museum," she said frantically, although she knew
that her wallet was actually safe and sound inside the glove box of his car. Quickly Tsuki
stood up from the table, extending his hand to (Y/N) who swiftly took ahold of it.
 "Will you guys be here in about fifteen minutes?" Tsuki asked as he pulled out his keys, even
though he already knew what the answer would be.

"Actually I don't think so," Yui frowned and then gesture to Daichi. "He has to clock in at six
thirty tonight."

Pulling out a crisp one hundred dollar bill from his wallet Tsukishima gave them both a kind
smile, laying the bill on the table before making his way to the exit. "I hope that covers
dinner tonight, it was great meeting you!"

(Y/N) knelt down and gave the couple a hug, hoping that they couldn't hear or feel her heart
beating out of her chest. Yui looked up and winked at her friend, thinking that she somehow
knew what their intentions were by leaving; However her hunch was far from reality.

"I hope to see you again," Daichi smirked as he waved to Tsuki, (Y/N) holding tightly on to
his side.

"Same here. I hope to see 'ya around."

Chapter End Notes

there’s now a playlist on spotify called “tsukishima’s driving playlist” filled with songs I
think he’d listen to the in car.

hope u guys r liking the story so far, but i’ve got to warn you, shits gonna start going
down.
 Bloody Secret Agent
Chapter Summary

warnings:
•foul language•
•violence•
•blood play•
•mild bdsm•
•degradation•
•sadism•

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

The car ride had been utterly silent. Tsukishima's foot never once hit the breaks as they drove
down the highway, overhead street lights were nothing but blurs through the car window as
he sped along. (Y/N) never understood how someone as serious as Tsukishima could ever be
a racer, but as she watched him weave through traffic with ease, the idea didn't seem so far
fetched.

The girl hadn't bothered to ask where he was taking her, it felt illegal to breathe, so much as
talk at the moment, the atmosphere in the car was thick and filled with tension. It wasn't until
Tsukishima exited off the highway and began to drive down a neon lit road that (Y/N) finally
knew where they were heading.

She had walked down this street once before, but that felt like forever ago. The strip club up
ahead no longer held the same excitement as it did on her birthday, only an overwhelming
sense of dread.

"Get out," Tsukishima mumbled as they pulled in front of the strip club, the car jerking
forward as he carelessly pulled in to some random spot in the back of the lot. She was taken
back by his bold request, even when he was in a sour mood, Tsukishima had always been a
gentlemen.

(Y/N) glanced up at him, hoping his hardened disposition would crumble when he saw her
eyes, but much to her disappointment, the girl was only met with the side of his face, jaw
clenched and glasses falling down the bridge of his nose.

Without another word (Y/N) swung open the passenger seat door and planted her feet down
on the concrete of the parking lot. "Why are we here?" She asked, her voice quiet yet filled
with frustrations.
Tsukishima slams the car door shut with such force that (Y/N) could have sworn he broke the
hinges on the door. "You aren't allowed to ask anymore questions."

(Y/N) didn't take his response well, her eyes fixated on his face as she propped her hand
against the side of the car, making it clear she wasn't moving another step. "I can stay here all
night," she chimed, drumming the tips of her fingers along the cars black exterior.
Tsukishima glared in the girls direction, the blondes body looming tall above his car. "It's
getting cold, we need to go inside."

She could tell by the way he spoke that he was becoming agitated, however with the way he
was giving her orders the last thing (Y/N) cared about was his feelings. Tapping her fingers a
bit harder along the car, she shrugged her shoulders and stared down at the floor.

"For someone who wants me to listen to them you're not being very kind," (Y/N) sighed,
knowing full well and good that she was only striking a match, preparing to light the forest
fire that was Kei Tsukishima.

Taking in another deep breath she returned her gaze to his, when their eyes met (Y/N) noticed
something different, almost daunting about how was looking back at her. However, she was
already too far in to her antics to suddenly give up, after all she was only trying to give him a
hard time, it was all just harmless fun.

"I mean you're my 'boyfriend' and I don't think it's right that you're being so rude over
something I can't change. I mean what kind of boy—"

Tsukishima lurched forward, his right hand slammed against the car door, striking the surface
so hard that window on the drivers side shattered. (Y/N) watched as his eyes glasses fell to
the floor from the sudden jerk of his body, his amber eyes looking up and piercing her own,
not even a bloody hand could deter his gaze.

"Is this some kind of fucking joke to you?"

The smile on (Y/N)'s face was now gone, a look of horror seeped in, leaving her mouth
opened slightly in shock. Tsukishima was seething, looking at her with such anger that she
couldn't even stand to keep the eye contact. It wasn't until that very moment that (Y/N)
understood the gravity of the situation. And unfortunately for her, as well as the others, this
wasn't going to fizzle out anytime soon.

"Woah-woah. Let's take this inside before it gets ugly," Kuroo's voice rang merrily in the
background. (Y/N) had never been so happy to be interrupted before in her entire life,
glancing at Kuroo with a desperate look as she choked back tears. After being yelled at so
harshly by someone whom she tried so hard to please, (Y/N) felt her calm facade start to
crack.

The ravenette wrapped his arm around her shoulder and signaled for Tsukishima to follow
them inside the club. (Y/N) didn't notice it at first, but the longer his palm lingered on her
back the more time she had to realize that Kuroo was trembling. Whether it was from pure
rage, or fear, she hadn't the slightest clue, but nonetheless his body was shaking like a leaf.
"I'd feel guilty about your injuries, but since you've managed to make a girl cry, I'll consider
it all to be Karma's work," Kuroo muttered as they entered the club, the interior of the
building loosing it's magic when it isn't filled with drunken fools and illuminated by LED
lights.

Sitting at the bar was Kenma, his face buried in his phone as he typed relentlessly on to the
digital key board.

"Kenma! Can you run to the back and find something for Kei's hand," the man paused and
took a seat at the corner of the bar. "I don't want to get any blood on my floors."

If (Y/N) didn't know better, she would have believed he was as calm as ever, a blank yet
pleasant looking expression upon his face. Yet the way his leg bobbed up and down, and he
constant fiddling with his shirt only showed how anxious he was feeling on the inside.

"What is it Tsuki," Kuroo spoke after a few minutes of painful silence. The blonde rolled his
eyes, holding his fist in a bundle of his shirt fabric, the blood seeping through and dotting the
cotton with specks of red.

"Your little prize over here is best friends with one of the cops investigating our group," he
spat, the vein in his neck popping out as he spoke. (Y/N) felt her stomach churn as she
watched Kuroo mull over his friends words, his dark eyes stuck staring down at a random
spot on the floor. After a few seconds he looks to (Y/N) and tilts his head slightly. "Be honest
with me. You aren't affiliated with any type of police or investigation department, right?"

His faith in her was shocking, it was as if Kuroo knew that the girl in front of him wouldn’t
ever lie to him. (Y/N) shook her head, swallowing the lump in her throat so that she could
speak. "I'm not, I swear. My friend Yui is dating a cop," (Y/N) feels her voice catch in her
throat as she notices Kuroo's face change. "But I know Daichi! He trusts the people I hang
out with are good people so I doubt he—"

"—Are you feeding in to this bullshit Tetsuro?" Tsukishima cuts her off, his shirt now
soaking with more blood. (Y/N) meets the blondes eyes which now resemble that of a
cornered animal, amber iris's tinted with desperation, confusion, and panic. Kuroo placed his
hand on (Y/N)'s thigh, the contact of his calloused palm on her skin was almost soothing,
however she still couldn't hide the look of discontent on her face.

"It's not her fault Kei," Kuroo states, giving the girl a slight nod. "I'm sure I can have Mattsun
get one of his druggie underlings to take the fall if something goes wrong."

If (Y/N) had lit Tsukishima's fuse, Kuroo had just thrown a tank of propane on to the fire.
Tsukishima freed his hand from his makeshift wrap—Kenma and the bandages were still no
where to be found—And approached Kuroo, wrapping his hand around the mans collar. The
blonde stood only an inch away from him, his grip around Kuroo's neck tightening. (Y/N) felt
frozen in her seat, feeling that her budding in would only make things worse.

"Do you hear yourself?"

"Let go of my collar Kei," Kuroo said plainly, still sitting calmly on the bar stool. Tsukishima
tugged on the mans neck, his eyes shifting from those of prey, to eyes of the predator. "You
didn't answer my question fuck-face. Are you comprehending what you're saying right now?"

With one swift movement Kuroo removed Tsukishima's hands from his neck and stood from
his seat. (Y/N) felt incredibly tiny as she watched the two men, who were both towering over
six feet, glare at each other furiously. "It's not this girls fault that there are cops after us! That
happens when you do illegal shit!" Kuroo yells, the vibrato of his voice caused goosebumps
to run down (Y/N)'s back.

Everything about being with these guys had been exciting: Fancy boats, sex, expensive
clothes, late nights at the track. But as she watched the two males argue before her, (Y/N)
realized that her little excursions were part of a bigger, more dangerous, picture that she had
somehow been sketched in to.

"Scaring girls isn't something we do, so don't lecture me when you're the one whose lost it."

Tsukishima took a half step away from Kuroo, offering the man no quick response. Just as
Kuroo went to sit back down, feeling a bit elated with the silence of his friend, Tsukishima
reached out, sending his already broken fist flying through the air and landing it directly
against Kuroo's cheek. (Y/N) quickly backed away, fingernails digging in to her palms as she
watched Tsukishima take another step toward Kuroo.

"You've got it fucking backwards you cuck. This whole racing group has always been is
about two things!" He yelled, now towering above the hunched over man. "Cars and cash!"

"I'm aware of that," Kuroo spat back, straightening his posture, the right side of his face now
smeared with Tsukishima's blood as well as the droplets that were now coming from his nose.

"No, I don't think you are! Cocaine smuggling, deals with the Yakuza, scamming innocent
people, those are not reasons why we started racing!" He replied, (Y/N) noticing the hurt in
the blondes voice. "This has reached a whole new level of stupidity and if you can't see that
then I guess—"

"—Then what? You'll stop helping me and go join one of the other groups?" Kuroo cut him
off, speaking with such certainity that (Y/N) could tell this wasn't the first time that they had
this argument.

Tsukishima's face fell stiff, his golden eyes staring at Kuroo's deep brown ones. With just one
look it was clear that he was serious about leaving this time.

"Wait," (Y/N) chimed in, the few stray tears had left shining wet spots upon her cheeks. The
two men turned in her direction, hiding the guilt they felt for fighting so viciously in front of
her.

"What if I get Daichi off your backs? He's always asking me to intern at the station, I could
—"

"—Be our secret agent," Kuroo finished her sentence, the corners of his mouth twitching.
"That's not a terrible idea," Kenma's voice called out, his figure wandering out from the
hallway nonchalantly. "I got the bandages by the way."

(Y/N) shuffled her feet, feeling a sense of fear wash over her as she realized what she had just
offered to do. "(Y/N) you said that you're close with this guy, right?" Kenma asked, taking a
seat at the bar and opening his phone once again. The girl nodded, standing stationary across
from the three men. "Well, that actually might be our best bet."

Kuroo, whose cheek was now slightly swollen, leaned over Kenma's shoulder and eyed the
screen which he typed rapidly away on. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he watched Kenma
pull up another file.

"That's him? Geez I'd be pissed if a guy who looked like that busted us," Kuroo grinned as
Kenma pulled up more files from the Police Academy.

"Tsuki, does this plan work for you?" The dark haired man asks as he notices his friend
slowly wandering toward the exit, hoping to leave undetected.

"It seems like a logical plan," he replied flatly.

"However, I'm still not staying."

Kuroo's face dropped, quickly he crossed the room and stood in front of his friend, coaxing
him back inside. "What the hell do you mean? You've been working with Kenma and I for
two years! You can't just leave—"

"—Watch me," Tsukishima said as he closed the door, his silhouette growing further away as
he traveled down the parking lot. (Y/N) wanted to chase after him, or at least call out and tell
him to come back inside, but she knew that her pleas would go unanswered.

His mind was made up, and so was hers.

"I'll make sure he comes back," the girl announces as she glanced up to Kuroo. "Once I get
the cops off your backs everything will go back to how it was."

Kuroo shook his head, eyes shifting to meet her determined ones. "That's too much responsi
—"

"—I promise."

—
"I'll drive you home," Kuroo said kindly as they watched Kenma pull out of the parking lot
and down the road, his brights flashing to signal them farewell. (Y/N) glanced up at him,
realizing this was the first time they had been alone since the since her birthday. She
remembered that it was in fact Kuroo who brought her in to this mess in the first place,
although she may have been the reason why it all turned in to such a mess.

"No thanks," (Y/N) sighed, turning around and opening up the door to the club, sliding back
inside the building. Kuroo followed her, a dumfounded expression upon his bruised face,
eyes following her figure as she walked toward the stage.

"I was standing here. You and the other idiots were watching me like it was the first time
you've ever seen a woman," she laughed, leaning against the raised stage with a look of
nostalgia as she recalled her birthday night.

Suddenly the normal over head lights shut off, and with the sound of a switch flicking, the
LED lights had returned and illuminated the stage where she stood. Kuroo stood on the other
end of the building, his figure barely visible in the sudden darkness of the room, but (Y/N)
could make out the slightest bit of a smile upon his face.

Her heart was trembling in her chest, but she knew that the panic she felt was only a sheer
fraction of what Kuroo must be going through—And for someone reason that comforted her,
almost gave her a new sense of confidence. If everything was going to turn to shit anyways,
the least she could do was have fun while she still could.

"You can back out."

Their eyes meet, Kuroo now sitting at the bar, the same exact spot from that first night,
except now there something more raw, more vulnerable about him now. (Y/N) lifted herself
slightly and took a seat on the edge of the stage, legs dangling off the side.

"If I told you I didn't want to. Would that make me a bad person?"

The man smiles, the whites of his teeth glistening under the neon lights. The uncertainty, the
rush of danger and fear coursing through her veins, these were feelings that (Y/N) now
craved.

"I don't think you're a bad person," he replies, arms spreading out over the bar top behind
him. "When I first started racing I felt the same way you do know. You're craving excitement,
you feel like your entire life up until this moment was nothing but bland."

Kuroo watched as the girl suddenly stands, hips swaying back and forth as she stepped
toward the pole. His heart fluttered, feeling his blood pressure rise as her body slunk against
the metal, the black dress she wore clinging to her waist as she moved.

"I believe we have a raincheck. Isn't that right Tetsuro?" She calls out, gesturing for him to
come near the stage, a certain neediness in her voice that was making him go feral.

Like a dog to a bone, Kuroo followed her, his feet crossing the room until he was standing at
the edge of the stage.
"If you do this, I won't let you back out."

(Y/N) froze, hand still wrapped around the pole as she glanced down at his solemn face. He
was serious, face free of any anger or joy, just brown eyes and pale pink lips.(Y/N) took note
of the tightness of his jeans as he stared up at her, a certain longing in his voice as he spoke
again.

"But if you do this, I promise that I'll protect you," Kuroo adds, his hand reaching in to his
pocket and pulling out his wallet, thick with hundred dollar bills.

"Nothing will happen to you."

(Y/N) had made up her mind the very second she saw him from across the room on her
birthday, this decision had already been made for her whether she wanted to believe it or not.
With a shaky hand she slid the straps off of her dress, revealing her bare breasts and tight
panties. Kuroo's jaw clenched, his body tensing as he watched her slowly get down on her
knees, and then on to her bottom, legs spread slightly so that he could see the indent of her
inner thighs.

"I've already made my decision," she replies. Then, as if she already knew it was going to
drive him absolutely insane, she tapped the empty space in between her legs and smiled.

"Come take your frustrations out on me."

There was no need to talk anymore, not a word needed to be said as Kuroo hoisted his body
up on to the stage and crawled to her. Letting his face rest just an inch or so away from her
sex, (Y/N) cupped his cheek, disregarding the blood that was now seeping on to her hand.

Kuroo grinned, reaching up and grabbing her palm, forcing her hand to glide against his
wound. With his long fingers intertwining with her own, Kuroo raised his hand up to her
mouth, prying her lips apart. "Suck them," he ordered, although there was a gentleness in his
tone that left her utterly defenseless.

Opening her lips, she allowed him to place her own fingers in her mouth, the coppery taste
gliding over her tongue as the blood mixed with her saliva. Kuroo watched in awe, taking
note of the hollowing of her cheeks as she sucked on her fingers.

He pulled her closer to him, jerking her body forward so that she now was sitting near his lap.
Pulling her fingers out of her mouth, Kuroo attached his lips to her, tongue filling up the
space of her mouth as he too began tasting the metal like flavor of blood.

With sloppy movements Kuroo began to undress himself, keeping his lips on her skin,
covering her neck in bite marks and leaving a trail of red tinted saliva on to her body. (Y/N)
could tell by the way he touched her that this was something he had been waiting for, each
kiss or graze of finger tips had a deeper meaning.

Kuroo's breath hitched, stomach tensing as her hand palmed his clothed erection. With brute
force he shoved her away from him, her back slamming down on to the stage with a thud as
he pinned her waist to the ground.
 His fingers looped around her panties, tugging them off and throwing them down the stage.
"No need for you to do that. I'll be taking care of you tonight," Kuroo says under his breath,
his fingers prying her thighs opened. "I've been waiting for this."

A low noise, almost a rumble in the back of his throat, escaped as Kuroo's tongue licked a
straight line up her sex. (Y/N)'s back arched, her face scrunching up in pleasure as she felt
the tip of his tongue flick over her clit. "Sit still," he spat, returning his mouth back to her
pussy, eating her as if she was truthfully a meal. (Y/N)'s hands flew to his hair, however
Kuroo stopped as soon as the contact of her fingers and his scalp was made.

"Am I gonna have to tie you up?" Kuroo mutters, pulling his head away from her sex, a
mixture of blood, saliva, and her own juices dripping from his mouth.

(Y/N) knew the response should be 'no,' but she was dying to find out what made him tick,
even if it meant her own demise. Smirking up at him, (Y/N) propped herself up on her left
elbow, allowing her right hand to reach up to his defined V-line, finger tips drumming along
Kuroo's bare flesh. "I do have a hard time keeping my hands to myself."

She could feel Kuroo holding his breath as her hand traveled down from his waist to the base
of his cock, pumping it in her hands a few times—Fingers still covered with blood. "Is that
so?" The dark haired man arched his brow, trying his hardest to remain composed as she
slowly moved her hand up to the tip of his dick.

"I think you should tie me up, just in case," (Y/N) looked up at him, pouting her lips slightly
as she ran her thumb over his tip, smiling as she felt his pre-cum wetting the pad of her
finger.

Kuroo reached down, grabbing her wrist and pulling her off of his length, afraid that if she
continued he'd cum within seconds. With a tight grip on her flesh he pulled back both of her
arms, wrapping them around the pole in the middle of the stage.

Leaving her on the pole the man began shuffling through his discarded clothes, pulling out
his leather belt with an erotic smile. He began to wrap the belt tightly around her wrists
without any contrition for the pain he was causing her, after a few moments her wrists were
secured together and (Y/N) was absolutely stuck.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look good in leather?" Kuroo purred, gripping her thighs
and spreading them apart. (Y/N) felt exposed, incredibly vulnerable as she laid there tied and
with her legs wide open, but somehow she knew that she still had the upper hand.

"No? Has anyone ever told you that your cock is smaller than Bo's?" (Y/N) arched her brow,
her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she anxiously awaited his response. Much to her
surprise Kuroo didn't loose his cool, in fact he smiled, seeming perfectly fine with the
comparison.

"That's too bad," the man shrugs, his hand wrapping around his dick, moving his palm up and
down the shaft as he slowly moved closer in between her thighs.

"I guess that means that this won't hurt you at all."
Before (Y/N) could come up with another adroit come back, Kuroo slammed his hips
forward, bottoming out in her cunt with such force that tears started to form in her eyes. His
cock curved inside of her, the tip pushing against a spot within her that made her see stars as
well as sent a stinging pain throughout her abdomen.

"What was that?" Kuroo pulled out, placed his hand on her neck, and then dove right back in,
receiving a gurgling noise from her throat as his grip tightened on her trachea. "Sorry I
couldn't understand?"

His thumb applied pressure underneath her jaw, rubbing circles in her skin as he rolled his
hips forward again. Kuroo moved in a feverish speed, his cock stretching out her walls only
to leave her empty again. (Y/N) was completely absent minded, her body being dragged back
and forth from the ferocity of his movements.

"Fuck," she moaned as his hands released from her throat and traveled down to her waist,
lifting her body up slightly so that her legs rested atop his thighs. Every time he went in
deeper, her hands tugged at the restraints, wishing that she could tangle her fingers in his dark
hair.

His tongue dragged in circles around her nipples, leaving them wet and exposed to the
coolness from the air conditioner above them. The ravenette retraced his earlier steps, teeth
biting and grazing over each bruise he had left earlier, making sure to bite down hard enough
to break the skin. Her body sat in sweat, saliva, and was decorated with droplets of his blood
that dripped from his wounded face.

(Y/N) wasn't sure whether to focus on the stinging pain, or how good it felt whenever he
throbbed inside of her. Everything was on overload, her body shivering yet on fire from the
friction of the floor and their skin, wrists slowly gaining bruises from how hard she tugged at
the restraints, it seemed that despite her best efforts Kuroo was the one who had the upper
hand.

"You're so tight," he muttered under his breath, a set of incoherent whimpers escaping (Y/N)'s
mouth as he thrusted in to her once again. Kuroo enjoyed seeing her in such dismay, her neck
and collar bones covered in bruises and painted with red, legs spread open for him and only
for him, and the best part was: They were on stage.

(Y/N)'s eyes shot open as she felt Kuroo start to change positions, steadily holding her lower
back as he lifted her up and then steadied her against the cool metal pool. Her legs wrapped
around his waist instinctively, searching for the deep contact which they had moments ago.
Kuroo obliged her neediness, guiding her back down on to the base of his cock, once again
greeted by a symphony of moans and cries.

"You like this don't you?" Kuroo growled, feeling his climax approaching. "To be fucked on
this stage, feeling so dirty?"

(Y/N)'s teeth were digging in to her bottom lip as she rolled her hips forward, her walls
clenching around his dick. "So what if I do?" She said breathlessly, cheeks turning bright red
from his brazen statements. Kuroo's finger nails dug in to her skin, his chin resting in the
crook of her neck as he continued to pound in to her sensitive pussy.
 "I'm gonna fuck you in front of everyone," he stated, the tone of his voice made it feel far less
like a pipe dream and more like a serious goal. "I want everyone in the audience to watch me
fill out your little cunt, my cock shoving in to you while you cry out how good it feels."

His words were filthy, but each syllable he spat sent her over the edge, quickly setting her up
for climax. Her back slid up and down against the pole, a harsh squeaking noise erupting
each time her skin gained a new friction burn.

"They should just watch how good you make me feel, how amazing it is to be inside you,"
Kuroo muttered, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"I'd like that," (Y/N) smirked, feeling shivers down her spine. Kuroo tilted his head, lips
tugging at her ear lobe as he breathed irregular.

"I know you would, my little slut."

(Y/N) let out a moan, clenching around him as she came, feeling his momentum falter inside
of her. "Say it," Kuroo demanded, overwhelming her with requests as she reached her
orgasm.

"I'm—"

"—I can't fucking hear you," he swore, shoving her back down on to the base of his cock,
(Y/N) could feel him coming inside of her, his seed pouring out and dripping down the indent
of her thigh.

"I'm your little slut."

Chapter End Notes

i had to include tsukishima breaking his hand bc i actually just did the same two days
ago (4 weeks inside a cast is gonna suck)

also i just wanted to say thank you for the support and these next chapters are gonna be
rlly good (introducing some new characters…including but not limited to a sassy co-
worker for y/n as well as a fiery ginger who hates to loose)
 Office Staff
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

"Sawamura!" (Y/N) smiled, throwing her arms around hers friends neck as she entered his
office, the smell of air freshener and printer ink wafting in to her nose. Daichi hugged her
gently, afraid that if he embraced her too tight his shirt would wrinkle. The chestnut haired
man always looked put together, even on his " off days " Sawamura always had clean, ironed
clothes, spotless shoes, and combed hair. lt made sense that Yui adored him so much, Daichi
always balanced out her craziness.

"It's so exciting that you accepted my offer!" He replies, his normal large smile flashing as he
let go of (Y/N). Even if this was all to help Kuroo and the others, this internship was
something that (Y/N) had been considering doing for a long time, which made it all the more
easier to go along with.

"Well I figured I should get some experience under my belt before I head back to university!"

Daichi chuckled, stuffing his hands in to the pockets of his tight black slacks as they walked
in to the hall. He went through the normal introductions, showing her around the station,
having her meet the head officers and crew. By the time he had finished showing her the first
floor, (Y/N) was dying to bring up his current job, more specifically; When she could join
him.

"And those are the restrooms!" Daichi finishes off excitedly, tapping his flat palm down on
the men's room sign. (Y/N) presented the same absent minded smile she had been delivering
all throughout the tour, her mind focused on more pressing matters than where the janitors
closet or filing cabinet was.

"So do I just work side by side you here? Or am I gonna—"

"—Of course not. You said you're going to school to get your Jurors Doctorate, which means
you'll be way better suited upstairs with our staffing members!" Daichi laughed, gesturing for
her to follow toward the elevators.

(Y/N) tried to hide her look of disappointment, her originally simple plan already hitting a
large speed bump. It was one thing to casually bring up his current assignments when they
were 'work buddies,' but now that she was shunned to an entirely different department,
getting information out of the man was going to be a hundred times harder.

"So that means we won't be working on the same cases?"

With a soft ding the elevator doors opened, revealing a heavily cluttered second floor. Which
was filled with makeshift cubicles and mobile desks that looked like they belonged in the sale
section of an IKEA.
"Well for right now you'll be working up here," Daichi turned toward her with a cocky smile.
"Just because you're my friend doesn't mean I can automatically give you all the good cases!"

"Sawamura!" A voice calls out from behind a towering stack of papers, a wispy strand of
silvery hair peaking out from the very top. Daichi grabbed (Y/N)'s hand, leading her over to
the source of the voice. "Perfect timing! (Y/N), this is actually who you'll be working with at
the moment!"

Behind the stacks of files, a man with messy gray hair and large hazel eyes was revealed. He
was dressed in a wrinkled navy blue button down and a pair of slacks which had coffee stains
on the upper right thigh.

"This is Koshi Sugawara! Although everyone here just calls him Suga."

Suga gave her a half assed smile, acting incredibly groggy for someone who had been up for
hours. As he lifted his large hand to wave at her, (Y/N) noticed black inking poking out from
his sleeve, contrasting the milky colored smooth skin which it was engraved on. The moment
he caught her staring Sugawara lowered his hand and pulled up his sleeve, eyes glaring up at
her.

"It's nice to meet you," he replied, his voice the slightest bit raspy, yet still very warm and
pleasant.

"(Y/N)'s a soon to be law student and wanted to intern," Daichi explains, reaching over and
grabbing one of the snacks that laid on Sugawara's desk. "You don't mind if I have this, do
you?"

"Nah it's fine," Suga grinned, leaning back in his chair with a look of complete relaxation. As
Daichi began to tear the wrapping of the candy bar apart, the silver haired man clears his
throat, glancing up at Daichi with the slightest bit of a concerned look. "Although , if you
keep eating those you'll be fatter than a house before your next birthday."

The snack is immediately returned to Suga's desk, with a bitter and annoyed expression.
Daichi turned around, lifting his hand up to signal his departure. "Well, I've got to go do real
work now," he said condescendingly, tilting his head so that his eyes could glare down at
Sugawara one last time.

"You two have fun now!"

With a shrill ' crrrk ' noise, the elevator door closed, leaving the two alone in the messy
cubicle. Sugawara ignored the girl at first, continuing his important job of scribbling stick
figures on the corners of all his paperwork rather than filling anything of the boxes in.
(Y/N)'s leg bounced anxiously, feeling as if she was going to pop out of her skin if she didn't
find some juicy information soon.

"Can you stop doing that?"

"Doing what?"
Suga drops his pen, lowering his hand down and slamming it on top of her knee, forcing her
leg to stop bobbing up and down.

" That."

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, pulling her leg away from his hand. Already distracted from his work,
Sugawara leaned back in his black office chair and looked over toward (Y/N), deciding that
now would be the best time to get to know his new partner.

" So , you're a law student?"

(Y/N) looked up, meeting the mans hazel eyes. While briefly studying his face she noticed
the dark beauty mark that laid a few centimeters below the corner of his eye. It moved with
each facial expression the man made, moving up when he smiled and down when he
scowled. Keeping her eyes focused on the mole, the girl nodded yes to his question, although
she seemed less than thrilled to answer.

"Sort of. I'm supposed to start my classes in a couple of months."

"Don't bother," he replies brazenly, taking a pause between his sentences to eat the snack
Daichi had returned.

"I'm gonna say you'll drop out by the third week."

(Y/N) scowled at him, she had barely even met this guy and he was already making
inferences on his long she would last in her studies. His beauty mark moved upward as he
smiled, the rounds of his cheeks tightening as the grin on his face grew.

"Excuse me?" (Y/N) spat. "What the hell makes you think you're qualified to make such bold
statements?"

The man shrugs, spinning his office chair around a few times, tucking his feet up to avoid
them hitting against his desk as he twirled. He was cute, no mistaking that, but the second he
started opening his mouth (Y/N) gained the sudden need to slam his head over his desk. As
Suga prepared to spin again (Y/N) reached out, digging her finger tips in to the black foam
arm rest and halting the chairs movement.

Sugawara sighs, throwing his head back in frustration, the few stray hairs in his face floating
upward from the gush of air that escaped his mouth.

"I was also gonna be a law student but I dropped out," he says without shame, throwing the
wrapper of his snack in to the garbage can near his feet. When (Y/N) remained silent the man
frowned, letting out a dramatic sight before looking back at her.

"Huh? 'Why'd I drop out?' Thanks for asking!" He says mockingly in her voice, finding it
annoying that she asked a question and then offered no further influence to the conversation.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes again, something she could tell she would be doing a lot in the presence
of her new desk mate.

" Why did you drop out ?"

He smiles, thick eye brows raising as a pleased expression washes over his face.

"School sucked. I decided that I didn't want to spend eight years of my life doing something I
hated."

"So instead you decided to work a boring office job with Daichi?" (Y/N) chuckled, gesturing
to the messy desk and piles of papers before them. Suga scoffs, lifting up a printed spread
sheet that was decorated with miscellaneous doodles, as if that was somehow proving the
meaningfulness of his job.

"I know it's hard to tell because I seem so intellectually inclined , but I'm actually an intern
just like you."

Seriously? (Y/N) whined in her head, another look of disdain appearing upon her face.

Not only was she forced to work some odd job, but now she wasn't even working under a real
employee. Which meant that her hopes of getting details about the racing investigation in an
'honest' way were now crushed.

Sugawara, who was enjoying her vibrant facial expressions, tapped his hand on the desk to
gather her attention once more. "You seem disappointed?"

"I was hoping to work under someone with some actual field experience."

Sugawara shrugs, his chair squeaking as he shifted his weight forward in the seat while he
rummaged through the drawers of his desk. With a quiet 'aha' he lifts his head up, passing a
spiral notebook in (Y/N)'s direction.

"I think working with small six year old heathens counts as more field experience than
busting criminals," he teased as (Y/N) grabbed the book from his hands.

TEACHING 101 , was written in bold letters on the front of the notebook, and glued on to
the first lined page was a small photograph that was taken inside a brightly lit classroom.
Sugawara, who was dressed in far more casual clothes than he was now, sat in the middle of a
large group of young children, who all seemed attracted to the gray haired man as if he was a
magnet.

"You asked earlier why I dropped out..." Suga's finger pointed to the photograph. "... That's
why. "

"You're a pedo?" (Y/N)'s asks plainly, arching her brow in hopes to get a rise out of him. l

" No. I want to be a kindergarten teacher, and to graduate from the teaching program I need to
have a certain amount of internship hours," he explains, taking the notebook back from her
hands and placing it in its original spot within the desk drawer.

"So you don't have any skin in the game either!" (Y/N) stated enthusiastically.

"Huh?"
The smile faded from her lips, realizing that she was sounding far too suspicious. When
(Y/N) alerted Daichi she was going to take him up on hit offer, she had told him that this
internship was for 'college,' which meant that she had to act like this was something
extremely important to her. Even if it wasn't in the slightest.

"I—Uh, I just meant like, this isn't really the career path you want?"

"Something tells me it isn't the one you want either."

(Y/N) had offered to stay late that night, making some bullshit excuse that " It was the least
she could do" after being offered such an amazing experience. Unfastening the buttons of her
stuffy blouse, she began to walk downstairs, wishing that the elevators were functioning after
closing.

The station at night was eery to say the least. It was pitch black inside, and so quiet that you
could hear a pin drop. It seemed like the ideal place to film a horror movie, which made
sneaking around all the more nerve wracking.

Holding on to the railing with one hand, (Y/N) pulled out her phone and turned on its
flashlight, hoping the small beam of light would help her navigate her surroundings.

With her phone in hand, (Y/N) decided to pull up her previous messages with Kuroo. Before
Daichi had clocked out (Y/N) received a text from Kuroo, giving her details about everything
Kenma could find on the investigation.

Look for anything filed under 'FIRST GEAR' that's kinda like the alias of the case.

- Kuroo (sent 7:19 pm)

Kenma said that the stations database shows Daichi as a leading officer on the case, so
chances are there should be files with info in his desk drawer.

- Kuroo (sent 7:32 pm)

(Y/N) reached the landing, the hairs on her neck raising as she heard the floors creek from
under her feet. Holding her breath, since the sound of her shaky breaths seemed too loud,
(Y/N) twisted the doorknob leading to Daichi's office. " Thank god, " she whispered to
herself as the door swung open, incredibly grateful that Daichi didn't bother locking it when
he left.

Moving briskly she entered his office, shining the flashlight over the papers spread on his
desk. Miscellaneous titles and check lists, but nothing titled First Gear. With a frustrated sigh
she knelt down to his drawers, heart pounding in her chest as it creaked open. Inside the
metal cubby was a tidy filing system, each section labeled with a different color tab. Near the
very back was a red one with pen scribing that read:

CLASSIFIED (IMPORTANT).

Quickly (Y/N) pulled the papers out, her eyes squinting as she tried to make out the titles on
the copy paper. Her mouth widen in to a broad smile as her eyes made out the letter ' F' and
then the letter ' G' , a sense of relief washing over her as she realized the documents in her
hand were the correct ones.

Crouching down below his desk, desperate to stay as hidden as possible, she began to read
what was printed under the file report:

CLASSIFIED CASE #10 : FIRST GEAR

BACKGROUND :

• The racing meets originated on June 21st around nine years ago. Although names are
unknown, many believe that the racers are males and range in age from early to late twenties.

• In past three years several felonies such as drug trafficking, money laundering, assault,
fraud, and battery have been linked back to the racing group.

•No leads from current racing group, however ex-street racers:

UKAI, KEISHIN

TSUKISHIMA, AKITERU

TANAKA, SAEKO

UDAI, TENMA

Will be further investigated.

A large thud sounded from outside the office which caused (Y/N)'s heart to fly out from her
chest. As fast as she possibly could (Y/N) shuffled the files and flung them on top of the
desk, praying that the person outside the office door was just the janitor and not a mass
murderer.

"Sneaking around I see?"

Sugawara.

Letting out a sigh of relief, although she could still feel her heart beating in her toes, (Y/N)
stood up from behind Daichi's desk and looked up toward the shadowy figure leaning in the
doorway. Shining her phones flash light in his direction, (Y/N) watched as his gray hair
flashed a shiny silver under the direct light.

"What the hell! I'll go blind if you keep shining that light in my eyes!" He spat, raising up his
hand to block out the beam. (Y/N) chuckled softly, shutting off the light and leaving the pair
squinting in complete darkness. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he replies.

Although (Y/N) could no longer see him, the sound of his voice growing closer indicated that
he was approaching her. His foot steps quiet, however his shallow breathing was growing
clearer and clearer the closer he got to her.

(Y/N) tried to think of a quick excuse, however when she felt Sugawara's arm brush against
her own, she froze.

His body collided with her own, torso firm and warm moving up against her diaphragm.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, (Y/N) raised her arms to his chest, reluctantly pushing
him away. "I think this may be rushing things," she said bashfully, so close to his chest that
she could feel his heart beating.

Much to her surprise, Sugawara started laughing, and not just a slight chuckle; He started
wheezing, breathless cackles escaping from his mouth as he hunched over. "Are—Are you
serious!" He asks, backing away from her with a dumbfounded grin on his face.

"Oh my god! No, I'm not trying to fuck you in Daichi's office!"

(Y/N) was suddenly grateful that it was pitch black in the room, knowing that if there was
any light the bright redness on her cheeks would be painfully visible. It was quite clear that
she had been spending far too much time around those horny racers , now any close contact
with a guy made her prepare for those kind of activities.

"Well you were just—like— Ugh," (Y/N) stuttered, folding her arms over her chest in
frustration. She wanted nothing more now than to get the hell away from Sugawara.

"I was reaching over you to see what files you were snooping on," he admits proudly, pulling
out his phone and shining the light on to the papers he held in his hand. That familiar feeling
of dread returned in (Y/N)'s stomach, realizing that she was about the be busted by some
 silver haired jack-ass whom she met five hour: ago. However, Sugawara didn't say a word,
nor did he even look up at her as he read the paper.

" Oh, " he uttered after a few moments, setting the file back down on to Daichi's desk with a
blank expression. "Well that explains it."

(Y/N)'s brows furrowed as she succumbed to a state of confusion. Glancing over to the paper
Sugawara had just set down, she felt her heart stop as the words written on the page burned in
to her eyes.

PROPOSE TO YUI: NOV. 27th

Her eyes stayed glued to the paper, rereading the words over and over until they finally sunk
in. (Y/N) thought that finding out there were other racers involved with the gang was going
to be the biggest surprise of the night, however she was sorely mistaken.

"Listen uh ," Sugawara speaks after a few minutes, awkwardly raising his hand to the back of
his neck. "Why don't you head home and I'll clear our tracks?"

(Y/N) pried her eyes away from the paper and glanced up at Suga, only the whites of his eyes
visible from the light radiating off his phone. He seemed less agitating now, a more docile
look upon his face as they stood facing each other.

"Are you sure?"

She watches as the man smiles, the beauty mark raising up once again. "Of course, as long as
we keep this our little secret?"

(Y/N) smirked, grabbing her phone from the desk and giving him a curt nod. "You got it."

With a little wave goodbye they went their separate ways, (Y/N) quickly running out of the
building and down the street. Her fingers tapped hurriedly on her phone screen, dialing the
first name that popped up when she typed the letter 'K' in her contacts.

"Hello?"

" Kenma ?" (Y/N) asked confusingly, realizing that it wasn't Kuroo who she dialed.

"Uh, yeah? What's up?"

Deciding to go with the flow, (Y/N) cleared her throat and brought the speaker closer to her
lips.

"Come pick me up, I've got some info."

Chapter End Notes

not to spoil anything but whose ready for some ukai smut…and maybe some suga…

also i’ve decided that i’m gonna be more detailed when it comes to writing smut…so I
hope you all get a kick out of that.
 Taste My Cherry
Chapter Summary

warnings:
•wlw•
•spectator during sex•
•oral sex•
•car sex•

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Kenma's long and slender fingers draped over the stick shift, his index finger circling the
leather nob as he awaited changing gears. The blonde ends of his hair were tucked in to his
loose pony tail, a few short strands of hair framing the sides of his pale face.

"So they really called the case first gear..." Kenma chuckled under his breath, a ghost of a
smirk appearing upon his lips. "...How ironic."

With his face usually in a computer screen or hidden behind messy hair, (Y/N) never had the
chance to take a good look at Kenma. However as he reclined his body over the drivers seat,
thighs twitching as he pressed on the gas pedal, (Y/N) came to the not so shocking
conclusion that he was just as hot as the others.

"Why is it ironic?" She asks, staring intently at his fingers which gripped hard on to the stick
shift, pushing it forward as the car accelerated. Kenma smirked, his tired eyes wandering over
to (Y/N) who was still gaping at his fingers. "I'd tell you to watch my hands but it seems like
you're already doing that."

Her cheeks turned slightly pink, trying to play it off like she just so happened to be looking
over at the console of the car, however it was quite clear what her true intentions were.
Kenma reached his right hand over to (Y/N)'s, grabbing her wrist and placing the palm of her
on top of the stick shift. His warm hand then was placed on top of her own, fingers
intertwining with a firm yet gentle grasp that left her wondering just what else he could touch
like that.

"This is a stick shift. Although almost all cars have them now a'days, it was usually meant for
drivers to change gears when driving in manual transmission," Kenma explains, guiding her
hand back and forth over the top of the stick shift, the cool leather heating up as her palm
rubbed over its exterior.

"Okay?" (Y/N) replied, far to focus on the feeling of his hand intertwined with her own to
comprehend what he was trying to explain. "First gear is the lowest setting, usually you're in
first gear when you first start to speed up."

If their racing group was one thing, slow wasn't it.

That explained why it was so funny to Kenma and the others that their alias was named such.
If their little group was in "First Gear" (Y/N) was left wondering what exactly it would be
like when they finally started to speed up.

"I get it now," she chimed, feeling a bit disappointed when Kenma pulled his hand off of hers
and returned it to the steering wheel.

"But I still don't know why they mentioned those four people," (Y/N) adds, looking up at him
confusingly. The red LED lights that were assembled inside the cars interior lit up Kenma's
face in a devious way, the dark liner around his eyes made him seem almost devil like. (Y/N)
held her breath as she watched a slight smirk form upon his lips.

"You're about to meet 'em," he grins as he pulls toward the old abandoned parking garage, the
familiar neon signs coming in to view. Despite the radio playing inside the car, the sound of
voices and rumbling engines coming from outside were heard crystal clear. The crowd before
them was larger than last time, a pair of new cars displayed in the center of the road.

Kenma parked, gesturing for (Y/N) to follow him outside and toward the crowd. It was
reaching mid-Autumn now, and as the hours slipped by the temperature only got cooler,
everyone's exhales being seen through the air in front of them. The closer they got to the
huddle of cars the warmer it became, the exhaust giving off a smoky heat.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Kuroo spits, immediately grabbing Kenma's arm
when he spots him through the crowd. The dark haired man is wearing the black jacket
which he had let (Y/N) borrow, the same bulge in its right pocket from the hand gun which he
kept concealed. "It's no coincidence that these ass-holes come in to town at the same time the
police want to start investigating!"

"Hey, hey, hey," Bokuto's voice called out, his large figure sliding through the crowd with
ease. His golden eyes flickered over (Y/N)'s body, noticing the goosebumps which were
covering her arms from the cool wind that was blowing.

"You chilly?" Bokuto asks, his voice slightly husky from the dry air. (Y/N) nodded, her arms
crossed tightly around her chest, avoiding the stares that she would surely receive if any one
of the guys saw her hard nipples from the cold. With nothing but a plain white button down
and a pair of black slacks, the girl wasn't exactly dressed for a car meet.

"Here, take my—"

"—Excuse me, Quick-Silver," a voice interrupts, causing Bokuto to fall silent. Slipping
through the crowd like butter was a man with bright blonde hair, a cigarette hanging loosely
from his parted lips. (Y/N)'s eyes followed him, focusing on the indent of his collarbones and
how they extended out to his broad shoulders, like a carefully crafted sculpture.
"Keishin! How nice of you to swing by," Kuroo announces as the blonde reaches them,
shoving an irritated Bokuto aside. The man smirks, a puff of smoke escaping from his mouth
as he chuckles softly.

"Shouldn't you address me a bit more formal," he replies slyly, taking the cigarette from his
mouth and blowing another cloud of smoke, this time he aimed it to go directly in to Kuroo's
face. "You should be more proper when talking to your elders."

Kuroo scowled, tilting his head downward as he glared at the blonde. "Is 'old geezer' a better
name to call you?" He spat, ripping the cigarette from his mouth and throwing it on to the
floor. The blonde seemed unfazed, shrugging his shoulders and cocking his head slightly with
a condescending look.

"I think just Ukai works," he replies. Suddenly his gaze changes trajectory, dark brown eyes
focusing on (Y/N) who was watching the scene lay down with a concerned face. Examining
the man she realized that this was the "Ukai, Keishin" which was written on Daichi's
documents.

"And you are?" Ukai asks, eyeing down (Y/N) with such a lustful gaze that made her usual
bold self suddenly feel shy. Oikawa, who had wiggled his way through the forming crowd,
placed his hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder and practically growled at the blonde. His stance was
like that of an older brother, however (Y/N) knew that their relationship was not sibling like.

"This is (Y/N) and you have no business with her," Oikawa spat, trying to tug her away from
the center of the crowd, however her feet remained planted on the concrete. There was a
pause, Ukai and (Y/N) eyeing each other with two deeply contrasting expressions.

"Why is your name on police documents?"

Ukai laughs, brushing his hair out of his face as he thinks of a way to answer her question.
"Let's just say that before these guys decided to start playing speed racer, there was us."

"Us?"

A few unfamiliar faces moved deeper in to the center of the crowd, one enormous looking
golden blonde man, a long dark haired man whose eyes looked tired like Kenma's, and much
to (Y/N)'s surprise; A woman, with skin tight leather pants and nothing but a bright red lace
bra which encased her large breasts beautifully. "Us," they repeated.

Kuroo rolled his eyes, finding the whole situation to be far too tacky for his liking. "These
four were the original street racers in this part of town, and it seems like they were feeling
nostalgic and decided to come bust out balls."

The blonde lady in leather rolled her eyes, eyeing down Kuroo with a hateful gaze. "I didn't
come here to bust any balls, unless their Udai's," she cackled, finding her joke far more funny
than any one else did. "You know I don't really swing that way anyways."

(Y/N) felt her cheeks turn slightly pink, although she was unsure if it was from the woman's
bold statement or the chilly air.
 "You guys seem pretty talkative for people who want to race," Mattsun chimes in, lifting his
blunt to his lips and dragging his tongue along the paper almost erotically. With a smirk he
pulls the spliff away from his mouth and twists it, passing it to Makki who lit it and placed it
in his mouth. "Mattsu, you know old people can't ever stop running their mouths."

"Oh no, by all means let's get this party started!" Ukai smiles dastardly, shoving out from the
crowd and toward his car. (Y/N) felt her stomach churn, already anticipating something bad
happening from all of this.

"(Y/N)," Kenma called out, gesturing for her to come to him. Moving briskly through the
parking, she stood face to face with him again with a look of concern. "Yeah?"

"Everyone is racing today, which mean's either you sit on the sidelines or you join one of the
groups," he explains, pointing to the vast array of cars before her. Before the girl could voice
any type of decision, a gentle hand tugs at her shoulder, sharpened finger nails poking in to
her skin.

"She's riding with me and Udai," the woman from the crowd announces, her voice raspy but
filled with excitement. (Y/N) looks up at her, feeling her breath catch in her throat as her eyes
wander to the woman's breast yet again. The irregular patterns poking through the lacey
exterior of her bra made it clear that both of her nipples were pierced.

"If you come with me I'll let you suck on them," she winks, leaving (Y/N) completely
speechless.

"Are you okay with riding in Saeko and Udai's car?" Kenma asks cautiously, his focus only
on (Y/N) rather than the blondes breasts.

"Uh, yeah—I'm totally fine..." She takes a pause, allowing herself to take in a deep breath and
regain her composure. "...With that."

(Y/N) hadn't really given her sexuality any though, she simply fucked who she wanted to
fuck, considering herself to be as straight as she wanted to be. However as Saeko guided her
to Udai's car all (Y/N) was, was gay. Absolutely, utterly, in the palm of that woman's hand.
Observing everything, from the way her hips swayed to how her boobs bounced up and down
with each step.

The outside of the vehicle they stopped in front of was black as night, decorated with orange
stripes and a bright orange license plate which read "LCKY10" on it. Unlike some of the
other vehicles in the racing line, their car seemed to be completely free of scratches and
scuffs, making it clear that not only did they drive efficiently, but they took care of their little
sports car.

"You're climbing in the back too?" (Y/N) asked as Saeko scooted in to the seat next to her, an
adroit smirk on her face. "Is that okay with you?" She asked innocently, closing the door
behind her and moving in closer to (Y/N).

Loosing her voice yet again (Y/N) nodded yes, trying her hardest to keep her eyes up.
However Saeko shoulders lurched forward, forcing her cleavage together and revealing just a
small part of her pink nipples, the metal of her piercings still covered by the red lace.

"Udai is our driver. Annddd, I told him that I'd give him a real show in return for winning first
place," Saeko explained, suddenly raising her hands to the back of her bra and unclipping it,
letting the red lace fall on to her lap. (Y/N)'s eyes widen, taking in the fullness and perfect
shape of Saeko's breast. In the middle of her cleavage was a small tattoo of a lip stick mark,
and on either side of her boobs were two tattooed hearts that bobbed up and down as she
moved.

"Is that okay with you?"

(Y/N) would've agreed to selling her kidneys in that moment, mesmerized by the woman's
body and quite clearly second guessing her sexuality. Outside she could hear the sound of the
cars starting, a low rumbling that resembled a cats purring. "Can I take these off?" Saeko
asks, her voice suddenly becoming the only thing (Y/N) could hear.

The woman's sharply manicured nails dug in to (Y/N)'s flesh, causing not only a burning in
her skin but in her pussy as well. "Sure," was all that (Y/N) managed to say, unsure on how
to act in such uncharted territories.

The blonde didn't hesitate, pulling off (Y/N)'s slacks and panties with ease, making it clear
this was not her first time with another woman. Her brown eyes glanced down lustfully at
(Y/N)'s bare sex, her hands prying open the girls thighs. Saeko bit her bottom lip, running her
thumb along the girls folds.

"Such a pretty pussy," she purred, raising her thumb up to her lips and sucking it clean,
watching in delight as (Y/N)'s face turned a shade of pink. In the background, the sound of a
voice counting down was heard, signaling the trio that the race was soon to begin, however
Saeko was preoccupied.

"I bet that I can make you cum by the time the race is over," she stated, pulling (Y/N)'s legs
as far apart as they could go, leaving her palms resting on her inner thighs.

The starting siren going off was accompanied by the feeling Saeko's fingers plunging inside
of her, curling back so deep that (Y/N) could do nothing but practically cry, her hands
kneading the plush car seat. The two females in the back seat jerked forward slightly as Udai
took a sharp turn, the rumbling of the engine vibrating under (Y/N)'s bare ass, only adding to
the pleasure she felt.

"If my fingers made you cry, let's see what my tongue can do," Saeko says enthusiastically,
keeping her index and middle finger deep inside (Y/N)'s cunt as she slowly pressed the tip of
her tongue down on to her clit. (Y/N)'s back arched, breathing irregular as Saeko's tongue
flicked upward, and then returned back down to apply a harsh amount of pressure down her
slit.

Saeko's finger nails clawed (Y/N)'s flesh, holding her in place as she ran her tongue down her
folds, tasting each part of her sensitive pussy. (Y/N)'s eyes traveled from Saeko to the review
mirror, noticing the brunette driving the car taking quick glances to see what was happening
in the back seat.
Feeling slightly more turned on now that she knew she had an active audience, (Y/N) let go
over the seat and lifted her hand to Saeko's breasts, kneading her nipples in between her
finger tips. Saeko lets out a shaky moan, her warm breath fanning over (Y/N)'s sex as she
drags her tongue down, slurping and spitting over her cunt.

Obscene sounds escaped from Saeko's mouth, the sound of the wetness of (Y/N)'s pussy was
followed by low moans escaping Saeko's lips.

"Fuck," Saeko muttered as Udai made another sharp turn, the greedy look of victory slowly
appearing in to his eyes as he came close to lead. (Y/N)'s body slid down the back seat, thighs
suffocating Saeko as her weight shoved the blonde against the opposite side door.

"Sorry—"

"—Don't say sorry," Saeko cut her off, forcing the girl to keep her thighs wrapped around her
head like ear muffs. Her red painted nails dug in to her ass, leaving deep bright red scratch
marks that left (Y/N) wincing out the woman's name. "I like this much better," she purred,
returning her tongue in to (Y/N)'s cunt, pressing down so hard that she could feel every ridge
and contour of her sensitive skin.

"We're in tie with Keishin," Udai announces, eyes wandering up to the review mirror to take
in the spectacle occurring in the back seat. (Y/N) couldn't help but make contact with his dark
piercing eyes, feeling her heart pound in her chest when she saw him smirk, canines
protruding from his blush colored lips. "Saeko, if we win I get the next taste," he stated,
shuffling in the driver seat to hide how hard he was getting, just the sounds coming from
(Y/N)'s soaking wet pussy was enough to give him an erection.

Saeko didn't answer, her face buried with in (Y/N)'s sensitive cunt. Her tongue moved inside
the girls entrance, teasing her slightly before she returned back up to her clit. Sucking
harshly, Saeko began to hum, letting the vibrations from her mouth and the constant suckling
of her lips begin to send the girl over the edge.

"Fuck," (Y/N) spat, hands tangling in to her soft blonde hair, stinging her scalp as she tugged
harshly on the ends. Saeko smiled against the girls pussy, feeling overly confident in her
skills now that the girl was so close to coming.

"You like that Cherry-bomb?" Saeko chuckles, gathering the saliva in her mouth and spitting
it back on to (Y/N)'s pussy, the wetness splattering up to the girls lower abdomen.

"Cherry-bomb?" (Y/N) questioned, her voice shaky and barely audible as Saeko placed
another kiss upon her clit, leaving (Y/N) desperate for more so she could orgasm.

"Your cherry is soaking wet," Saeko purred, cupping her tongue and sending it dragging
upward along her folds to collect (Y/N)'s juices. Opening her mouth wide she showed a
disgustingly erotic site of glistening saliva mixed with (Y/N)'s wetness, her lips swollen and
coated in the mixture. "And when I make you cum you'll be my little Cherry-bomb."

"Saeko! Keishin and that asshole Tendou are—"

 "—I'm busy," she cut him off with a scowl, spreading out (Y/N)'s walls with her index and
middle finger, preparing the girl for her tongue once again. The blonde lowered her head,
now going back down on (Y/N) with the intent of making her cum harder than she had with
any man.

Her tongue swirled around the girls pussy, shivers ran down (Y/N)'s spine as the tip of
Saeko's tongue began lifting and flicking over the very tip of her clit. Her long fingers curved
inside her cunt, pointed finger nails stabbing in to her walls and sending a sharp stinging
sensation through (Y/N)'s body.

"R-right there," she cried out as Saeko sucked on her clit, moving her index finger deeper in
to her, feeling her walls clench around her.

Saeko made a low humming noise, attacking the girls pussy with every she had. Quickly she
felt (Y/N)'s back arch, her cunt growing wetter than it ever had been before. With a look of
satisfaction Saeko slurped up every last bit of her juices as she came, repeatedly sucking,
flicking, biting her sex. Tears were brought to (Y/N)'s eyes, feeling like she was going to die
right then and there from how strong her climax was.

"See," Saeko purred, coming up from (Y/N)'s cunt and licking her slick fingers clean. "My
little Cherry-bomb."

When (Y/N) was finally able to sit up—it took several minutes since her entire body was now
weak and drenched in sweat— it was not the blondes large breasts or the large wet spot on
the back seat that she noticed, it was the fact that the car they sat in was now stopped, and
outside was the new winner of the race: Keishin Ukai.

"Fuck, we lost?" Saeko exclaimed, throwing her bra back on and handing (Y/N) her panties
which were still soaking wet. Udai rolled his eyes, slamming his fist down on to the steering
wheel as his eyes glared back at Saeko.

"Yes. I was trying to tell you that but you were too busy eating that girl alive to notice!" He
replied with furrowed brows, although his words only brought a smile to Saeko's face. "Well
in that case I guess I'm still a winner," she grins, reaching her hand up to (Y/N)'s face and
running her thumb over the girls lip.

"Isn't that right Cherry-Bomb?"

Chapter End Notes

saeko simps i’ve fed u :)

ukai simps…ur next
 Guys My Age
Chapter Summary

warnings:
•cock warming•
•cigarette play•
•car sex•

The thin gold chain upon Ukai's neck snagged around the black tshirt he wore, the fabric
clinging on to his toned torso. Every time he ran a finger through his hair the very bottom of
his shirt would lift up, revealing a tanned and defined v-line that made (Y/N)'s mouth run
dry.

"You promise to show me a good time?" (Y/N) ask with a cheeky smirk. Her body was
positioned near the hood of the car, her figure resting against the inside of the blondes thighs.
He sat casually on the hood of the car where he had been smoking the last bit of his
cigarette.

"Aren't I a bit old for you?" He smirks up at her, his free hand just barely brushed the side of
her thigh. (Y/N) shrugs, feeling incredibly invincible and in the mood to stir up some trouble.
She reached her hand down to the fly of his pants, letting her index finger ghost upon his
crotch.

"I've always been interested in older men."

Ukai lowers his hand from the side of her thigh and then drops it down to grab ahold of her
hand which was just barely touching his. With his eyes connected with her own he slid her
hand down to the waist band of his boxers and then let go.

"Baby you won't be able to handle it."

"Try me."

The chilly air caused (Y/N)'s nipples to grow hard and protrude her thin white blouse. Ukai's
thumb traces the outline of her breasts, his hot growing erection laying against her inner
thigh. "You cold?" He asks innocently, eyes still focused on her boobs. "Freezing," (Y/N)
replies, feeling her heart racing in her chest as she awaits his next move.
Ukai picks up his pack of cigarettes that laid on the cars hood. Leaving the unlit spliff in his
mouth his dark eyes glanced up at (Y/N), a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Sit on it."

(Y/N) arched her brow, her eyes wandering down to his waist where Ukai's left hand was
twisting around his cock. "You said you were cold," Ukai mumbled, his breath hitching as he
ran his thumb over his slit that was leaking precum. "I'm sure I can warm you up."

(Y/N) was shocked that to find her hands trembling as she pulled down her pants and then
underwear, stripping herself naked in the parking garage. She felt as if she was going to
disintegrate under his lustful gaze, the strong smell of cigarettes and expensive cologne
filling up her senses as his hand raised up to her cheek and stroked her flesh lovingly.

"Let me warm you to baby," he coo's, dropping his hand down to her lips and letting his
thumb just barely enter her mouth. (Y/N) did as she was told and began to sit on his lap.
Slowly she felt him begin to stretch her pussy, stuffing her full with his growing erection.
"Fuck," (Y/N) whimpered when she reached the base of his dick, wrapping her arms around
his torso as she began to roll her hips forward.

"Shh," Ukai sighed, wiping the hair out of her face. "Stop moving baby. We're not doing
anything like that yet."

"What—"

"—I'm just warning you up," he replies flatly as he digs in his jacket pocket and pulls out a
bright green lighter. "Can you light me up?"

(Y/N)'s loins were burning, and every movement she made while stuffed with his warm cock
made her body ache. She wanted nothing more than for him to tear her apart, treat her just as
roughly as Kuroo did, however the man had such extreme willpower that he was willing to
just sit there with his length shoved deep inside her tight cunt.

(Y/N) reached out for the lighter and placed it in her shaking fingers. Trying her hardest to
keep a steady grip she lifted it up to the end of the cigarette that was hanging out of Ukai's
lips.

When the tip of the spliff began to glow a smoky orange she began to pull the light away,
however as soon as the cigarette was lit Ukai bucked his hips upward and thrusted in to
(Y/N). The lighter fell from her hands. Luckily the small flame had went out the second her
fingers slipped, but it still tumbled down on to their lap, the liquid inside of it leaking out on
to Ukai's thighs.

"I'm so sorry," (Y/N) apologized profusely, her arms still wrapped around his torso. She was
unsure why she was apologizing, it was Ukai's fault for thrusting in to her while she was
quite literally playing with fire, however in the presence of the blonde she felt the need to
please him.
"Baby, it's okay," he smirked, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke through his nose.
(Y/N) watched as the haze clouded around his face and then faded up in to the air. She sat as
still as she could, finger nails digging in this his kin as he moved his cock upwards slightly.
His brown eyes glanced up her way, noticing her staring longingly at the cigarette in his pink
lips.

"C'mere," Ukai instructs her as he takes another long puff. (Y/N) leans in and feels Ukai's
hand tangle in to the hair on the back of her head, pulling her face so close to his that their
lips touched. Parting his lips slightly Ukai exhaled the smoked, allowing it to pass through
his lips and in to (Y/N)'s mouth where she inhaled it accordingly.

It burned her throat slightly, leaving a smoky taste on her tongue. When Ukai leans back he
has a blatant smile on his lips. "You didn't even cough?" He grins with a proud look. "That's
perfect."

"Perfect?" (Y/N) says breathlessly, fighting the urge to roll her hips forward as she feels him
twitch inside of her. "Hold this," he instructs her, placing the cigarette between her lips.

His hands latch on to her thighs, and with a tremendous precision he tilted her hips forward
and bucked his hips. (Y/N) took a sharp inhale, filling her lungs with smoke as she
whimpered from the feeling of him inside of her.

"Don't drop that cigarette," Ukai instructs as he begins rotating his hips slightly. (Y/N) could
feel his dick brush around her walls. "Remember you spilt Naphta all over my thigh."

(Y/N)'s lips pursed, holding the cigarette in her mouth as she threw her head back. Catching
her moans in her throat as Ukai rocked her hips forward out of fear of dropping the cig. The
tip of his cock brushed against the very back of his cunt, causing a low throaty growl to
escape from his lips.

He didn't force her on to his length, rather he guided her. Sending her hips forward and back
to glide over him because he knew just exactly what she wanted. (Y/N) took an unsteady
hand up to her lips and pulled the cigarette from her mouth. "Keep doing that," she begged
when Ukai lifted his hips up and down.

"Does this feel good?" He asked with a purr. Wanting to watch her struggle to speak while
straddling his cock. She nodded, eyes squeezing shut when he rocked his hips forward a bit
harder.

"Those boys don't know how to treat you do they?" He sighed, licking his finger and
lowering it down to her clit. His index rubbed light circles, his speed matching the rate of his
thrusts inside of her. (Y/N) could barely function much less respond. The smell of smoke in
her nose, the warmth radiating from his constant moving inside of her. All she could manage
to say was "mhm" in between incoherent whimpers and moans.

They found a rhythm together with Ukai moving her hips and lifting his own upward.
However to (Y/N) it felt as if he was holding back, passing the test without offering his full
effort to get a perfect score. "Don't hold back on me," (Y/N) whispered as she raised her head
up from the crook of his neck, lifting the cigarette to her lips and blowing smoke back in to
his face.

"Are you sure little girl?" He teased, stopping his movements and holding her on top of his
dick. Warmth radiated inside of her, causing her neck to break out in a sweat as she took a
pause from riding him.

"I'm not a little girl," (Y/N) rolled her eyes, finding him taking advantage of their slight age
difference. Suddenly Ukai's hand raised to her neck, wrapping harshly around her wind pipe
to the point where she could no longer breathe. "Is that so?" He growled, pulling her face
closer to his mouth so that she could practically smell the mint and nicotine in his breath.
"You may think fucking all these boys makes you experienced. But I think you're still a little
pillow princess."

"I'll change that though."

Barely able to speak (Y/N) let out a muffled sigh, trying her hardest to roll her pulsating
eyes. "I promise you after I'm done they'll seem weak in comparison."

He let goes and (Y/N) takes a large gasp of air. Ukai smirked as he lifting the girl off of his
cock and held her with her legs wrapped around his torso. He could feel the wetness between
her legs dripping on to his skin, his stomach tensing up as he imagined how good it will feel
when he dives back in to her.

Laying her body down on to the hood of the car the blonde grabs the spliff from her lips, and
places it back in his mouth. He then throws. (Y/N)'s right leg over his shoulder. The girl
watched with butterflies in her stomach as he gripped her thigh and held her in place as he the
head of his cock pushed against her cunt.

He teased her, rubbing the tip over her clit and allowing their juices to mix before he shoved
himself back inside of her. "Fuck," (Y/N) sighed, achieving a whole new level of contact in
this position. Ukai held himself inside of the girl, not moving a muscle as she adjusted to his
large size.

"Beg," he instructed her.

"Please?"

He took the cigarette out of his mouth, tapping the edge of it a few times and causing warm
ash to fall down on to her lower stomach. It didn't burn her flesh, however it did cause an
unruly heat that scorched across her abdomen and made her squirm slightly. "That's not good
enough."

Ukai's pupils dilated as he stared down at her. Legs spread wide open and just waiting for him
to tear her insides apart. "Please. Fuck me."

That was all that was needed to be said. Suddenly he drew back his hips and rolled them
forward, sending her body sliding up the hood of the car as he thrusted inside of her. His cock
curved upward, practically bruising her walls as he continued in a feverish pace.
Ashes continued to fall from his cig on to her body. Each puff of smoke was followed by
another rough jerk of his hips and then the flow of heat spreading across her body.

"I'm better than all of them in numerous ways," Ukaj says in a low and husky voice.
"Especially when it comes to fucking tight little pussy's like yours."

(Y/N)'s groans as he pushes her legs further apart, lifting her left so high over his shoulder
that she can feel the muscles in her thighs straining. "You're gonna rip me in two," she
laughed breathlessly. Ukai leaned down, the chain around his neck dangling over her face as
he looked her dead in the eye. "I know," he replied back in a solemn tone.

Leaving his body hovering slightly above her own, he dropped his hand down to the apex of
her sex. His thumb pressed down on to her clit, lifting the skin up and running his finger nail
over the most sensitive part. (Y/N) let out a muffled cry, her hand gripping around his wrist
as she squirmed. "You've never been touched like this, huh?" Ukai smirks as he continued to
rub her clit at a feverish speed.

The feeling of her walls clenching around him caused Ukai to throw his head back in
pleasure. Toned muscles rippling as his body tensed up. "Keep doing that," he instructed,
closing his eyes and taking another drag to feel the small rush from the nicotine. The nerves
within his body began to light on fire, practically feeling each ridge and curve within her
tight cunt. (Y/N) arched her back up, opening her entire body up him.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum," the man instructed as he thrusted back in to her. "I won't
cum without you."

(Y/N) nodded her head, her grip on his wrist loosening as she got used to the feeling of his
finger pads on her sensitive pussy. "I-I'm close," she sighed, lifting her hips upward to feel
him go deeper.

Ukai could tell when she started to reach her climax. Her chest spasmed slightly as she took
shaky breaths, cunt throbbing and walls closing around his cock. The feeling of her release
caused him to go over the edge, pumping her full of his cum. The mixture of their juices
filled up her, spilling out and dampening the indents of her inner thighs.

"So good," Ukai sighed as he pulled out. He ran his index and middle finger through her
folds, lifting his wet fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean. The sight of his fingers
glistening under the lamp light caused her body to shiver. "So fucking good."

(Y/N) laid practically dead on the hood of his car. Her eyes closed and her body dripping
with sweat as she tried to gain her composure. Ukai chuckled and slid the shirt off of his
torso, revealing his equally damp abs. Smirking to himself, he bunched to fabric up and ran it
over her thighs, cleaning up the mess that he made on her.

"What're—"

"— A real man cleans up his mess," he replies nonchalantly as he finished wiping her off.
__

Because of the very intimate moment that Ukai had just shared with her, (Y/N) felt no guilt
bombarding him with questions as he drove her home. "Just explain everything to me one
more time," (Y/N) instructed, sitting there with tue notes app open on her phone.

"This overzealous ginger kid was the reason the racing culture suddenly came back," Ukai
sighed, he felt the slightest bit uncomfortable driving without his shirt or pants on—only his
boxers to keep him decent. "He saw guys like me and Udai racing when he was a teenager
and decided to get his friends back in to it."

"Where is he? What's his name," she asks, wondering why she hadn't hear of this mystery
creator.

"He's in Rio trying to 'discover himself' or some shit," Ukai chuckled. "Most of the guys I
know just call him the Corbeau."

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, what was it with these people and making weird nicknames or alias's.
"So french nickname kid is traveling the world why is friends run the show?"

"Mhm. The reason us veteran racers visited today was to see how everyone was holding up
since he's been gone."

(Y/N) arched her brow as she unbuckled her seatbelt when Ukai pulled up front to her
building. The engine vibrating lowly in the background. "So how are they holding up?"

"Let's just say when the finger gets back everyone should be preparing to get their ass
kicked."
 Mother’s I’d Like To—
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

When (Y/N) arrived to the office Sugawara looked focused—too focused. For a man who
made it quite clear he had no interest in the criminal justice system, he was certainly absorbed
in whatever documents were laying on his desk.

(Y/N) crossed the room quietly, making sure that her foot steps didn't distract Sugawara who
was currently lost in thought. Hovering above his desk—he still had not registered her
presence—(Y/N) slams her hand down on top of the papers and swiftly pulls them off the
desk. "Hey! Wait!"

"So that's why you were sneaking around in Daichi's office!" She blurts out excitedly, holding
a file that read out PROJECT: FIRST GEAR across the top left corner. Sugawara
practically shoved her down to the ground, making a harsh shushing noise as if he was
speaking to a rowdy toddler.

"Shut up!" He demanded, grabbing back the files and sliding them inside his desk drawer.
"Imagine if Daichi heard you just now!"

"It wouldn't of made any difference to me," (Y/N) smirks as she stands back up, leaving him
crouching on the floor. "Those files weren't on my desk."

Sugawara rolls his eyes, combing a hand through his light gray hair as he took a seat on the
black office chair. "So you're gonna snitch? What happened to the—"

"—Who said I was gonna snitch?" (Y/N) cut him off, raising her brows suspiciously. "I want
in."

If Sugawara was also interested in the case, that meant that she could use him as a scape goat.
And if all went well she would be done with this whole mess within no time.

"No."

Her blank expression formed in to a scowl, shocked by his negativity toward working with
her. "What do you mean?" (Y/N) pouts. "If we work together than—"

"—Working together on a classified case that neither of us assigned to? Our jobs are just to
read over contacts and make phone calls," he said in a strict tone, pretending to type away on
his computer to avoid looking at (Y/N)'s doubting glare.

"Hmm. Really? So why did you bother stealing those documents?"

Sugawara sighed, visibly worn out from just a few minutes of arguing. Closing the browsing
tabs on the computer in front of him, he pulled up a file from his private flash drive. A large
picture popped up of a tanned man around their age with a proud smile upon his flushed
cheeks. He stood on lush white sand and had a beautiful view of the ocean and a series of
volleyball nets strung behind him.

"This is an old friend of mine from high school," Sugawara begins to explain with a slight
frown, shuffling back and forth between two almost identical photographs of the boy on the
beach.

"Suga...You're gay?"

"No? I've had sex with plenty of women what are you—"

"—The fact that you're so upset only makes it more clear to me that you are," (Y/N) sighs
with an elated look on her face. "I mean why else would you be staring at pictures of a guy
with massive thighs like that?"

Sugawara grumbled something under his breath. Then suddenly a new set of pictures popped
up, this time (Y/N) was at a lost for words. The same red head was now photographed inside
a nightclub. He looked slightly younger, visible tattoos seen on his collar bone and forearms
when the black jacket—similar to the one she seen Kuroo wear— was taken off.

And then it clicked: Corbeau.

"No witty comeback?" Sugawara sighed as he tilted the computer screen her way. "These
were taken a few years ago by the police."

(Y/N) watched as Sugawara frowns slightly, a look of disdain as his eyes scan over the
computer screen. She recalled him telling her that he started this internship a few years back,
which coincidentally matched up with the date on the photograph.

"Suga. Did say yes to Daichi for this internship because you wanted to know what happened
to your friend?"

Suga doesn't respond. He closes his laptop and plugs it back in to its charger. Silence takes
over for a brief moment as he composes his thoughts, fingers tapping gently along his thigh.
"It was just a coincidence..."

"...But after taking a look at these documents I think Shoyo is the person behind all of this
street racing stuff."

Sugawara was already on to them.

(Y/N) took a moment to herself to think things through. She takes in to account the duality of
their motives on this case. (Y/N) wasn't here to solve the case, but to make it so that police
would never figure it out either. Sugawara wanted to solve the case, but find out what
happened to his old friend before the police did. Although their goals were incredibly
different, there was a slight common ground to be found.

And (Y/N) was going to take advantage of it.

"Work with me," she pleads, placing her hand atop of Sugawara's. "If we do this together we
might actually figure out what the cops know as well as find out what's the deal with that
ginger."

"And if I say no?" Sugawara asks apprehensively, knowing the girl won't let him off the hook
so easily.

"Oh. I'll just tell Daichi you stole classified documents and ate all of the snacks inside his
mini-fridge."

Sugawara's face dropped, feeling an impending sense of doom upon him. "You know about
that?" He questions in a timid voice.

"Yeah, I went looking for food in there the other day and there was nothing," (Y/N) shrugged
her shoulders. "See, aren't I a good detective?"

Sugawara sighed placing his fingers on his temple. Taking a quick glance up at her face
before returning his gaze to his shoes he nodded his head. "Fine."

"Partners?"

"Partners."

The cafe which Sugawara dragged (Y/N) to smelled like burnt toast and espresso. When the
gray haired man stepped in to the building a plethora of middle aged women's eyes wandered
on to this smiling face. "Oh! Koushi!" One of them cried out and ran immediately to his side,
ignoring (Y/N) who was watching a few paces behind with a disgusted yet intrigued face.

"Morning! You'reee...Shincho's mom correct?" He replies cheerfully, although it's clear to see
that he's not nearly as interested in the conversation as she is.

"Ah! I knew you would remember me," she replied with the slightest bit of a flirtatious tone.
(Y/N)'s eyes scanned the room realizing that every single women—there was about five or
six—was awaiting their chance to to speak to him.

Sugawara was a milf magnet.

Which explained why he was so fond of this coffee shop, and why he decided of all places to
go, he'd bring her here for their debriefing. It was clear that her little tease about Suga being
homosexual had struck a nerve, making him feel the need to prove that he did indeed get
bitches.

"Did our favorite teachers assistant get a girlfriend?" One of the mother's frowned when her
eyes latched on to (Y/N), giving her a jealous type look. The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her
head quickly to diffuse any of their preconceived notions about her.

"She's a partner of mine at the office," Sugawara explained, showcasing (Y/N) as if she were
some type of racing horse. The mothers suddenly began to smile again, happy to see that their
slim chances were still available.

"It's nice to meet you darling!"

"Mhm," (Y/N) acknowledged blandly to their sudden preppy greetings.

The sound of a phone alarm—it played loud and obnoxious across the cafe—blared and the
group of women began to frown. "It's time for our pilates," one of the far older ones
grimaced. However before she made it out of the restaurant she looked to Sugawara with a
smirk. "Gotta keep everything tight and in shape."

(Y/N)'s face turned red as she held back her laugh, watching as the group of women exited
the cafe and went on with their boring house-wife schedules.

"Oh my god," she cackled, bending over to try and catch her breath. Sugawara's face was
tinted pink as she laughed, even the small birthmark by his eye seemed to turn red as he felt
himself succumb to vicious embarrassment.

"You're a milf hunter! Oh my god—"

"—Lower your voice we're in public!" He spat, kicking her foot underneath the table they sat
at.

"And it's actually not like that at all."

"Then please tell me—" She pauses, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "—What
exactly is it like?"

"I really need this teaching job and it looks a lot better when I have parents
recommendations," Sugawara replied in a hushed tone, praying the barista was not paying
attention to their conversation. "The attention is sweet but I'm not sleeping with forty-five
year old women!"

(Y/N) nodded suspiciously, only causing Suga to spiral even further in to his endless cycle of
excuses.

"Anyways..." She sighs and slams down a wad of paper on to the table. "...Let's get to work."

Sugawara nodded grateful that the subject had changed. He began to flip through his copy of
files with precision, making sure not to miss a single phrase. (Y/N) looked it over as well,
taking notes of certain areas which had been raided, or associated gangs that have been
caught in the area.

"I found a lead," Sugawara announced a few minutes in to their search. (Y/N) felt her
stomach churn, hoping that the information involved none of her friends. "Apparently the
owner of an Ongiri shop in the city knows one of the racers."
MIYA, OSAMU

AGE: 23

OCCUPATION: Owner of ONGIRI MIYA

(Y/N)'s eyes read the small scribble of words a few times. Making sure that the name written
was not some mistake. The 'solo rider's' big brother owns a Ongiri store? It felt like some
practical joke, the entire situation not making the slightest bit of sense. Yet there was the
other Miya twin, photographed with his identical face and silver tinted hair.

"So what do we do?" (Y/N) asked, thinking of a way to tell Sugawara to just let this guy 'off
the hook.'

"We do a stake-out."

"You mean like what they did in Beverly Hills Cop?" (Y/N) arched her brow, referring to the
scene from the popular 80's movie. Sugawara feels the need to slam his head against the desk,
finding himself suddenly working with a real comedian.

"You realize that real cops do that stuff too."

"Yeah but we're not real cops," (Y/N) interjects humorously. "We're two idiots with a stack of
case files."

She was hoping that he would give up, allowing her to do with the new information what she
pleased. However Sugawara did not shy away from an argument this time, instead he took a
sip of his coffee and gave her a stern look. "Are you my partner? Because if you don't want to
make the effort then—"

"—Oh my god can you shut the hell up?" (Y/N) cut him off as she slammed the booklet of
papers on to the table. "Fine! We'll go stake-out the restaurant."

While Sugawara sat their beaming to himself about winning an argument. (Y/N) had reached
in to her purse and began typing frantically on to her phone keyboard.

KUROO

TELL MIYA TWINS TO WATCH OUT. OSAMU IS GETTING INVESTIGATED FIRST.

- (Y/N) (sent-10:22am)

—
"Coffee?" Sugawara asked innocently as they sit inside the black vehicle, parked a hundred
feet or so away from Ongiri Miya. (Y/N) watched in disgust as he downs another cup full of
straight black coffee.

"We brought sugar packets?"

"Nah, thanks though," he replied back softly. Acting as if drinking copious amounts of plain
bitter coffee was normal.

They had been sitting in the van for close to a half hour. Pulling in just as Osamu entered the
building to do some 'late night maintenance.' Sugawara had explained their plan: First they
would enter the building from the back, secondly they would hide and observe any illegal
activities, and third they would either make their arrests or get the hell out of there.

"One more thing," Sugawara explained. He took a pause, unbuttoning his olive green shirt
and revealing his bare chest. (Y/N) looked away quickly, although the sight of toned milky
skin was already engraved in her memory.

"...Relax I'm not trying to fuck you. I know you sometimes get normal behaviors mixed up
with flirting," he added when he saw her face turning slightly red. (Y/N) scoffed, hoping that
he would've forgotten that little incident by now.

With a swift movement he threw on a tight black long sleeve shirt and then tossed a similar
one to (Y/N). "I'll close my eyes," he said sarcastically as she glared over at him. Sugawara
placed his palms over his eyes dramatically and began counting, making sure to say
Mississippi after every number he called out. It was clear in that moment how the man could
become a kindergarten teacher.

When he reached to ten Mississippi's he opened his eyes. Perhaps he was a second off on his
counting, because when he looked to (Y/N) his eyes he caught just the slightest glimpse of
bare skin as she pulled the shirt over her torso.

"Suga?"

"Er—Yeah?" He replied, realizing he had been staring at her.

"What's that?" She asked, pointing to a large bulge in his pants. Sugawara shook his head
rapidly, frantically reaching down to the lump as (Y/N) began to snicker to herself . However
when her eyes caught the flash of metal she fell completely silent.

"A gun?" (Y/N) stuttered as her eyes widen.

"Relax," Sugawara sighed, flipping the pistol around his pointer finger. "The safety is on and
I don't plan on shooting anyone..."

"...It's just in case."

(Y/N) knew that it was just a precaution, however she also knew who could possibly end up
on the other side of the pistol. She wanted to help the Miya's, not end up getting them killed.
"If it makes you feel better you can hold it," Sugawara says as he opens the driver's side door,
leaping out from the van and in to the alleyway. (Y/N) followed him, walking along his side
as they paced down the dark road.

"I don't think—"

"—Here, I'll show you how to hold it," Sugawara replies with a smile, stepping behind her
and wrapping his arms over her shoulder. He placed the pistol in her hands and then encased
his fingers around her and the gun. He was incredibly close to her, body heat radiating and
causing her cheeks to go flush. His lips were a mere inch away from her ear as he explained
the parts of the gun—however (Y/N) couldn't pay attention in the slightest. This felt far too
intimate for her liking.

"Forget it," (Y/N) says quickly, ducking out from under him and continuing down the
alleyway.

Sugawara doesn't understand exactly why he feels disappointed that she moved away from
him, but he does.

"C'mon, you need to show me where to go," she calls out to him when he begins to lag
behinds. Snapping out of his haze he nods his head and adjusted the grip around his gun.

Following Sugawara (Y/N) felt her heart pumping hard in her chest, practically feeling her
pulse in her ears. She prayed that Kuroo had gotten her message and warned Atsumu,
because if he hadn't it would soon be too late to change the outcome of all of this.

The door creaked open, leaving Suga and (Y/N) grimacing at the noise. Two fingers signaled
that the coast was clear and she followed silently behind Suga.

The restaurant was comprised of three main areas: Kitchen, dine-in/counter, and the storage
room which overlooked both areas. Sugawara led them to the storage room. He remained low
to the ground and kept one hand at his waist where the gun was clipped.

The large metal doors were propped open and remained encased in a layer of dark shadows.
Up further ahead was a tiny lamp which sat at the register, making it clear that Osamu was
still inside.

"Follow me," Suga mouthed to (Y/N) as they continued to make their way to the storage
room. (Y/N) noticed that Sugawara's hand was extended behind him, prompting for her to
grab ahold of him. "It's not like that," she heard his voice utter barely above a whisper. "I just
want to make sure you can keep up."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and interlaced her fingers with his own, feet moving briskly to keep up
with his pace as they snuck behind the large metal doors and in to the storage room. His grip
on her hand was strong but still had a tenderness about it that made her question his
reasoning behind holding on to her.

Suddenly there was a loud clang that sounded from behind them. Sugawara stood up,
drawing the gun with on hand and pulling (Y/N) against his chest with the other. The sound
of footsteps coming from deep within the storage room was followed by a long and droned
out sigh.

"Whaddya doin in the shop?"

(Y/N) noticed Suga didn't even flinch when the voice called out to him. He remained stoic
and held tightly to her as his gun pointed to a smug looking golden hair man.

"Samu, you got some people hangin' in the storage room," the blonde sighed as he walked
past the pair as calmly as ever. (Y/N) could tell Atsumu recognized her, because his eyes
lingered just a second longer on her figure as he gestured for the two to follow him.

'Samu' was his twin brother, who had the same tall and broad build as Atsumu. The only
difference between the twins were their hair colors and contrasting demeanors.

"Ah man," Osamu sighed, glancing at his brother and back to (Y/N) and Suga.

"I'm sorry for the elaborate entrance, but we have evidence that tells us your brother here is
part of an illegal street racing gang," Suga announces, lowering his gun but keeping his hand
on the trigger.

(Y/N) looks frantically back and forth between Osamu and Atsumu. She notices that neither
one is panicking, the same content smirk upon their identical faces. If was safe to say that
Kuroo had warned the pair, because neither seemed to be concerned with the allegations.
Atsumu didn't even rebuttal when Suga asked him a various array of questions.

"Tsumu? He can barely remember to flush, what the hell makes you think he can participate
in something so elaborate?" His brother chimes in, receiving a dirty look from Atsumu.

"Are we done here? 'Cause I've got ten packages of rice to unload by sunrise for this ass-
hole," Atsumu sighs when Suga had crossed out every question on his list. Sugawara smelled
like defeat when he turned to (Y/N) and gestured her to follow him back outside.

"Thanks for your time."

"Mhm—Anytime," they said politely.

"C'mon, obviously this was pointless," Suga sighed dejectedly. However (Y/N) only followed
him out halfway, she stopped right at the back door and looked at him with a blank
expression.

"I'm gonna stay a little bit longer."

He gave her a look that said 'are you crazy' as he tugged on her wrist. (Y/N) couldn't tell him
the truth, but the least she could do was give him an understandable excuse as to why she
needed to stay behind.

"Don't you think there's a better chance of them confessing to a pretty girl rather than some
gun wielding kindergarten teacher?"
 Suga ponders the thought for a moment in his head before responding.

"Yeah, but for that plan to work we need a pretty girl?"

(Y/N) rolls her eyes pulling her hand away when he finally lets go of her wrist. She took his
sarcastic response as a positive thing, deciding that this would be where they parted ways for
the night.

Just as (Y/N) turned the opposite direction to head back inside the restaurant Sugawara
clears his throat and catches her attention one more time.

"Stay safe, partner."

Chapter End Notes

if there was ever a chapter i’d love to see fan art for this is definitely one of them…suga
with a gun and dressed in black? purrrrrr
 Benzos and Crows
Chapter Summary

warnings:
•angst that made me cry ngl•
•light smut•

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

"I fuckin' hate you," Atsumu spits as Osamu throws a wad of cash from the register at him.
(Y/N) sits in awe, watching the pile of five stacks, that held at least three hundred dollars, fall
to the floor. Inside the cash register was a plethora more of these bundles. And sitting in
another small slot that was usually meant for change was l numerous different pills.

"Benzo's, Percocet's?" Osamu begins to shout back as he throws various pills on to the
ground. "You put illegal cash and pills inside my stores cash register?"

"It was a gift!"

(Y/N) sits awkwardly in the dining area of the restaurant, legs crossed and hands in her lap.
When she first arrived back inside the shop (Y/N) had the intention of asking for some Ongiri
with the spicy salmon filling—she hadn't eaten since breakfast—and then running by a few
questions. However the Miya twins hadn't stopped arguing since she arrived and she hadn't
had the chance to ask them a single question.

"I don't need your charity you Yakuza shit bag," Osamu growled. (Y/N) watched as he
walked out from behind the counter, eyes immediately latching on to his thighs. There were
various scars, some faded after proper care and others still slashed pink across his flesh.

"I was the one who paid for the surgeries after the fuckin' accident," Atsumu spat back,
picking up the pills from the floor and popping the smallest white one in between his lips. He
gulps, no water necessary to choke back whatever the substance was. "The least you can do is
accept this stuff! I mean you didn't seem to—"

"—I paid you back Tsumu! I paid you every last dime 'nd then told you to go fuck yerself,"
Osamu crosses the room, the slightest bit of a hesitation as he moves his legs.

"Uh—Excuse me?"

Their eyes turn to (Y/N) whom they had completely forgotten about. She shuffled awkwardly
in her seat and gave the pair a kind smile. "Before you kill each other I just wanted to
apologize for bringing you both so much trouble."
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," they say in unison, which only causes more of a scowl to
imprint on their identical faces.

"I've gotten use to this shit heads antics," Osamu sighs with a breath of discontent. "Although
I thought after I quit racin' he would've stopped draggin' me in tuh all this bullshit."

(Y/N) can tell that they weren't born and raised in the city, much less the suburbs. They both
forced down their rural accents, making it clear that both of them were trying to suppress
whatever they could from their past. "Tsukishima told me about that," (Y/N) says referring to
the car accident the twins had.

Atsumu stands up abruptly and reaches inside his jacket pocket. With nothing but a quick
glance over at Samu, he suddenly takes out his gun, slamming it down in front of Osamu.
"I'm not stayin' in here and playing tweni-won questions," he spits. "I'll wait outside until you
and Miss-FBI to finish up."

Osamu doesn't seem phased by his brothers behavior, in fact he doesn't even flinch when
Atsumu picks the gun back up and sticks it in his pocket. There was a feeling of resentment
that lingered from Atsumu's presence, looming around long after he left.

"Don't hold it against him," Osamu sighs, taking a seat and stretching out his legs. "We love
each other."

"Yeah," (Y/N) snickers. "Seems like it."

Osamu gives a weak smile, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. Across his
hands are several more scars, this time they traced from his knuckles down to the tendons in
his wrist.

"They're from the accident," Osamu blurts out when he sees her eyes lingering on his body.

"I'm sorry I—"

"—I'm guessin' his racer friends didn't really tell ya a whole lot 'bout it?"

She shakes her head, feeling guilty that she was forcing him to bring up what seemed like
painful memories. Osamu sighs, something he had been doing quit a bit since Atsumu had
blessed him with his presence.

"Tsumu and I were racing partners," he begins to explain with the ghost of a smile upon his
face. "We wouldn't ever dare to race without each other back then."

" Man we were sum' else too. We'd win almost every race we entered and leave Bokuto and
those other assholes in the dust."

(Y/N) could practically feel the nostalgia radiating from Osamu. His eyes were closed, hands
clenched slightly on his lap as if he was holding a steering wheel. Although he was nothing
but a mundane restaurant owner now, it was clear that Osamu's heart had once laid on the
race track.
"One day, Atsumu asked me if he could be the driver, something 'bout 'wantin to be
responsible for some of our victories as well'. And 'cuz he's my brother and sometimes I feel
the need to be nice...I said yes."

The smile on his face starts to diminish, leaving parted lips with twitching corners.

"We started arguing over something during the race...It's funny...Now I can't even remember
what it was about."

Nothing about this seemed funny. In fact (Y/N) began to wish that he never brought up the
accident. She was perfectly okay with the vague information she had received from
Tsukishina and the others. Yet the girl couldn't tell Osamu to stop, she just sat there in silence
watching the light fade from his eyes.

"Suddenly Atsumu took his eyes off the road to look over at me...The exact same time
another racer went to cut him off."

He didn't need to go in to anymore details. (Y/N) could tell by the look in his eyes just what
had happened after that.

"He only gotta few scrapes and bruises but me?...I was in a coma for five days and then
couldn't walk for close to ten weeks," Osamu says in a low and quiet voice, a mere whisper
compared to how he sounded when arguing with his twin.

(Y/N) couldn't even begin to imagine the anger that Osamu must've felt, knowing that it was
Atsumu's fault for the scares upon his body.

However Osamu never once uttered a word of hostility or rage.

"I told him it wasn't his fault. That if the shoe was on the other foot I knew he wouldn't of
blamed me either."

(Y/N) was taken back by what he said. And then it clicked, she begun to realize that it wasn't
Osamu who should've been a mess...It was Atsumu. The person who felt all the rage, the
hatred, sorrow, it was him.

"He just lost it after that..."

"...Started fuckin' with the real gangs, getting all our friends in to illegal shit."

Osamu's voice gets slightly louder when he mentions the others. It's clear that he no longer
affiliated with the gang, nor did he race any more. Yet he was still genuinely angered by the
choices of those whom he had once called his family.

"Y'know there ain't nothin' scarier than a man who feels he's responsible for a loved ones
downfall."

It was as if someone flipped the switch inside (Y/N)'s mind. The accident had to of been the
catalyst for all of this.
Atsumu started all of this dirty work to help his brother pay for surgeries and for the
restaurant. From what little she knew about the others it was safe to say that they too had
loved ones and issues that needed tending to as well. Drugs, fraud, money laundering, these
were easy ways to to make ends meet for whatever they needed.

It was clear that the illegal activities that everyone participated in weren't done because they
were bad people; But because they had something to loose. The accident only woke everyone
up and caused them to follow in Atsumu's footsteps.

(Y/N) should've known by the way they raced that none of them could ever afford to loose.

Sitting in that little restaurant during the middle of the night (Y/N) began to see everything
in a much clearer light.

If she could just change the course of the polices investigation then perhaps she could get
them off of everyone's tail. As long as she made sure Daichi and the other investigators only
looked on the surface—ignoring things like family connections, medical history, etc.— Then
there would be no possible way they'd ever truthfully find anything to arrest them for.
Although, that would hold true only if she was correct about the reasoning behind all of their
crimes.

"They dragged you in to this...Didn't they?" Samu asks, stopping her train of thought.

"I volunteered to work as a double agent."

Osamu shook his head in disbelief. The way he saw it he and (Y/N) were one in the same.
Osamu left racing behind, he wanted to turn a new leaf and forget about all of it. Yet every
corner he turned, he somehow wound up getting tangled in more of their affairs. It was safe
to say that (Y/N) was no different.

"The police...They won't stop comin'."

It was as if he read her mind. Causing (Y/N)'s expression to diminish in to nothing but a
blank gaze.

"Take my advice. 'Cause if anyone knows the consequences of all of this, it's me..."

Osamu's eyes latch on to hers. The eye contact so intense that (Y/N) could feel the chills
running up her spine.

"...Make them stop. Stop all the crime, all of the illegal shit they've been doin'."

Osamu leans forward, elbows resting on his knees and hands interlaced together.

"And if you can't make them stop then you better get him back. 'Cause I know he'll be able
to."

"Him?"

"Shoyo Hinata."
(Y/N)'s eyes widen, the puzzle continued gaining more and more pieces.

"The Corbeau?"

Osamu snickered at the nick name, it had been years since he heard someone call Shoyo such
a thing.

"I always told those guys: If trash like us ever sits out for too long the crow will come
pecking..."

He glances down at his shoes, laughing slightly despite a look of despair on his face.

"...I guess the day has come. The trash that we are has become sour...And the crow has to
return."

"He tell you sum sob story?" Atsumu asks when (Y/N) climbs in to the passenger seat. She
rolls her eyes, finding his lack of empathy a bit annoying. Although when (Y/N) remembered
how guilty she felt for the blonde a few moments back, she let his comment slide.

"And if he did?"

Atsumu shrugs, forearms tensing as he turns the wheel to exit out of the parking lot.

"Well then I'm guessing yer feeling fired up? Ready to go crack some skulls or sum'?"

"How'd you know?" She replies dryly, although the copper haired boy was incredibly
accurate. With Osamu's little monologue she suddenly felt one step ahead, soon she'd let
Kuroo and the others know about her plan.

"Samu's got that kinda disposition that makes ya feel like you can punch an elephant or fight
a crocodile," Atsumu says flatly, as if what he said wasn't extremely comical.

(Y/N) laughs a bit under her breath, feeling oddly calm as the street lights passed by over
head. She could tell just how cautiously Atsumu was driving, staying perfectly in his lane and
keeping his eyes glued to the road. If only I had been this good a driver back then, he thought
to himself.

"I'm not elated enough to abuse zoo animals, but I'm feeling pretty good nonetheless."

"You're one lucky duck," Atsumu replies, taking the first exit on to the highway—Somehow
everyone knew exactly where she lived.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't feel happiness like that without pills nowadays," he shrugs, the red glow from brake
lights up ahead tinted his face.

What a sad thing it was to admit such a thing without any remorse. Atsumu said it as if it was
perfectly okay to loose ones sense of emotion.

"That explains the pills in the cash register."

"Nah," Atsumu shakes his head. "I left those for Samu. He refuses to take pain meds but then
cries in the storage room about how bad his muscles ache..."

"...That's my fault too."

(Y/N) shakes her head, unable to stomach any more sad stories or feelings of pity.

"Osamu said that he doesn't blame you—"

"—Like I give a shit? The whole world ended for me when I hurt him."

The car goes silent. (Y/N) sits back in her seat, letting her eyes glaze over as she stares
blankly out the window. Atsumu yet again takes extreme precaution when getting off the
highway, hands on two and ten, foot barely pressing on the gas.

"You seem much more of a reckless driver on the track," (Y/N) finally speaks up,
remembering how furious Atsumu got during the first race.

"I always drive safe when there's someone in my passenger seat..."

When he pulls up in front of (Y/N)'s apartment building his eyes look dead, glancing over at
her face with a blank expression.

"...I'm only careless when I drive solo because I don't care if I crash."

He looks up at her, stoic and solemn, without the slightest bit of joy on his face.

(Y/N) suddenly lurches over the center console, hands grabbing either side of Atsumu's face
as she brings his lips to hers. He doesn't pull back, allowing the kiss to deepen for a moment.
Lips tender and soft, such warmth radiating from his body despite seeming so cold and
distant.

"I'm sorry," (Y/N) whispered when she pulled her lips away from his, her face hovering
close. "I just wanted to see if I could get you to feel something."

Without hesitation Atsumu pulls her back in, lips meeting hers with a passion that she hadn't
felt yet. His hands held her cheeks, pulling (Y/N) closely so that her entire body leaned
forward. Her hands rested on his torso, finger slightly clinging to his shirt's fabric.

Atsumu lowered one hand, keeping his lips attached to (Y/N)'s as he reached down to
unbuckle her seatbelt. With minimal effort he pulls her across the console, letting her rest in
his lap with her back pressed against the steering wheel.
It felt almost wrong, kissing him because of all the damaged things that came from his
mouth, yet (Y/N) couldn't pull away. Even if he stayed this way, numb and remorseful, at
least he seemed to have a spark within him in this moment.

"Your bra is annoyin," he says, (Y/N) feeling his lips curl in to a smile as he struggled to
unclip her bra. She found herself giggling like a little girl, reaching back and guiding his hand
to release the fabric around her breasts. "Huh, it was that easy?" Atsumu laughs, taking in the
sight of her bare breasts with wide eyes. (Y/N) felt her cheeks turn slightly pink under such
an astonished gaze. He acted like this was the first time he had seen a pair of breasts before,
sitting there with a cheeky smile and a flushed face.

Leaning forward he trailed kisses down her cleavage, circling back up to attach his mouth on
to her nipple. Soft moans escaped from his lips as his teeth grazed over them, taking the other
breast in his left hand and gently kneading it between his fingers.

"That feels good," (Y/N) sighed, rolling her hips forward slightly over his crotch. Atsumu
continued sucking on her flesh, allowing his hands to roam down to her waist and tug off her
bottoms. Lifting her leg slightly she allowed Atsumu to drag her panties off and discard them
somewhere in the backseat.

The second she had become naked his right hand reached down to her pussy. Index and
middle finger spreading her out before he curled his fingers inside of her. "Fuck," Atsumu
grunted when he felt how wet she was, stroking his finger deep within her cunt.

(Y/N) lurched forward, hands gripping on to his broad shoulders for support as he continued
to pump his fingers inside of her. Normally she would need something more set her off, but
the gratification of having him reciprocate those feelings of lust already placed butterflies in
her stomach.

Atsumu felt empty, yet the moment she had touched him there was a spark that lit inside the
two of them. As she felt him hold on to her bare body it was like electricity was surging
through her veins. "It's okay," Atsumu says in a low and throaty voice. “You can keeping
grinding on my hand."

(Y/N) had been so absorbed in her own thought she hadn't even noticed how roughly she had
been moving her hips. Atsumu continued to slide his fingers in and out of her cunt, finding a
rhythm that matched with the grinding of her hips. A feint smile appeared on his lips at the
sound of his fingers diving in to her wet pussy.

"Ya hear that?” He sighs, tilting his head forward so that he could plant wet kisses down her
neck. His teeth nipped lightly on her skin, trailing down to her collar bones that flexed
whenever she squeezed on to his shoulders. A string of whimpers left her lips as his tongue
slid in to her mouth, eating up every moan that she had to offer.

Atsumu began moving faster now, pumping his fingers harder and deeper within her at a
feverish pace. (Y/N) squeezed her eyes shut and dug her finger nails in to the rounds of his
shoulders. “Even if I’m the worst person alive,” Atsumu says in a breathy voice. “At least I
can make a girl cum.”
 His free hand slithered up her waist and dug in to the curvature of her side. With a sheer
amount of force he began to sink her up and down over his hand, finger tips grazing her
cervix. “I’m—I’m,” was all (Y/N) could make out as she tried to tell the blonde she was
going to cum. However Atsumu already knew. He could tell by the way her face scrunched
up and the way her chest was rising and falling that she was in shambles.

The feeling of her walls clenching around his index caused him to groan slightly, pushing his
hips up against her ass. (Y/N) felt her entire body become lit on fire, head thrown back as she
rode out her orgasm.

With a smirk upon his Atsumu slowly slipped his fingers out, placing them in to his mouth
and letting obscene slurping noise escape from his lips. (Y/N) watched embarrassingly as he
licked them clean. Their bodies were sweaty and the temperature inside the car had to of gone
up ten degrees from their activities.

“Whaddya doin’?” Atsumu asks when he feels her hand slowly slide down to his crotch,
palming his erection.

“I want to make you feel good too,” (Y/N) replied with an innocence that made him go
completely feral. Yet Atsumu didn’t act on these urges, instead he grabbed her hand and
pulled it away from him. Then, with the same amount of effort as before, he threw her off of
his lap and placed her back in to the passenger seat.

“I don’t deserve it sweetheart,” he replies sweetly, although it only provoked a frown from
(Y/N). In an attempt to see her smile again Atsumu leans back over and places a soft kiss
upon her cheek.

“Don’t feel bad,” Atsumu whispered to her. “You’re the first person to make me feel
something in months.”

He pulls away, a look of content—almost happiness upon his face when they lock eyes
against.

“I’ll earn you. Not because of some sort of lust for victory but because I want to be the
person you deserve.”

(Y/N) was taken back by his response. Quickly she shook her head, wanting to clear any
misinterpretations of superiority that he felt.

“You don’t have to earn me I’m—”

“When I become happy with who I am. When I finally feel like I deserve a little bit of
pleasure…”

“…I’ll make sure to come to you. The girl who finally made me feel something.”

Chapter End Notes

LONGEST AN IN THE HISTORY OF FAN FICS…

anyways…i’m currently deciding on the ending of the story (we’re still a ways away
don’t worry) but i’m stuck between picking a happier one or a more open ending…

also…the song “eyes on me”…ya know that bo burnham song…was almost gonna be
the name of the chapter because i felt like it suited Atsumu and Osamu a lotttt (i also put
the dialogue “like I give a shit” in there bc of that)

ANYWAYS!! thank you for the constant support and if you ever see anything or post
anything about the fan fic make sure to tag me ! (tiktok:mitsuyasgirlfriendd)
 Laptop’s and Alibi’s

"What the fuck."

Sugawara was standing above (Y/N) with the demeanor of an angry mother. It was close to
sunrise—(Y/N) had only been asleep for about half an hour— and Sugawara had been
waiting impatiently for her to get wake up.

"Don't 'what the fuck' me," Sugawara barks, arms crossed over his chest. Behind him, in the
kitchen, was Yui and Daichi who were in bathrobes and calmly drinking coffee. Within the
short amount of time she was sleeping there was certainly a lot to catch up on.

Suga leans down, hand gripping her wrist tightly as he pulled her closer to his mouth. "No
phone call? No 'oh don't worry I didn't get shot and killed' or something like that?" Sugawara
spits? referring to their mission last night. Anger radiating anger from every pore in his body.

"Everything okay in there you two lovebirds?" Yui calls out from the kitchen, Daichi
snickering at her side. From their point of view it looked like Sugawara had pulled (Y/N) in
for a kiss, rather than to lecture her.

The word lovebird's causes (Y/N) to wake up almost immediately. Sitting up from the couch
and eyeing Suga concerningly. "Lovebirds?" She hissed, eyes narrowing down in anger.
Suddenly their roles were reversed, Suga now wore the guilty expression and (Y/N) was now
seething.

"I—uh. I Told them we went on a date last night."

A look of horror appeared on (Y/N)'s face. Panicking she looked to Yui and Daichi who were
spectating her and Suga's entire conversation. "That Tsukishima guy seemed nice. I wish you
would've told me the two of you broke up," Yui frowned slightly, reaching out to wipe the
coffee mustache that Daichi had formed.

(Y/N) forced a bittersweet smile upon her face as she looked at Yui. "I was just too upset to
say anything," she lies, trying to somehow catch on to the web of lies that both her and Suga
had strung.

It was one thing to fib about leftovers or who didn't flush the toilet, but now the lies she was
spinning were becoming far too personal. If Yui ever found out that any of this was fake,
(Y/N) couldn't even fathom the rift that would form between them.

Quickly she reached out and grabbed a hold of Sugawara's hand, pulling him out of the line
of site of the happy couple in the kitchen. "Suga and I are gonna go for a quick walk," (Y/N)
announces with a wide fake smile.
 "Okay! When you guys get back breakfast should be done," Daichi replies and gives them a
small little wave goodbye.

"Don't make out for too long out there!" Yui teases, winking at (Y/N)'s whose eyes were
widening in disgust and shock. "Oh don't worry!" She replied, winking at her friends while
her finger nails dug painfully deep in to Suga's wrist.

The pair exits the apartment, closing the door behind them softly. They stood facing each
other outside in the hallway, letting a few seconds of silence pass between them.

"What the hell," (Y/N) finally says in a hushed but rageful tone.

Sugawara grimaced, running a hand through his messy gray hair. "Last night I came back to
the office after leaving you. When I got there Daichi was finishing up paperwork and started
asking me a bunch of questions..."

He turns away from her and looks at his shoes, seeming a bit embarrassed by the whole
affair.

"...So I lied and said that you left something in your office before our date and I went to get
it."

(Y/N)'s scowl was still imprinted on her face, but she felt the slightest bit of pity for him. He
was oblivious to her real motivations, simply a pawn in the plan that she forced herself to
participate in. Yet to Sugawara this was all painfully real, which meant that every action had
real consequences.

(Y/N) knew that if the shoe was on the other foot she would've panicked and told some
horrendous lie as well. Although she doubted that the first thing that would pop in to her head
would be 'we were on a date'.

A good lie has to involve a bit of truth. Which meant that for Sugawara to lie about such a
thing he had to...

"Suga?" (Y/N) calls out when the unspoken truth starts to resonate. She noticed that he had
began walking down the hallway, hands in his pocket and feet shuffling on the carpet floor.
Quickly she catches up to him, calling out his name once more when she reaches his side.

"Sugawar—"

"—If I knew you had a boyfriend I wouldn't of..." His voice trails off, the slightest bit of a
blush returning on his milky skin. (Y/N) stops walking, standing completely still in the
hallway of the apartment building. The man had lost his sarcastic and cocky attitude, seeming
far more approachable now.

"It's not like that."

"What do you mean? I literally just broke up with your boyfriend for you—"

"—I don't have a boyfriend Suga."

His face is scrunched up in to a look of confusion and concern. Eyes scanning (Y/N) to see if
she was joking, however the girl harbored no humor in her tone.

"What? But—"

"—When the time is right I'll explain it all to you. But right now we need to focus on Shoyo
Hinata."

It was around noon and the day felt like it had gone on for forever. (Y/N) had gotten out of
office work—telling Daichi and Sugawara it was her time of the month was enough of a
reason to get them to shut up. However this left nothing but free time to sit in her room and
panic over every little detail that she had learned.

"How the hell can I call that Hinata guy," (Y/N) mumbled to herself as she continued down
the google page. Loads of past records popped up, silly things like middle school photos and
family obituaries. Scrolling through the internet it seemed like someone had erased an entire
chunk of Hinata's life.

And that's when it hit her.

"Kuroo," (Y/N) says urgently in to the phone, recieving a few mumbles and groans in return.
His contact name was printed in bold letters, showing that he was of upmost important to the
girl during this time.

"It's too early for phone calls."

"Kuroo it's almost one in the afternoon," she replies flatly, chewing on the end of her pen as
she awaited his response. His voice was low and raspy, sounding slightly muffled across the
phone as he slowly adjusted to being awake.

"What is it."

"Can you tell Tsukishima or Kenma to meet me at the club?"

Another set of angry groans and bitter remarks leave his mouth. There's a loud shuffling
followed by static, signifying that (Y/N) had gotten Kuroo to escape the confines of his bed
and wake up.

"I haven't talked to Kei since he left, no one knows where he is," Kuroo says with the slightest
bit of remorse in his voice. "I think Kenma might be free..."

There's another pause, followed by the sound of Kuroo yelling. (Y/N) holds back her laugh,
realizing that it was Kenma who Kuroo was screaming out to.
"K— STATIC—ma! Wake the fu—up! You—STATIC—okay?"

(Y/N) lowered the volume on her phone. Holding the speaker a bit further from her ear until
she heard the yelling stop.

"He said he can meet you around four?"

"Good. And what about you?"

"Me? I'm going the fuck back to bed princess," Kuroo mutters, a raspy chuckle leaving his
mouth. "I'll send one of the boys to get you soon?"

"Sounds good."

"Good night sweetheart."

Just as Kuroo said, a car had pulled up in front of (Y/N)'s apartment complex to pick her up.
It was a soft shade of charcoal and had windows so black that you couldn't even see who was
inside an inch away from the vehicle.

(Y/N) carried a large purse—one that she had bought during her spree with Bokuto and
Akaashi. Inside held a laptop, multiple police files, two changes of clothes, and a wad of cash
that could easily buy her anything she needed.

"Open up," (Y/N) said as she tapped on the passenger door window. The glass was practically
black, obstructing her view from the outside and leaving it impossible to see who was inside
the car. The passenger window rolled down with a creek and let out a cloud of marijuana
smoke that wafted right in to her face.

"Hop in back," A voice called out through the cloud.

"Mattsu?" (Y/N) asks when she is able to make out his face through the cloud of smoke. His
hand is littered with stray tattooed and his eyes were red and squinted. Yet Mattsuwaka was
still as recognizable as ever.

"Hey baby," he winks, lifting the blunt back to his mouth and taking another long drag.
"Semi's in the back he'll keep ya company."

Feeling slightly confused, she wandered to the backseat and opened the door. The trio of
males inside the car had been spending their time hot-boxing the vehicle. When (Y/N)
opened the backseat door not even the wind could air out the interior of the car, a haze of
marijuana smoke remained.
"Nice to see you again," Semi smirked, holding a baby pink pipe in his hand. It seemed tiny
compared to how large his palms were.

"It smells like a dispensary in here," (Y/N) chuckles, practically getting a contact high from
just sitting in the backseat.

"Nah Hanamaki just farted that's what your smelling," Mattsu replies plainly, a verse of
shrewd rebuttals escaping his friends mouth.

"Mattsu's smoked one too many and now thinks he's a fucking comedian," Makki replies
bitterly, raising his right hand off the steering wheel and hitting his friend in the lower
stomach.

"Dude you're gonna give me a boner," Mattsu said, winking at Makki who once again began
to mutter something under his breath.

Mattsu turns his entire body and looks at (Y/N) in the back seat. His silver chains laid
gracefully on his tan and defined collarbones, the initial M hanging right in the middle of his
chest. "Watch this," he mouths, teeth biting his lip ever so gently.

Semi scoots closer in to (Y/N)'s personal space, a smile tugging at his pink lips. The tattoos
that were on his neck seemed unfinished, like sketches you would find on a young girls math
notes. They moved up and down with each breath and swallow he took, ink dancing along his
milky flesh. "Hanamaki's gonna kill this guy," Semi snickers, and jerks his head to the fair
haired driver.

Mattsu dramatically gasps and turns to his friend.

"Shit! Makki did you grab the DN?"

"What the fuck? D what—"

"Oh my god you got him," Semi whispered, wheezing hysterically from the backseat. Tears
began to well up in his eyes as he tried to choke back his laughter.

"D-N? I don't get it. What did I forgot to grab?"

Mattsu takes Makki's free hand and violently slams it over his crotch. "Deez nuts."

The Semi and Mattsu haired boy begin laughing uncontrollably. The sound of their wheezes
and cackles is heard louder than the engine and the radio combined. Makki continues to sit in
his seat, face flushed red with anger and embarrassment as he glares bitterly at his two
friends.

"Candice wouldn't ever do that," Hanamki spits back, brows furrowing in rage.

Mattsuwaka turns slightly, facing Makki with a confused face. "Candice? Whose Candice."

(Y/N) now chokes back her laughter. Her and Semi staring at each other with tears welling in
their eyes, astonished by the men's stupidity. "Oh my god," Semi mouths, folding his hands
and covering his face with his palms.

"Can-dice dick fit in your mouth?"

"When your done doing Kuroo's dirty work give us a call," Mattsu winks when they drop
(Y/N) off at the front of the strip club.

"As long as you promise not to smoke me out again," she laughed, waving them goodbye and
beginning to walk across the parking lot.

The strip club was empty, the girls still an hour or two away from arrival for their nightly
shift. Inside, sitting like a cat in the bar stool, was Kenma. "Hey," was all he said when (Y/N)
entered the building.

"You have the place to yourself, huh?"

"Uhuh," Kenma mumbled, absorbed in the computer screen rather than their conversation.
Feeling slightly out of place, (Y/N) took a seat next to him and waited for his attention to fall
on to her.

"Why'd you wanna meet with me?"

"Because I figured you would know why there's practically no information about Hinata on
the web," (Y/N) replies rather impatiently. When Kenma turns to face (Y/N) she notices his
appearance had changed slightly, his skin had become slightly paler and he had dark circles
under his eyes.

"Yeah I erased most of his records."

He spoke like what he did was easy, no frown or bitterness in his voice. Then, Kenma turned
back around and focused on the computer. "Hinata was one of my closest friends. I owe him
a lot so I did it as a favor," he says, waiting for a large file to load upon the screen. "If you're
so fascinated with him, here's his phone number and current address."

(Y/N) thought he was joking at first, but when she sees the contact information displayed
across the screen she realizes Kenma was quite serious. She had spent two hours- not
counting the week that her and Sugawara had spent- looking in to Hinata's records. It took
Kenma a matter of seconds to pull up more information than she could've ever imagined.

"Are you serious? You're gonna let me read all of this?" She asks astonishingly, leaning over
the computer screen with wide eyes. Suddenly Kenma's large hand slides over the keys,
stopping (Y/N) from scrolling any further. "As long as you stay after and lock this place up,"
Kenma adds in a solemn tone.
"Huh?"

He backs away, seeming rather embarrassed about the matter. "I hate staying here alone."
Kenma explains. "If you lock up before the girls come then you can keep my lap top till the
next race."

It seemed like an unfair trade off, barely twenty minutes of work for over 200 files of
information. Yet (Y/N) was in no place to be ethical about things, she had a crow to track
down. Nodding her head she gave Kenma a large grin, gesturing for him to go on his way.

"You're the best!"

"Not really!"

Within a minute Kenma was gone, and (Y/N) was left staring at the computer screen
flabbergasted. She figured she could spare a few minutes to take a peak at the files. How hard
could locking up the club be?
 Black and Silk

From the back room of the Strip Club, the sound of a chair being dragged across the stage
was heard. At first, it was nothing but white noise, a sound that (Y/N) shrugged off as air
conditioning vents or maybe even a mouse. However, as the time passed and the noise
continued, it was clear that she was no longer alone.

After Kenma had left she began to put everything away, as well as prep for the dancers who
would be coming in for their shifts. It was light work, things like locking the doors or making
sure light switches were working. That is until that noise started.

With a broom in one hand- (Y/N)'s weapon of choice- and her phone's flashlight in the other
hand, she lurked out of the back room and began to walk toward the main stage. The familiar
glow of ambiance lighting lit up her pathway, lighting that (Y/N) strictly remembered turning
off. With her heart pounding in her chest she stopped just short of the main area, peeking her
head out from the hallway.

Sitting almost too calmly in the center of the room was a young man. His black hair was
glossy, picking up the red and blue tints that came from the lights overhead like a charcoal-
colored opal. He wore nothing but a pair of black slacks, the fabric taut over his large thigh
muscles, and a black button-down shirt. He was ominous, cloaked in dark colors, and simply
sitting there as if his presence was expected.

(Y/N) was unsure what to do at first, observing him from her place in the hall with the
broomstick in hand. It seems a shame to kick someone so hot out, she thought to herself,
watching intently as he recrossed his muscular legs. Gazing at him she remembered a
conversation which Kita and Suna had whilst on their yacht.

He likes to act as if he's the sole owner...But he, Sakusa, and I all co-own it...

Sakusa- the name was said a few times in her head before it clicked. Sitting in all his 'glory'
by the main stage was Kiyoomi Sakusa, the third member of Kita and Suna's racing group.

With her hand gripping looser on the broom (Y/N) smiled widely, realizing she had one of
the richer members of the racers sitting in the middle of a strip club. And it just so happened
that she had the keys to the wardrobe room.

Quietly, as if she was a mouse running away from a cat, (Y/N) moved down the hall and back
toward the dressing and storage rooms. With a devious smile printed on her face, she undid
all of her work, unlocking all the cabinets and flickering on all of the lights.

Sitting almost directly in front of her eyes was a black silk slip dress. It wasn't nearly as loud
or as colorful as some of the other bustiers or lingerie. She wouldn't have even considered
such a plain-looking piece of fabric to be lingerie at all. Which is why it was perfect. Kita and
Suna had already proven to her how much they enjoyed the elegant lifestyle. And if it was
elegant they wanted, it was elegant they were gonna get.
Sneaking around toward the stage (Y/N) fiddled with the lighting controls- more like
pressing random buttons and hoping for the best. With a slight smirk on her face, she then
connected her phone to the speakers, rolled back her shoulders, and prayed for the best.

"I knew if I sat here long enough I'd get a show."

(Y/N) smiled, her feet dragging along the floor as she approached the very edge of the stage.
Sakusa leans forward, elbows resting on his knees and his hands covering his mouth as his
dark eyes glance up at her. (Y/N)'s body is draped in the plain silk fabric, the black absorbing
all of the light in the room and making her silhouette the center of attention.

"Is that why you're here?" (Y/N) asks quietly, sitting on the very edge of the stage. The black
fabric tightens around her thighs as she sits, riding up her body and almost showing what is
laid underneath. Sakusa still covers his mouth, leaving his expression unreadable.

"Let's change that question. Is my presence enough to get you to wear such an outfit,"

(Y/N) raises her hand to the straps of her dress and slid them off her arms. Sakusa watched
intently, black eyes scanning her body as she then slid the dress completely off of her body.
She laid there, similar to the subject in a painting, and smiled cockily back at him.

"No. It was enough for me to take it off, however," she replies quietly.

Sakusa shuffles in his seat as the inseam of his pants suddenly becomes tighter. He doesn't
reach out toward (Y/N), instead, he simply gestures for him to approach him with the simple
wiggle of a finger.

"Is that how you call a woman over?"

"C'mere, like a good puppy, " Sakusa says lowly in response.

(Y/N)'s eyes scanned down to his crotch, tight black fabric contouring his erection which
grew just at the sight of her. She was never one for pet names, much less being treated like a
literal pet, but it was far too late to back out of this now. She wasn't just coming here to watch
the candle burn out, she was prepared to dose herself in kerosine.

"Want me to bark for you too?" (Y/N) asks sarcastically as she stands before Sakusa.

"This is a filthy place, and you're a filthy little dog."

His words did not match his actions. While Sakusa called her dirty, his hands slowly settled
on the curvature of her body, gliding his clean palms over her skin- soiling his cleanliness.
Her skin was bare, cold against Sakusa's warm fingertips.

"If all shows were like this I'd come to this place far more often," he admits, placing a kiss on
the very tip of her breasts. (Y/N)'s skin is dotted with goosebumps from the contact, arching
her back ever so slightly as he continued to place neat kisses over her breasts.

"Well I'm here for one night and one night only..." (Y/N)'s voice trails off as Sakusa's tongue
runs down her neck.
"...So you better make this worth your while."

The ravenette's hand snakes down her waist, prying her thighs open slightly while he
supports her over his body with his opposite arm. His warm hand rests just above her sex, not
close enough for any satisfaction, but still able to make her squirm in his grasp.

"I'm going to eat you alive."

He suddenly let go of her body, watching her back hit against the edge of the chair. Before
she can sit up his palm is pressed against her neck pinning her to the seat while he situated
her legs over his lap. With far easier access now that she was spread out, he dragged his
fingers across her folds, marveling at how wet she already was.

"Such a dirty little girl, so wet already," he growled, slowly pushing his index and middle
finger inside of her cunt. (Y/N) arched her back up slightly, breathing heavily while his palm
applied pressure onto her windpipe. His fingers curved and thrust against her walls, sending
shivers down her spine with every movement of his fingers.

"O-ow," (Y/N) muttered when he curled them even deeper within her, sensations of pain as
well as pleasure surging through her. Sakusa didn't seem to care about her comfort or
discomfort, he moved according to what he wanted to do.

"Is my little puppy whimpering?" He asks mockingly, receiving nothing but broken moans in
response. "How about I give you something to cry about then?"

His hand lifts from her neck allowing her to take a deep breath. The sound of her gasps is
followed by the clinking sound of a belt buckle coming undone. Sakusa's arms wrap
underneath (Y/N)'s body and lift her from the chair, carrying her toward the stage in his arms
as if she weighed nothing. Her back hits the cool floor, hands still stretched out as she
reached for Sakusa's arms. However, the moment he set her down his focus went to his
clothing, peeling off his dress shirt and boxers to reveal his perfectly sculpted body.

His skin was pale and glistened slightly under the neon stage lights. Across his body were a
few birthmarks that matched the ones on his face, decorating his skin like constellations. But
the only thing (Y/N) could focus on was his torso, ab's that led down to a toned v-line, a
small birthmark dotted right on the edge of his skin.

"See something you like, huh? You really are like a dog begging for a treat," Sakusa grinned
when he noticed her eyes wandering down his body. Suddenly (Y/N) props herself off,
extending her hand so that it gently pressed against his muscular thigh.

"Woof."

Sakusa eyed her for a moment, making sure that he heard that correctly. (Y/N) a bit back the
smirk forming on her lips as she watched his astonished expression. Finally, he smiled, pearly
white teeth peeking out of his pink lips- which did indeed match something else.

"You're just as fascinating as Suna said you were," Sakusa grins, sauntering closer to her on
the stage. His hand pushed against her stomach and sent her lying supine on the stage once
more.

"You and Suna have been talking about me?" She asks slyly, watching his fingertips gently
trace the contour of her body.

"Mhm."

"Oh, well please enlighten me...What have you two spoken about?" She asks calmly.

Sakusa drags both his hands down to her inner thighs and opens her legs once more. The
color floods into his face as he stares at her pussy, wet and spread open just for him to pound
into.

"We talked about how tight you are...Also about how pretty your moans sound," he replies
flatly, dragging his hands down her legs and wrapping them around his waist.

"Is that-"

Her voice is abridged by the feeling of Sakusa's cock diving into her cunt. He snaps his hips
forward with such force that (Y/N)'s moan sounded more like a cry for help. Her hands fly up
toward his forearms, desperately grasping at them only to have them slapped away.

"Don't touch me you dirty little animal," Sakusa mutters, head tilting back as he thrusts inside
of her again.

(Y/N) was practically an incoherent mess, however, she swore she heard Sakusa moan a bit
when he thrust into her once more. As dignified and rich as he made himself out to be, in
between her legs, he was just like any other man. Keeping this in mind (Y/N) arched her back
slightly and watched as his eyes glanced over at her.

"Want me to go deeper?"

"No..." (Y/N) lifts her eyes and stares unwaveringly back at him. "...I want to hear you bark."

Sakusa almost stops breathing, hands cupping her waist as he holds himself inside of her.

"Me? You've made a mistake my little dog."

The grip he has on her ass tightens, fingernails digging into her flesh. He rolls his hips
forward, pushing the tip of his cock as far as it could go inside of her and watching as she
struggled to keep herself up.

"Now be a good pet and shut up," he spits, pulling out and immediately shoving himself back
inside of her. (Y/N)'s eyes squeeze shut and her palms spread out over the floor of the stage,
looking frantically for something to take a hold of. Sakusa's movements are more vicious, the
muscles on his torso contracting and tensing up with every roll of his hips.

"Look at how good you're doing, " he smiles as he dives back inside of her cunt, the sound of
skin hitting skin echoing through the building. "What a good girl."
His hands reached to her shoulders, pushing her down as he lifted his hips upward. Sakusa
created his own rhythm, relentlessly stuffing her full and stretching out her pussy.

Melting as if she was an ice cube, (Y/N) was coming undone quickly. Her body could barely
handle the tempo he was moving at, there was no time to even focus on his movements. All
(Y/N) could do was close her eyes and focus on the feeling of pleasure that was welling up
inside her.

"Such a filthy little pet. Coming to me looking for a good fuck," Sakusa began to say through
gritted teeth, the uneven tone of his voice proving he was close as well.

"I haven't c-cummed yet," (Y/N) replies, hoping the sarcasm was understood despite her
voice's lack of volume. Sakusa chuckles, pushing on her shoulders once more.

"Let me change that," he muttered. Using whatever force he had left, Sakusa jerked (Y/N) up
and against his chest. With the new position, she was essentially his rag doll, pushed up and
down in his arms as he uncoiled himself. Feeling his cock twitch inside of her and the
warmth which came from his cum, (Y/N) threw her head back and tried to roll her hips
forward. The sensation of his hot seed being thrust inside of her, as well as the friction of
their bodies together, was sending her over the edge as well.

"Be a-a good girl and c-cum," Sakusa stammered, eyes squeezing shut as he continued to
pump himself inside of her. (Y/N) sighed, fingernails scratching his shoulders as she felt her
climax arrive. The longer her orgasm continued the more exhausted she became, until (Y/N)
was nothing more than a puddle in Sakusa's arms.

"You know..." Sakusa suddenly chimes in as he sets (Y/N) back down onto the stage.
"...Black really is your color."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm, which is why you should wear that same little outfit tonight."

(Y/N) might've been two seconds from sleeping, but the words tonight had woken her up.

"Tonight?"

"Of course my little pet. I didn't come here just to fuck you, we have business to attend to."
 One Car Short

Shoyo Hinata had truthfully never been happier. He was surrounded by his friends,
competitors, and colleagues on a warm summer day.

Hinata loved a good competition, and the group before him had always put his abilities to the
test.

"I'm not even sure why we're here," Kuroo chuckled, his build skinnier and hair more messy.

"If Kageyama didn't even show up to this then why am I here?" Oikawa muttered, taking off
his outer button down shirt and leaving it tied around his waist as the noon day sun beat down
on his back.

It wasn't a big group. Seven people including Hinata stood around in a semi circle. Not one
of the others shared the gingers large smile and excitement.

"If the shorty doesn't tell us why we're here I'm going home," Tsukishima muttered.

There wasn't any information given to any of the boys about why they were asked to meet
here. Prior to this Hinata had messaged his friends vaguely in hopes of getting them to oblige
his requests.

Shoyo Hinata: Is everyone free Tomorrow?

Kei Tsukishima: No.

Tooru Oikawa: Absolutely not.

Hinata, undefeated, chuckled and typed again.

Shoyo Hinata: I can't say exactly what I need you guys to come for, but I promise it'll be
worth it.

Koutaro Bokuto: I'm all for it, whatever it is.

Testuro Kurro: Diddo.

Koutaro Bokuto: Plus, I think Tsukki needs some fresh air.

Kei Tsukishima: Shut up...

Hinata typed for a while, thinking of a billion ways to send one measly text.

Shoyo Hinata: Then it's settled. Come by the address linked at around noon Tomorrow.

Sugawara had watched his phone from the desk in his room. He was in the midst of getting
his teaching license, meaning he hadn't really the time, nor the attention span for Hinata's
games. However, it was almost impossible to say no to that exuberant ginger.

Koushi Sugawara : I'll see you there.

He typed reluctantly.

Kenma Kozume: I'll come too I guess.

Hinata was willing to take what he could get. There were a few members in the text which
had so adamantly chosen to never respond. Yet ever so positive, that night Hinata pretended
to shake it off, telling himself perhaps they were busy.

"So," Oikawa sighed once more. "Hinata why are we here?"

Hinata led them to an empty and abandoned parking garage. Behind him was a couple of
cement pillars that were decorated with old towels and blankets which hid the interior of the
garage.

"As kids—You know, before the whole Volleyball thing, we'd dream about being stupid
things," Hinata explained.

Bokuto nodded in agreement. Kuroo and Oikawa tilted their heads slightly.

"Well now that we're all starting on our own paths," Hinata let his voice trail off as he
reached up by the towel and pulled one down.

Hidden in the garage was the run down exterior of Nissan 240SX. The red paint was chipped
and the windshield had a small crack.

Then down the line Hinata went. In between the pillars he would pull down a blanket and
reveal another beaten up car.

"MX-5?" Kuroo questioned as he eyed the blue Mazda between the far right pillars.

"I bought six cars," Hinata grinned without any other thoughts behind his eye.

The boys in front of him had mouths gaped open and burrows furrowed in confusion.
"Where the hell did you get the money for this?" Bokuto asks excitedly.

"Some cash from graduation, some from a loan," Hinata chuckled as if this was a normal
purchase.

Sugawara's gut wrenched as he thought about the careless decision Hinata had made. For
months Sugawara was saving paycheck to paycheck to even think about car payments or
applying for loans. Yet Hinata, without a real dime in his pocket or steady job, did so without
even thinking.

"There's only six cars," was all that Sugawara managed to say to him.

Hinata's face turned slightly pink.

"Well i figured that we could race together? And then when we win jackpots we could—"

"—Race?" Tsukishima cut him off coldly.

Oikawa began to laugh loudly, hunching over in a fit of giggles.

"A racing group?" He cackled.

"Oh this is awesome," Bokuto beamed as he walked toward the outside of the garage to take
a closer look at the cars inside.

Hinata cleared his throat, "It's nothing crazy. We can race a couple of days during the week
and maybe invite some other guys, Y'know?"
"So you want to start up the racing culture here as if this is the Bayshore route?" Kuroo
questioned.

"Well pretty much?" Hinata replies.

The boys sit and think about it for a minute. Bokuto didn't need much persuasion, he was
already ogling at the cars. Kuroo, who had already began to feel suffocated with schooling
nodded his head slowly. Plus, if all went as planned there would surely be some money
involved in all of this.

From there it wasn't hard to convince some of the others. Kenma was willing to do it as long
as Kuroo was. Oikawa couldn't say no to a challenge, or for an opportunity to beat Hinata.
And Tsukishima just wanted to be there to watch it all fall apart.

"So are we all in?"

Four out of the five guys before Hinata replied yes.

Sugawara remained silent, face blank as he was lost in thought.

"Suga?" Hinata asked worryingly.

The silver haired boy allowed his face to crack in to a fake smile as he shrugged his
shoulders.

"There's only five cars," Suga chuckled, using that as an excuse for his cold feet.

Hinata quickly shook his head and walked toward Sugawara.

"We can always get more later on? If we win more races we can—"

Sugawara stopped him mid sentence with a sigh.

"It's a no for me, I'm sorry."

Sugawara was too average in his mind to step away from his goals and follow some wild
adventure. That was always Hinata's job—To be extraordinary. In Sugawara's head his life
was already on track, and as much as he desperately wished to relive his younger years it
didn't seem plausible.

"Im really sorry."

——————

Sugawara sat up abruptly in the middle of his sleep. (Y/N) who was fast asleep on the pull
out couch in the living room hadn't even so much as moved.

"Shit," Sugawara sighed, rubbing his hands over his eyes.

He quickly reached inside his drawer and threw on a T-shirt before walking in to the kitchen.
On his way he passed the sleeping (Y/N), her soft breaths acted as white noise in the back
ground.

It was nice to have some company. He had lived alone for most of his adult life. Nothing but
a few family members staying for a weekend or the occasional girl coming over for a date.
However, those occurrences had happened in quite some time.

The fridge was almost empty. Inside was nothing but a few eggs, milk, and bottles of water.
He sighed again, leaned down against the counter and trying to relax his muscles.
"What are you doing up?"

Sugawara turned quickly on his heel and met (Y/N)'s eyes.

"Hungry," he said shortly.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, clearly able to see through his lie. She walked in to the kitchen and
stood closely next to him. One hand reached out and laid itself against the top of his shoulder.

"Nightmare?" She asked.

"No," he said plainly.

Sugawara felt stiff as (Y/N) wiggled her body over and against his own. Her face rested
against his chest and her arms laid on either side of him.

"You're gonna be fine," she muttered against his shirt.

"That's very reassuring," he chuckled.

"I'm just returning the favor," (Y/N) grinned.

He looked down, watching as she lifted her face up toward his own. It felt as if all the air was
suddenly sucked out of the room for Sugawara. Leaving nothing but the two of them
drowning together in the darkness. Slowly he cocked his head slightly, allowing for her lips
to press against his.
From there the feeling intensified. Sugawara leaned his body weight against her and pinned
her against the counter. The seem of his shorts tightened slightly as her hands traced across
his broad back.

His kisses began trailing down her face and her neck. She was warm, heat radiating off her
skin and making his lips feel hot. Sugawara couldn't get enough of it.

There was something so giddy about kissing someone whom you never thought you would
kiss. (Y/N) smiled against his mouth as he went in for another kiss.

Yet despite the feelings growing inside his stomach Sugawara couldn't relax his mind.
Thoughts began flooding back in and causing his chest to tighten with anxiety.

The kisses that were filled with passion suddenly dissipated until it was like kissing someone
who was drunk.

"I'm sorry," Suga muttered and then stepped away from (Y/N).

Her body suddenly felt cold. She underestimated the extreme warmth and comfort which
came from being around Sugawara. When deprived such familiarity she felt slighted, almost
angry.

"Where are you going?" She barked.

"Back to bed," Sugawara replies solemnly as he walks out of the kitchen.

"That's it?" (Y/N)'s asks wildly as she crosses the living room.

Suga turns toward her. His silver hair falling in multiple directions across his face. He looks
defeated, almost sickly for a moment.
"I don't want to ruin another relationship," Sugawara sighs and then places his hand on the
back of his neck.

"You're not gonna—"

"—Goodnight," he cuts her off as he walks back in to his room.

(Y/N) stood there for a moment as the door closed. Sugawara, up until now had always been
consistent. He worked day and night, came home, rested, and repeated the cycle once more in
the morning. (Y/N) was too caught up in her own world to notice that that was the very
problem itself.

"Y'know, you also have a lot of problems!" (Y/N) yells back furiously from the other side of
the door.

"Don't I know it," Sugawara sighs to himself.

( Y/N) had half the mind to stomp out of his apartment and all the way back to her own. She
wasn't even sure why she was staying with him in the first place. Everything happened
quickly.

"Are you gonna tell me why you came to my door step a few nights ago?" He had asked her.

"I told you there was no real reason." (Y/N) had lied, hoping to avoid putting her colleagues
in anymore trouble.

"Well then, stay with me until whatever is bothering you is gone."

Unfortunately nothing was that simple. Her problems weren't going to fly away like a bird
and leave her carefree.

She hadn't heard a peep out of Bokuto or any of the racers she had once called her friends.
Nor had she come any closer to fixing the problems she created.

Standing outside Sugawara's bedroom (Y/N) let out a groan from deep within.

"Fuck," she muttered as she slapped her hands against her side and then began to walk out the
door.

Nothing was going to be solved while pining for Sugawara's touch. If she wanted to fix
things, she needed to do it now.

Quietly she slid open the door with purse and phone in hand. Sugawara pretended not to hear
her leave, afraid that if he recognized her absence it would drive him insane.

Down the road (Y/N)'s foot steps pattered on the concrete. Her hands shook ever so slightly
as she tried to type in "MENS CORRECTIONAL FACILITY" in to her phone in hopes of
finding directions.

In hopes of finding Oikawa and Atsumu.

 The Jailbird Sings

warnings:

smut: public sex, sadism, choking, manhandling, foul language, bondage, oral sex

It had felt like the past week was jumbled into one day. A day of rain, nothing but a
downpour of anxiety and insecurity upon (Y/N)'s back. She wanted to blame it on her new
office romance, or perhaps on her meeting with Sakusa. Yet (Y/N) knew she could no longer
blame these feelings on others, she was sabotaging herself in doing so.

"I have orders for Sawamura Daichi," was all that (Y/N) needed to utter before the guard
began to send her through security.

A breath of relief escaped her lungs as she began to walk out toward the quad where rows of
cells were lined. Prisons always gave (Y/N) the creeps, even during her early years in
University, when she toyed around with the idea of Criminal Justice, her skin would crawl
with the idea of humans doing such bad things.

Now she was the one walking down the tiled floors to meet with two criminals. Criminals
who at this moment she would be willing to lose her job, her friends, and her life for.

Oikawa's cell was impossible to walk past. He had a certain energy about him that seemed to
leak out past the bars. The flash of brown hair and a faulty smile lured (Y/N) closer.

"I knew you would come," Oikawa smiles gingerly.

"And deep down I knew you would get arrested," (Y/N) bit back with a grin.
Oikawa stood up, his shoulders stretching as he pulled over the stool from the corner of the
room and dragged it as close to the bars as he could.

"What's that suppose to mean?" He cocked his head and raised his brows.

"You just have a way about you," was all that (Y/N) managed to say.

Oikawa chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

"Usually they pull me into interrogation rooms for conversations like this," he explains,
although the inflection in his voice makes it feel like a question.

"I told them I was in a rush," (Y/N) answered.

Oikawa chuckled once again, laying his elbows on his knees and slouching down to (Y/N)'s
height.

"So what do you need?"

"Why are you in here?" She asks worriedly.

"That information comes with a price," he replied coyly.

"Okay, then let me ask you another question," she sighed. "Where's Hinata?"

Oikawa smiled once more.

"That information comes with a price," he repeated.

(Y/N) crossed her arms and let out a huff of air.

"You seem frustrated," Oikawa grins.

"Of course I am, nothing is—"

"—I meant sexually frustrated," Oikawa cuts her off, now beaming from ear to ear.

Her face turns bright red. Scrunched as if she was offended just by the word sexually.

"That's none of your business," (Y/N) bites back.

Oikawa lets his posture straightened. He purposely stretches out his torso, moving his arms
up in the air and allowing for the shirt on his body to lift. His tan stomach decorated with
some hair around his belly button peaked through the hem of his t-shirt.

"Oh I think it is, Princess," he replied.

"Just because we had sex once doesn't mean my pleasure is your responsibility," (Y/N) scoffs,
trying to hide the blush on her face.

Oikawa drops his arms and leans closer to the bars. For a man he had incredibly long
eyelashes, batting them as he looked into her eyes.

"It's not my responsibility. It's my job."

(Y/N) could feel her body grow stiff. Flashbacks of the night she and Oikawa spent together
raced through her mind. A flood of images, faint sounds of moaning, every picture of them
together causes her mouth to run dry.

"How about a deal?"

(Y/N) snaps back to reality at the sound of his voice.

"What did you have in mind?" She asks cautiously.

"You take me to the interrogation room and let me fuck you senseless," he begins to explain
in a mature tone. "And then I'll be kind enough to give you some information."

(Y/N) could no longer hide the red tint on her cheeks as she stared at Oikawa. She heard the
echoes of the other boys, calling her dirty names and poking fun at her relationships with the
racers. However, watching as Oikawa stood up, his broad shoulders and lazy smile.

(Y/N) realized she was just fine with being their whore.

"Fine."

Oikawa smirked, "perfect."

___________

The two-way glass was meant for fellow detectives and police chiefs to see into the
interrogation room. It was not intended for Oikawa to smirk through as he watched (Y/N) get
undressed from the other side.

"I'm done," (Y/N) shouted from inside the room.

"Don't I know," Oikawa replied as he stepped inside the interrogation room.

(Y/N)'s breasts were covered in goosebumps and her nipples are hard from the constant cold
air blowing from the air conditioning vent. She stood completely naked, watching as Oikawa
moved toward her.

"I can warm you up," he offered.

"I just want to fix things for your group," (Y/N) replied trying to justify her actions.

Oikawa lifted his shirt, revealing his tanned torso that was slightly covered in bruises. A
small gash appeared over his right shoulder and several scratches litter his neck.

"What happened?" (Y/N) gasped, stepping closer to him and placing her hand gently over his
bruises.

"I'm a big boy (Y/N), those boo-boo's aren't anything to worry about," he chuckled as he
placed his hand over her own.

Slowly he guided her hand all across his body. Making sure she felt every ridge of his abs and
every curve of his chest. Their eyes never broke contact. Only the expressions on their face
changed as a new part of his body was being felt over.

"You see those handcuffs over there," Oikawa asked.

He was referring to the cuffs locked inside the table, one's meant for criminals to be chained
to during interrogation.

"Mhm," she replied softly.

"Be a good girl and put them on," he ordered gently.

(Y/N) was incredibly hesitant. There was a multitude of ways for this to go wrong. Oikawa
could easily lock her in here and escape, or just flat out kill her inside of here. Yet (Y/N) felt
no danger, there was an odd amount of trust between the two that made her okay with
obliging his request.

Placing her wrists inside the cuffs (Y/N) and took a seat at the table. Oikawa seemed pleased,
taking his place in the chair on the opposite side of the table.

(Y/N) watched puzzlingly as Oikawa stripped himself down. She could feel her heartbeat as
his long curved cock slid out of his boxers. His hand ran up the shaft, causing a look of lust to
appear over Oikawa's face.

He pumped himself, each stroke of his hand caused a soft groan to escape his lips. It was
clear he could tell that (Y/N) was watching intently, her legs crossed tightly and eyes wide.

Oikawa glanced at her and then let spit dribble from his lips down onto his pink head.

"It feels good," he sighed as he ran his thumb across his slit. "So good."

It was like torture for (Y/N). Forced to watch him pleasuring himself as she was stuck
locking her legs together in agony.

After a few minutes, Oikawa stood up. His erection was still full-on as he walked around the
table. (Y/N) turned her face, mouth parted ever so slightly as her eyes locked on his waist
which was just inches away from her mouth.

"Suck it," he muttered.

(Y/N) was taken back at first, frozen in her chair. Oikawa smiled and placed his warm hand
under her chin and led her forward so that her lips pressed against his cock.

"Do it and you'll be rewarded," he purred.

(Y/N) slowly slid her mouth down over his head. Keeping her eyes open and gazing up so
she could see every contortion of his face as his dick slipped into her mouth.

For a moment or two, Oikawa tried to act stoic, keeping on a hard face and not so much as
letting out a sigh. However, as (Y/N) began to run her tongue around his rim, moaning as she
gulped every inch of him. Oikawa began to crack.

"So fucking good," he mumbled as she gagged, lips covered in saliva.

His breathing hitched as she spits over his length. Obscene noises came from the room as she
continued to spit and swallow over him, causing his knees to buckle and hands to knot in her
hair.

"Stop," he suddenly begged as he felt he was going to cum.

"Hm?" She mumbled, lips still over him as she looked up innocently.

Oikawa gripped her chin and pulled her off. He let out a sigh and looked down at her like a
hungry animal.
"Face on the table, ass up," was all he said as he kicked the chair from under her and stood
behind her.

(Y/N) did as she was told. Her face pressed against the cool surface of the table and her legs
spread and her back arched as Oikawa ran his hands along her body.

"Shit," (Y/N) cursed under her breath as she felt the sting of his hand slapping against her
ass.

There was no time to prepare before Oikawa placed himself into her. His stroke was deep and
quick causing (Y/N)'s body to skid back and forth over the table.

"God dammit," Oikawa groaned as she dove back inside of her.

(Y/N) wanted to say something in return. She wished she could express how good he was
making her feel, but every time she went to take a breath his cock was already against her
walls.

"It's like you were made for me," he purred, this time slowing his entry inside of her.

(Y/N) could feel the tension inside of her building. Her legs grew numb from holding the
same position, knees buckling every time he dove inside of her.

"Don't worry, Princess," Oikawa cooed, reaching his arm down and letting his hand slowly
spread across her folds. His index finger slid in circles over her clit creating a rhythm of its
own while he thrust in and out of her.

"You keep clenching like that and I'm gonna cum," Oikawa warned as she tightened around
his cock.

"G-go ahead," she said breathlessly.

Oikawa was selfish to some extent, and he took her words and ran with them. Quickly he
released, his body lurching forward and cock pulsing inside of her as he finally came.

(Y/N) winced as she began to feel her approaching climax dissipate. However, before all
hope of an orgasm was lost, Oikawa grabbed the inside of her thigh and knelt underneath her
sex.

"But you just—"

"—I don't care," he cut her off and attached his lips over her pussy.

His tongue circled harshly over her folds. His movements were precise and quick, making it
clear his only goal was to make her cum.

Using his two hands he helped support her legs as his mouth ran over her clit. Long and loud
moans escaped (Y/N)'s mouth as she felt her stomach begin to burn with pleasure.

This was all that Oikawa needed to go insane. Moving as fast as he could he was determined
to leave her a shaky and breathless mess. Quickly she came undone, starting to kneel on the
floor as her orgasm erupted.

"My pretty girl," Oikawa purred as she tried to catch her breath and compose herself.

Sticking out his hand Oikawa offered to lift her from the ground. Willingly she took his
gesture and stood on her feet, lazily reaching for her clothes.

"I wish we could shower and clean off but..." He paused and gestured to the room. "This isn't
a place of luxury and comfort."
"I need to fix things," (Y/N) sighed as she opened the interrogation room door.

"You're not the problem," Oikawa replied quickly.

(Y/N) raised her brow, surprised he was so quick to defend her actions.

"Kuroo and Kenma were first to drag you into this mess, and neither myself nor the others
helped you," he said solemnly.

"It doesn't matter now," she replied.

They walked in silence for a few minutes as they returned to the quad where some cells were
lined up.

"Where Atsumu?" (Y/N) questioned, realizing many of the cells were empty or recently
vacated.

Her question seemed to strike a nerve with Oikawa.

"He's not a first-time offender," he began to explain.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've had a pretty clean record, which is why I'm here. Atsumu has been the scapegoat
for a lot of shit so he's somewhere more secure," he said quietly.

Standing outside of his cell (Y/N) felt anger building in the pit of her stomach. Months had
passed and there was nothing to show for it besides criminal records.
"It doesn't matter why I'm here," her voice caught Oikawa's attention.

"The only thing that matters is that while I'm with you guys I need to try my hardest to fix
what has happened," (Y/N) spoke in a flat tone proving her mind was already made up.

"Then you need to talk to him," Oikawa smiled.

There was no need to explain to (Y/N) who he was, she already knew.

"How can I talk to Hinata."

"You promise me that if it comes between your safety and our group, you chose yourself," he
said sternly.

(Y/N) didn't respond causing him to continue his lecture.

"On an airplane, they tell you to put your oxygen mask on first, remember that."

(Y/N) nodded slowly, "I won't forget,"

Oikawa chuckled and walked back inside of his cell. He seemed disappointed as if he was
half expecting to walk out a free man after such a good time. This is why (Y/N) was
determined to fix things, to save them.

"So where's Hinata?"

Oikawa let out another one of his laughs and then stared off at the ceiling.
"Friday seems like a lovely day to go to Brazil."

(Y/N) looked at him for a minute, admiring his contagious smile that seemed to beam
brighter in such a dismal place.

"It does, doesn't it?"

 A Flight of Friction

There was a familiar car that awaited (Y/N) outside of the correctional facility. At first, she
disregarded it, beginning to walk down the road. Yet its lingering presence caused her to take
one last glance back at it.

"You're kidding me," she gasped.

Quickly she ran back over to the car and tugged on the passenger door handle.

"Hey there doll face," Bokuto smiled as the door flew open.

Inside the back seat sat Akashi, Kuroo, and Kenma. They were dressed plainly, in black pants
and various neutral-colored shirts. It was clear that Kuroo still had his gun attached to his hip.

"What the hell?" (Y/N) announced loudly as she took a seat inside the car.

Her feelings of relief and joy quickly turned into anger.

"All of this shit happens and not a single peep out of any one of you!" She yelled.

The boys didn't say a word, watching in delight as she began to lecture them. At first, she
rambled on about what she's done for them, then she poked fun about the size of their
equipment, all fun, and games. However, the next sentence (Y/N) uttered caused their
delighted expressions to fade.

"I had to deal with Sakusa's bullshit all on my own," she muttered bitterly.
"What?"

(Y/N) grimaced as she looked at Bokuto.

"You guys didn't know about that secret meeting ?" She asked.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Akashi inquires, leaning toward the passenger seat.

(Y/N) described to them what had happened that night. How Sakusa brought her to his house
from the club; Iwaizumi's stares, Semi's grip on her body, the run she made back to
Sugawara's apartment.

By the time she had finished her story, Bokuto looked like an entirely different man. Each of
the boys in the car looked furious.

"I'll kill them," Kuroo muttered.

"Not if we get to them first," Bokuto and Akashi said in unison.

Even Kenma, who usually seemed lost in his mind, scowled.

"I'll hack into their accounts and release each of their bank statements to the government," he
said softly.

The entire car turned to look at him, eyes wide in astonishment.

"Disregarding our personal feelings..." Kuroo's voice trailed off as he took another glance at
Kenma. "It's safe to say that some of our colleagues are starting to stray from the group," he
concluded.
(Y/N) nodded her head.

"I thought you guys were on their side," she admitted dejectedly.

Bokuto placed his hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.

"You don't need to worry about where our loyalty lays," he reassured.

"Then why didn't you answer a single one of my calls?" She asked, turning toward him in the
driver's seat.

"Well when the cops are on your tail you don't usually start making phone calls and driving
around town," Akashi snickered.

(Y/N)'s expression faded and she laid her head against the dash and let out a sigh.

"It's my fault."

"How do you figure that," Kenma questioned quietly from the back seat.

"Up until this week, I thought all of this was just fun and games," (Y/N) admitted.

It was silent except for her voice as she slowly raised her head.

"I was living some extraordinary life with a bunch of low profile criminals like I was in some
book..." (Y/N) took a moment's pause before continuing. "I didn't take anyone else's feelings
into account and never took any of this seriously."
The car remains quiet for a minute before Bokuto chuckles lightly.

"You really are one of us then," he grins.

"Huh?"

Bokuto cracks his neck and then looks over at the three other men in the back seat.

"You think any of us take this shit seriously?" Bokuto asks her.

(Y/N) remains quiet as they try to comfort her.

"This wasn't supposed to be some serious Yakuza gang. We were street racers," Kuroo replies
with a bit of a smile pulling at his lips.

Throughout all of the drama (Y/N) had only remembered the glitz and glamour. She focused
on Kuroo's hotel room and the shopping spree. Mind only playing back trips on the yacht or
the drugs being sold. Focused on the sex instead of the person.

What (Y/N) didn't remember was how happy everyone looked on the race track. The way that
every fight was once taken onto the track. Just like Suna and the others, she had forgotten
what the point of the group was, to begin with.

"I spoke to Oikawa," (Y/N) blurts out.

"We gathered that," Akashi said adroitly pointing to the penitentiary down the block.
"He told me to catch a flight to Brazil and see Hinata."

Words couldn't describe the looks on the men's faces. It was a mixture of astonishment, relief,
and just a tinge of anger.

"That fucker," Bokuto laughs as he slammed his hand on the steering wheel.

"I'm going so don't try to change my mind," (Y/N) said sternly.

Kuroo rolled his eyes and then leaned toward the passenger seat so his hand could rest on
(Y/N)'s shoulder.

"We weren't planning on stopping you," he says sweetly.

"It's obvious that we think you can fix this," Akashi reassured her.

"Why else would we have plucked you from the strip club?" Kenma adds in.

(Y/N) nods her head, feeling a bit choked up at their constant kindness.

"We'll put our faith in you as many times as it takes," Bokuto told her.

———

"You're lucky Sugawara likes you so much," Daichi grins as (Y/N) walks toward security.
"He doesn't like me," (Y/N) bites back with her face turning red.

The concept of working had temporarily left (Y/N)'s mind. However, this morning she had
very little guilt about asking Yui and Daichi for a ride to the airport.

"Well you haven't been to work in a week and he's been covering for you," Daichi replied
gingerly.

"Covering?" (Y/N) raised a brow as they stepped forward in the line.

Daichi chuckled as he lifted his bag and turned toward (Y/N).

"You don't look like you have bird flu?"

(Y/N) had to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. Bird Flu? That was the best
lie that Suga could come up with?

For a brief moment, she felt guilty about abandoning him. Leaving without a single goodbye
when they were supposed to be partners through all of this. However, (Y/N) had to remind
herself that nothing about their partnership was based on truth.

She never needed the job with Daichi, nor did she have any intention of rescuing Hinata from
his criminalistic world. She had lied to Sugawara from the start.

Right before (Y/N) needed to take her shoes off and advance past a point where Daichi and
Yui could no longer attend. Yui grabbed her shoulder and pulled her close.

Neglecting everyone, including her own needs, (Y/N) was slowly realizing the weight of her
actions. She melted a bit against Yui's touch, not excepting feelings of regret, but only the
tinge of nostalgia.
"I don't know what's wrong, but I hope this helps you figure it all out," Yui whispered to
(Y/N) reassuringly.

The comfort which erupted from one sentence was enough to make (Y/N) cry. Tears pricked
against her eyes as the two girls embraced each other.

"I love you!" (Y/N) shouted as she watched their figures grow smaller as they slid down the
escalator.

Daichi waved goodbye as Yui trotted off back to him and toward the exit of the airport.

Quickly she wiped the few tears coming from her eyes and moved through the airport with a
sense of purpose. Passing gate after gate until she reached her own, arms sore from the heavy
carry on places over her shoulder. Yet just as she went to take a seat, he appeared.

His silver hair was a bit neater and the light purple button down he wore was just sheer
enough for her to make out his silhouette underneath. His appearance flustered (Y/N) and
tore away what ever comfort she had moments before.

Sensing her presence behind his seat Sugawara cocked his head to meet her eyes.

(Y/N)'s cheeks turned pink as she reflected briefly on their night together. A part of her still
wished it would've continued further, but there was no more time to think about those
feelings. There was only time to finish what she had started.

"Hey stranger," he smirked.

"Im going on to Brazil," she stated plainly to Sugawara.

"I know," he replied.

"Huh?"

Sugawara flipped open his laptop and showed her search history.

"You should log out of my account before you search shit up," he says with a sigh.

"I'm sorry for sticking you with more office work, but it's clear that job isn't what you want
anyways," (Y/N) changed the subject bitterly.

"How the hell would you know what I want?"

Sugawara no longer looked kind and approachable. His brows furrowed and his face turned
red. Despite her stubbornness it hurt (Y/N) to know that this was all her doing.

"Our partnership is ending Suga. I gotta do this on my own," (Y/N) muttered and began to
walk away, however his palms were already gripping her shoulder.

"You're going to seem him," he spat.

"Don't follow me."

Over the intercom the flight attendant explained that the boarding process would begin. Lines
began to form and diminish as passengers entered the plane.

"You don't know what you're doing," Sugawara says as she tries to pull away once more.
"You're making a scene," (Y/N) bit back.

His grip didn't dissipate.

"We're partners, we're gonna figure this out together," Sugawara replied.

Watching his hurt expression, seeing just how badly she had burned him—something had
snapped inside (Y/N) in that moment.

"No we're not! I was just using you," she shouted back.

Sugawara immediately let go of her and took a step back. Cheeks pink with embarrassment
he shook his head slightly and then sighed.

"So this whole time I've been fighting for us to figure this out together, you never cared?"

(Y/N) couldn't bear to look at him.

"Nothing mattered to you? None of this?" He asks, voice lower than a whisper.

(Y/N) fixed the strap of her bag and then took one last glance up at Sugawara before walking
toward the runway.

"You're no longer of use."

 Who are you?

The flight felt longer than it should've as (Y/N) stared mindlessly out of the window. Every
few minutes the image of Sugawara's face popped into her mind. It was hard to understand
how things went sour so quickly.

I had to be mean, (Y/N) reassured herself as she watched the clouds float by.

If she continued seeing Sugawara, he would only find out about her dirty laundry. Staying by
her side would cause him to be unwillingly dragged into another universe of drama. He was
just trying to save his friend, not an entire gang.

Their goals didn't align, no matter how much (Y/N) wished they would've.

What she didn't know was that Sugawara understood the risks from the beginning. That no
matter the consequences he was always willing to be her partner.

I had to be mean, she repeated to herself once more. She spent her time with Sugawara
worrying about being untruthful. Yet the biggest lie she could've told him was that he was no
longer of use to her.

"You look upset."

There was an older man in the seat next to her who had been quietly re-reading his newspaper
for most of the flight. He eyed her through his glasses, awaiting her response.

"I'm fine," (Y/N) replied flatly.

The old man laughed and shook his head.

"You're a bad liar," he said with a grin.

He was dressed very plainly, his carry-on resting atop his lap. A small keychain of a crow
flying over a backdrop of orange was looped around his zipper. He didn't seem the type of
person to vacation in Brazil, nor did he look like a man who originated from such a place.

"Does it really matter?" (Y/N) bit back, continuing her mean streak.

The old man didn't seem to mind her lack of manners. He was of that age and temperament
that other people's outbursts did not affect his own emotions.

"No, it doesn't. However, I can hear the sad music coming out from your headphones," he
replied with a laugh.

(Y/N) embarrassingly turned down the music which was leaking loudly from her
headphones.

"Sorry," she sighed.

"Can I ask what happened to make you listen to such shitty music?" He questioned.

(Y/N) arched her brow, a bit taken back by the man's use of profanity. "This isn't shitty
music," (Y/N) scoffed.

"All those songs nowadays are about boys and being sad about them," the old man explained
a bit annoyingly.

The man's eyes lit up for a moment as the gears in his head began to turn.
"Are you upset about a guy?" He asked rather loudly.

(Y/N) flushed pink and shifted her eyes away from his gaze.

"No," she answered quickly. However, after a moment passed, she sighed and then shrugged
her shoulders. "Maybe? I don't even know why I'm upset," (Y/N) confessed in a jumble of
words and emotions.

The old man nodded his head and tenderly placed a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder.

"Most problems are related to love," he explained.

Love? (Y/N) grimaced to herself.

"I'm not in love," she replies.

He laughed and reached into his shirt pocket. In his hand was a leather wallet which he
opened and then displayed a worn picture of a young couple.

"That's what my wife said too," he beamed as he handed her his wallet.

"Two years later she married me," the old man added as (Y/N) continued to study the photo.

(Y/N) smiled as she handed the photo back to him. She could feel her pulse calm as they
continued to chat.

"I don't think I plan to marry the man I'm upset about," she confided to him.
"What happened?" He asked.

(Y/N) paused for a moment and let out a sigh. Then she explained everything (Although she
made sure to skip over any mentions of gangs and other paraphernalia). She went through her
problems with her life, the messes she got herself in, and of course Sugawara.

She told him about Sugawara's dreams; How he offered so quickly to help her with her
problems; The way he instantly held her in his arms after she left the penitentiary; (Y/N)
droned on about her guilt about leaving him in the airport; About how the entire flight she
felt sick to her stomach.

When she finally finished a few tears were dripping down her cheeks. Evidence that maybe
the old man was right after all. Yet he didn't say anything about love, marriage, or even about
Sugawara. Instead, the old man just smiled and wiped the tear off her cheek.

"Sometimes we use anger as a way to hide our vulnerability," he said.

"I think I use everything to hide my vulnerability," she replied with a refined laugh.

"It's okay to let out your feelings. It's also okay to have no idea how to feel," the old man
lectured.

(Y/N) shook her head.

"No. Expressing my emotions is what got me into this mess," she corrected him.

"You think that having a temper, crying about nonsense, and having outbursts is expressing
your real feelings?" He chuckled, leaning his head back in the seat.

(Y/N) sat there for a moment in silence trying to understand what he was getting at.
"There are moments in life where you aren't going to understand how you feel," he sighed.
"However, you can't just kick and scream and say that you processed your emotions."

The captain of the plane interrupted him with some gibberish about the plane's descent into
Brazil. However, (Y/N) was only focused on the gray-haired man's words.

"Your feelings aren't meant to be understood in minutes. They evolve, they grow like a
person, it takes time to know what you want, who you are, and how you feel."

(Y/N) could feel her throat tighten as he finished speaking. Although Suga's image had
finally faded from her mind, she could still feel his touch around her body. Warm and
comforting as she flew through the sky.

"See? Your emotions are evolving right before my eyes," he laughed.

"I guess you have a point," (Y/N) nodded.

(Y/N) had put her headphones away in her bag and devoted the rest of her time on the plane
to the man. They discussed happy moments in their lives and even sad ones. Laughing and
frowned at each other's words and waits for the next set of stories to slip from each other's
mouths.

By the time the plane had landed (Y/N) felt such relief that she didn't even feel worried about
what would happen when she stepped foot in Brazil.

"I want to thank you," (Y/N) extended her hand out to the old man as the stood in preparation
to get off the plane.

"Anytime," he replied and shook her hand firmly.

They began to walk off the jet and in through the boarding bridge. (Y/N) lugged her bag on
her shoulder and slowly followed behind the line of people shoving to get inside the airport.
Just before the fluorescent lights and tiled building came into sight (Y/N) whipped her head
around and called back to the old man.

"I didn't get your name?" She asked.

"Ukai!" He replied.

(Y/N) could feel her stomach drop for a moment. Ukai? She repeated in her head a few times.
But as she pivoted to face the old man once more, a pair of sharp eyes and fiery ginger hair
caught her eye.
 Hinata Shoyo

Hinata was exuberant, to say the least.

Everything was grand, exciting, astonishing, and amazing. He was a very upbeat person who
had to of owned a thesaurus to know all of the synonyms of great. (Y/N)'s arrival was great,
the fact she knew his friends was great; The only thing that wasn't great was the fact he never
explained how he knew she'd be there.

"I know you've got questions," Hinata stated as he called over his driver by the curb of the
airport.

"Of course," (Y/N) replied with a chuckle.

After constant worry, and months of stress, being with Hinata now was almost surreal. It felt
almost too easy as if there needed to be a catch.

"Your questions are gonna have to wait," Hinata explained as a dark Mercedes van arrived in
front of them. Their windows were tinted so blackly that no one could see a single silhouette
from the inside. Hinata opened the door and smiled to himself over his chivalry. (Y/N)'s lips
were prepared to utter a thank you when her eyes met a pair of transparent lenses.

"Long time, no see," Tsukishima smiled adroitly.

"Son of a bitch," (Y/N) muttered to herself as she stared wide-eyed at the blonde.

"That doesn't sound like a 'Hello I missed you Tsuki.' However, I didn't really expect one of
those anyways," he sighs as Hinata tries to lure (Y/N) inside of the car.
Reluctantly the girl sits down, sandwiched between the two men. The feeling of relief she felt
coming off the plane had fleeted. Nothing but resentment and confusion flushed into her
brain.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" (Y/N) whispered to Tsukishima.

"Brazil felt like a nice place to vacation," Tsukishima replied.

"Don't be an asshole," she barked.

Tsukishima opened his leather bag and rummaged around the pocket. Pulling out a silver-
wrapped stick of gum he popped the minty strip in his mouth and chewed for a few minutes.

"You weren't the only one trying to salvage things," Tsukishima explained.

"What does that mean?" (Y/N) responded, hoping that playing dumb would allow him to
show her his cards.

"Remember, I'm always one step ahead," Tsukishima smirked as the car came to a stop.

(Y/N) peaked out the window, expecting to halt in front of a large and fancy hotel. Much to
her dismay, her illusions were just that—Illusions. The van had pulled up to a dodgy
apartment complex with overgrown landscaping and filled laundry lines hanging across the
courtyard.

Hinata hopped out of the car and raced around to the trunk to grab (Y/N)'s luggage. From
there he guided the dumbfounded girl and the coy blonde up a flight of stairs and stopped in
front of one of the worn-down brown doors.

"Mi casa es tu casa," Hinata tried to express in a very over-the-top accent.

Opening the door (Y/N)'s jaw dropped. Despite what the outside surroundings were like, the
inside of the small apartment was glamorous. Clean hardwood floors, upscale furniture, a
redone kitchen, and of course a large flat screen tv sitting in the common room.

"Never judge a book by its cover," Tsukishima snickered, obviously already affiliated with
Hinata's living areas.

"It's the best disguise in the world," Hinata explained as he flopped down on his dark-colored
couch. He grabbed a small silver remote and pressed one button, illuminating the house.

"When I first moved to Brazil the police were always sketchy of me. If I had bought some
nice house on the shoreline they would've come running," he pointed out his window. Down
a few miles away was a set of nice houses, not mansions, but large enough that you could see
them from afar.

"So I stayed here, spruced up the inside, and voila!"

(Y/N) nodded slowly, coming to terms with the whole ordeal. Hinata had to of been
somewhat well off when he left the group. After all, they were making money from winning
races and low-brow scams. Although the wealth in his pocket couldn't have lasted him this
long. This is why (Y/N) had a hard time relaxing around the man.

"How much did this all cost you?" (Y/N) asked.

"As rude as ever," Tsukishima scoffed as he opened the patio door.

Hinata laughed out loud, his smile rather contagious.

"A fair share of the money, but it doesn't really matter does it?" He sighed and turned on the
TV. The volume and color were so over the top that (Y/N) could've sworn she was now
seated inside the volleyball arena displayed on the screen.

"Now why did you come all this way?" Hinata asked, a bit loudly to compete with the sound
of the TV.

"Do you really need to watch this now?" Tsukishima muttered and reached for the remote.

In one swift motion, Hinata swiped the remote and pocketed it. "As a matter of fact, yes I do.
This is Japan versus Argentina, a huge match," Hinata explained and devoted a moment of
attention to the current rally.

(Y/N) cleared her throat and took a seat on the stool near the kitchen.

"I need you to come back to see everyone," (Y/N) stated rather than asked.

"And why is that?" Hinata questioned, his face turned from her and facing the screen.

"Everything turned to shit," (Y/N) said frantically.

Hinata mumbled some sort of Uhuh, and then turned his head toward Tsukishima.

"Yeah, Tsuki said something like that when he came here," he replied.

(Y/N)'s brows furrowed in confusion. She remembered the night Tsukishima had left. Quite
some time had passed since then, meaning that while everyone was falling apart he was here.
Not only was he in Brazil with Hinata, but he was also in Brazil with the knowledge that
everything was falling apart.

"Are you serious?" (Y/N) spat.

Hinata and Tsukishima turned to (Y/N).

"Oikawa and Atsumu are in jail, and the rest of your friends are going to be next," she cried
out.

Hinata cocked his head. "They'll sort themselves out I'm sure," he expressed joyfully.

(Y/N) felt angry. Not in the; "I missed my train this morning," kind of angry. This anger
swelled up from inside of her and begged to be let out.

"You've got to be fucking with me," (Y/N) shouted and stood up from her seat.

Hinata grumbled and took the remote out of his pocket, pausing the game.

"I know my friends better than anyone," Hinata stated. "I've been gone for more than two
years, and nothing has gone to shit yet."

"Yet! That's the key word here: Yet!" She cried out.

Tsukishima stood up from his seat and raced toward the hysterical girl. With an apologetic
face, he quickly ushered her out of the house and down the steps; Which was a difficult task
due to her constant thrashing and threats.

"Are you fucking insane?" Tsukishima asked disgustedly.

"Am I insane? That fucking carrot top is sitting calmly in the tropics while all his friends are
going insane!" (Y/N) growled and lashed out again, slamming her hands against Tsukishima's
chest.
"You don't think he's not aware of that?" Tsukishima remarked.

"Well obviously not!" She muttered, prepared to walk back up those steps and give Hinata a
piece of her mind.

Tsukishima's hand reached out and took ahold of her wrist. His actions only caused the girl to
swell even more with rage. Using her free hand to claw menacingly into his forearm, drawing
blood in the process.

"I have put myself through hell to try and save a bunch of strangers—No—Felons!" (Y/N)
yelled and tried to tug away from his unwavering grasp.

"Exactly," Tsukishima agreed.

His sudden admittance was enough to halt her hysterics.

"What?" She uttered.

"You think you can waltz in here and force Hinata to follow you onto a plane and into the
back alleys?" Tsukishima asks. "You're a stranger to him," he adds flatly.

"So? If someone came to me and told me my friends were in danger—"

"What friends?" Tsukishima cuts her off.

(Y/N) was rendered silent, looking at him in disbelief.

"You think Yui and Daichi are happy that you left them in the dust? What about that gray-
haired guy?" Tsukishima questions. "I saw just how you ended things with him as well," he
adds plainly.

(Y/N) had half the mind to burst out into tears and run away. Yet her feet wouldn't move, and
she had simply enough of crying and whining.

"You want to solve things? How about you go slow," Tsukishima grumbles.

"How slow?" (Y/N) asked, trying to ignore the major blow Tsukishima had just laid.

"How about you prove you're not some random chick who wants to turn him into the cops,
Mm?"

——

Hinata picked a quick service restaurant. One where the cooks were glad to fill the bowls of
rice high with meat and vegetables. (Y/N) was glad to hear that she didn't need heels or even
a push-up bra for the night ahead. She dressed plainly, a pair of pants and a t-shirt. Hinata
was somehow dressed even more casually, in a baggy pair of sports shorts and a stained t-
shirt with the sleeves cut off.

"This is the best place in town," Hinata smiled as the waitress brought them their food.

"Thank you, Anya," Hinata nodded his head a bit and handed her a small clip of cash.

(Y/N) looked at him puzzlingly, "You already tipped at the register?"

"I know," Hinata replied simply.

(Y/N) tried to control her constant questions. Devoting her attention to the food in front of
her she brought the fork to her mouth and took a bite. By the time she had savored a few
forkfuls, Hinata was almost finished.

"When did you meet Kurro?" Hinata asked her with a mouthful of seasoned chicken.

(Y/N)'s cheeks burned as she shoved another bite in her mouth, then swallowed it quickly.

"I was at their strip club for my birthday," she confessed embarrassingly.

"Oh boy," the ginger laughed. "I guess that explains the rest."

(Y/N) paused and looked up at him. Hinata shook his head and let out a shy, breathy laugh.

"I just mean I know how Kuroo and his buddies are. It wouldn't be hard to get wrapped up
with him," Hinata answered.

"Oh," (Y/N) reflected quietly.

The conversation fell flat for a few minutes. Hinata had asked the waitress for some more rice
and then handed her another lump sum of cash in return.

"How do you have all this money still?" (Y/N) finally let her question slip.

"You must think that I abandoned my friends or something," Hinata inquired.

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulders. "That's what it seems like," she answered nonchalantly.
"I left the country, but I never left the gang," Hinata confessed.

"When you say gang, do you mean like gang," (Y/N) paused and winked. "Or gang," she then
smiled and pretended to hug an imaginary friend.

Hinata smiles and sets his utensil down. "When I left we were still a gang," Hinata then
mimicked (Y/N)'s hugging motion. "But within a year it was a gang."

(Y/N) reflected herself for a minute. Thinking back to the time when Akaashi and Tsukishima
explained their groups dynamics. How some of them only started for the racing, while others
had delusions of grandier in their minds.

"You haven't answered my question," (Y/N) interupts as he continues to feed himself.

"I just wanted to provide some context, jeez," he grinned. "Kenma, a good friend of mine,
had reached out and told me what was going on. He said that some of the guys had started
messing around with some big dog gang members, selling drugs, doing scams."

(Y/N) watched as Hinata shut his eyes and sighed. "He told me whatever money they made a
perecentage would go to me," he adds.

"So you let your friends galavant around, commit crimes, all so you could get some pocket
money for a 900-square feet apartment?" (Y/N) scoffs.

"It's a lot more complicated than that," Hinata expressed.

"Then tell me, how?" (Y/N) inquired, making it clear she wouldn't leave without some
answers.
Hinata disregarded her behavior, shoveled the last bite of food in his mouth and then walked
toward the door. "C'mon," he beckoned.

When (Y/N) didn't move Hinata sighed aloud and extended his hand. "I'd prefer to talk about
gangs, felonies, and street racing somewhere more private," he added.

(Y/N) stood up and followed him outside. They walked quietly side by side down the uneven
sidewalks and toward the coastline. The sea breeze made it ever so chilly. (Y/N) could see
goosebumps scattered across Hinata's tan skin underneath the moonlight.

"A public beach?" (Y/N) cocks her head. "You consider this private?"

"I come here to meditate, people mind their business out here," Hinata confessed as he slid of
his sneakers and stepped in to the sand. (Y/N) followed suit, taking off her sandals and
following him down to the shore.

"It took a lot to leave my friends. It took even more to realize that what started out as a fun
hobby for them became something nefarious," Hinata sighed and sat down. (Y/N) grimmaced
and took a seat in the sand. She hated the thought of the course grains getting stuck in her
clothing, but if it made Hinata keep talking then it was worth it.

"I didn't really think anything of it at first. I figured that they would tire themselves out," the
red head continues to talk. "But as long as I been here the money never stopped coming in to
my account. The cops never stopped snooping around me."

"You can stop them," (Y/N) interrupts, looking at him solemnly.

"Can I?" He asked, mocking her slightly. "You think that if I get on a plane and appear out of
the blue that they'll hand me their guns and things will go back to normal?"

A part of (Y/N) up until this point had thought some version of that. Everyone had told her to
find Le Corbeau, that he would fix everything. Yet the infamous Crow was nothing but a
man.

"I have faith in some of my friends. I know that their character couldn't be altered with cash.
However, that doesn't mean that all of them would leave behind the dollar signs and live a
clean life because I said so," Hinata said. He stuck his hands deep in to the sand and clenched
them in to fists.

"They lost their way," (Y/N) blurted out.

Hinata turned toward her. His light brown eyes caught the moonlight, glowing slightly.

"No one is expecting you to be a savior," (Y/N) sighed. "But the longer you're away, the
worse things will get."

Hinata laid flat down on the sand and took in a deep breath of ocean air.

"I know that you're best friends with a cop; A cop whose working to arrest all of my friends,"
Hinata reported.

(Y/N)'s stomach dropped. Frantically she tried to come up with some excuse as to why she
was working with Daichi. However, the ginger didn't seem interested in any excuses.

"Yet you haven't turned anyone in. Why?" He asked.

(Y/N) herself laid on to the sand with a huff.

"Because good people loose their way. Life offers you lemons and you make lemonade, and
then one day you realize just how much it cost you to turn a bad thing in to a good thing,"
(Y/N) acknowledged quietly. Allowing a moment or two of silence to pass between the two,
Hinata looked up at the stars longingly.
"I didn't see it as a bad thing at first. No one was getting caught and we weren't hurting
anyone," Hinata divuldged. "Plus the percent of money I got was enought to help my roomate
moveout and buy a ring to propose to his girlfriend too."

(Y/N) saw his lips curl in to a brief smile. Despite his toned body and sharp jawline, his smile
brought out something childlike—Innocent—in him.

"I get it. Being a gangster sounds like fun, but theres consequences to your actions," (Y/N)
acknowledges.

"What do you think I should do? What's the end goal here?" Hinata asked for her advice
calmly.

"The police won't ever stop coming, but what if we figured out a way to change things. Make
it so that whatever crimes caught their attention don't happen again," (Y/N) offers, propping
herself on her elbow to look at Hinata.

"You want me to go back and try to stop all the evil thats running rampid?" Hinata inquired.

(Y/N) nodded slowly with a look of compassion. "It's the last resort. One last attempt at
fixing whats broken."
 Welcome Home

Another ridiculously long flight. (Y/N) found herself in a similar position as last time. Sitting
anxiously running back every memory in her head. Hinata sat on her right, Tsukishima on her
left. The pair had erased their tracks on the way to the airport, making it seem like their
excursion never existed.

The only comforting feeling that followed (Y/N) was the fact she had succeeded in bringing
Hinata back with her. However, she feared that the legend of Le Corbeau wasn't true. From
the few days she spent with the man she could tell he was kind-hearted, and a bit childish.
The hardened exterior and the anger-driven gaze she saw in photographs were no longer
visible in Hinata.

"You should really get that tattoo removed," Tsukishima mumbled, looking over at Hinata.

The ginger wore a plain black sweatshirt with the hood up for his own piece of mind.
Tsukishima had said it was to fulfill his personal ego; Thinking that the cops were always
looking for him. But through the hood, a piece of his crow tattoo peaked out. (Y/N) had seen
the ink in whole, a shadowy bird swooping down the side of his neck and almost touching his
collarbone. Now, with his clothing covering most of the work, the only part visible was the
tail. Which did look a bit...Funny.

"It hurt enough getting it done, I don't wanna go through the pain of getting it taken off,"
Hinata sighed.

(Y/N) took another look over at Hinata, focusing on his neck. "It looks kinda like a penis,"
she agreed.

"What?" Hinata shouted, immediately shrinking down from the embarrassment of how loud
his voice rang out.

Tsukishima tried to hide his smirk. "She's not wrong," he agreed quietly.
"One more word and I'll crash the plane," Hinata bit back with a scowl. Reaching into his
pocket he pulled out his headphones and tried to block out (Y/N) and Tsukishima's laughter
with some random show he saved on his phone.

(Y/N) leaned further back into her seat. Taking a moment to close her eyes (Y/N) tried to
picture the possible outcomes after they landed. If things went smoothly perhaps they could
all leave this behind them. Maybe in a month or so she could reach out to Sugawara, and
explain to him the pieces of her past that she wasn't truthful about.

Although that was the best possible outcome. (Y/N) had also pictured plenty of unhappy
endings. Ones where she lost everything. She focused on these more than the others. The
night that she had wandered into Sugawara's apartment she remembered a quote written out
on a sticky note. Hoping for the best, prepared for the worst, and unsurprised by anything in
between. (Y/N) tried to think like that; Be rational. But deep down she couldn't fight the
anxiety which was pitted in her stomach.

"You look stressed," Hinata leaned over and whispered to her as the plane began running
back along the tarmac.

"Is it that obvious?" (Y/N) replied with a breathy laugh.

"You're probably thinking about what's going to happen," Hinata said and then placed a hand
on her knee. "I am too."

"It's hard not to think," (Y/N) confessed.

"Really?" Tsukishima interjected. "You don't seem to think at all most of the time."

(Y/N) took in a deep breath and ignored his sly comment.

"I'd be worried about going to jail too," Hinata laughed.

Jail? (Y/N) hadn't even thought about herself going to prison. But after rummaging through
private documents as well as aiding and abetting criminals; Jail would be the first place she
went if this all went south.

"Thanks," (Y/N) smiled sheepishly. "I hadn't even thought about jail."

Hinata nodded, completely clueless about her sarcasm. He quickly grabbed his bag from
under his seat and stood up. The ginger watched from the aisle as (Y/N) tried to reach up into
the overhead bin for her carry-on. She looked to him momentarily for some assistance but
quickly remembered that Hinata was vertically challenged.

"Here," Tsukishima sighed and stood up. With one swift movement, he grabbed her bag and
handed it to her, his head almost brushing the top of the plane.

"How's the weather up there?" (Y/N) joked light-heartedly.

"From up here it looks like your hairline is receding," Tsukishima replied dryly.

That had quickly shut (Y/N) up. She walked in silence off the plane and through the terminal.
It wasn't until her phone rang at the bottom of the escalator that (Y/N) spoke again.

"Hello?" She asked the unknown phone number cautiously.

"We're here,'' Bokuto's voice answered on the other line.

(Y/N) hung up the phone and quickly walked toward the automatic doors, Hinata and
Tsukishima following behind. Bokuto's car wasn't hard to spot, it was the only one in the line
with dark tinted windows and shiny new wheels. He had taken off any branding marks,
probably in hopes to draw attention away from the car. But if that was his intention he had
failed miserably.
"No fucking way," Bokuto exclaimed as Hinata entered the car, followed by Tsukishima and
(Y/N). While it was nice to see Bokuto and Akaashi again, it was even better to no longer be
stuck in a middle seat.

"Hey, Bo," Hinata smiled and extended his hand which Bokuto took grasp of immediately.

Akaashi turned from the passenger seat and gave a gentle smile. "Good to see you," he
greeted.

(Y/N) could tell Hinata was slightly on edge. Fiddling with the zipper on his bag as Bokuto
pulled out from the airport. "I've got a hundred questions," he said. "But I'll keep things
brief."

"Go for it," Hinata replied with a laugh.

"Kenma and Kuroo are waiting on us at the club," Bokuto explained while he pressed hard
down onto the gas peddle.

"Kenma has a plan already cooked up. The only thing he's waiting on is us," Akaashi added,
tensing up as Bokuto took a sharp turn onto the highway.

Bokuto let one hand slip from the steering wheel and reach over to the center console. "You'll
be needing this back," Bokuto announced and through (Y/N)'s phone into the backseat.

"A burner phone?" Hinata questioned as he saw the girl holding two phones on her lap.

Before (Y/N) had caught her flight Kuroo had gifted her a second phone. He explained that it
would be best to go under the radar of the others on this trip. It would also be beneficial for
her, given her nature, to have a distraction-free trip. Meaning no texting, no calls, and
certainly no social media.
"Looks like you're very popular," Tsukishima joked as (Y/N)'s real phone lit up with streams
of texts.

(Y/N) could feel the guys in the back seat trying to take a peak. Quickly she shut it off and
put it back in her pocket. But Hinata had already caught the glimpse of a familiar name
displayed on the screen. He felt no need to bring it up to (Y/N), however. Thinking of
anything but the task at hand would mean trouble.

"No fucking way," Kuroo laughed as Hinata stepped out of the car.

"I've been getting that a lot," Hinata replied with a shrug.

The pair embraced quickly outside of the club before entering. It was always odd to come
inside with the overhead lights still on. It made the building look more like a themed diner
than a strip club.

"Glad to see you, Shoyo," Kenma piped up from his place by the computer. With a large
smile, Hinata ran forward and attacked Kenma with a tight hug. The man was uncomfortable
and awkward, sitting motionless as Hinata squeezed him tightly.

"We're glad to see you too," Kuroo smiled and looked toward (Y/N), Tsukishima, Akaashi,
and Bokuto.

"We get it, yer all really glad," a voice chimed in from the back room. Osamu's face peered
out from the back, walking slowly toward one of the tables.

"Osamu!" (Y/N) cried out and ran to him. Similar to Hinata, she wriggled him into a hug,
practically knocking him over in the act.

"Yer gonna kill me," Osamu sighed and patted her gently on the back.
"I'm so sorry," (Y/N) confessed while holding back tears.

"It's not yer fault 'Tsumu is an idiot," he replied.

Kuroo glanced over at Bokuto with a grimace. "She's never hugged me like that before,"
Kuroo muttered.

"Can't relate," Bokuto shrugged with a smile.

Kenma, who had finally freed himself from Hinata's tight hug cleared his throat. Quickly the
group turned toward him and awaited his spiel.

"Based on what (Y/N) said it's safe to say that Sakusa, Suna, and Kita are the ones we should
be worried about," Kenma announced.

Hinata turned toward (Y/N) in confusion. "How did you figure that out?" He asked her.

(Y/N) could feel the lump in her throat growing. "They uh...Sakusa basically took me to his
guest house and threatened me," she finally said with her eyes focused on her feet.

Hinata, similar to how he did on the plane, changed. However, this wasn't a fit of humorous
anger. Hinata's entire demeanor had changed slightly, into something much darker. "No one
wanted to tell me that?" He inquired in a low tone.

"It doesn't matter now," Kenma interjected, wishing to finish speaking about his plan.

"Go ahead," Kuroo instructed.

"It just so happens that those three have a multi-million dollar shipment leaving the docks
today," Kenma gestured to his laptop which held open various tabs. Some showed Suna
sitting down with foreign businessmen, others were bank statements and odd coded screens.

"So, what's the plan?" Hinata chimed in, walking around the bar and opening up a clear
bottle of liquor.

"That's expensive," Kuroo groaned as he watched Hinata take a swig.

"Anyways," Kenma once again sighed. "We're gonna give Sakusa an ultimatum."

Kuroo stopped Bokuto from even questioning what an ultimatum was. He shot him a glare
that made the words catch in Bokuto's throat.

Kenma went on to explain that tonight Sakusa would be visiting a warehouse by the harbor to
check on his shipments. He also added that it was likely the others would be there as well.
"What else is there to do on a random Tuesday night," Kenma said when Hinata asked what
made him so sure.

"We'll send (Y/N) in and make her 'confess,' saying that she really is a cop," Kenma
explained. "She'll simply say that she's worked up a deal with the police: Stop the crime and
the police will simply turn a blind eye."

"And what happens if they say no?" Osamu asked, rubbing his hand over his knee.

"Then she'll bring up the fact that Hinata is in town, and he is more than okay with turning
them all in if they don't oblige her offer," Kenma answered flatly.

Bokuto shook his head immediately. "No, we're not sending her into this by herself," he
argued.
"Why? You don't think I can handle myself?" (Y/N) scoffed in response.

"It doesn't matter what you can handle, the only thing that matters is your safety," Bokuto
replied shaking his head.

Loud clinking noises from behind the bar caused the pair to cease their squabbles. Hinata let
out an embarrassed laugh and put down the half-empty bottle.

"In the end, it's her choice," Kenma spoke up, turning his head to look at her.

"I'm doing it," (Y/N) answered quickly.

A small smile appeared on Kenma's lips and he slid out from the barstool and crossed the
room. "Follow me," he instructed as he worked his way toward the back room.

"The rest of us need to be on damage control," Kenma explained as he opened up the

dressing room door. "While (Y/N) handles Sakusa we have to be prepared to be back up."

Kenma pushed through layers of sparkly G-strings, feathered boas, and leather whips to
finally grab a plain black box. He used all his strength to lift it and slam it down on the floor.
"I knew we would use that one day," Kuroo beamed as he saw Kenma undo the latches of the
container.

Inside was a hefty amount of guns, ranging from small pistols, Glocks, and even a large
shotgun. A few holsters, some ski masks, and other weaponry were scattered around on the
bottom. Kenma quickly grabbed the matte Glock from the top, on its handle engraved in
silver was Le Corbeau. "I knew you'd come back for this one day," Kenma acknowledged and
tossed the gun to Hinata.

"Surprised you kept it all this time," Hinata said astonishingly while examining it. Kuroo,
who had been standing next to the ginger, placed his hand on his shoulder. "We never lost
faith in you," he nodded.
"The rest of you come to get one," Kenma ordered, handing out the guns to each of them.
Much to (Y/N)'s surprise even Osamu grabbed one. He laughed at her shocked expression
and attached the holster to his waist. "Atsumu would do the same," he expressed.

Suddenly (Y/N)'s stomach dropped, realizing Kenma had left out a very important puzzle
piece. "What about Okinawa and Atsumu," she asked frantically.

There was now a large elephant in the room that no one wanted to address. Allowing a few
minutes of silence to pass Kuroo cleared his throat and looked over toward the girl. "If this
plan goes well we can rack up evidence to prove them innocent, or at least get them on
parole," Kuroo explained.

"No," (Y/N) snapped.

"(Y/N)," Akashi tried to comfort her but the girl wasn't interested in the slightest.

"They're counting on us to get them out of there. We can't just leave them in there with false
hopes and a slur of maybes," she cried out and looked toward Osamu hoping he would agree.
The man stood stoic, letting in a deep breath and exhaling with his eyes closed.

"I want to get Atsumu out of there too, but we can't pass up this opportunity," Osamu
confessed. "If we try to break them out of jail this cycle of crime is never gonna stop."

The others didn't move or utter a word, but it was clear they agreed. Whether it was fair for
Oikawa and Atsumu to be the ones penalized or not, they couldn't change the past. "I want to
change things as much as you do," Hinata says and looks toward (Y/N). "But he's right."

(Y/N) sighed and looked down at Kenma. "Hand me a gun," she demanded and outstretched
her hand.
Kenma obliged and handed her a pistol. "Do you even know how to use one of those?" Kuroo
questioned as she covered the gun and holster with her jacket.

"Yeah you just point and pull the trigger," she replied matter-of-factly.

"Just don't," Bokuto sighed as he watched Kuroo's face distort into a stressed expression.

When they had finished allocating their resources the group walked back out into the main
area of the club. Kuroo's sight lingered on a booth that was near the stage. "Seems like just
yesterday," he chuckled, wrapping his arm around (Y/N).

The girl began to laugh and looked up at him mockingly. "What are you, my dad?" She
chuckled, causing Kuroo's face to turn pink.

"So we're all clear on what to do?" Kenma questioned, resuming his position by his laptop.

"If all goes well let's come back here and celebrate," Bokuto announced with a smile.

"Does tomorrow work? I've got to open the shop early," Osamu added with a sigh.

"Nah, I gotta pick my sisters up from the airport tomorrow. How about next week?" Bokuto
replied.

"Okay, next Friday?" Kuroo chimed in and received a set of nods.

(Y/N) laughed and took one last look at the group in front of her. "Thanks," she blurted out.
They turned toward her puzzlingly. "Thanks for what?" Akaashi asked.
Before (Y/N) could explain what her thanks were for, Kenma's phone alarm went off. "That's
your cue," he interrupted and pointed toward the clock. Between all the scheming and
sentiments no one had realized just how late it had gotten. Frantically (Y/N) zipped up her
jacket and crossed the room toward the exit.

"Woah, one sec," Kuroo called out.

"I've gotta go," (Y/N) pleaded.

"How do you plan to get there, hot shot?" Kuroo asked with a grin. Reaching into his back
pocket he pulled out a pair of keys and tossed them in her direction.

"Outside, around the corner," Bokuto added.

Quickly she ran out the door and followed Bokuto's directions. A sleek, glossy black sports
car lay in the shadows of the club. (Y/N) excitedly pressed the unlock button on the keys and
almost burst into tears at the sound of its doors unlocking.

"You've gotta be kidding me," she gasped and turned toward Kuroo and the others when they
made their way outside.

"That's a Mazda Mx-5, Hinata used to drive the old shittier version when he raced," Kuroo
explained and elbowed Hinata in the side lightly.

"It's a gift from us to you," Akaashi smiled.

(Y/N) could barely speak, choking back tears as she looked at all of them. "You're one of us,
which means you gotta drive like one of us," Bokuto laughed and gestured for her to open the
car. "As you said, you gotta go," he added in a bittersweet tone.
(Y/N) swung open the driver's side door and sat down in the seat. "Thank you!" She yelled
and turned the car on.

"Good luck out there," Hinata called out to her as she closed the door.

"I won't let you down," (Y/N) replied.

 The Final Lap

Warnings:

Gun violence, harassment, kidnapping, drugs, foul language, character death, blood, gore.

(Y/N) was surprised by the lack of security in the warehouses. Normally the large buildings
down the strip would be crawling with employees; Getting things boxed and ready to be
loaded onto the boats by morning. However, as she drove down the road, it was a ghost
town.

Her phone buzzed softly in her pocket. Slowing down toward the curb she turned it on and
looked at the slew of messages on her screen.

Kenma : Shut your phone off and delete all of your texts.

Sent 7:09 pm

Kenma : We'll know something is wrong if you contact us from this point forward.

Sent 7:22 pm

Kenma : Good luck out there.

Sent 7:38 pm

Following his instructions (Y/N) had cleared out her phone. The slightest bit relieved that
Sugawara hadn't tried contacting her since last Tuesday. Maybe one day, after all of this was
over, she could go back to him and explain herself. Although now wasn't the time to plot her
future life. If she didn't focus on the task at hand everything would turn to shit.
Deciding it would be best to continue on foot to keep the element of surprise (Y/N) parked
the car. As quietly as possible she shut the door and began her journey down to the
warehouse that Kenma had told her about. "Did you know that the original Coca-Cola had
cocaine in it?" Mattsuwaka's voice echoed through the large building. A varied array of sighs
followed his statement.

"Do you ever shut up?" Suna muttered.

(Y/N) paused outside the exterior of the warehouse. Hiding just on the edge of the opened
door, waiting for the perfect time to enter. Turning her head she could see Suna swiping his
gloved finger over finely packaged bricks of white powder.

"I was just trying to lighten the mood. You guys act like you just left the morgue,"
Mattsuwaka grumbled, receiving a few snickers from Terushima and Tendou.

It was just like Kenma said. They were all together, loitering around the warehouse like
crows by the landfill. (Y/N) could feel her pulse quickening, the fear of what was soon to
happen to settle in. The next time there was a pause in dialogue (Y/N) moved forward.

It took them a few seconds to catch on to the sound of footsteps. Sakusa recognized it first,
followed by Suna, Kita, and then the others. An eery smile appeared on Sakusa's face.

"Glad to see you're not dead in a ditch somewhere," he says politely. "I was starting to worry
about you."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. "You sure have a funny way of showing compassion," she adds flatly.
She caught a glimpse of Iwaizumi, his face suddenly frantic as he watched her walk closer to
them. Afraid of causing herself any more worry (Y/N) looked away and devoted her attention
back to Sakusa.

"So how'd you find us?" Sakusa asked.

"I haven't been completely honest," (Y/N) replied.

Suna chuckled and sighed to himself. "What is it?" He questioned.

"I've been working with the police this entire time," (Y/N) confessed with a solemn
expression.

The others: Terushima, Tendou, Hanami, Mattsuwaka, Semi, and Iwaizumi, looked at her in
disbelief. Iwaizumi shook his head, about to interject into the conversation. But Kita's
hysterical laugh stopped him from uttering a word.

"So, let me get this straight," Kita says in between his laughter. "You wanted to come here
and tell us you're a cop, for what?"

"To offer you guys a deal," she replies.

Sakusa raises his brow and steps out from behind the row of tables holding bricks of cocaine.
"Is that so?" He smirked.

"I know what your plan is tonight, and so do all of the police," (Y/N) explained in a sturdy
tone.

"So, you're here to arrest us?" Terushima asks from the background.

"No, I want to work out a deal," the girl replied.

The atmosphere had grown thick between them all. Sakusa took his time walking toward
(Y/N). He didn't seem worried about the time crunch he would be in soon if all of his product
wasn't put on the boat. The only thing catching his attention now was the girl standing in
front of him.

"Tell me, princess; What's the deal?" Sakusa inquired slyly.

"If you stop all of this, and I mean really stop, I can go back to the police and find a random
ex-Yazuka to blame this all on," (Y/N) answered, trying her best not to let her voice shake.

The boys in the back seemed interested in her offer. However, Sakusa did not. He stood
unwavering before her with dark, narrowed eyes.

"You want me to call off the deal?" Sakusa posed this as a question, although he was simply
repeating what (Y/N) had said.

Bringing out whatever courage was deep down in her body, (Y/N) nodded her head. It was
odd watching Kenma's plan unfold before her eyes. A plan that had been waiting to be
executed since almost the very beginning.

"It's that or," she took a pause and looked deep into Sakusa's eyes with a muted rage. "Hinata
can deal with it."

She could hear them murmuring in the background. Shocked about their leaders' sudden
arrival, but also wavering in belief.

"So Hinata is back?" Suna began to laugh from the table, looking to Kita and then to Sakusa.

Sakusa tried his best to hide the smile that was coming on this his face. But despite his best
efforts he soon flourished an adroit grin.

"Then it's settled," Sakusa agreed. "I'll stop the deal."

(Y/N) should've felt relieved. This is exactly how the plan went. She didn't need to touch her
gun, she didn't need to divulge into Hinata's current hideout. Everything had gone according
to plan.

However, Sakusa didn't move away from her. Nor did his grin disappear. He stood there
glancing down at her for a few seconds before his smile grew bigger. (Y/N) standing across
from him frozen.

"Kita, you can empty them out now," Sakusa instructed. He swiveled his head around to face
Kita who then ripped open a bag and dumped the white powder all over the floor.

(Y/N) could start to feel her stomach churn.

"No, we need that for police—"

"—This won't be good for evidence." Sakusa cut her off. "After all, it's just baby powder," he
shrugged and watched while Kita poured out another two packages.

While she was so busy watching Kita pour out the bags, (Y/N) had lost the whereabouts of
Suna. Feeling her face burn with anxiety (Y/N) went to reach for her gun, but felt a pair of
strong hands attach to her throat. Quickly he tackled her to the ground, standing over her with
his hands wrapped around her neck.

"See," Sakusa began to monologue as Suna began to drag her to the floor. "It's quite unlike
myself to ever do business in such a shitty location."

Sakusa leaned down and grabbed the gun from her holster. He then examined it—Laughing
at the safety being on— And placed it in his back pocket.
"You may think you know Kenma and them, but we've known them far longer," Sakusa
sighed, almost sounding disappointed in her. "I know just how Kenma thinks; Where he gets
his information, how he gets his information."

"L-let," (Y/N) tried to tell them to let her go. But before any real words escaped she erupted
into a coughing fit as Suna's hand wrung tighter around her neck.

Kita waltzed over as the last set of packages were sent to the floor. Reaching into his pocket
with a smile he pulled out a small plastic baggy. "These are real drugs," he said in a teacher-
like voice before opening the bag and taking a small pill out.

(Y/N) looked toward the other boys, helpless as Suna forced her mouth open. Iwaizumi sat
stationary in his chair; Frozen. He had no gun and no way out of the warehouse. Even if he
moved up from his seat and declared that this was all wrong; It wouldn't change a thing.

"You really thought that you could win using dirty tricks, hm?" Sakusa laughed and knelt
down to (Y/N) who was gagging as Kita shoved the small pill down her throat.

When the world started to become foggy (Y/N) used the last bit of strength to move out from
Suna's grasp. His hands latched onto her hair in a last attempt to keep her from running.
Causing her to cry out in pain from the burning sensation on her scalp.

Fighting tears she tried to reach down to grab her phone, but Sakusa had beaten her to it.
Quickly the man grabbed her wrists with one hand and swiped her phone with the other.

"I'm sure Kenma asked you to clear this thing out?" Sakusa hummed and turned her phone
on.

Letting go of her wrist Sakusa stood up and turned his back to her and Suna. "Kuroo?"
Sakusa's voice echoed through the building pleasantly. (Y/N) could hear Kuroo's muffled
threats over the phone. She began to fade in and out of consciousness, making silent pleas
with Sakusa to let her talk to the man on the phone.
"You think this shits funny?" Sakusa questioned ragefully. When Kuroo didn't give a
satisfactory answer Sakusa yelled out, "Shut up. You don't get to make any more bargains."

(Y/N) laid weak as Suna began to bound her wrists together. She mouthed the words please
to him, but Suna avoided looking at the girl's face. Watching as everything began to fade
away from her eyes, (Y/N) could hear Sakusa's coarse voice from across the room.

"You know where to go."

——

When (Y/N) had started to come to the first thing she recognized was the back seat. Although
her senses her muted and she had pins and needles running through her body, (Y/N) could
still recognize she was inside the car she was gifted. Quickly she tried to reach for the door
handle but stumbled, realizing her hands and feet were still bound.

"We didn't know," she could hear a voice explain from the front. Her hearing was still fading
in and out. But as she glanced up to the review mirror she could see Iwaizumi's eyes staring
back at her. "We didn't know the deal was fake; Or anything that Sakusa knew," Iwaizumi
adds dejectedly.

"It doesn't matter," (Y/N) said weakly from the back seat. She laid her head against the seat.
Taking some relief out of how the cool material felt on her swollen neck and face.

"You shouldn't leave your car unlocked," Iwaizumi adds, his inflection almost hinting at a
sense of humor in his statement.

"I'm glad this is funny to you," (Y/N) mumbled with her eyes shut.
"I'm sorry," Iwaizumi replied solemnly.

It hurt to breathe. (Y/N) felt as if she was taken from her own body. Bound and beaten as she
lay helpless in the back seat. It was clear that she had failed. The only hope she had was that
Hinata could fix things, but even that was a leap of faith.

"Please," (Y/N) began to beg softly. "Don't let him kill me," she paused and shook her head.
"Don't let him kill my friends," she corrected herself.

When Iwaizumi didn't respond (Y/N) began to weep. Silently at first, embarrassed to be seen
or heard crying. However, as more tears flooded she let go of insecurity and accepted grief.
Realized that after all of these months, she had failed. Not only did she fail her friends, but
she failed herself. Nothing but a sheep in wolf's clothing, trying to play a game that she could
never understand.

"She up?" Sakusa's voice was muffled but still heard from outside the car. Iwaizumi didn't
move a muscle. He sat in the passenger seat with his eyes focused on the dashboard.

"Hey, asshole. Is she up?" Sakusa repeated a bit more aggressively this time. Iwaizumi didn't
unlock the doors. Slow as possible he reached down to his pocket and let his hand rest on top
of his gun. "I'm sorry," (Y/N) could barely hear him say.

Bang.

It had happened fast. Glass exploded all throughout the car as the bullet penetrated the
window. (Y/N) couldn't tell whose blood was stained over the seats or whose cries she heard.
Ears still ringing from the sound of the gunshot she finally worked up the courage to open her
eyes up. Iwaizumi was bent forward with his face resting on the dashboard; Hands cupping
his stomach that leaked blood.

She felt herself scream, but no sounds could come out of her throat. Sticking his hand in
through the window Sakusa reached for the lock and then opened the back door. It wasn't
much of a struggle to pull (Y/N) out from the backseat, she was shaken and weak.
"Motherfucker really thinks he can try to shoot me?" Sakusa sighed. He reached over to
Iwaizumi's shirt and ripped off a piece of the cloth, using it as a gag for (Y/N) before
throwing her across his shoulder.

(Y/N) had closed her eyes once again. In her mind, she pictured herself lost at sea. The
rocking of her body as Sakusa walked was nothing more than waves brushing against her
boat. The few splatters of blood on her clothing and face were sunscreen she had spilled. But
the smell of petrol; The sound of her friend's curses and cries; Those she could not describe.

Much to her dismay (Y/N) realized where she was taken to:

The race track.

She felt Sakusa hoist her off his shoulder and place her hard on the ground. "(Y/N)!" Bokuto
shouted and went to scoop her into his arms.

"I wouldn't do that," Suna sighed, the sound of a gun cocking alerting the consequences if
Bokuto decided to touch her. Somewhere off in the distance was Kita, and a few stragglers.
Tendou and Terushima seemed to be the only ones able to stomach what was soon to happen.

"Iwaizumi's laying dead in that car over there for trying to help her," Sakusa confessed with a
groan. "I doubt you would want to end up like him?"

"You son of a bitch," Akaashi spewed.

(Y/N) eyes wandered over to the group standing a few feet from her. Hinata was the first one
she saw. Identical to the photographs now, the man had his hand on his gun and a look of
terror in his eyes. His arms shook, fists clenched so tight that it looked like his entire soul was
in the palms of his hands. "Stop all of this," Hinata didn't beg but ordered.
"If you couldn't already tell; I don't take orders from you anymore," Sakusa replied flatly and
gestured down to (Y/N).

"This is fucked, even for you," Akaashi argued, his voice tense and low.

"I wasn't the one who brought her into all of this mess," Sakusa shrugged and then pointed
his gun at Kuroo whose eyes were red and misty. Kuroo clenched his jaw and glanced down
at (Y/N) who looked away embarrassingly. She didn't need any more reminders of how badly
she had made things for them.

"You're right," Tsukishima answered for Kuroo. Even though he was distressed, his glasses
fogged up as he glared down at Sakusa. "You've made it clear she's nothing but a mess, so
let's leave her out of this."

Even in crisis, Tsukishima couldn't stray away from insults or sarcasm. While Sakusa didn't
find any of this amusing, it did at least move his plan in motion. "The only person handling
this is Hinata," he replied.

"What do you want me to do," Hinata asked while trying to maintain his composure.

"This is gonna end how it started," Sakusa expressed calmly. "On the race track."

Sakusa believed he had the upper hand. After all, Hinata had been gone for a substantial
amount of time without racing. In his mind, this would be an easy win.

"What are the stakes?" Tsukishima questioned while Hinata glared at Sakusa.

Sakusa's face twisted into an expression of blind rage. Pulling the gun from his waist he fired
a shot passed Tsukishima's head. The bullet sunk a few yards away, lightly skidding against
the floor. The blonde—Slightly flustered— Looked at Sakusa, eyes filled with hysteria and
his jaw hung slightly open. "This doesn't concern you, four eyes," Sakusa spat in response.
It was at that moment that Hinata's consciousness returned. Where ever his mind had
wandered to within the few minutes of Sakusa's and (Y/N)'s arrival was irrelevant.

"Do that again and I'll kill you," Hinata hissed.

"If I win, Hinata dies, and that bitch you all love will have the option of dying alongside him
or turning herself into the police," Sakusa pauses and looked toward Kuroo, Kenma, Akaashi,
Bokuto, and Tsukishima. "Your fates are much similar to hers."

(Y/N) cocked her head slightly to look up at them, trying to mouth the words "It's okay."

"If Hinata wins then the others and I will go gently into the night," Sakusa adds.

"You got it," Hinata replied instantly.

"Are you fucking insane?" Kenma piped up, once again shocking everyone with his vocals.

"I'm the reason things turned to shit," Hinata shouted in response. "I need to be the one to fix
this. I can't keep running away," Kenma looked away as Hinata spoke once more. It was the
first time in years that anyone had seen Kenma so angry, his calm exterior crumpling away.

"Hinata," (Y/N) tried to intervene but her voice was muffled and quiet due to the cloth stuffed
in her mouth. The only one who heard her whispers was Tsukishima, who as subtly as
possible shook his head no.

"Unfortunately you'll have to take your little pet's car," Sakusa said and gestured to the black
Mazda parked a few yards away. "Of course, I suggest taking the corpse out of it
beforehand."
Kuroo turned toward the parking garage where Kita and the others were watching from afar.
"You don't give a shit about any of this?" Kuroo yelled out.

Kita didn't give Kuroo the satisfaction of a response. "We were friends, a team," Kuroo cried
out, his voice straining.

Sakusa let out a dramatic sigh and began to walk through the group of men. "If you'll excuse
me I've got a race to win," Sakusa mumbled, bored of their desperation.

"Kiyoomi," Suna called out.

"Don't let them touch her," Sakusa replied, already aware of what the ravenette was going to
ask.

Bokuto looked frantically toward Hinata who unzipped his sweatshirt and held it in his
hands. "You're seriously gonna do this?" Bokuto cried out to him.

Hinata did not stop walking as he answered, "I'm done running away."

"He's baiting you! It's not running away it's being logical," Akaashi tried to explain in
agreeance with Bokuto.

Their words did not affect Hinata. He continued his descent down toward the car like a death
row inmate walking toward the electric chair. His face was stone cold as he looked upon
Iwaizumi's corpse hanging over the dashboard. Hinata could not offer any tears, not even a
frown. The shame he felt didn't even allow him to offer up any condolences to the man.

Using his sweatshirt Hinata grabbed Iwaizumi's body and pulled it gently from the car.
Without so much as a tear, he placed him down sitting upright against a lamp post. "No one
told me it would end like this," Hinata said softly as he walked away from Iwaizumi's body
and into the driver's seat.
Suna lugged (Y/N) off the ground. She squirmed a bit hoping he would let her go but it was
no use. "Stop," Kuroo shouted and advanced ferociously toward the man.

"Ah-ah-ah, no touching," Suna snickered and glanced over to Kita who sat with a gun
cocked in their direction. Tendou and Terushima were in similar stances, waiting like
predators for the chance to shoot.

"It would be best if you joined Kita to watch the race," Suna suggested, although the group
knew that it was an order. (Y/N) still tried to squirm out of his grasp but whatever they had
shoved down her throat earlier had made her weak. It wasn't much of a hardship to grip her
tightly and drag her away.

"I'm just gonna shoot him, "Bokuto muttered under his breath and reached for his gun.
Tsukishima reached in front of him and grabbed his hand. "Don't," was all he said.

"Do you see what they did to her? To Iwaizumi?" Bokuto spat.

"They won't hurt her until this race is over. If we decide to shoot now it's going to put her in
more danger," he replied in a quiet, but urgent voice.

Bokuto mulled his words over. Finally, he dropped his hand from his waist and pulled away
from Tsukishima. There was a tension within their group that no one wanted to address.
Every possible solution could only end with someone dying. '

Feeling as if there was no other answer than to sit and wait, the group walked toward Kita.

"Glad to see you all again," Kita greeted them, keeping his gun out on display.

"Go to hell," Osamu rolled his eyes

"Not very nice are we?" Tendou cackled as he walked behind Osamu, the sound of the gun
cocking causing him to freeze.

Suna had taken (Y/N) a few feet closer to the parking garage to avoid her causing any
distractions. He leaned the girl against the concrete building and removed the gag from her
lips. With her feet and hands still bound all she could do was move her neck. "You're a
coward," she said as loudly as she could. Her throat burned, and every swallow set out a
shock of pain but it was nothing compared to the anger in her chest.

"At least I'll be a rich one," Suna shrugged. "Now shut up and watch the race," he added and
pressed his gun into her side.

(Y/N) reluctantly devoted her focus to Hinata and Sakusa. The black Mazda was now scraped
with a destroyed window. No surprise to anyone, Sakusa's car was in far better shape. He
drove a charcoal color Acura NSX; An sleek-looking car with a hefty price tag.

"Just because the outsides fucked doesn't mean the engine doesn't run," Tsukishima spoke to
Kita dryly.

"You haven't been on the race track in a while," Kita sighs and then looks on to the others. "In
fact, almost none of you have."

They fell silent. Osamu glanced down at his legs, a hurt expression displayed on his face.

"Don't look so blue, Osamu. Atsumu finally gets to pay for his crimes toward you," Kita says
in a faulty tender voice.

After hearing Kita's comment, Osamu lurched forward and extended his hands in an attempt
to grab Kita's throat. "You son of a bitch," Osamu seethed at the mouth, halted from moving
forward due to Kuroo's hands wrapped around his torso.
"I'd highly suggest not doing that again," Kita chuckled. However, he wasn't talking about the
gun pointed at Osamu's temple or the one in Tendou's clutches, but the gun Suna pointed to
(Y/N).

Engines rumbling in the background caused them to turn toward Hinata and Sakusa. There
was no need for someone to wave a flag, the pair on the road were in sync. Both of them
looked straight forward with their hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel.

"One last chance," Sakusa chimed in with his window down. "Back out now and maybe I'll
keep the girl around, as my own little pet of course," he chuckled.

"Fuck you," Hinata replied, taking one glance over to Sakusa.

"Your loss," Sakusa shrugged

And just like that, the race began. A high-pitched squealing sound echoed through the empty
street as Sakusa and Hinata peeled out from their spots. (Y/N) watched anxiously as the pair
turned the corner, neither one letting up an inch of a lead.

It had been over two years since Hinata was behind the wheel of a car in this context. Each
turn caused him to clench the wheel tighter, his teeth grinding together as he looked ahead on
the road. He had always raced on his own terms, looking for a thrill alongside his friends.
This was nothing like those races, every fiber of Hinata's being was determined to win this;
Because he knew the consequences if he didn't.

"C'mon," he muttered as he watched the next turn approach.

"You don't press the breaks when you get into a turn," he could hear Ukai's voice ring in the
back of his mind. "If you really need to, just ease up on the gas."

Sakusa hadn't the same role models in his life. When he joined Hinata's group he wasn't all
that interested in getting to know the veteran racers. He liked going fast and having fun. The
entire sentimental part of it wasn't as much of a thrill. This is why as he drove through the
turn Sakusa pressed lightly on his breaks.

"You dumb fucker," Hinata laughed to himself as Sakusa, just by an inch, lost the chance for
a lead.

Angrily trying to compensate for the distance lost Sakusa made a sharp turn toward Hinata's
car; Taking a piece of his tail end off. Hinata could see Sakusa's smirk in his review mirror,
revving his engine once again to ram into the ginger's car.

"You can't beat me," Sakusa shouted hysterically, laughing as he once again hit Hinata.

Although Hinata and Sakusa were out of sight, the sounds of the collisions echoed. (Y/N)
tensed up at every crash and waited desperately to hear the sound of both engines. "He's
trying to make him crash, how is that fair?" Kuroo scowled and turned toward Kita.

"Who said it needed to be fair?" Kita shrugged.

The eery glow of headlights was now visible as Sakusa and Hinata drove neck and neck
toward the finish. Through the dirty windshield, Hinata could see his friends waiting for him.
Despite all that had happened they were still there. That same eager look on their eyes,
hoping to claim victory as if this was any other race.

That only was enough for Hinata. Just the sight of them waiting for him like always was
enough satisfaction and closure. "You wanna win asshole?" Hinata yelled, taking in a deep
breath and loosening his grip on the wheel. "Then, by all means, go ahead."

Another crashing noise echoed through the lot. But it was not caused by Sakusa's hand.
Hinata knew that Sakusa was going to win by any means, which meant he had to do the
same. Shutting his eyes Hinata slammed his foot down onto the brake. The squealing of his
wheels was followed by the sound of a gut-wrenching collision.
And then the sound of a gunshot.
 The End

(Y/N) heard the bullet come from the gun; She felt the blood splatter against her face.

For what felt like hours she waited searching for an ounce of pain, but in the end felt nothing.
Though her ears were still ringing from the bang she could hear the faintest of voices call out,
"It's okay." The voice echoed in her ears, swam circles inside her head, repeating itself over
and over again.

Slowly opening her eyes she could see Suna laying bloody next to her. A clear bullet wound
lay just right below his ribcage. The gun which he was pointing at her back moments ago was
still in his hand but had yet to be fired. At last, she saw him; Clothed in the same wrinkled
long sleeve black he wore when they had snuck into Osamu's onigiri store.

Sugawara dropped the gun and bent down next to (Y/N).

"It's okay," he repeated as he took out a pocket knife and sliced through the bindings on her
wrists and ankles.

(Y/N) wasn't even sure she was still living. It felt too much like a dream to be rescued in such
a manner. But when Sugawara lifted her body into his arms (Y/N) realized she was still very
much alive.

"I've gotta help them," she begged Sugawara, waiting for him to let her go.

"No," he responded and looked at her.

"No?" She replied.

"I let you go once, I won't do it again," Sugawara demanded, keeping her in his arms. "Trust
me, trust your friends."

(Y/N) looked at him puzzlingly, unsure of why he was here; How he knew to be here. From
behind the sound of more shells being fired was heard. Quickly (Y/N) swiveled her head to
where Kuroo and the others were originally standing.

Kita, much to their surprise had dropped his gun almost immediately and surrendered. He
placed his hands up and allowed Akaashi to hold him hostage with the head of the pistol
placed into his stomach.

"Good aim," Kenma nodded nonchalantly to Bokuto who was still in shooting position.
Tendou fell to the floor, groaning as he held his thigh tightly. It wasn't a fatal shot, Bokuto did
not want to kill someone he once considered his friend.

Watching in dismay as his friend lay on the ground Terushima tried to lurch forward and
tackle Bokuto, but was immediately stopped but Kuroo. Knowing how unchained Terushima
was Kuroo knew his first move would be to try and take down Bokuto. With a thud, the pair
came falling to the ground. Thrashing around until Kuroo was able to land a blow between
his eyes.

"Hinata!" Kuroo shouted, and turned his head briefly toward the wreck up ahead. "Someone
check if he's okay," he cried out again, still trying to keep Terushima pinned to the ground.

It was Osamu who accepted this request. Without any hesitation, Osamu went running. It was
the first time in years that he had moved so quickly. Ignoring the pain in his leg Osamu ran as
fast as he could toward the car. Every footstep against the concrete sent a shock up through
his nerves, but also a sense of freedom.

"I'm running, Atsumu," Osamu whispered breathlessly to himself. A slight smile posed on his
lips and his lungs fought for air.

Approaching the car Osamu couldn't help but feel uneasy. Similar to Sakusa's vehicle,
Hinata's was totaled. The only hope was that, unlike Sakusa, Hinata was reared ended. This
meant that if Hinata was prepared he could try to prepare himself for the harsh force coming
from behind.

"Hinata!" Osamu cried out as he approached the driver's side.

The car was crumpled from the back almost all the way to the front side, causing the driver's
door to jam. Unable to open it Osamu grabbed his gun and slammed it against the glass,
shattering it into a thousand pieces.

"Hinata," Osamu repeated, much softer than before.

Laying inside was Hinata, gun in his hand. The impact had caused him to slam against the
steering wheel and windshield. His face was bloodied and pieces of debris seemed to burry
themselves in his skin. Sitting and watching for a minute Osamu saw his chest rise and fall,
slowly, but it mean that Hinata was still alive.

"I," Hinata tried to speak but began to cough, specks of blood coming up from his chest and
onto his lips. "I won," he said with a ghostly smile.

"Yeah, yeah you did," Osamu chuckled through the tears that began to leak from his eyes.

"I shot him," Hinata whispered and tried to turn his head toward Sakusa's car.

When Sugawara had snuck up and shot Suna, Hinata had simultaneously shot Sakusa.
Predicting that the car would spin out near his own, he seized the opportunity to finish the
job.

"Is he okay?" (Y/N) called out to Osamu, who in return nodded his head yes.

"Thank god," she whispered to herself and slunk back down against the concrete building.
Sugawara did the same, letting her lean against his shoulder.
"I should go help," Sugawara said as he tried to stand up, but (Y/N)'s hands stopped him from
moving.

"Stay," she pleaded.

"But—"

"What happened to the 'I let you go once' thing," she raised her brow and provided a weak
smile. "You think you're the only one who feels that way?"

Sugawara looked down at her in shock. Although it was never said explicitly, he knew
exactly what she was trying to say. Pulling her closer toward his chest Sugawara sighed.

"What about you, are you okay?" He asked her softly.

"How'd you know I was here?" (Y/N) changed the subject quickly looking up at him.
Sugawara looked tired and worn out. His eyes swam in dark circles from the lack of sleep
and his hair lay in a mess over his face.

"We're partners remember?" Sugawara chuckled softly and brushed the hair out of her face.

(Y/N) had finally let herself burst into tears. Sobbing against his chest as she did on the night
of the rain storm.

"It'll be okay," Sugawara reassured and held on to her hand tightly. "We're gonna be okay."

For a minute everyone felt relief. When the boys looked over and saw (Y/N) was alive and
well Osamu called on Tsukishima, Bokuto, and Kenma to help him retrieve Hinata from the
car. Akaashi and Kuroo stayed to keep monitoring Kita, Tendou, and Terushima.
"You're all a bunch of idiots," Kita began to laugh.

"Did I tell you to talk?" Akaashi asked with a scowl.

"You think this is over?" Kita asked them mockingly.

Kuroo's face dropped, looking toward the car wreck where the four men were trying to set
Hinata free. Between the fighting and chaos, no one had a secure look at their surroundings.
"Did someone," Kuroo felt panicked unable to spit the words out. "Did anybody check on
Sakusa?" He finally spits out.

The answer was no; Because when Kenma Bokuto sprinted toward the other car there was no
one in the driver's seat.

There were only a few seconds between Kuroo's realization and yet another ring of a bullet
escaping the barrel. While the others were fighting Sakusa had managed to slide out from the
car and crawl the few feet over into the shadows, unable to be seen by the others. It was from
that place where Sakusa aimed his gun and shot (Y/N).

"No," the girl cried out in agony.

Sugawara fell prone onto her lap. A string of painful sighs escaped from his lips as (Y/N)
turned him over and cried out at the sight of blood on her hands. When Sakusa aimed for the
girl he had not taken into account his unstable stance. The kickback of the gun caused him to
lean to the right, sending the bullet into Sugawara instead of (Y/N).

"Oh god," she repeated frantically over and over as the dark liquid caused his shirt to become
damp. She thought back to the man on the plane, how he told her that it was okay to feel
everything and nothing at the same time. While she held Sugawara in her arms (Y/N) knew
only one thing: She didn't want Sugawara to leave her. Whether he hated her, loved her, or
worked as her partner (Y/N) was devasted at the thought of him simply not existing anymore.
"Fuck it," Sakusa groaned and limped toward them. "You can die together."

(Y/N) looked up at Sakusa. A piece of the compound material of the dashboard was lodged
into his upper shoulder, and severe lacerations from the glass covered the rest of his skin, but
it was his eyes that she took account of. They were like wounded animals, pupils dilated and
glossy, narrowing down on whatever it was about to attack.

Taking a shaky breath (Y/N) held Sugawara close to her chest and whispered the only words
that she was okay with being her last. "I love you."

Shutting her eyes (Y/N) could sense Sakusa aiming, now standing almost on top of her.

Bang.

When (Y/N) opened her eyes she watched Sakusa come crashing down. Behind him, arms
outstretched with his pistol in clutch was Tsukishima.

"I'm always one step ahead, remember?" He said calmly.

"Kei," (Y/N) cried out as he gave her a shaky smile.

Sakusa lay dead at the blonde's feet and behind him, Bokuto carried Hinata out from the car
and set him down on the floor. The brief moment of relief had dissipated for (Y/N) when she
looked back down at Sugawara. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, feeling sick to her stomach.

"I don't want you to be gone, come back," she sobbed touching his face gently. If she could've
at that moment (Y/N) would've switched places with him. Given him the chance to live out
his dreams, to experience a happy life.
Leaning down (Y/N) placed her lips against his own. "Come back," she repeated.

A few garbled words escaped Sugawara's lips. "T-tsu," he tried to speak.

"Tsukishima, can I sit up now," he finally spits out an entire sentence.

"What?" (Y/N) gasped as she watched his eyes open and glance up toward Tsukishima.

"You're all good, buddy," Tsukishima nodded.

Letting out a sigh of relief Sugawara sat up and gave (Y/N) a smile. "You're not dead?" She
asked frantically, pressing down on where his wound was. Much to her surprise, the area was
rock solid, almost leathery.

Sugawara took off the long-sleeved shirt and revealed a bullet-proof vest, blood packs
attached to its exterior. Still in shock (Y/N) looked up to Tsukishima who shrugged his
shoulders.

"You really think I would rely on those baboons over there to save you?" Tsukishima
chuckled.

"You son of a bitch!" She yelled at shoved Sugawara. "I thought you died!"

Sugawara began to laugh as she continued to punch the vest. "That was the point," he
explained. Then Sugawara let out a sigh and raised his brows. "Plus it finally got you to say
you love me."

"I never said that," (Y/N) lied.

Kuroo, who had finally been able to bind the wrists of Terushima, Tendou, and Kita
wandered over to them. "Okay, what the fuck is happening?"

Tsukishima had gained a sudden sense of confidence and turned to look at Kuroo. "The one
thing we didn't think about was what would happen after this blood bath," he said. "If we
came out here guns blazing we would all end up in jail."

Kuroo and (Y/N) shared a brief look of confusion with each other.

"So Tsukishima reached out to me," Sugawara chimed in. "When the police come, which of
course they will. We'll show them the video and explain that Sakusa alongside those idiots
tried to attack a government intern, and what we did was just self-defense."

"Video?" (Y/N) questioned.

Tsukishima waltzed over a foot or two away from where (Y/N) and Sugawara laid. Hidden in
between a few scraggly bushes was a phone. Tsukishima grabbed it, smiling once more as he
started to replay the video at full volume.

"Sugawara said that having evidence would make sure the plan was executed smoothly. So,
while you were off at the warehouse I came here and set up my phone," Tsukishima handed
her the device so she could see the video herself. "It looks like Sugawara, a government-paid
intern, rescued an innocent bystander."

"It also looks like my 'undercover agents' had to step in and rescue us from Sakusa and his
little friends," Sugawara added and gestured toward the others.

"Secret agents? Video recording?" Kuroo stammered. "How did you know this would
happen?"

Tsukishima shrugged, "because I know my friends. I knew the chances of Sakusa believing
(Y/N) were low, and I also knew that if he wanted to settle things this is the place he would
want to do it."

The four of them stood up and began to walk over to where Hinata and the others were
kneeling. Bokuto waved them on frantically, signaling that Hinata had regained
consciousness once more.

"You were okay with all of this?" Kuroo cocked his head and looked at Sugawara who was
trailing behind trying to support (Y/N).

"Just because I said no to racing years back doesn't mean I forgot about my friends,"
Sugawara confessed.

"We didn't forget you either," Bokuto laughed as he met eyes with Sugawara. "You don't look
any different," he adds.

(Y/N) who still felt unclear as to what had just happened looked at all of them puzzlingly.
"We were all friends back in the day," Tsukishima explained nonchalantly as he knelt close to
Hinata's body.

"He's doing okay," Osamu added, supporting Hinata's head with his arm.

(Y/N) dropped to her knees and leaned over to look at Hinata. "I won," Hinata chuckled as he
looked back at her.

"You did," she replied, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Where is he?" Hinata asked quietly.

Akaashi looked to Sugawara and then cocked his head slightly to signal him to come closer.
Sugawara knelt next to (Y/N) and placed his hand on Hinata's shoulder. "Long time, no see,"
Sugawara smiled.
"I knew you were gonna find me, you son of a bitch," Hinata grinned, his teeth stained with
blood.

"Save that smiling for the ambulance ride," Sugawara rolled his eyes.

They sat there together on the floor for a few minutes. Reassuring each other that they were
all okay until the authorities came to the scene. Hinata was dealt with first. He was placed on
a stretcher and carried onto the ambulance, Kenma trailing behind. It was the first time
Kenma had ever offered to help, and (Y/N) couldn't deny him the chance to stay with Hinata.
Her guilt would have to be dealt with another day. Plus, it would be best for her to stay
behind to talk to the police; Their questions would be endless and she would have to oblige
them all.

"You would make a pretty good cop," Kuroo chuckled as they began to walk toward the
squad car.

"You think so?" (Y/N) replied with a snicker.

"I know I'd feel a lot safer if you were the one holding the gun," Kuroo replied with a grin.

"Ah man," Sugawara grimaced as he and (Y/N) watched the brunette police officer exit his
car.

"You think now is a good time to tell him I ate all the food from the rec room minifridge?"
He whispered in (Y/N)'s ear. (Y/N) laughed and reached down to grab Sugawara's hand.

Daichi turned around and locked eyes with (Y/N) and Sugawara. A look of paternal-like
disappointment, but also relief on his face as they walked toward him.

"You got a lot of explaining to do," he sighed.

"We know," Sugawara and (Y/N) replied in unison.

——

A week and a few days had passed since the night at the race track. The news had
broadcasted the incident for almost ten days, explaining that two Police interns had
pinpointed the leader of an infamous street racing gang. With the help of ex-members, they
were able to infiltrate and exterminate the leader and the gang itself.

It was because of that belief that Oikawa and Atsumu were released from prison by their
fourth week; And Kuroo, Osamu, Kenma, Bokuto, Tsukishima, and Akaashi were all found
innocent in the court of law.

"I guess this is better than going back to the strip club?" Sugawara questioned as he parked
the car in the hospital's lot.

"It's not that bad," (Y/N) shrugged.

"Well you're an honorary stripper, you have to say that," Sugawara teased as they got out of
the car.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, but deep down felt happy about how accepted Sugawara made her feel.
After the incident Sugawara offered his home up to (Y/N), a request the girl accepted almost
immediatly. For the first few days (Y/N) allowed herself, and Sugawara the chance to calm
down. By Daichi's order they kept limited conctact with the others until all reports had been
finished.
By the time a week had past (Y/N) called Sugawara in to the living room with a look of
dispair. She had told herself one day she would be honest with him and had decided that there
was no better time to do it then that morning.

"I want to tell you everything," she had said as he sat across from her on the couch.

Sugawara simply nodded his head, and then sat an listned. He showed no dissaproving
glances or offered disgusted language. He just sat there and listened as she told him
everything from her birthday at the club, to the days before Sakusa's death, and all the antics
in between. By the time she was done the tears had dried and she was left red in the face
awaiting Sugawara to leave or say that he hated her. But of course, he didn't.

Instead, Sugawara simply laughed and walked into the kitchen to make them something to
eat.

"You left me at the airport because you were afraid that I would judge you for everything?"
He questioned, just to make sure he wasn't misinterpreting anything.

(Y/N) couldn't speak, she just simply nodded yes.

"You know when it comes to loving someone there are boundaries," Sugawara began to
explain while taking out a pan to boil water. "You give and take as much as you can handle."

(Y/N) watched him intently. When scrunched his nose before speaking; The way he walked
around the small kitchen; how he brushed his hair out from his eyes, (Y/N) noticed all of it.

"But have an entire lifetime of love to offer you, and endless amount that I can give and you
can take. I can't draw that line with you. We both know that mistakes happen, life sweeps you
off your feet and puts you in positions that you never though you would be in," Sugawara
confesses and then looks over to her. "All of those things in your past, those don't change
how I feel about you."
""You don't hate me?" She had asked him.

Sugawara looked at her with all the love in the world. "It's like you said," he sighed and then
drop to his knees. Pretending to cry, Sugawara leaned his head back and in his best falsetto
voice cried out, "I love you."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, "I didn't sound like that."

Sugawara chuckled and stood up. "Only a little bit," he confided.

(Y/N) smiled to herself as she recalled that morning. Together the pair walked out of the
parking garage, Sugawara holding a wrapped present in his hand as the neared the large white
building. Reaching the hospital doors (Y/N) could see Osamu and Atsumu awaiting their
arrival in the lobby.

"Yer late," Atsumu furrowed his brows.

"You look better," (Y/N) smiled.

"I feel like shit," he replied bitterly.

"That's the point of withdrawal," Osamu sighed.

When Atsumu had gotten out of jail he was pale, skinny, and irritable. Weeks without pills
caused him to go through withdrawals. But under Osamu's supervision Atsumu slowly started
to feel like himself again. Although he still broke out into hot sweats and cursed at birds
outside his window, Atsumu was no longer searching for perocets in the pocket of his pants.

"You guys wanna stay down here and chit-chat or do you wanna go celebrate Hinata's
birthday," Oikawa chimed in as the elevator doors opened.
Quickly the four of them entered the elevator with Oikawa. Similar to Atsumu, Oikawa's exit
from jail was difficult. (Y/N) was the one to tell him. She and Sugawara were also the ones to
set up Iwaizumi's funeral service, making sure his service gave a proper tribute to his life.

"I don't resent you," Oikawa had told her as they stood dressed in all black.

"You should," she had replied.

"Fucking or not, we would all risk our lives for you," Oikawa explained. "And we know you
would do the same for us. You already have."

Whether (Y/N) forgave herself or not was irrelevant. Everywhere she searched for blame and
hatred she found nothing. For years the girl had searched for security, love, and for friends
whose loyalty laid deep in their bones. It just never occurred to her that those things had
finally become hers.

"There's the birthday boy," Sugawara laughed as they entered Hinata's room.

Hinata had undergone a few minor surgeries when he first arrived in the hospital. His ribs
were badly broken and needed the fractured pieces to be reconstructed back to their normal
state. However, as soon as the work on his body was done Hinata had bounced back to his
lively self. Sitting in the hospital bed Hinata was shoveling birthday cake into his mouth.

"This is the first time in eight days I can have solid food," Hinata confessed with his mouth
full.

"Actually, the nurse said if you feel up to it you can take a few bites of mushy food,"
Tsukishima cleared up with a sigh.
"It gets mushy when it's in my mouth, see?" Hinata explained and then opened up his mouth
to showcase the various colored chewed-up cake on his tongue.

"You're disgusting," Kenma groaned and devoted his attention back to his phone.

(Y/N) chuckled and walked closer to the hospital bed. "I'm glad you and Sugawara could
make it," Kuroo chimed in and awkwardly extended his hand out to Sugawara.

"Did you really tell him everything?" Kuroo whispered to her with a grimace.

"Everything," she replied.

"Don't worry," Sugawara looked over to Kuroo. "Erectile dysfunction can be solved with
medication."

Everyone in the room broke out in the laughter. Kuroo was left speechless, looking
desperately to (Y/N) for reassurance that she never said such a lie. "Relax, he's kidding," she
giggled and elbowed Sugawara in the side.

"Forgetting about Kuroo's broken dick," Bokuto chimed in, ignoring Kuroo as he shouted,
"It's not broken!"

"I'm glad we could all be here together," he continued.

They all nodded and smiled in agreement. It felt almost too mundane to be sitting in a
hospital room celebrating, especially after what had happened over the past few months. But
mundane was just what every one of them was hoping for. It was a blessing to be able to start
a normal life after what they had been through, and none of them dared complain about the
simple things in life.
As they stood there, smiling and cracking jokes around Hinata's hospital bed there was no
grief. Despite everything, the only thing that occurred in that room was love. A love for the
new life ahead, and the excitement for what tomorrow would bring. They knew that whatever
was ahead, no matter where they were, they would find a way to face it together.
 EPILOGUE + AUTHORS NOTE
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

It was a mild, yet sunny afternoon. (Y/N) had begged Hinata to cut his birthday trip short to
be around today. At first, he was reluctant to agree. Complaining that three years ago he spent
his birthday inside of a hospital and that this was his first big trip in "forever." Although he
held a soft spot for the girl, every time she brought it up it resulted in a dead-end
conversation.

Yui, who after some time—And a lot of explanations—Had become acquainted with (Y/N)'s
new group. Which is why she felt the need to send a slew of passive-aggressive texts to the
man about why he absolutely needed to be there. In the end, Hinata had agreed—Mostly out
of fear that Yui would find his home address and do something horrible if he didn't show.

Cutting his trip short Hinata, and Oikawa packed up their beach towels and flew back home.
Making sure to arrive at the church an extra half hour early just to prove a point to the
women.

"You look great," sighed (Y/N) as Yui twirled around in front of the mirror.

"Is this too soon?" She replied with a frown, second-guessing every choice she had made up
to this point.

(Y/N) let out an exasperated sigh. Her friend had asked her the same question since the day
Daichi got down on one knee.

"You have every single person's blessing," (Y/N) replied, just like she did the first five times
Yui had asked her.

"I know but—"

"—Do you love him?" (Y/N) interjected with a huff.

There was no doubt about it. Yui was completely, utterly in love with the man she called her
fiance.

"Yes," she replied.

"Then you are walking down that aisle or so god help me I will—"

"—Damn," Daichi's voice calling out from the door caused (Y/N) to stop mid-sentence.

With a scowl, she walked up toward him and shoved him out of the room. "It's bad luck for
the groom to see the bride before the wedding," (Y/N) grumbled.

"I know, I just wanted to let you know that everyone is here," Daichi answered meekly and
lifted his palm to his eyes in an attempt to blind himself.

The sound of footsteps hustling down the hall alerted the three that yet another straggler was
coming in to join the conversation. The newly hired school teacher popped his head out from
the doorway with brows furrowed.

"Your wedding is supposed to start in ten minutes," Sugawara muttered, causing Daichi to
laugh embarrassingly.

(Y/N) chuckled as her boyfriend grabbed Daichi by the collar and began to pull him back
down the hall. "You both look great by the way," Sugawara called out as he and Daichi made
their way back to the altar.

Yui took one last look at herself and then smiled up at (Y/N). "The dress is amazing," she
sighed.
"Kuroo's really able to get us some good connections," (Y/N) replied with a smile, taking a
look out the window to see the beautiful landscaping.

With his quick tongue and ability to hustle Kuroo landed himself a marketing job. His
contacts no longer contained strippers and car companies, but a wide range of celebrities,
athletes, and of course: Designers. The venue that the wedding was going to be held at was
also thanks to Kuroo. A client of his had originally planned his wedding here on this date, but
after someone had leaked photos of his fiancé in bed with another man, the wedding was
called off. This meant that Kuroo was given the excellent opportunity to book it without a
single person knowing.

"You sure I can keep it?" Yui asked, running her hands over the lace bodice.

"For the millionth time, that dress is a gift—It's all yours," (Y/N) gave her friend a recurring
nod and then stepped onto the small pedestal by the mirror. Together they checked their looks
once more, and then examined each other.

"We look so grown up," Yui giggles like a young girl playing dress-up.

"You look fantastic," (Y/N) sighed dreamily as she touched the elegant sleeves on Yui's
wedding dress.

Their moment was cut short by the sound of (Y/N)'s phone ringing. Quickly the girl got off
the pedestal and reached inside her bag. Tsukishima's name sprawled up across the screen.
(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh at his contact picture; A photo of him taken, covered in paint as
he hung his first work up in the museum that he took her years ago.

"Answer it," Yui chirped anxiously.

"Hello?" (Y/N) answered hesitantly.

"I'm not a genius but usually the bride comes out when the music plays," Tsukishima said in a
hushed voice, although still dripping with sarcasm.

"Shit, you gotta go," (Y/N) gasped and grabbed Yui by the wrist.

Together the two girls sprinted down the hall, coming to a halt right before the opening to the
pews and altar. The attendants who gave the cue when to walk looked toward them
frantically. Together they took a moment to catch their breath, laughing silently at each
other's disheveled faces.

"Go," (Y/N) mouthed to Yui.

Yui shook her head with wide eyes.

"Maid of honor walks first," she reminded her.

(Y/N) wasn't sure if Yui was being truthful, or if she just wanted a few moments to regain her
composure. Regardless, (Y/N) agreed and quickly ran a hand through her hair.

"See you out there," Yui winked as (Y/N) let out a sigh and began to walk down toward the
altar.

She saw a few familiar faces at first, both extended members of Yui's and Daichi's families.
Pleasant expressions looked on at her as she continued to strut down the aisle. The closer she
got the more familiar the people were until she reached the front set of pews.

Sitting in a row of their own, like fans at a baseball game, were her friends. Bokuto was
dressed much cleaner than normal; Owning a chain of mechanic companies across the city
meant that you were accustomed to grease. But today he wore a crisp suit and blue tie that
hung a bit loose on his neck.
On his right was Akaashi, who had picked up an editorial job for a major magazine.
Originally, they yearned for him to publish a small auto-biography after finding out he was
involved in the infamous street racing incident. But as the years passed he became a large
asset to the publishing company; Traveling the world to interview and write stories about
anything and everything.

Kenma had profited off the gang as well. Using his computer skills Kenma had begun to code
a game that was picked up by a major software company on its first pitch. Although he lied
and said most of it was fiction, he couldn't help but feel a sense of joy when people across the
country chose to play each of his friends as characters; Including a hot-headed girl with far
too much power.

(Y/N) smiled briefly at them as she passed by.

"Hot," Oikawa's lips formed together to mouth as she walked by. He and Hinata hadn't
figured out what exactly to do after their time in the gang. Scrapping up their leftover cash
the pair had decided to invest in an upcoming volleyball league. Kuroo had called it idiotic,
but the pair was so headstrong that no one's advice would alter their decisions.

(Y/N) had stood opposite Sugawara who had been asked to be Daichi's best man. He smiled
at her with a look of admiration before the focus was given to Yui. "You look amazing," he
whispered, although (Y/N) only saw his lips move.

"So do you," she replied with a grin.

(Y/N) could tell Yui was making her appearance as the heads began to turn and gasps were
heard. Gliding down the aisle, like a princess out of a fairy tale, was Yui. Tears formed over
her crystal eyes as she saw Daichi waiting for her at the end. (Y/N) could feel herself getting
worked up as well, smiling widely to hide the fact she was going to cry.

"Wow," Daichi sighed, one tear falling down his cheek as she made it to the altar.

All eyes were on the as the ceremony began. There was no better personification of true love
than Daichi and Yui. No harsh backstory, infidelity, or hatred ever occurred between the pair.
From the moment they met the only end for their relationship was this: To stand opposite
each other on the altar.

"Do you Sawamura Daichi, take Michimiya Yui to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Daichi did not hesitate to say I do. His hands gripped hers tightly, trembling with nerves as he
waited impatiently to finally kiss her.

"And do you, Michimiya Yui, take Sawamura Daichi to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Of course," Yui replied. When the priest did not continue her face turned bright red. "Er- I
mean, I do," she corrected with a nervous laugh.

The rest was history from the point. By the time they had finally kissed each other as husband
and wife till the time they made it to the reception nothing else but each other mattered.
(Y/N) felt like a proud mother, watching the girl who she ate grilled cheese in a one-bedroom
apartment run off with the man she had loved for years.

"Sorry, we couldn't be at the ceremony," Atsumu sighed as he helped his brother finish setting
up the food for the reception.

"Don't sweat it," Daichi replied with a smile as he reached for a piece of onigiri.

Quickly he shoved it in his mouth and let out a sigh. "So good," he mumbled with his mouth
full.

Sugawara walked over to the table where the food was being served. Wrapping his hand
around (Y/N)'s waist he chuckled, "I think I was the only one who didn't cry."

Taking a glance over to their table (Y/N) could see Bokuto lifting a tissue up to his eye. "He's
really a big softie," (Y/N) giggled.
The pair thanked Osamu and Atsumu over and over again as they continued to grab food.
More than once they reminded the men that their place should be at the table with their
friends, not serving food. "C'mon, if Yui is going to pay us we need to do more than just
cook," Osamu would always reply.

"Promise you'll come to sit later on?" (Y/N) pleaded with the twins.

The truth was that Osamu didn't want to sit. After sticking to a strict physical therapy cycle
he had finally regained a lot of mobility in his leg. His twin brother Atsumu didn't want to
miss a second of his brother's recovery. This is why he too was okay standing and dishing out
food to the guest.

"I suppose," Osamu winked and then returned back into the kitchen.

(Y/N) nodded and went to follow Sugawara back to the table. Daichi and Yui sat at the head
of the table, focusing only on each other with ear-to-ear smiles. (Y/N) took her seat with
Sugawara on her right and Hinata on her left.

"That's a cool tie," Hinata commented as Sugawara took off his suit jacket.

Sugawara smiled and leaned over so Hinata could get a better look. "I let the kids in my class
decorate it," he beamed proudly.

"Kindergartners designed that? Jeez," Bokuto gasped.

The design wasn't impressive at all. It was a few squiggly lines, a splat of color around the
middle, and some funny-looking drawn smiley faces. However, to Bokuto who had little
artistic skill, anything besides a stick figure was impressive.

"Let me know if you still want to do that field trip to the museum," Tsukishima chimed in.
"I'm thinking sometime next week?" Sugawara nodded.

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile. Three years ago she couldn't make it a few hours without
erupting into a fit of worry and anxiety. Now she sat at a table amongst her friends,
discussing jobs, kindergarten classes, and delicious food.

"Speaking of work, how's school going?" Oikawa asked (Y/N).

(Y/N) sighed and lifted a hand to her head. "Graduate school is painful," she replied.

Tsukishima nodded with a grimace. "I remember it well," he added.

"So do I," Sugawara chuckled. "But unlike (Y/N) I dropped out of law school within a couple
of months."

Together they chatted over dinner. Telling stories from their jobs, trips, and new relationships
that made them all break out into laughter. Soon they would all go their separate ways again,
but for tonight, they were able to share a table once again.

Squeezing Sugawara's hand (Y/N) excused herself from the table, explaining that she needed
to use the restroom. Moments after, Kuroo muttered that he needed to go outside to make a
phone call. Loitering around the exit where no one could overhear his conversation.

After taking a minute or two to check her reflection (Y/N) exited the bathroom and began to
walk back toward the table.

"Psst," Kuroo caught her attention and waved her over. Quickly the girl walked over to him
and let out a laugh.
"You need to tell me a secret or something?" (Y/N) asked, making a joke about the secluded
place he was standing.

"Sort of," Kuroo nodded.

(Y/N)'s smile faded as she stared at the man. With her heart pounding in her chest (Y/N)
began to feel a sense of Dejavu. The Kuroo before her was not the grown-up from a few days
ago, but the twenty-something-year-old who had tried to pick her up at the club.

"Kuroo, what the fuck are you talking about," she replied with a scowl.

"Two tickets to a Sendai frogs game," was all that Kuroo said. With a swift movement, he
handed her the pieces of thick paper and then opened up the exit. "I've gotta run, but I hope to
see you there."

He moved quickly out the exit and toward his car leaving (Y/N) frozen by the door. "(Y/N)?"
Yui had seen her standing there on her way to the bar and made a quick detour.

"Sorry, I just wanted to say goodbye to Kuroo," (Y/N) lied, still struck by what had just
happened.

"You okay?" Yui asked her with a frown.

(Y/N) took a glance over to the table she sat at, watching everyone laughing and having a
good time. With a sigh (Y/N) produced a smile and looked toward Yui.

"I'm fine," she replied.

"Good, come get a drink with me," Yui chuckled and grabbed her friends hand. Leading her
toward the bar the same way she led her inside the strip club all those years ago.
 "It'll be just like old times," Yui added as they reached the counter.

But that was just what (Y/N) was afraid of.

Chapter End Notes

I want to start by annoucning the sequel to First Gear called Ace of Spades!

It can be found on my watt-pad page now, and on AO3 very soon (user erose1010 for
both)

Secondly, I want to thank everyone for supporting this book, it means the absolute world
to me.

I know that the ending for some was less than satisfactory, I apologize. Unfortunately it
is incredibly hard to create an ending that not only I am okay with, but that everyone
else will love as well. I toyed with the idea of alternate endings, but with my interest in
doing a sequel I wasn't sure it would be the best path. In the end, I did my best and tried
to give something that not only I would like but that I hope others would like as well.

Within the next week or so I plan to go through and revise the book, as well as prepare
to produce the sequel! Lots more to come and thank you so much for supporting me!
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