𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 | 𝗧.𝗢𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔

*mafia and street racer au*

"i'd like some alone time with you." his voice lowered, making sure the only people who heard was the two of us.

the only response next was a nod from me, he flashed a small smile, taking my hand to lead me away from the whole scene.

"okay, we can talk here." he pulled me into a sidestreet alley, the only source of light was the moon, shining behind oikawas back. "what do you need to talk about?" my arms crossed over each other, waiting to see what his next response was going to be.

"you intrigue me." he stated calmly as he slowly made his body come closer to mine, the heat radiating off of him made me shiver. "why?" i asked nonchalantly, he clicked his tongue, tilting his head to the left.

"nobodys ever beaten me before, nobodys ever talked to me the way you do and here you come, talking to me like you know everything in the world about me." he rambled on the reasons he seems to be drawn to me before finishing it off, "and i've never been more infatuated, but sweetheart, you don't know a damn thing about me." his breath fanned my lips as he backed me up a wall with every word he spoke.

"then tell me." i cut him off, gliding my left hand up his chest, "ah ah ah, you couldn't handle it." the statement rolled off his tongue, making my body tingle.

"you don't know what i can handle." his right hand, coming in contact with the edge of my chin, pushing it up forcefully to be aligned perfectly with his lips

//in which karasuno's lead street racer gets hurt, resulting in one of his relatives to take on his race against his biggest opponent.

contains drugs, violence, sexual content, mature themes/ languages and slow updates

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