Another kink meme fic... This was... fun to write. First time writing anything like this though.
Title: Nothing Special
Characters/Pairing: 'Kenya', Shiraishi, Niou, Yagyuu / onesided!KenyaShiraishi, non-con!NiouShiraishi
Word Count: +/- 556
Rating: NC-17 (non-con, smut)
"You're pathetic." An undignified whimper echoed in the mostly empty bathroom. "All you ever do is watch and watch and never make a move. How do you expect to get anywhere when you don't do anything for yourself?"
Another whimper and a soft thud and Shiraishi was sharply shoved up against one of the stalls, his bare chest oddly sensitive against the rough stall wall and his hands bound together behind him with the bandage from his left wrist.
This wasn't how he had hoped for things to go. It had been nothing more than a simple crush. That's all. A little crush on a teammate who he had been so sure was straight and had a thing for one of the girls on the school track team but now he wasn't so sure, what with said teammate pressed up against his back and all but devouring his neck and shoulders and drawing soft gasps and moans from the captain's mouth.
"K-Ke—" He tried to speak but found himself gagged with the shirt that had been pulled off of him only a few minutes earlier.
"You already had your chance to say something," The voice hissed in his ear and the finger that had been ghosting over his crotch were suddenly stroking him through boxers and tennis shorts and tracksuit pants and the satin was cold and smooth against his skin and slowly making him harder with each pass of the other boy's finger. A moment later and a hand was delving past waistbands and fingers calloused from years of tennis were wrapped fully around his length, drawing muffled moans from the captain's throat with each slow pump. The hand slowly got faster and faster and by the end of it, Shiraishi was a quivering mess using the stall as a support as his pants, shorts and boxers were unceremoniously pushed down and then there was suddenly a searing pain inside him.
"There's nothing special about you," The voice hissing in his ear was the only thing to distract Shiraishi from the pain inside him but even then it wasn't much solace. The pain was intense enough to have him screaming in pain around the shirt still muffling his voice with every thrust. "'Bible Tennis'? It's pathetic. There's no style to it. Even a kid can play better than you. But that's why you were only singles three, wasn't it? Because that Tooyama kid ican/i play better than you."
Despite the harsh words and the searing pain, the silver-haired captain finds himself coming again over the wall of the stall before the boy behind suddenly pulls out and lets him drop to the ground, exhausted and in pain. The shirt is tugged from his lips and the bandages tying his wrists together are undone and as he stares up at his teammate walking away from him, he spots a white ponytail swinging across the blond's back.
"You finished your fun then, Niou?" Yagyuu looks hardly impressed as his doubles partner removes the blond wig and Shitenhoji shirt and shakes his head to fluff his hair back up.
"With him, at least," The white-haired boy grabs the yellow shirt offered to him by his friend and pulls it on, folding away his costume and shoving it into his tennis bag. "Why? Feeling left out?"
"Hardly."