#under.kunimi

"It's...too...thick." You grit out, head slamming back against the metal bleacher, the earlier wisdom and honey-slathered pleas of your boyfriend starting to fade from memory as you do everything in your power to no slam your legs shut and run away.

"Relax a little more." He hums, massaging along your inner right thigh as he pushes your leg back more, he sets the wooden bat back atop his jacket bringing lube coated fingers back to your gaping hole.

"Someone's gonna see us." The words are barely intelligible as he plunges four of his fingers back in without warning, scissoring and stretching and whispering praises.

He shakes his head, something about the field being isolated and there still being hours before anyone would come to warmup.

"Don't ya wanna be my good luck charm? Help me win our big game?" He's goading you and you know it, using his damn enticing words to distract you as he works in his pinky.

"Yes, yes fuck. Wanna be good." You arch into his touch, the cold air unable to cut through the heat radiating between the two of you. "God okay, do it."

"Yeah?"

"Just fuckin' do it Akira." You hiss, trying to spread your legs even further while staying balanced on the narrow bleacher. You whine as he slips his fingers from your cunt, watching as he slicks more lube onto his bat.

He hooks him thumb on the rim of your hole, gently tugging more and more as he presses the end of the barrel to your clit, teasing you slowly. He drags the blunt end down pressing against your entrance, pushing and pushing.

“Oh god, oh god.” With a deep breath you feel the bat splitting you apart, a scorching heat cutting up your belly through your chest as if flaying you open and exposing you raw. 

Carefully he continues to work the barrel further in, whimpering as you feel the walls of your cunt pitifully flutter around the impossibly thick wood, amazed at how well you’re taking it. 

Under his breath Kunimi whispers sweet praises that have you preening, leaving you to relax a little more despite each unrelenting push of the bat.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl. Ready for the real fun?” You nod stiffly, still struggling to adjust to the unprecedented girth. He smirks at you, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead just before twisting the wood ever so slightly.

A sharp tingle runs up your spine and you grin lazily at him.

“Go for it slugger.” You whisper, earning you another sweet kiss from him as he pulls the bat back a little.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

You’re seated on the arm of the beat-up old couch near the front door, giving you the perfect seat to watch various people of differing sobriety fall in and out of the party.

Just as the desperate scene of Matsukawa coming on to the fourth girl of the night unfolds before you, there’s the familiar burn of eyes boring into you, acutely aware of who it might be. 

For a moment you wonder if standing your ground would be better, thwarted by your own body moving without a second thought and making a desperate attempt to avoid simple eye contact, you sacrifice your perch,  hoping to find someone that you didn’t have a complicated history with.

“Trying to run?” Cool fingers wrap around your wrist, forcing a groan to escape your lips. It was a mystery how someone who was high most of the time and never wanted to expend any energy could move that quickly across a room.

“Running implies I’m scared, avoiding would be the better term,” you try to pull away from his grip, only to have him tighten his hold forcing you to turn and glare into his hooded eyes, “what do you want?”

“A hello maybe, not nice to ignore me.” He relents his hold and you roll your eyes, he looks deceptively good tonight. You can’t help but take in his appearance, grimacing when you notice he’s wearing the oversized black Champion hoodie you’d given him for his birthday, when you were still on semi-decent terms.

“Yeah about that, I only say hi to people who don’t fuck me over.” You try to move away from him but he quickly crowds into your space, focusing a calculating look on you.

“Fuck you over how?” His expression shifts, he’s giving you that look, the one he gives whenever he has you pinned against a surface and taking everything he wants from you. 

The look he gives before you can’t help but surrender completely to him.

“Forget it, just leave me alone.” You try to look around him, trying to find a familiar face, someone you could cling onto to avoid this uncomfortable confrontation and your inevitable downfall right into his hands.

You shove at his chest and slip by him, deciding that leaving completely would be the best option, only to have hands grip at your waist and pull you back harshly. You land on the couch with a soft thump about to send another scathing comment his way when you notice him reaching behind the couch, pulling out a clear glass bong with a skull engraved on it.

The sight of it fills you with another wave of irritation and nostalgia, another present from you to him, another instance of you practically on your knees begging for his attention. You know this is your real cue to leave, that the second you start smoking with him you’ll truly be putty in his hands.

“Just one or two hits,” he hums, already sensing your hesitation, he pulls out a half empty plastic water bottle and a dime bag, “I'm sure you stressed yourself out this week.”

“Mm how considerate of you.” You shift slightly in your seat, positioning yourself better in case you decide to really escape this time.

“You look good.” It’s nonchalant and almost half-hearted but it still causes a slight tingle to run down your spine. You hate the way his feigned disinterest always has you wanting more, all the times he’s looked at you with rapt attention only to coat it with impassivity a moment later making you crave more and more of him. The imagery fills your head and makes your mouth dry. You push the thoughts away, you’re here to smoke some of his weed, and then leave nothing more.

“Don’t,” he looks up from his ministrations to raise a brow at you, “‘m not playing your games tonight.”

“Fine, you look like shit.'' He hands you the bong and you consider smashing it, but it’d only be a waste of your money and good weed.

“Lighter.” You touch the mouthpiece to your bottom lip and stare at him expectantly. He shakes his head and twirls the lighter in his fingers.

“Payment.” A smug look crosses his features and the temptation to throw the bong itches at your hands again.

“I hate you.” It’s under your breath and both of you know that despite how irritated you are with him, you don’t mean it in the slightest, you never do. You hook your finger onto the collar of his hoodie and tug him forward, slamming your lips together in a chaste kiss, the moment his lips part against yours has you pulling away.  

“Hm? That was too short and sweet for you,” you snort at the comment and try to take the lighter from him, he shakes his head and turns the bong so the bowl is facing him, “you’re just gonna fuck it up and hurt yourself let me.”

“Whatever.” You fix your lips properly, holding eye contact with him as he lights the bowl, inhaling deeply, letting the smoke crawl down your throat and invade your lungs. He grins at you as he pulls the bowl from it, letting you clear it out.

You hold the smoke for a moment, and just as you’re about to blow it out, Kunimi snatches the bong from you and sets it down by the couch, surging forward and capturing your lips. His hand flies up and squeezes at your cheeks as he licks into your mouth, forcing your jaw to drop. His other arm curls around your waist, not bothering to put up a fight as he maneuvers you onto his lap.

Your hands press against him and you finally exhale slowly into his mouth, feeling his chest swell slowly beneath your palms. There’s a pause in his movements, leaving you to think he’ll pull away, only for him to continue his greedy exploration with his villainous tongue. 

Though you’d never say it out loud, you’ve always been impressed by his lungs but the lack of oxygen begins to make your chest tighten and your head feel a little too light.

“Fuck wait.” You gasp, pulling away and resting your forehead against his. His hand drops from your face and slips under the hem of your shirt letting his fingers dance across the small of your back.

“For what?” He nips at your bottom lip, trying to get you to retaliate but you narrow your eyes at him.

“Apologize first.” You drive your index finger into his chest and he scoffs.

“I don't do that,” he leans forward and sinks his teeth into your neck, making you yelp out, you hiss as he pulls off and licks at the raw skin, “take me or leave me.”

“Fuckin’ asshole.” You tangle your fingers in his hair and yank harshly, pulling him into a kiss that’s more teeth and tongue than anything. You feel his fingers continue to massage your back while his other hand runs up and down your thigh.

If you aren’t going to get an apology, you figure there’s other ways to get a bit of retribution. You dig your teeth into his bottom lip, grinning against him when you feel the taste of iron spread across your tongue. his hand on your thigh squeezes tightly making you gasp, only allowing him to delve his tongue further into your mouth, acting as though he has a right to it. 

“Bong.” He rasps as he pulls away from you, you take a moment to admire the crimson staining his lips. Reaching down you swipe up the bong, handing it to him and scooting back to avoid being burnt. Watching quietly as he fixes it against his mouth, lighting it and taking a long drag.

It was disgusting really, he always looked  good like this, the only thing rivaling this expression was that faintly proud look he got in his eyes whenever he landed a trick. He pulls the bong away and holds it to the side, looking up at you and tilting his head. 

“What?” You frown as you watch his eyes flicker to your mouth, his message loud and clear. with a sigh you inch forward, letting your lips part, you jump slightly when he surges forward to slot his mouth against yours. You inhale slowly as he exhales, reveling in the taste of the weed and his tongue moving across yours.

“You two sure know how to make it seem like you’re the only ones in the room,” you pull away once more, the two of you turning to look at Iwaizumi settling on the couch beside you, “just wanted to warn you that Mattsun is threatening to come join you two.”

“Tch like hell he is.” Kunimi pulls you closer against his body, only making you groan at the sudden wave of possessiveness.

“You’re not my boyfriend.” You really have no interest in letting Mattsun’s slimy fingers and dirty dick anywhere near you, but skipping out on the opportunity to piss Kunimi off, even just a little, would be a waste. you raise a brow as his head falls back against the couch, reddening eyes observing you lazily.

“You want me to be or something?” You ignore the snicker that falls from Iwaizumi beside you two and narrow your eyes at the man underneath you.

“So you can fuck off and forget i exist for another month again? Yeah right.” The flash of anger fades quickly when you start to feel the headiness that comes with your high swirl through you. 

“I'll make it up to you,” the statement punctuated with both of his hands sliding further up your shirt, “mouth.”

“Kunimi.”

“Mouth.” you swipe your tongue over your lips before relenting, letting your jaw drop and your tongue loll out a bit. He swipes his tongue against yours before sucking it into his mouth. He lets out a low groan as you grind down against him and throw your arms around his neck desperately trying to deepen the kiss.

“Don’t fuck down here again, Oikawa’s room should still be open, he keeps striking out anyway.” You kick your leg blindly, satisfied when you feel your foot make contact and hearing Iwaizumi letting out a curse. 

“Oikawa’s?” Kunimi mutters against your lip, and you hum in agreement, sliding off his lap and pulling him along with you. 

“I better not be able to walk tomorrow or I’m never talking to you again.”

you watch as nimi and mattsun run their hands up and down your body, slowly pulling off ur clothes without a care for whatever you’re trying to mumble out. your head tips forward, eyes trying to focus as you give a weak shove to nimi’s head as he settles between ur thighs shoving a few fingers into your cunt lazily pumping them in n out.

you mumble out again, not even coherent to yourself, only to have it swallowed down by mattsun moving his lips against yours, whining as nimi retracts his fingers making you squirm around when you feel something thicker push at ur entrance. the brain lag doesn’t allow you to register he doesn’t have a condom on, you can barely even register the sloppy lip lock with mattsun.

mattsun who’s taking your hand and shoving it down his pants making you grab at his half hard cock, guiding your hand. youur attention is brought back to nimi, the way he’s damn near pulling all the way out, then slamming back in has your intoxicated mind reeling. when has he ever shown such effort before? you try to groan, indicate your discomfort at his unrelenting movements when there was a distinct lack of prep but all you can manage is a half giggle, half moan as mattsun continues to ravage your mouth.

there’s a moment of stark sobriety when you feel nimi twitch inside of you, the sound of him cussing fuzzy in your ears as you feel his cum spilling into you. you clench down on him, with way your body burns and the tightness in your belly you think you’re coming, but the faintly pleasant sensation doesn’t last long as nimi pulls out and settles back onto the couch beside you, sparking the blunt he had rolled earlier. you feel his fingers tangle into your hair as he pulls you away from mattsun and slots his lips against yours, without warning he exhales sharply forcing you to choke down the smoke he had been holding.

with a few coughs tumbling from you, your mind reels as mattsun pulls you onto his lap, you feel like a thread is being pulled at your forehead, pulling, pulling until you feel it connect with mattsun’s shoulder. without warning you feel him guide his cock to your entrance, and with a bruising dig of his fingers into your hip, he slams you down onto his cock. he’s bigger than nimi and the burn pulls you into another moment of sobriety making you let out something between a moan and a pained groan, earning u an amused chuckle from both men.

you hiss at the feeling of mattsun continuing to dig his fingers so sharply into your hips forcing you to bounce up and down in his lap making u take his cock deeper and deeper, faster and faster, the pain overlapping with the pleasure and the feeling of melting away wracking through your body.

with one last hard thrust you throw your head back, hands flying up to grip at his shoulders. this time as the heat and electricity course through your veins mattsun is kind enough to fuck you through it grounding you. he hooks his hand around the back of your neck and yanks you forward, biting down on your collar bone as you feel him cum inside you. he lets you flop onto the couch unceremoniously between him and nimi, you think you hear yourself whine but you’re brain is trying to make sense of your body feeling so heavy and spent, cum starting to dribble out of your abused cunt and distantly aware you’ll wake up naked and alone.