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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Iwaizumi_Hajime/Oikawa_Tooru/Everyone, Iwaizumi_Hajime/Oikawa_Tooru,
      Oikawa_Tooru/Everyone
  Character:
      Kunimi_Akira, Oikawa_Tooru, Iwaizumi_Hajime, the_whole_Seijoh_team
  Additional Tags:
      otherwise_known_as_the_let's_wreck_Oikawa_fic, Gangbang, Humiliation,
      Come_Eating, Painplay, Anal_Sex, Deepthroating, Obviously_fake_dubcon, I
      feel_like_I've_missed_about_five
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Aoba_Johsai_Gangbang_Show
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-04 Words: 3697
****** Give It To Me I'm Worth It ******
by Vorvayne
Summary
     Kunimi just treats it as a fact: after difficult matches and trying
     practices, the team...takes care of Oikawa.
      
     [By gangbang-wrecking him, of course]
Notes
     This is the grossest, most explicit porn thing I've ever written and
     it's all because oversized_frog and halcyon_pub and _rottenboy and
     the rest of the trash kink gang on twitter encouraged me to go ham. I
     went ham; this is wet and messy and a bit disgusting so, you know,
     ymmv.
     Hugs and cookies to oversized_frog (filthyamphibian) for looking over
     this before I posted. Any remaining typos are my own because I kept
     getting really distracted while I was trying to edit it...
See the end of the work for more notes
Kunimi has no idea how all of this started. Every time he tries to think up a
plausible scenario, he ends up with something even more implausible than the
last time he tried.

So he just treats it as a fact: after difficult matches and trying practices,
the team...takes care of Oikawa.

-
 
He doesn’t understand Oikawa; maybe no one except Iwaizumi really understands
Oikawa. Kunimi signed up for the volleyball club because of Kindaichi, because
Kindaichi wanted to get  good  enough to forget everything that went wrong at
Kitagawa Daiichi, because he didn’t really want to think of himself as a lazy
and worthless person, and at least if he joins the volleyball club that means
he’s trying. He’s not good at any other sport and he doesn’t want to spend the
effort learning.

 But it’s Oikawa who gets him to stay. It’s Oikawa who  watches  him (who
watches everyone with this unnerving assessing eye, but usually not for long,
as if they’re easy for him to read) for a few weeks worth of practices.
It’s towards the end of a particularly hard practise - they’re trying to
determine the starting players for this year - that Oikawa catches him on the
way to the showers. “That didn’t tire you out,” he says.
Kunimi shrugs. He doesn’t want to have this conversation again. “It’s probably
that I don’t try hard enough.”
Oikawa’s eyes narrow, and Kunimi feels like he can’t move, he’s being stared at
so intently. “People play far worse when they’re tired than they do when
they’re conserving their energy, you know,” he says. “Do you know how to give
everything you have in the moment that it really matters?”

Kunimi shivers. No one has ever asked him that, before.

 “Would you like to learn?” Oikawa’s face is an invitation, and Kunimi’s breath
is stuck in his chest. So he nods, instead, and Oikawa erupts into a wide grin,
hitting him on the shoulder. “I’ll teach you nearly everything I know,” he
promises conspiratorially.
Kunimi stays, after that. He doesn’t mind being watched, he thinks, if they’re
at least going to see him properly.
 
-
 
It always starts with Iwaizumi; he’ll watch Oikawa carefully and (having waited
for some signal Kunimi can’t see?) will reach out and take a fistful of
Oikawa’s hair, or shove him face-first into a wall, and then everybody knows
what’s going to happen. People who have places to be or some other reason to
absent themselves pack up quickly.
Kunimi doesn’t usually join in, and he can’t exactly figure out if he’s waiting
for Iwaizumi to nod confirmation at him, or he’s just too nervous. The third
years have no qualms whatsoever with each other - Makki and Mattsun make out
and jerk each other off all the time, painting Oikawa’s face with their come or
making him lick it off their hands. It's disgusting, really.
It's disgusting, except that Kunimi is never disgusted, and...he keeps staying.
He watches especially intently when Makki and Mattsun make him do gross things
like lick their shoes or open his mouth for them to spit in, and though his
stomach turns, he finds himself  wanting .
(Wanting  what ? He finds a strange wall in his head when he tries to imagine
himself doing anything  to  Oikawa except watch him.)
Today, Iwaizumi’s face is grim. Oikawa bitched at him all through practise
today, and Iwaizumi told him to shut up before he got a slap, so it's - maybe?
- with that in mind that he walks up to Oikawa, cuts into the conversation he's
having with Yahaba while getting changed, and slaps him so suddenly and hard
that his knees give out and he's yelping as he hits the floor.
“Iwa- chaaan,”  he whines, as if Iwaizumi just stole his glasses. Sometimes he
laughs and sticks his tongue out when Iwaizumi grabs him; sometimes they both
smile and share a kiss that makes Kunimi want to look away far more than
anything more pornographic, but once or twice it's been like this, a little
closer to the fantasy that Oikawa’s being forced into this somehow. “That
hurt.”
Kunimi can’t imagine anyone forcing Oikawa into  anything .
“ Do I look like I give a damn? Shut the hell up,” Iwaizumi says, covering
Oikawa’s nose and mouth with his hand and dragging him towards the middle of
the locker room where there's space between the benches. Yahaba gave up
immediately on the conversation and switched to watching, and everyone else is
shifting away from their bags and towards Iwaizumi and Oikawa, who's scrambling
to keep up as Iwaizumi pulls him by the hair. Who's - struggling, actually,
because Iwaizumi’s hand is pinching his nose and stopping him from getting any
air. Kunimi can feel his own breathing speed up in sympathy.
When Iwaizumi lets go Oikawa gasps for breath, and Mattsun shoves four fingers
into Oikawa’s mouth, splaying them to stretch his lips into a grimace. Oikawa
makes a wet little moan, like he's getting off on this even though Mattsun’s
hand in his mouth must be uncomfortable, even though his bare knees are against
the cold hard floor.
To be fair, Kunimi would be getting off on this if he just had the daring to
stick his hand down his pants like the older members of the club are, but it
must be very different, watching and experiencing this sort of thing. Parts of
it are probably uncomfortable, Kunimi thinks, as Iwaizumi pulls down Oikawa’s
obscenely tiny shorts and his boxers underneath, letting them pool at his
ankles to hobble him if he tries to get up or crawl away.
He wishes he had the daring. He can't think how they all came to this daring,
this confidence that they all seem to have with each other, as Mattsun replaces
the hand fucking Oikawa’s mouth with Makki’s cock, and Iwaizumi leaves them to
it, barely watching as he concentrates on fetching the lube and roughly
fingering Oikawa open.  Well, it looks rough to Kunimi, who's not an expert in
such things, but imagines that you're probably supposed to be a bit more
careful than this perfunctory effort. But then, Oikawa gets fucked all the time
by lots of people, is left dripping and gaping afterwards, so maybe he doesn't
need it much.
Iwaizumi meets Yahaba eyes; Yabaha steps forward, cock hard and wet-shiny
already, and takes over from Iwaizumi's fingers in one firm thrust, getting a
gurgling sort of gasp for his efforts. Oikawa looks overwhelmed and outmatched,
legs shaking a little wth after-practice exhaustion, taking little quick
breaths whenever he can. Mattsun’s hand is twisted in his hair, pulling him
onto Makki’s cock, presumably in the way Makki likes it, and of all the things
Kunimi has no idea how Oikawa handles this. ( Practise?)  Kunimi sometimes gags
when he brushes his teeth, while Oikawa has his nose shoved against Makki’s
stomach, thick ropes of slimy drool dripping down his chin.
Iwaizumi stands up and shoves Oikawa’s un-braced knee with his foot so his legs
splay much wider, so it'd be a lewd sight even if he was fully dressed and not
getting fucked. Iwaizumi pulls Oikawa off Makki’s cock, scoops up some of the
throat slime and spreads it all over his face, then slaps him with an
expression of distaste. “God, you're disgusting,” he says, and wipes his wet
hand in Oikawa's hair as he gasps for breath.
Mattsun laughs. “Good thing we fucked most of the gag reflex out of you, or
you'd just be a worthless piece of trash, huh?”
( Practise,  apparently. Kunimi’s mind conjures up a slightly younger Oikawa,
gagging and choking like Kunimi might, coughing and drooling every time he
tries to deepthroat.)
Only the third years talk down to him like this, and it's always Iwaizumi who
starts it. Sometimes it's light-hearted - “You're such a dumb slut, Tooru,” -
and sometimes Kunimi wonders how Oikawa can listen to it without cringing.
Kunimi's cringing; if someone said horrible stuff like this to him, he probably
wouldn't be able to shrug it off later. It's another way in which Oikawa seems
nearly super-human to him sometimes, like the way his serves only get better
under pressure and how he once ignored a huge painful lump on his head from a
bad fall til practise was over.
But presumably Iwaizumi knows Oikawa's okay, or Oikawa likes it, (which is a
strange, shivery thought - this sort of stuff turns up in porn, but who  likes
being treated like trash?) because he stuffs two thick fingers as far down
Oikawa's throat as they'll go until he begins to gag and choke, then fucks his
mouth for a bit until Oikawa manages a desperate sort of groan around the wet
gurgling and his hands come up involuntarily to try and fight Iwaizumi off.
“Nope, still there,” Makki says cheerfully over the sound of Oikawa coughing,
and this is obviously doing something for Yabaha because his hands on Oikawa's
hips have gone white and he glances at Iwaizumi again, receives whatever
confirmation he needed, and hisses through clenched teeth as he comes. Oikawa's
making wrecked sort of noises by now, being passed between Mattsun and Makki so
often he must be getting dizzy. He  looks  dizzy, and most of his movement seem
involuntary, which is a strange sight on Oikawa who even walks with careful,
precise swagger.
Iwaizumi slaps his ass a few times until he gets a pained whine, then again but
harder, and again so Oikawa's flinching away, but Iwaizumi's hands hold him in
place, dig inside his hole to scoop out Yabaha's come.
Kunimi just knows something disgusting is going to happen - Yabaha’s sitting
self-satisfiedly on one of the benches, Kyoutani’s moving forward from the pack
of observers, and Iwaizumi moves round to present his come-covered fingers to
Oikawa.
“Ask for it,” Iwaizumi says flatly. Oikawa hesitates, his mouth suddenly empty
and his face bleary, as if he's struggling to remember how to use his mouth for
talking. In the delay Iwaizumi waves to Kyoutani, who grabs Oikawa by the hair
and shoves into him, dragging out a long cry that's nearly a scream from
Oikawa. Kyoutani’s rhythm is rough and punishing, and Oikawa’s moans mostly
sound like pain, but Iwaizumi nods again at Kyoutani.
“P - “ Oikawa licks his lips and tried again. “P-please,” he manages. There's
water at the corner of his eyes, and Kunimi doesn't know whether that's from
his gag reflex or the pain or just the overwhelm.
Next to him, Kindaichi is rubbing the front of his shorts with the palm of one
hand, and though Kunimi’s instinct is more to cover himself, he also wants to
participate somehow, wants someone to pull his underwear down and put his hand
on his cock and tell him to stroke himself - all because Oikawa is in pain and
crying and licking come out of the well of Iwaizumi's fingers. How can it not
be horrible to be fucked so hard it hurts? But everyone likes to watch, and
Oikawa's cock is red and leaking between his legs, someone else's come dripping
down his inner thighs as Kyoutani fucks it out of him.
“He loves that,” Makki says. “Tell everyone what a stupid cumslut you are, and
we'll come on your face.”
Oikawa shakes his head, still groaning in time with Kyoutani's thrusts. He
looks pleadingly up at Iwaizumi, who reaches for Oikawa's nipples and pinches
them.
“Ahh! Okay, okay I - ” he sniffs and swallows. “I'm a stupid cumslut,” he says,
nearly apologetically, and Makki and Mattsun both shake their heads.
Iwaizumi grabs his hair again and lifts him till he's kneeling up, arms
flailing to keep his balance. “Look at everyone, and try again,” he growls.
Oikawa's whole body is shaking, and he makes a noise that sounds even more
painful when Iwaizumi wraps a hand round his dick. “Please, I'll - please - ”
Iwaizumi stops, and Oikawa lets out a sob. “Okay, okay, I - ” he swallows,
wipes his eyes with one shaking hand and looks at everyone. “I'm a stupid
cumslut,” he says, like he's aiming for the tone he uses to talk to his
fangirls, but it's ruined somewhat when Kyoutani grabs him round the throat,
thrusts violently a few more times, and bites down into Oikawa’s shoulder as he
comes. Oikawa sobs again, and flops to the floor like a ragdoll when Kyoutani
lets him go, whimpering as he pulls out.
“Better,” Mattsun says. “Okay, well, we're gonna give this filthy whore a
bath.” He waves to everyone and they gather round - Kindaichi and Yoshino
included, so it’s only Kunimi sitting alone on the bench, unable to stop
watching, achingly hard, frozen into stillness..
Oikawa doesn't seem to have the energy to get up, so everyone kneels next to
him in an uncoordinated rabble, stroking themselves and slapping wherever they
can reach on Oikawa’s body and covering his face in come. Iwaizumi leaves them
to it, pushing two fingers inside him and curling them, but Oikawa's too
exhausted to do much more than whimper. His legs begin to shake violently, and
someone -  Makki or Mattsun maybe - decides they're gonna take a picture of
him, then scrape the come off his face and into his mouth.
It looks  vile.  Kunimi thinks if someone tried to do that to him, he might be
sick. Oikawa is retching a bit, but they make him lick up drool and spilt come
off the floor when he fails to catch it all the first time. Kunimi feels a bit
sick just watching, but he's also halfway to making a mess of his boxers.
He looks up to find Yahaba looking directly at him with a thoughtful
expression, and feels his face heat when he realises he's been jamming the heel
of his hand between his crossed legs. Kyoutani sits down heavily next to Yahaba
though and draws his attention, and then everyone's shuffling back a bit to
give Iwaizumi space to - as it turns out - turn Oikawa onto his side, pull off
his shorts and underwear from around his ankles, and bend his knees up towards
his chest, spreading his ass cheeks so everyone can see how red and sore his
hole looks. Iwaizumi once again scoops up the come that's oozing out and makes
him eat it, not bothering with words this time, just stuffing his come-covered
hand in Oikawa’s slack mouth. Oikawa doesn't make much of an effort at cleaning
the hand, too far gone to do much, so Iwaizumi just wipes it on his face and
spits on him.
“You're no good for anything, like this. Can't even use your mouth properly,”
he says in cold tone that Kunimi’s never heard from him before. He puts two
fingers back into Oikawa’s hole and they slide in easily, then three on the
next stroke. “You're so loose. How am I supposed to get a good fuck out of
this?”
Oikawa doesn't reply, just makes small moans as Iwaizumi moves his hand, adds a
fourth finger. “You think you're loose enough to take my fist? I could do that.
Could fist you in front of everything, how about that?”
Oikawa’s shaking his head, but it's hard to tell if it's a  no  or if he's just
squirming. Iwaizumi seems to know, though, because he pulls his hand out and
replaces it with his cock, then stuffs two fingers in as well.
“F...f-fuck…” Oikawa says, too exhausted to do much more than moan and make
pain sounds when Iwaizumi slaps his face a few times. He does manage another
please  when Iwaizumi pulls out abruptly, but it's only to shove Oikawa onto
his back so he can bend his legs over his head and fuck him that way, can put
all his weight into it and have two hands free to scratch red lines down
Oikawa’s flushed chest. There's still some fading marks from last week, and
more around his ribs that Kunimi doesn't know the origin of, but they look
reasonably fresh and fingernail-shaped.
“You wanna come?” Iwaizumi says, and this time the nod  yes  is quite clear.
“You know, making you take all this is fun for us, but only a real trash whore
would get off having this done to them. You should be begging me to stop,” he
continues, and starts to slap Oikawa’s chest, then his face, then the insides
of his thighs. Oikawa cries out in pain but doesn't say anything.
“You don't want me to stop?” Iwaizumi asks, and the incredulity is probably
feigned; he must know Oikawa likes pain. Kunimi had known, but not how  much
Oikawa likes pain, though he honestly doesn't look as though he's having fun -
it just looks like it hurts, a lot.
Oikawa shakes his head. “D-don’t stop - please don't stop,” he amends,  when
Iwaizumi lifts his hands and stops moving entirely. He seems drugged and dazed,
but able to talk, and unembarrassed by what he's saying. Kunimi’s embarrassed
just hearing it, but maybe Oikawa’s in a space past embarrassment. “Please hurt
me more,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Please fuck me.” Oikawa and Iwaizumi hold
each other’s gaze for a moment, looking as if they've forgotten anyone else is
even there. Maybe that's why Oikawa’s not embarrassed, then.  
Iwaizumi slaps him harder, pinches and flicks his nipples, scores a deep red
line across his chest with a thumbnail, and finally makes a claw of both hands,
grabs the flesh around his ribs where the marks are, and  twists.
It looks really painful, and Oikawa has nowhere to go so he bites down on his
own lip, lets his head fall back and just makes broken pain sounds between
breaths, eyes filling with water again.
“Shut up,” Iwaizumi says, not letting up. “I think I prefer you with your mouth
full; less annoying.”
Oikawa presses his lips together, though small noises still escape him, and his
eyes are screwed shut as he just holds on to his own ankles and endures as best
he can. Kunimi has no idea why it's so hot to watch Oikawa just take what
Iwaizumi's giving him, especially when he's just holding on like this.
Iwaizumi draws on hand back and slaps Oikawa's cock, just lightly, but Kunimi
imagines it must hurt as Oikawa lets out a sob, then another as Iwaizumi does
it again.  Kunimi finds himself wincing and flinching a bit in sympathy, and -
well, it's a bit embarrassing because he's the only one now not watching
languid and satisfied, the only one who didn't come on or in Oikawa. He's still
hard, and occasionally Yahaba gives him a look he can't interpret, and
Kindaichi’s thigh is pressed warm against his own as they watch Iwaizumi wreck
Oikawa.  
“I thought I told you to shut up?” Iwaizumi says, giving Oikawa another slap
which he fails to muffle again.

“I can’t,” Oikawa says, voice only barely working. “I  can’t .”

 Iwaizumi  growls , which Kunimi feels all the way down to his bones, puts one
hand over Oikawa’s mouth and pinches his nose shut with the other, still
fucking him, and Oikawa’s still holding his own ankles as he begins to struggle
for air. Iwaizumi doesn’t let go, and Oikawa’s struggles get wilder, eyes wide
and afraid until they go white; he comes with every muscle in his body taut and
shuddering and Kunimi thinks that if he had the breath for it, he’d be
screaming.
Finally, Iwaizumi lets him breathe, and he gasps and twitches like a hooked
fish.
There’s a moment of slightly anxious silence, and then Oikawa rolls over and
gives a lazy, fucked-out smile, and Iwaizumi picks him up in a princess carryas
if he weighs no more than a bag of rice.

(This turns Kunimi’s knees spontaneously to jelly for mystifying reasons. He’s
glad he’s sitting down.)
Iwaizumi’s stern face is gone, and he looks down at Oikawa fondly - though he
would likely deny this if anyone mentioned it tomorrow - and carries him
through to the showers. Everyone else seems to take this as their cue to go
home; there’s a lot of blinking and stretching and rearranging of zippers as
everyone packs up their things and prepares to do normal things like do
homework, eat dinner, play some video games.
Kunimi, on the other hand, is going directly to bed to have what’s probably
going to be the quickest wank of his life. In fact - he’s going to just. Sit
here for a moment, till it’s less embarrassing to stand. Why it’s more
embarrassing that he has a hard on under his school trousers than that everyone
else in the room just came on Oikawa, he doesn’t know. It’s fine. His bag is
here; he can rummage through it and pretend to sort things out for a minute,
then actually get up and pack it at a strategic angle until everyone has gone.
He’s just putting on his shoes when there’s a sudden hand on his shoulder, and
- of course, it’s Oikawa, hair still damp, but fully dressed now and looking
once again like Oikawa Tooru, Captain of the volleyball team, The One With The
Fan Club, leaning against a locker.
“You know, you can always join in if you like, Akira-kun,” he says with a wink.
Iwaizumi comes out behind him holding two bags.
“I,” Kunimi says. “Maybe. Seems like a lot of bother.”
Oikawa laughs. “Oh, it’s barely any bother for  me . I leave the effort up to
everyone else.” He looks back to Kunimi, airy facial expression gone, replaced
with that  look  of his that seems to know everything about you. “That might be
more up your alley.”
Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, stuffing clothes into bags. “Leave him alone, idiot.”
Oikawa tilts his head. “You know, you get more attention in the middle. From
everyone .” He pauses. Then he smiles brightly again and turns to pick his bag
up from Iwaizumi’s waiting hand. “Just something to think about,” he says.
“There’s a lot of... useful skills  I could teach you.”

 He swans off with Iwaizumi behind him, and if his walk is loose almost to the
point of drunkenness, it’s not very noticeable.
End Notes
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