you don't own me

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"here again?" sugawara laughed as he spotted the tall male, accompanied by the familiar ravenet.

"he's rather addicted to the brunet hottie," kuroo winked. "i'm here for akaashi."

"oh god, ushijima, i pray for you. that boy hates your guts," sugawara said sympathetically, placing his hand on his shoulder.

"why would he?" ushijima frowned. "he gave me what i wanted, i gave him what he needed."

"oikawa doesn't think like that hon," he sighed with a grin. "he may need the cash, but he doesn't like working for it."

"i could've given him more," ushijima shrugged. "as much as he wants."

"he's not a gold digger, sweetie."

"he's not going out with me."

"and he most likely never will unless we get a move on," kuroo insisted, pushing him along gently. "let's go, big guy. i've got a beauty to fuck and you've got a hottie to intimidate. let's make this worthwhile."

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"why the fuck are you here again?" oikawa hissed, pulling him in to a corner.

"i want it again. i'm prepared to pay," ushijima told him, holding up a significantly larger amount of money. oikawa eyed it eagerly, biting his lip.

"no."

"you need it," ushijima hummed, pushing it in to his hands.

"what do you know about my needs?" oikawa hissed.

"the way you stare at it. the way you do your best to please me even though you don't want to." he raised his eyebrow. "you need money desperately. you probably don't live alone. you're supporting a family member and yourself, living in a shabby apartment. you could find another job, but you're tied to your past. am i right?"

"i don't like you," oikawa spat. "i don't like your stupid little tricks. i want you to fuck off and stop stalking me."

"but i'm right."

"it doesn't matter if you're right or not. you're an asshole for taking advantage of me and i hate you. i'm sure as hell not going to blow you because you can hand me double cash."

"you don't have to blow me," ushijima said firmly. "just what you did yesterday. anything more and it's your choice."

"just what i did yesterday?"

"just that."

oikawa eyed the money eagerly.

"how much is it?"

"five-hundred thousand."

"you're shitting me."

"no. feel free to check".

"you're paying me five-hundred thousand yen for a measly lap dance?"

"you need the money."

"can you stop treating me like i'm pathetic?!" oikawa exclaimed. "i have a job! we're doing fine without your sympathy!"

"it's not sympathy. it's kindness. look, i can miss the money. take it."

oikawa snatched the stack out of his hands. "listen to me," he hissed, squinting at him. "i'm not taking this because i need it, because i am not able to do without it or because i'm a whore. i'm taking this because i want it. got that?"

"completely."

"then let's fucking get this over with."

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