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It's no secret that Oikawa is a tease. He likes to bring all the attention to himself, arching his back, jiggling his butt, and exaggerating his posture during practice, all for his boyfriend to look at him.
He likes playing with the limits, seeing how far he can go before the corners of Iwa's mouth start twitching, proof that Oikawa's shenanigans are getting the best of him. But another important point is that Oikawa doesn't mind his teammates' eyes either.
And today, Aobah Johsai’s setter is extra horny and craving Iwa’s attention. He outdoes himself, playing with the fabric of his shirt riding up when he drinks, arching his back on a receive to showcase his ass, brushing his fingers lightly against Iwa's crotch when he walks past him, moaning shamelessly when putting efforts into his tosses...
Most eyes are on him in between two plays : hungry gazes, confused looks or embarrassed side-eyeing... Most of his teammates are looking at him. He can guess Kyoutani’s sight between his furrowed brows or see Mattsun’s notes twitching… But the only eyes that really matter to him, the only one he really wants to attract, is not looking at him at all.
Iwa resolutely ignores him, pretending like he doesn’t see any of Oikawa’s efforts, and focusing his attention on the court. The feeling of being ignored is sending Oikawa into frenzy: How couldn’t Iwa see this? How couldn’t he already be desperate to fuck him right now? Why is everyone but him looking at his show?
He's shamelessly showcasing himself now, right on the court for everyone to see, in a desperate attempt to catch Iwaizumi. His moans get louder, his moves are lewder, and all he does just screams sex and lust… But it's all vain, his boyfriend just won't look at him. It’s a desperate one-sided parade.
Soon, practice is over, and they head back to the locking room, and disappointed Oikawa now has a pouty face. Not that shame is sinking in, he really doesn’t care… It’s not the first time he uses this technique… But he’s sad. This time, he didn’t get what he wanted. Not even a disapproving look, or a frown, or a warning… Nothing. But giving up isn’t like him.
So Oikawa waits, again and again.
His boyfriend seems to take his sweet time, talking with the other boys, folding his clothes neatly after taking them off, checking his phone from time to time, until Oikawa is on the edge of having a mental breakdown. Did he do it wrong? Was he not explicit enough? Or maybe it’s just that Iwa is waiting…
He can now see Iwaizumi going to the showers alone, most of the boys already left by now. Seeing some hope, he follows him there without a word, eyes bright and wide open, ready to see what awaits him.
But nothing happens. And somehow it’s even worse.
The tension in the steamy showers is palpable between them, Oikawa is breathing heavily now. There is something in Iwa's aura that makes him understand that there is something different, like he’s lost deeply in his thoughts, his bushy brows frowned and his eyes locked on the wall. But the unexplainable feeling is still sinking in his stomach and this time, Tooru understands that he maybe went too far this time... He gulps, scared of what was coming next.
"Iwa-chan~" Oikawa tries. But there is no answer back. He pouts and turns back to the shower head next to Iwa, resigned. He has his pride after all, and for a moment all they hear is the sound of the water against the tiles and the voices of their teammates in the room next door.
He starts showering himself like he would normally do, giving up on his plans and focusing on himself… But that’s the moment Iwaizumi choses to finally speak back.
"So you're gonna act like a whore and pretend nothing happened?"
Oikawa freezes on the spot and turns back to him. "Don't know what you're talking about." His tone is cold, cocky, provoking, and for a second, he thinks he can stand up against his boyfriend, but Iwaizumi is even scarier when he moves closer to him. There’s something feral in his aura, a sense of danger crawls through Oikawa’s skin.
"Yeah, right... Like you didn't parade around all day showing your ass to anyone around."
The cold and sharp words send shivers down his spine, there's a dark flame in Iwa's eyes that doesn't forecast any good. "Oh, so you DID look at me after all? Thought you were pretending I didn't exist" he answers out of spite and jealousy, and they're both fully aware of that. The answer takes a long time to come. They stand within inches of each other now, with defying eyes, and beneath his fierce look and even though Oikawa’s taller, he wants to disappear in the ground right now. Iwa’s angry. And an angry Iwa is a scary and dangerous Iwa.
“I don’t have eyes for whores like you, Tooru.”
And Oikawa never felt so embarrassed and turned on at the same time before. There is something about Iwa’s voice, the way he is controlling his own anger before punishing him that feels dangerously hot. He wants to escape and flee away but his feet won’t move, starstruck and weirdly attracted to the situation.
"You say that but you're already half hard" Whispered the setter under his breath in a miserable defense, his eyes drawn to Iwa's thick cock that was hanging heavily between his thighs, and he was met with a laugh for all answers.
"Like all the team, I presume. Isn't it what you wanted, Tooru? To turn on all of the boys here ? You really think you can seduce ME while acting like a fucking slut?"
Oikawa jolted, feeling a cold shiver down his spine.
"They… they will hear you…"
"Of course they will. And I intend on so. I want them to hear what a fucking whore you are."
And god, oh god it shouldn't turn him on but it does. The guilt melting in his veins just makes his own dick twitch in anticipation, knowing he deserved whatever's going to happen now.
In the other room, the voices are low now, and Oikawa can guess that they're actively listening.
It's no secret in the team that these two are dating, but hearing it live is something else. And Iwaizumi seems not to care at all because now, he's turning Oikawa around abruptly, pressing the delicate face against cold walls and ignoring his boyfriend's whines of protest.
"This ass is mine to fill, Tooru. And I'll prove it to you once again, that the only one you can display yourself for is me."
One arm pushing Oikawa against the wall, his spit on his other hand and roughly spreads it across his length. It’s fast, only a matter of seconds before the next thing Oikawa feels is a thick tip against his entrance. With no warning, Iwa invites himself inside.
It hurts.
He had no preparation whatsoever and Iwaizumi is big… It takes all of his consciousness not to scream but already Hajime is bottoming out, leaving him no time to breathe.
"Iwa!!!"
His cries are ignored as the top starts moving right away. It's rough, angry, painful, and so degrading that Tooru already feels tears forming in his eyes. His hole is burning, abused relentlessly as Iwa's cock grows even more inside him, filling every millimeter of his insides, brushing against his walls mercilessly. The pain doesn’t seem to go away but somehow a part of Tooru’s mind whispers to him that he deserves it.
On the other side of the wall, there's no way anyone ignores what's happening, Tooru thinks, and he couldn't be more right. His moans of pain and pleasure are filling the air, and the sound of the shower couldn't mask it at all…
They know. They all know he's being fucked right here and now and he's leaking just thinking of it.
Yet Iwa is thrusting inside him, chasing his own pleasure like a revenge, with no regards for his boyfriend. It’s angry fucking, nothing like what they normally do, and Tooru isn’t Hajime’s princess anymore. Just a fleshlight for him to take out his frustration.
Despite knowing all of that, feeling how Iwa is violent and mad, he stills feel the familiar heat of pleasure slowly forming in his abdomen, and muffling his sounds is harder and harder, until it’s real full moans that get out of his throat.
"Iwa…. Nnghhh… slow down… they… hear… us…"
He has a hard time forming coherent words, his back arched to the maximum and face pressed against the cold tiles, being fucked like a toy. But isn’t it what he was looking for? He’s not sure of anything anymore at this point. All he knows is what the spiker is doing to him and how it makes his whole body react and jolt.
One strong push of Hajime's hips makes him scream in surprise before he hears his boyfriend's voice, low and raspy.
Oikawa whines, he feels so dizzy, his legs are weak and the only thing he can think about is how hot his boyfriend is, how he claims him like his thing and how much he likes it.
"Yes, they can hear you screaming like a little bitch. What if they could see you too, hmm?"
His eyes widened in fear. This is a whole new level, and he isn’t prepared for it at all. It’s scary, it’s not what he wanted at all.
"N...no… please…"
He tries to resist but he knows he's already lost. Iwaizumi is pulling out, and soon enough his huge callous hand is on Oikawa's nape, pushing him in front of him, not caring if he trips on the wet floor or not, and they reach the locker’s room still drenched and hard and fucked out.
Their steps resonate weirdly too loud in the silence.
There, he sees Matsukawa, Kyoutani and Hanamaki still in the room, and the tents in their shorts as well as the redness of their faces say it all. They heard everything, they know everything, and yet they stayed here, unable to move. Because they want more. And what they want is all regarding him.
Oikawa whimpers, eyes on the ground until Iwa's hand pulls on his hair to lift his face, the bright neon light casting on his face.
"This is what you wanted right? To act like a whore in front of everyone?"
He's crying now, his face ruined by tears, shaking his head vigorously to deny it but his dick is still so hard and throbbing. He can't help but think that he's boyfriend is right: he IS a whore… otherwise why would he be so turned on right now? It’s so wrong…
His sobs are the only sounds in the room for a few seconds, they all stay standing awkwardly, their gazes piercing him until Kyoutani suddenly sits down, eyes burning with a flame no one has ever seen before.
"Well if you're gonna fuck him, do it now or I'll do it for you."
And behind a crying Oikawa, Hajime is smirking.
"I thought so. But I'm claiming him. This slut's hole is mine. Y'all can watch cause this bitch seems to like it …."
He's speaking like Oikawa isn't here and it makes his stomach knot in terrible ways.
The three men in front of them are holding their breaths, waiting to see what happens next and Iwaizumi is bathing in the tension of the moment, enjoying how he’s the one in charge right now.
But he doesn’t want to lose any more time, his cock is painful from so much anticipation. His firm hands bend Oikawa over the bench, landing right next to Kyotani, and he positions himself before sliding right back inside. Oikawa sends his head back, screaming from the intrusion that feels ungodly good, and they can hear the three boys’ breaths sharpen ever so slightly. Hajime thrusts into right away him with a strong pace and Oikawa sees stars, mouth wide open. The cock filling him exits entirely before filling him once more, then again and again with a monstruous rhythm. He couldn’t try to hold back his moans if he wanted to : Iwaizumi being so rough just feels insanely good, and the situation adds up to the excitement he feels. His foggy brain starts accepting that it’s.. Just so good.
“Little cockslut crying and screaming on my dick… You like to put on a show hmm? Then show your teammates what a good slut you are. Taking me so well…”
His words are harsh, crude, but they turn on Oikawa so much that he starts believing that he is a whore who wanted nothing more than to be fucked in the lockers room for them all to see… Otherwise why would he have acted like this…
And the more Hajime rails him, the more his thoughts turn hazy, lost in a fog of lust and pleasure, letting loose on his moans and the reactions of his body. He’s totally submitted now, pushing on his elbows to open up himself even more, finally accepting it totally. And it doesn’t go unnoticed.
Hajime growls, and his thrust become deeper, reaching further and further inside of him, as Oikawa moans again in a high-pitched voice, his eyes flickering, having a hard time keeping them open.
He can feel the others' presence but doesn’t really see them, missing the way they are all so hard now and enjoying every second of the show in front of their eyes. Kyotani is the closest, he has a direct view on Oikawa's face. Mattsun is standing a few meters back, his back on the lockers, his fists clenching on the fabric of his shorts while Hanamaki is licking his lips, his pupils wide open, his hand already on top of his bulge.
"Look at this good little pussy… been fucked out so many times but still so tight… should we show them better, Tooru?"
He physically can’t answer, his mind too hazy to form coherent thought but a long moan that resembles Iwaizumi's name escapes his lips.
Seijoh's ace picks hip up from under his thighs and lifts Oikawa up, holding him by his legs, the bottom's back against his torso while his knees are bending upwards.
He stands up, carrying him and turning him around before rolling his hips back up inside Tooru. His penis leaking with precum that is staining his stomach and Iwaizumi's shaft plunging inside him are fully visible now, and Oikawa's posture, held like he weighs nothing and legs wide open is simply outrageous.
"Show them how good I'm pounding you… How deep I can bury myself in you…"
Oikawa lets his head fall backwards onto Iwa's shoulder, exposing himself fully while his boyfriend starts thrusting inside him. Each move is deeper, burying himself further, until the tip of his dick starts pushing on Tooru's belly, bulging through his stomach.
"Fuck… he's so tiny… can see it right through him"
It was Matsukawa's voice, breathy and low, as they were all growing hornier and hornier.
Iwaizumi holds him even closer, pulling him upwards a bit.
"You want them to touch themselves, Tooru? Do they deserve to cum from seeing you so wrecked?"
Oikawa feels his world spinning, and if Iwaizumi wasn't holding him entirely, he might have fainted. He nodds furiously, clenching his walls around Hajime.
"Please … please…."
It doesn’t take any longer for the three men to let go of their clothes, pulling their pants down and revealing hard cocks that are red from excitement. They start stroking themselves shyly at first but as Iwaizumi goes faster, murmuring dirty words to his boyfriend, they let go of their doubts and begin masturbating themselves vigorously, already eager for the release.
It was all too sexy, too lewd, too fucking erotic for the five of them. Moans and grunts fill the room, as Oikawa is the center of the attention.
He can feel each centimeter of Iwa's dick, how it is filling him, how he is being stretched out and his legs being wide open.
He can feel his teammates’ burning gaze on him, the squelching sounds their dicks make as they keep stroking it, their pants all because of him… the way they get up to move closer to him, how they have a full view of his hole… It is all so overwhelming.
"Iwa… close …. So close …."
The man in question smirks a little, his breath is short now. Oikawa's insides feel incredibly hot and tight, and seeing him so wrecked, face and body ruined, abandoned in his arms is the hottest thing he has ever seen. He would usually take pride in his stamina but this time will be an exception.
"My little cockslut can cum untouched hmm? Show them how pretty you look when you spill yourself…. Cum on my dick, Tooru …"
These words are all it takes for Oikawa. He tightens up, arching his back into Hajime's arms as his dick jumps, spurting long streams of cum all over himself and the floor.
Iwaizumi fucks him through his orgasm, leaving Tooru a whiny crying mess, shaking all over his arms. The others accelerate, until they come one after the other, soiling him with their hot and thick cum until his thighs are stained with long white stripes. What is left of Oikawa's consciousness has left, he is nothing but a babbling mess, clenching tight around his ace boyfriend's shaft.
"Iwa … Iwa…"
He keeps crying, having no strength to hold himself up anymore. Hajime's move become erratic, and he thrusts inside of Oikawa's red hole one last time before releasing himself deep in his boyfriend, making him whine as the warm cum fills him. He feels filthy, dirty, humiliated, and it was all too good.
Hajime takes a second to breathe, riding himself through his orgasm as they come down slowly from the climax, finally leaving a kiss on Tooru's neck. "I love you", he whispers only for his boyfriend to hear.
And as he is drifting away, the only thing Oikawa can think about, is how he'd do it again any day.