put your hands up, mr. policeman | h. harem

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Shouyou's POV

I didn't like these people, I was ashamed to call them officers, let alone coworkers, but they didn't deserve something like this. Bokuto's arms were like steel, his grin was bone-chilling. I couldn't even wedge my fingers between this guy's throat and Bokuto's arms.

As if to make matters worse, the officer beside me reached for his gun, and Akaashi grabbed his hand, yanked the gun away, locked the officer's arm in an extremely breakable position, and held the gun to his head.

"No, guys, please! They'll be punished for what they did! Cut it out!"

His grip tightened if that was even possible. The tall guy's body began shutting down, I was at a loss. Pull out a weapon, get shot. Move, get shot. Scream, get shot.

I put my hands together and bowed my head. It's all I could think of. The cheers for Bokuto and Akaashi made my ears ring.

"I'll wager something between you guys. Please, let them go..."

Belittling people is wrong. No matter how bad they are, treating someone so low is inhumanly cruel. Yet, it's almost natural for most people to pull it out as a defense mechanism, as a power-gaining tactic. It's still wrong, It'll always be wrong.

A large gasp sounded in my ears, I looked up. "Fuck, I didn't sign up for this! I fucking quit!" The other sobbed, helping his gasping friend out of the back door. He tossed their badges onto the ground with echoing sounds of the metal hitting the concrete.

I wanted to sigh in relief, but the sound of a gun being taken off of safety made my body jolt.

"Lock the door," Coldly stated Akaashi, his small smirk somehow scarier than Bokuto's toothy grin.

I back up slowly, my eyes wide. I'm racking my brain trying to figure out what to do. I hate guns. I hate guns so much. They're so unfair. On one side, the person has enough power to take someone's life. On the other end of the barrel, the person is practically powerless.

Guns are too strong. I try to avoid them with every inch of my being.

I locked the door, Tanaka and Nishinoya made a long "oo" sound.

"Come here."

They were all interested, they know they have me under control and I fucking hate it. I was at the bars of the cell. Not so close that they could grab me, though. Akaashi noted this, I'm assuming.

"So, is this the same wager you allowed us to make during interrogation? Coffee, money, status? Or is this something... more?"

"M-More..?"

"Like, can we do whatever we want?! That'd be so cool!"

Nishinoya's voice was loud. I'm sure the officers in the main part of the building could've heard it if it wasn't for everyone being on lunch break.

"N-No, it's not!"

I wasn't aware Bokuto's arm span could reach me. All it took was a small grip on my shirt for him to make me nearly hit my head on the bar.

I managed to avoid it, my heart was hammering in my throat. "Will you let us out?"

I took a deep breath and tried to forget, at least briefly, of the gun pointing at me.

"I'll let you out," I confidently spoke, giving his balled-up fist a tight grip with my own hand. "But you'll be back in here within the next month."

He smirked. Sugawara laughed the loudest, which I found strange. "Is that so? Akaashi, bring him in here with us, then! If we can't leave, he can't either!"

The barrel of the gun was gently nudged to my temple. I shut my eyes tight so they couldn't see the fear flash in my eyes.

You haven't the slightest idea how many people I've seen get injured or killed by these things.

Bokuto let me go, I took a small step away, my face still turned toward the ground. "You heard him, come on in. There's always room for one more."

What are they planning? They could just ask me to let them out and be on their merry way. They could ask for, I don't know, a bed or something at least!

The keys attached to my belt seemed so heavy now as I lifted them to unlock the cell. "Hey, that's not fair! We wanna be with him too! We were here first, assholes!"

Through all the shouting, I could hear Elise whining loudly on the other side of the door. It gave me a bit of hope, enough to help me formulate a plan to get out of this situation.

I just need to wait for the right moment. I just need to catch them off guard.

I stepped in and left the door open behind me. Somehow, it was strange seeing them without the bars in the way again. It was scarier than last time, for sure.

Bokuto grabbed me, a yelp pushed through my fear-clogged throat as I was practically smothered like a child.

It was a painful hug, almost, like we were long-lost lovers who have finally reunited. "Ah~ You really are so soft~! I wish I had grabbed you like this instead of punching you~!"

Yeah, I wish so, too, sometimes. I still have the large bruise on my cheekbone from it. At least it's fading now.

I tried to push him away, but if I've learned anything during two days of being in this room with him, it's that Bokuto's the strongest man I've ever known. There's no getting out of these arms unless he wants you to.

I still had a gun pointed at me, there were still people yelling, there were still problems that need to be solved and things that need to be said. I have to be smart about this.

My feet were kicked out from under me, my body was against the cold concrete in a second. Though something stopped my head from hitting, it still sent my body into shock.

The moment my eyes were open, I felt lips pressing hungrily against mine. Memories of my ex-boyfriend rushed to me. The feel of hands pinning my wrists down, a body above mine, and the anger and dominance that suffocated me.

"N-No-!"

I turned my head, he grabbed it and licked at my shivering lips. There were so many people watching, there were so many things in my head it began aching. Bokuto's hand, which I hadn't realized moved back into my hair, gripped at it, and only made my mind hurt more.

His mouth was so hot, it felt like he was swallowing my soul with each trace of his tongue and each press of his lips.

"St-Stop... Ple... ase..."

Oxygen was leaving my body so fast I could barely push against him anymore. Tears leaked from my eyes, which fluttered closed against my will because they were just so heavy to keep open anymore.

I let him do as he pleased. I don't know how long he had me pinned there, but it felt like hours until he pulled away.

I sat up, and pushed his large hand out of my shirt. His face was a bit flushed, he seemed satisfied, proud of what he had done. What a fucking dick.

Konoha slipped in behind me, much to my surprise, and pressed a kiss to my neck. Akaashi seemed to be distracted. He took a step closer and bent down in front of me.

I mustered all the energy I could at the moment and kicked the gun out of his hand.

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