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jamminlocks · 10 months

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CUTE??? {Komori fic}

Tags: F/M, komori motoya x reader, komori motoya & reader, komori motoya x oc, komori motoya & oc, humor, fluff, funny, Komori centric fic, POV third person, Komori Motoya is a mess, original characters are unnamed and not described other than their vibes and player number, not beta read, oneshot Word count: 2106 Summary: amongst a crowd of volleyball players walking around the gymnasium, Komori bumps into someone while he is looking for Sakusa and Iizuna. A/N: in the haikyuu timeline, this is set at the interhigh tournament after Karasuno lost to Aoba Johsai. i will come back and edit this [ao3]

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It’s day two of the interhigh national tournament and all four courts are still in the middle of a game. Everything is lively, from the games on the court to the audience on the bleachers. The different cheers are loud and its echoes fill the gymnasium. It's almost distracting enough for Motoya to focus on the game in front of him when the crowd watching from another court is getting all riled up. He sits on the bleachers along with the rest of his team. Kiyoomi sitting right beside him. The game in front of them being Matsukawa Tech vs Inarizaki, barely in the middle of the second set.

Much like last year, the cheering on Inarizaki's side was grand and hostile. Motoya feels bad for everyone serving in Matsukawa, going through the unpleasant feeling of getting boo-ed at. It's already bad enough that they are six points behind Inarizaki but they seem to be catching up when a wall of their blockers scores, blocking a spike from Ojiro Aran no less.

He wanted to watch a little longer. After all, Inarizaki is a team Itachiyama has an eye on for many reasons. Matsukawa Tech also had their best server in the current rotation. As a libero, Motoya needs to understand how they play for him to know how to best receive. But, he'd like to drink something that isn't water before a game, maybe go to the restroom and wash up. It will save him from Kiyoomi's commanding scowl when he asked if he had washed his hands.

Motoya excuses himself. As he stand, Iizuna-san, who is sitting behind him, asks "where are you going?"

"I'm gonna try to find some Potari sweat and go to the restroom."

"Oh, I'll come with you. I actually want to see what they have on the t-shirt stalls."

"I'll come, too." Kiyoomi said, still focused on the game.

"You want to go to the restroom, too?" Motoya said, hinting it to something which Kiyoomi doesn't like by side-eyeing him.

"I want to see Shiatorizawa's match up close," his cousin coldly states.

Motoya scans the occupied courts, the match with Shiratorizawa is way on the other side. If they're quick on their feet, they won't mess much. Not feeling the need to tease his cousin any further, he waits for their captain and his cousin to stand and they all excuse themselves from their team as they walk out of the lined seats. Letting Iizuna-san lead the way. "Let's get going," he said to them.

"Who are Shiratorizawa up against?" Motoya asked, padding the pocket of his sports jacket, checking if he had left some money in them. It had enough money for a drink.

"It's Chikuida," Kiyoomi said, not a hint of enthusiasm for the mentioned team. They're not a powerhouse like Shiratorizawa or Itachiyama, nor are they newcomers to the national tournament.

"They're back this year?" Motoya said, somewhat excited. "Good luck to them I guess." And good luck is all he could wish for them. Much as he likes for the tables to turn to Chikuida's favor and for something fresh and new on the tournament brackets, he doubts they could actually beat Shiratorizawa, especially against Ushijima-san’s spikes. It is an exciting thought if they can. When they walk up to the game in question, it, too, is at its second set, which is already impressive given Shiratorizawa won both sets the day before. "Wow, they're even so far," Iizuna-san pointed to the scoreboard, displaying 10-11. In that moment, Chikuida scored from a spike from their opposite hitter sticking directly on the line, changing the score, 11-11.

They watched without seating on the bleachers and out of the way from where people were walking. The game flows with the two teams basically interchanging points, continuously neck and neck. Then, Chikuida is ahead of Shiratorizawa by four points. Kiyoomi leans a little closer. Motoya notices and he snickers a little. As per-usual, Sakusa Kiyoomi gets agitated at the possibility that another team is inching closer to the level of powerhouse schools.

Iizuna-san waves for Motoya to come with him then turns to Kiyoomi. "Sakusa, I'll go ahead with Komori. Be back in a minute."

Kiyoomi only nods in silence, attention still at the game. Motoya and Iizuna-san leave him in the spacious area among the audience of the Shiratorizawa vs Chikuida match. The two then split up when Iizuna-san headed to the t-shirt stalls to peruse.

The restroom came first before the vending machine, so Motoya goes there to wash his hand – wiping with his own handkerchief, of course – before buying a drink. Lucky for him, one of the machines has Potari sweat and it drops out without much trouble for him. As he walks, he snaps open the white cap of the bottle, deciding whether he should go back to Kiyoomi or look for Iizuna-san.

And then, the crowd suddenly grew densers, players, gymnasium staff, and the media staff merging in the hall. Their long strides became careful short walks not to add more hassle in the crampedness. Motoya does his best to move around everyone that comes in front of him from what he can tell, he’s getting closer to where he last saw Iizuna-san.

He keeps an open eye for the signature bright yellow of Itachiyama’s jersey in the crowd while closing the led of the bottle. Instead, Iizuna’s mint green hair is the first thing he spots. Motoya calls out to his captain as he waves his unoccupied hand though doesn’t seem to hear it. He moves forward through the crowd until he allows a pair of players to pass. Coming from a different direction, someone bumps into Motoya and the person yelps weakly. The collision has him losing grip of the bottle. As the person starts a half scream that's immediately cut when they catch it could hit the ground.

"Ah, sorry!" He quickly apologizes with his hands shyly reaching out to them, worried that he might have bumped into them somewhere inappropriate. The person stops and stands up right meeting his gaze. A player on the girls side of the tournament. She hands the bottle over. Her team uniform is white with dark green sleeves and a green number 11. She looks at him in shock, worry and apologetic, but she squints. Then, it instantly switches to a charming, wide smile that almost had her cheeks hide her eyes.

“OH HEY!” the girl chimes, less of a greeting and more of realization. Voice smooth and silky, mixed with a kind of bubbly friendliness. "You really do have round eyebrows! That's so cute!!"

Confusion came like being thrown a bucket of warm water on his back. His first reaction is to laugh in his befuddlement.

“Eh???” is all Motoyo could muster as he stands still and grip on the bottle getting firmer.

Then, there's giggling from beside the girl, players in the same uniforms as her, trying their best to hide their laughing and wheezing. They seem just as confused as to what just occurred and appear apologetic on her behalf. Their sweet and nice voices adds to Motoya’s embarrassment. Lucky for him, they are having secondhand embarrassment from teammate’s action underneath their laughter.

"That's what you say first?" The girl in number 5 said in disbelief, grinning from ear to ear as she teases her teammate. "Not even a ‘sorry’?" Said the girl with the number 8, who sounded more troubled despite being humored by it as well.

Someone with the jersey labeled number 2 steps forward, confident and concerned. Their vice-captain, he assumes. "I'm really sorry for my teammate here,” she starts, bowing to Motoya. “She doesn't know how to think before she opens her mouth."

He would have said ‘no worries’ or ‘ it's fine.’ But still a bit surprised from what's happening, Motoya’s words practically froze and he could hesitantly bow back while darting from one girl to the next assessing how many saw that. It did not help that they are all very pretty and they don’t seem offended by him.

“I’m sorry,” number 11 said. “Your arm’s not hurt, is it?” She speaks so kindly.

Motoya actually checks for pain. Nothing is really there other than a sting that will leave in a moment or two, so he shakes his head. “It’s alright. no harm done,” he said, trying to match her softness to appear not irritated, waving his arms to her to communicate not to pay no more concern over it.

Chuckling, number 5 says, “you really are something, huh? Calling the nation’s best libero ‘cute’.”

The mention of his appointed title was an arrow of panic in Motoya’s veins. They know him?! He screamed in his thoughts. What else do they know!?

"She's right though, you are pretty cute," bluntly said by number 12, hand on her chin as she eyes Motoya up and done. Her eyes hinting cheeky interest in him and he thinks something popped in his head. Getting called cute by a pretty girl once is flustering, but again by another girl? That's more than he thinks he can take. Motoya could feel two more degrees of heat up his face. What should he say after that?

“Um.. thanks?” Motoya said in appreciation while trying his damndest to not sound squeaky in front of these girls.

Number 11 turns to Motoya again and simply states, “I mean, you do look better in person,” effortlessly doubling down on her comment. They all laugh at her honesty to blatantly compliment him again.

“And taller,” added 5 and some of the girls shook their heads in agreement. Number 2 is the only one who does not join in, placing a hand over her face.

“Um, what's going on here?” Iizuna’s voice invades and takes everyone's attention, and he is with Kiyoomi. The question was more likely pointed to Motoya, but the vice captain of the girl’s team quickly raised her hand and bowed slightly to the two players. “I’m sorry. One of my teammates bumped into your libero and nearly dropped his drink,” she explained.

The other girls follow suit by apologizing to Motoya’s teammates. One by one, they bid the libero farewell. Saying ‘bye’ to Motoya teasingly with a sweet tune as they smile and wave.

“Good luck to you, guys,” formally said the vice-captain. Motoya and Iizuna-san return it.

11 waves to him.“Sorry again, Komori-chan.” Her voice still caught him off guard.

Motoya’s eyes last strays on the girl with number 9, who has been covering her laughter the entire time. She gives him an amused look as she smirks at Motoya then sends him a flirty nod. The gesture makes him want to hide his warm face.

He watches them all leave, almost in a trance. While Iizuna and Kiyoomi are left to ponder what they just walked into.

Suddenly, Motoya sharply turns to the two. Fists clenched and pumped. “GUYS!” He calls them. His cheeks and ears slowly turned to a shade of red. Eyes wide in nervousness, panicked, yet determined. A quivering smile.

“WE- WE’RE GOING TO WIN!!!”

“That is the goal,” Kiyoomi deadpans.

The two may not completely know what had happened but it must have been something enough to practically short-circuit his brain. It finally settles to Motoya that his heart is rushing.

Iizuna nervously laughs, "How about you drink that Potari of yours?"

Motoya does and he accidentally chugs down the entirety of the bottle.

“You good?” Iizuna asks, concern in

Motoya meekly says “yeah” but he doesn't believe him. With the Libero drinking a 500ml bottle, it leads all of them back to the restroom. Kiyoomi washes his hands again for good measure while Motoya does business, then washing his hands and face. Yet he is still flustered.

Returning with their one teammate several shades redder, Iizuna had to explain that It isn’t a fever or anything and his loose understanding of the situation that happened.

After that, Itachiyama won their match that day and the following matches after that up until the finals.

That little interaction Motoya had with the girls was long forgotten by the time they won the inter-high school tournament. To Iizuna, it's probably the strangest prophetic thing he has witnessed. He isn't superstitious, but it sure was funny to think that Motoya basically manifested their wins. Kiyoomi could care less. As for Motoya, little compliments placked in his brain and the memory of the event comes back to him clear as day. If he thinks a little too long about it, he’ll just steam his head up like a kettle.

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A/N: I had this on my drafts for so long that but when i found out it was komori's birthday, I had to cram this like it was an academic essey due tomorrow ahahahahahaha

but i think i should apologies cause I dont know how to tag this. its technically a komori centric fic, but could be read as 3rd-pov komori x reader fic (to whichever girl had the most rizz lol) or 3rd-pov komori x oc fic, so i tagged it as both. i hope it doesn't bother anyone its tag that way.

thanks for reading and Happy birthday to Komori 🎉🥳🎊

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fanfiction #hq x reader #komori x yn #komori motoya fic #komori x reader #komori motoya x reader #aka watch komori get so flustered from a bunch of girls #fluff #humor #fanfic

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izumi-07 · 5 months

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Competition

Yan!CollegeRoomates Atsumu and Kiyoomi x OC [Anika Saddar]

Crushes are cute when your young and breaking into the scene but Anika always knew her luck would hit a wall eventually but shacking up with your overly sweet roommate and his all too perfect boyfriend should have been the height of her romantic endeavors killed for the semester but when things begin to unravel before her, her perfect crush and his perfect fiancé may be hiding more then just a few innocent dirty rumors behind their names

TW! non-con/dubcon, intimidation, blackmailing, bullying, forced proximity, domination, cunninglus, extremist traditionalism.

"Sorry sweetheart just needed that glass", he says as a hand lands on my waist pressing my backside to the very obvious bulge hidden beneath grey sweatpants.

"Was an accident baby you know I’m shit at laundry", a grin moulds conniving lips into something sultry as he hands me my dirty underwear back knowing full well, I had seen him inhaling the material like it was oxygen a few minutes ago.

"Tsumu’ and I had a fight...thought it would be fine if I just slept here", he says through lazy eyes and a morning voice that shouldn't be reserved for me as the light shines down across his face arm thrown over my torso and his hand is still settled beneath my shirt.

"Thanks for taking care of me doll, I really appreciate it", he says as he casually forgets he had gaslit me into staying beside him when it had been obvious, I had a date planned to take my mind of things.

"Ah right I just thought I’d take care of it myself you were sleeping so peacefully I didn’t want to wake you up", he says unfazed by the horror in my eyes at the fact he had stripped me naked and bathed my unconscious body with the excuse of it being my period, so it was completely fine for him to undress me I was certain that I couldn’t have possibly slept through it but he asserts he had tried to wake me up several times.

Once maybe I could have just brushed it off, given the circumstances that kept me tied to them I could ignore a lot of things the average person wouldn’t, twice possibly even it could be a mistake, but it just kept happening over and over again even after the deal we made it all seemed to replay in my head like a humiliating cycle like I somehow deserved it and for what? A stupid crush. A year ago I had been living a relatively dreamlike life studying forensics at Waseda University, it should have been the height of young naïve college girls dreams achieved but as an added godsend I was bunking with one of the most beautiful men I had ever had the pleasure of being in the presence of it was too perfect of a setup, Miya Atsumu was late to get into accommodations and opted to get his own place had I not grabbed the chance back then so hastily I probably would still be figuring out how to cram my entire life into the cabinet space that consisted of a dorm on campus grounds.

Atsumu needed a roommate to split the costs and I had jumped at the opportunity eager and ready to escape dorm life, he’d been ecstatic and for some time I loved the routine we had a selfish part of me liked to pretend he was more than just my roommate who wouldn’t want to pretend when the man was so sweet, handsome and ever so accommodating? When he took care of me beyond what a normal roommate let alone friend would do it was easy to let yourself get wrapped up in a fairytale, he had never said he was single or seeing someone I was too innocent to trust the actions of a man I hardly knew, I wanted to work up some courage to just ask him even if things got awkward I was prepared to risk my perfect daydreams for a shot at dating him, it had been around the end of our first semester of junior year and I had actually taken the time to get myself all dolled up only to look and feel like a complete idiot when I met him. "Oh, doll I forgot to mention we’d be having an extra guest meet my fiancé Sakusa Kiyoomi”.

Of course the first guy that seemed to have an interest in me turns out to be taken and by the most impossibly perfect boyfriend that looked as painfully beautiful as Sakusa Kiyoomi who could blame Atsumu? because really, anyone with half a brain could see how perfect the two fit together and it didn’t stop there in fact if I hadn’t been insecure about myself before I definitely knew I had no chance when Atsumu told me all about his fiancé. Sakusa Kiyoomi was a prodigy athlete who’d gone to one of the most prestigious high-schools in Japan, he made it to nationals every year since he was fourteen and had three consecutive wins under his belt, he then got accepted with a full ride scholarship program of his choosing to the private university I’d been rejected from twice that was exactly two hours away from the one I attended with Atsumu, he cooked; baked and was immaculately tidy and even gave amazing massages from what Atsumu said anyway, he had a relatively amazing social media presence despite how conservative he came off but with the way he looked I figured it wasn’t rocket science why he was already verified without even giving much interactions to his loyal followers.

Did I mention he was a model? for professional brands as a side job? I felt drained just looking up every growing list of reasons Atsumu's boyfriend seemed to be pulling out of thin air as to why I would never even seem like competition at all in comparison when you had a life like his insecurity never found its way past the boundaries, awards I didn’t know existed, family all well connected and extremely rich might I add. It was....humbling to say the least. After a weekend of moping, I decided it really wasn’t worth crying over, I tried to look at the upsides of my hot roommate’s boyfriend in my everyday life now that he was getting ready to move in.

I didn’t have to deal with any awkward accusations.

He was relatively tidy and kept to his own schedule.

I had the apartment to myself more often with the two having date nights and meeting friends of their own.

I had space....lots of space and time to do well....what I usually always did. Keep myself company.

Things had been going well since Kiyoomi moved in with us permanently, I couldn’t complain about much at all, having him around was easy as it had been with Atsumu but despite my acceptance I had a really unnerving feeling when Atsumu wasn’t around to melt the atmosphere into comfort, he watched me more intensely especially when Atsumu was around like everything I did was put on a magnifying glass under his dark eyes, Atsumu being Atsumu was generally a very touchy person which was the complete opposite of Kiyoomi, I assumed his staring was his way of showing he was deeply upset or uncomfortable with the way I behaved with Atsumu he had every right to be so, I decided that with Atsumu's annual physical check-up just around the corner it would be the best time to just confront the issue and move on.

But I had underestimated just how wrong I’d been about what I had assumed to be true. Kiyoomi had been making dinner and I’d mustered up the courage to just spit out what I felt needed to be said. "Hey Sakusa-san, lunch smells great is there anything I can help with?", "Not really everything’s just about done, grab a seat and I’ll serve us up". He looked unfairly perfect as usual without his signature face mask he insists using out of the house, seeing his bare face seems like a novelty in some ways to get to see all his sharp features displayed so strikingly. He was dressed casually so I assumed he would be staying in today, I hadn’t planned on that, the white sundress I had on was new and I’d hoped it wasn’t a risky choice for a blind date because for the first time I would be subjecting myself to being hooked up so to speak via friends of friends, sorting stuff out with Kiyoomi would probably be a little boost of confidence for the date I’d been planning for almost two weeks now that is to say everything went well.

"Actually, I was just heading out, and I just wanted to get some stuff off my chest if you have time of course?”, his eyes did that drag down motion, brows arching at me like he was amused more than judging, “You can talk to me about anything Anika and please once again…just call me Kiyoomi”, I laughed a bit awkwardly as I tugged at the hem of my dress, “Okay yeah so….this is going to sound so weird, but it’s been bothering me for a while now and I just thought sorting things out would ease my mind", he looked up from serving the second bowl and set it down with a somewhat eerie sort of calmness. "I don’t follow, have I done something wrong?", "No! Of course not I actually just assumed you might think I had been....gosh this is so embarrassing to say", my cheeks were so hot and now he was staring at me, "Anika if I truly have done something to offend you it’s really okay to tell me-", "I’m sorry", I blurted it out surprising him his features softening as he observed me now completely confused, “Look....I know you’ve been trying to give me signs that I need to back off a bit with Atsumu and I totally understand in fact I wanted to tell you that you don’t have to worry one bit, Atsumu is just being his usual friendly self and I would never-", his laughter the rich sound never ceases to make my bones quiver whenever he laughed, but for some reason his laughter made me feel embarrassed childish.

"Sweetheart, Oh Anika......your absolutely precious really I had been wondering why you seemed to be so on edge around me lately and now hearing you admit why leaves me at ease", I didn’t like the way he was acknowledging me he wasn’t even taking what I said seriously and then he walks over to me even in the yellow caged ankle heels I had on with their six inch lift it did absolutely nothing but elevate me to just below his chin. He folded his arms across the white shirt he had on, the veins in his arms were straining with his defined form and then I was looking at him eye to eye there was a cynical sort of look in the way he was surveying me now, "Baby I’ve known my boyfriend for a really long time, long before you walked into his life strutting your tight little ass around his apartment like you owned it, you think I didn’t know about your little puppy dog days before I showed up here? We tell each other everything sweetheart everything and before you think 'well maybe I’m not good enough for him' baby I know what he likes and what he doesn’t, how he likes to be fucked in the early mornings before practice down to the scars on his body and how he got them, we've met each other’s families, we have aligned paths in life like many couples do shortly before marriage becomes the endgame and I also know that if and I do mean in a hypothetically fucked situation if Miya Atsumu had to pick between loving me and choosing you I think we both know who’s taking priority after all-".

I bit back embarrassed humiliated angry tears meeting him eye to eye refusing to give him the satisfaction of backing down as his arm stretches out to hook around my waist, I lose the battle when he bunches my sundress up and melds our fronts together forcing me to plant my hands on his body his hand is dangerously close to a place I never wanted him or any other person for that matter to be much less without my consent. "-do you honestly think someone like Atsumu would be into someone as desperate as you? I mean honestly Anika; I thought you were cute when Atsumu told me about all your antics, but the sundress is a bit much isn’t it? And would you look at that-", he catches me in a bind and reverses our positions till I’m being forced towards the dining room table, he bends me over it easily as I struggle to keep my legs up. "-No panties? Maybe I should snap a picture and send it to Atsumu show him what a whore you really are beneath that pretty little good girl façade?", I’m mortified at his words his hand wraps my hair around his fist as the other bunches my dress up, I can’t let him get away with this even for him it’s too cruel. "Where the fuck were you even going dressed like this huh? No underwear, your wearing make-up and got all dolled up for what?", I wait till he’s close enough to slap him but he’s too fast and soon I’m getting shoved onto the table by him his black eyes are raging, skin turning a rosy hue from our struggling.

"You keep moving your legs and hands and I’ll tie you up like a fuckin hog till Atsumu gets home and I’ll make him walk you around this entire apartment on your hands and knees would you like that? Answer me!", I go stalk still and cover my mouth with my hands my entire body is shivering my make up is probably ruined and he’s about to do something that will change everything, I want to beg him not to but deep down inside me I feel so aroused my pussy hasn’t stopped clenching since he started touching me and the more, he shoves me around the wetter I can feel myself become. "Good girl now hold your legs up let me see you", I lift my legs up as high as I can raise them till he spreads them apart and groans at the sight of me, his actions contradicting everything he had been spouting just a few minutes ago. "Oh baby look at you, better than just getting to feel you when you sleep so fuckin pretty", he bends down to press a heated kiss to the flesh covered by material an insignificant barrier my body shivers at the action and then he takes a seat, his eyes are darker than they’ve ever been he maneuvers me till he can throw my legs over his shoulders and then his fingers tease my entrance, "You've never been with anyone have you?", I shake my head too afraid to be dishonest.

"Nothing to be ashamed of princess I know you’re a little virgin, you touch yourself just to get off and be done with it but that’s not how your supposed to pleasure yourself, Atsumu and I had each other to learn from but you didn’t have that, from now on I’ll teach you how to touch yourself but if I so much as hear someone else has been so much as kissing your cunt that isn’t me or 'Tsumu I’ll chain you to a bed for months naked and wanting for cock like a streetwhore for us to pump full every day, are we clear pretty girl?", I nod out of fear and horror and let him push two fingers into me I hiss at the intrusion I’ve never put my fingers inside myself like this, too embarrassed or just afraid Kiyoomi’s are long slender things that stretch me out and purge noises I didn’t know I could make from my throat. He has a hold on my thighs, lapping up my pussy like he’s starving and I can feel the end nearing I can’t help arching my back off the table my hands find their way into his hair as I swerve my hips onto his tongue it feels like my body is combusting like I was going to explode and I do so all over Sakusa Kiyoomi’s face, he doesn’t stop till I’m quivering and his kitten licks turn to kisses as he stands and leaves one last kiss to the side of my ankle.

"I’m so glad we had this talk Anika, really it makes me so happy to always come to a good compromise with you, now get off the table go wash yourself down and come have lunch like I asked you too when Atsumu gets home things are going to change and if you so much as try to run like I know your pretty head is contemplating doing, I have little memoirs stored for safe keeping of your gorgeous body all exposed and dolled up with our hands all over you, those pictures and videos will be sent directly to your chauvinist relatives I know your family has never wanted you to have this sort of life so imagine what they’ll do when they find out you’ve been sullied by not one but two men?", he doesn’t give a shit that I’m crying or that I’m horrified and scared he likes it he absolutely loves it and he licks his fingers off to further taunt me before turning his back on me.

After lunch I locked myself in my room and didn’t come out for hours, I didn’t know what I was going to do what was Kiyoomi's game? Was Atsumu like him as well? If he really did violate me while I slept and had pictures couldn’t that be used as evidence of sexual abuse? But I hadn’t fought him when I was on that table, I let him have his way even begged him for it. Suddenly the dreams I had looked forward to for so long were being slowly tainted by this new ugly grim reality, “Anika....baby girl its Atsumu, yeh mind opening up for me?", I can’t trust him I shouldn’t open the door but what else was I going to do? I couldn’t escape so long as Kiyoomi had those photos and I still didn’t know what he could want from me to even blackmail me into staying in the same house as them, "Just a second!", I got up and dapped at my tear streaked face with cotton pads soaked in cleanser, I needed to figure out the differences between these two and how I was going to delete those pictures and escape them for good.

I forced a smile onto my face when I finally opened the door hoping he just assumed everything was fine and he didn’t know what went down between Kiyoomi and I but by the look on his face he definitely knew. "You look all cosy sweetheart I hope I didn’t wake you up", he was barefoot and wearing his jogging outfit so he must have either come back from his night run with Kiyoomi or from late practice, “No, I was just lying down is something wrong?", he smiles and shakes his head,"Nah not at all I just wanted to ask if you wanted to come get some milk from the convenience store with me we’re almost out", I was about to decline when his hand latched onto my wrist his thumb calloused as it was massaged the inner joint of my hand his face was neutral but his eyes conveyed something like he was pleading me to just say yes, it wasn’t a demand it was like he genuinely wanted to speak to me,"Yeah I could use the fresh air give me a sec to get my shoes", he smiles and nods before leaving I couldn’t trust him I didn’t even have weapons just expired pepper spray one of my friends mom had given to me when she’d heard I lived with a male roommate, it wasn’t much but it was all I had as a safety precaution.

As I stepped out of the room, Kiyoomi was leaning against the kitchen counter watching me from behind the rim of the glass of milk he was drinking his eyes dark and seared into my soul like he was memorizing every inch of me,"Hey Omi we’ll be back in a few minutes you need anything else?", Atsumu catches hold of Kiyoomi kissing him pointedly on the lips but this time Kiyoomi keeps him in place deepening it I look away as I always have but there was a warning, whatever he said a few hours ago was just dirty talk he didn’t share and I’d be stupid to take anything he said as an invitation now more than ever did I realize how unsafe I really was. "Stay safe", he curved his lips into a cruel smile that I couldn’t bring myself to return and headed out the door after Atsumu.

"He really didn’t mean it, whatever happened it’s just Kiyoomi being an ass", we didn’t get milk, the second we got into the car his whole demeanour changed it was terrifying watching the mask fall apart he told me to empty my pockets my pepper spray was gone and then he took my phone. We drove at least two hours away from the apartments and to the shadiest looking strip bar I’d ever seen, to be fair I’d never been to that many strip bars and seen this much skin flouncing in my face wherever I turned, tight perfectly proportional bodies of every colour and woman under the sun eyed us expectantly, passing by like salacious sirens coupled with the random choruses of moaning and shitty music playing in the background drowned out the fact that this was not how I expected to spend an average Wednesday , "Does he really have...pictures of me?", he’s been nursing a negroni for the past five minutes and sighs before pulling out his phone and sliding it to me, "I wouldn’t recommend looking but I figured you would want evidence before we get to the part of your options after we leave this bar".

It was as degrading and yet not nearly degrading as I thought it would be, there were various videos of my body and face being displayed whilst the two of them dressed me in lingerie I would never afford let alone could imagine having the nerve to wear, I was partly lucid between awake and drugged, strange collars and other adornments you’d see in pornos with more budgets then others the kind with low lightning and interesting camera work, the pictures were angled to show them doing lewd things to me sometimes at once and as I finally slid the phone back I was afraid to ask the one question ringing loudest in mind most of all, “Nothing else happened doll I’m a monster but I want you awake when I’m inside you”, He expects the slap and smiles like it was light work despite the reddening side of his face, as I watch the bar resume from the short silence that had erupted from the outburst it was more prevalent now more than ever that he could easily choose to harm me and no one in here would bat at eye, he swallows another mouthful of alcohol, “I know it looks bad the idea was the make it all convincing but even Kiyoomi isn’t that much of a bastard, he needed enough to keep you in your place for what comes next that’s if your still going to listen", "I don’t have the choice to object do I?", he gives me a look one that tells me he’s tired like he could understand what I’m going through and it makes me angrier, "That's for you to decide darlin’ after you hear what I got to say".

It wasn’t a long story, Atsumu and Kiyoomi were from prominent families the sort of families that had questionable pasts and methods of living, the ones with perfect little suburban dreams and behind all that carefully convoluted existences they ruled the real work happened underground hoarding up all the blood money that put sons like Atsumu and Kiyoomi into the best schools in the country, empires of corruption built from the promises of a country that could barely take care of the people in it, Atsumu talks about his mother the woman he begged for years to leave their father who reigned over their family like some sort of monster in the shadows and as Atsumu grew he became jaded more eager to appear normal and wear the skin of someone with a perfect life then accept the reality, Kiyoomi for a time had been his saving grace some sort of angel so far from his grasp but also so perfectly understanding in his ways till he too became a shadow of the men who made them into what they were, golden hues of his eyes seem sorry like he means what he says and I falter when I know I shouldn’t, it was hard for them to be together almost an impossibility when born into that much burden and power to become two different versions of yourself.

"Kiyoomi won’t back down not even when the elders demanded he start looking for a wife", of course that was expected given their situation I was surprised that they were even openly dating in a world so careful with how they acted love like theirs was an outlier a problem, “He had alluded that your parents were fine with it though so why do the elders decisions matter so much?", "Our parents could care less who we loved they never were traditional so to speak maybe church every now and the, our mothers sore attempts at repentance while their husbands laid bodies in the streets but they sort of knew? They were even relieved we had said anything to begin with, but they aren’t the problem when you build an empire you go into debt lots of it and communities are hard to control with such a big aging population of backward elders who lorde over their descendants to horde wealth they ironically stole; cheated or fucked over to get their hands on, our fathers don’t have complete control over the clan successions, the elders have always had the last say of who led next so as long as they’re breathing Kiyoomi and I have to either abide by tradition or give up our right to a lot of inheritance that our father’s gave up too much to leave to someone else’s bastards to inherit by default, it’s all very archaic darlin' trust me I wouldn’t be askin you this if I wasn’t desperate".

That brings us to the reason why Kiyoomi had those blackmail incentives, "We need a wife and since bringing more than one woman into this mess just ain’t gonna cut it, Omi figured you’d be perfect for the role until he figured out how to get those geezers to shut up permanently", "And those pictures and videos get sent out if I don’t comply correct?", he turns to me his eyes surveying me for the first time tonight stretching back till his sweats stretched across thick thighs, "It won’t go anywhere if you could hypothetically speaking play a role for the next four years....give or take", give or take indeed and they were taking a lot, “It’s not really negotiating if your holding something over me to get me to agree is it?", "Then what will it take for you to agree...willingly", "Delete the photos and videos", he grins licks his lips like he wants to hide the secrets on his tongue, "Omi’s got them sugar, locked up in places he doesn’t even tell me about and hell I would delete them if I could always knew it was a shit idea and I personally rather not keep incriminating nudes of a random foreigner no matter how delicious she may look in lace”, he winks at my disgusted expression calling for the bill, “But he’s never giving that up unless you got something to exchange it with".

"Not even a box of milk really?", I'd wagered with Atsumu the only thing I could possibly give in order to gain what little freedom I still had that didn’t end with my naked body being broadcasted over the Internet forever. "Omi come on just listen to her", his dark eyes cast over Atsumu with a knowing gaze I felt like I shouldn’t be seeing, "I want the pictures and videos deleted", he looks at me and then to Atsumu a grin plastered on his face, "What? You eat her out too and suddenly you’re ready to be the moral saviour ‘Tsumu?". I feel the crushing grip before I can back away and I don’t dare look up at the blond probably fuming, “Oh relax ‘Tsumu, I did say we could share besides I’m sure our little Tsuma-to-be can accommodate her new grooms before the wedding?", he teases walking towards us cupping the side of my face as Atsumu's grip tightens. "I want it deleted Sakusa I have another proposition for you", "Oh? I didn’t know you were in a position to make demands?", "I’m not but your curious to hear me out anyway, right? For a laugh if nothing more?", his eyes survey me sparking with that same tinge of interest I knew he could never resist and then we had a long talk one that went into the early hours of the morning till he finally relented, and my four years of service began.

To ensure I would keep up my end of the deal there had to be something I was willing to part with in order to have those pictures and videos deleted so I handed over my documentation among the most important things like my passport and my physical ID all to Kiyoomi to keep until he no longer needed to keep up this act that kind of freedom was a risk to give up but it was one or the other and there was nothing more I could offer to his situation then that if I had any hope of escaping someday rather than being forced into a void of life I would never survive the weight of. The engagement would begin a long arduous process that tip-toed the edge of what would show the elders Kiyoomi and Atsumu were serious about this arrangement which did not technically violate the ideals of tradition given that taking a woman between them indicated more would come and thus more hypothetical heirs which secured their places as the next heads of their respective clans that already agreed to ally, I hated those visits especially because of the way those old assholes spoke of me like a baby machine that needed to be vetted before they deemed me worthy of honoring their lineages it just made my self-hatred for my failure to stand against Kiyoomi increase tenfold it was amazing how I was able to hold it all back behind complacent doormat smiles.

I didn’t like being around the apartment and since the lease didn’t renew for another six months, I only ever left my room for classes, essential runs, and the bathroom I had become very in-depth to the confines of my living space having spent a third of the semester inside of it. I didn’t speak much to my new captors not unless I needed to be ready for a family dinner, reunions or other clan sensitive events that were necessary for my presence to be at. We kept out of each other’s way, and I could see the next four years going smoothly if this was the new norm until things got weirder then usual and I suddenly found myself once again trapped between two roommates that probably had the means to kill me if they wanted to.

#smut #toxic love #haikyuu smut #polyamourous #darkromance #yandere #fanfic #polyamory #atsumu x reader #sakusa x atsumu #msby atsumu #a03 fanfic #read on a03

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nationals (oc drabble).

content: fluff, humor, implied kanoka x sakusa, suna being a wingman.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: just a little drabble to get a grasp of niiyama's dynamic and sumire's character. :p

"get me out of here." sumire muttered shakily.

"but we just arrived!?" ririka screeched.

from merely a few meters away was inarizaki; the male representatives for hyōgo prefecture, and the second strongest volleyball team. everything about them was intimidating. who wouldn't be scared?

maiko facepalmed, "you're not even going up against them!"

"my life, my emotions!" sumire screamed with tears forming in her eyes, desperately trying to hide from inarizaki's members.

"man, the atmosphere here never gets lighter." jinko sighed. "right..? i can already feel my stomach turning." ayame said, relative to jinko's statement. satomi patted the two heavily on the back, "think of it this way; volleyball is just a more intense version of "don't let the balloon touch the floor"!" she tried to cheer her fellow third years up.

"that doesn't change anything except make volleyball sound stupid." shinju deadpanned.

"oh, c'mon, guys!" satomi cried out.

"nah! it sounded pretty funny, to be honest. it makes me feel a lot better, too." ririka said, "so thanks, tomi!"

kanoka kept writing her fears down on the face of her palm, eating every last one like they're candy. she was soon caught doing so by the other first place ace of japan, sakusa kiyoomi. kanoka's cheeks were pink from embarrassment. she hesitantly bowed her head at him as an unsaid greeting before shuffling away timidly.

"was that amanai from niiyama just now?" komori curiously asked sakusa as he nods. "she's grown a lot these past few months. i want to see how much she's advanced." sakusa stated.

"ooh, sakusa's interested in a girl? say less!" komori teased his dear cousin.

"i'm leaving."

"keiji, kōtarō, where are you..?" sumire struggled to find the two people dearest to her from fukurodani. in the midst of the busy crowd of powerhouses, sumire was weaving through each student with careful eyes.

sadly, not careful enough since she happened to have bumped into someone.

someone from a certain school she was avoiding.

"and it really just had to be one of the miyans, huh?" sumire mentally facepalmed, having recognized the number on his jersey.

atsumu turned around, and before he could even scold the poor girl, sumire was quick to apologize aplenty. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry! i was trying to look for fukurodani, and i wasn't being careful enough."

"please excuse me..!" sumire muttered sheepishly.

"hold on now," atsumu said, putting sumire's walk away to an abrupt halt. "yer from niiyama, right? i remember watchin' yer team play last year. you were all pretty good!" atsumu dropped an unexpected compliment.

what he said about sumire's team wasn't some kind of fabrication to get under her skin or anything. he was being dead serious. niiyama wasn't given the title "queens" for nothing, y'know?

"o- oh! thank you, miya."

"call me atsumu. can't have ya callin' me by my last name when i have a stupid pig fer a twin." atsumu said.

"wanna say that to my face?" osamu entered himself into the conversation, having heard atsumu's insult.

the twins started to bicker, and as sumire was about to slip away, suna's eyes were watching her with a look that said, "don't go yet. osamu wants to tell you something."

sumire shivered, so against her will, she stayed for a little while longer.

"you were looking fer fukurodani, am i right?" osamu asked, and sumire nodded. osamu pointed at a specific direction ahead. "they're over there somewhere, near some red team named nekomo."

"yer memory is rubbish. they're called nekoma!"

"doesn't matter. i was kinda close."

sumire expressed her gratitude toward osamu, who shook it off, saying it was really nothing. sumire then nodded at suna, who, like osamu, shook it off as well.

before sumire ventured off to find fukurodani, she snuck a small glance at kita, who was busy talking to the fifth strongest ace, aran ojiro.

"ah.. he's so handsome in real life." sumire thought with gleaming eyes and a peachy blush on her face.

once sumire was no longer within earshot, the inarizaki second years were left to ponder over the interaction they just had with niiyama's own second year. "do y'think i can get amanai's autograph from her?" atsumu asked. "man, at least befriend yahagi first before pulling a jerky move like that." suna said, going on his phone to scroll through whatever.

"hm.. yer right." atsumu said.

"hey, hey, hey, sumire! it's been a while, my pupil!" bokuto greets the girl with a warm yet albeit bone-crushing hug. "h- hey, kō!" sumire manages to stutter out from the pressure of bokuto's arms around her.

"your pupil?" akaashi said, "i'm pretty sure that i was the one who taught her how to set our entire junior year together."

"just let me have this moment, 'gaashi." bokuto sulked, still squeezing the life out of the poor libero.

when bokuto finally let the girl go, she made a beeline for akaashi and brought him into a calmer embrace compared to the ace. "keiji, i missed you a ton!"

akaashi planted a hand on top of sumire's head. "have the setting techniques i taught you been of good use?" he asked. sumire nodded, a determined smile on her face. "i've gotten really precise, too. you should watch me and my team play."

"will do. only if you reciprocate, of course."

"mhm!"

time skip.

the opening ceremony finished, and the first batch of games had finally set place. teams who frequently go to nationals are called "seeded teams", they don't have to play the first round and immediately advance to the second.

niiyama is a seeded team, so here sumire and kanoka are, walking around the venue to find themselves a vending machine.

"sumire, what kind of drink does shinju want again?" kanoka asked. sumire looked up from her phone and thought for a bit. "green tea, i'm pretty sure."

while kanoka pressed the buttons needed to obtain the green tea bottle, sumire felt a tap on her shoulder. she turned around and saw suna rintarō, the middle blocker who helped her find fukurodani earlier.

"oh, suna! do you need anything?" sumire asked.

"i looked over your shoulder and saw that you wanted a picture with our captain." suna bluntly stated, and sumire burst aflame at that, not knowing whether to feel embarrassed or what. "h- how—"

"he's nearby if you want one. i'll even help you ask." suna said.

"i—" before sumire could reject his offer, she thought back to hachi's words. with a sigh, sumire excuses herself momentarily from kanoka (who understood) and follows suna.

"why are you helping me, by the way?"

"there's no specific reason why. i just wanted to."

finally reaching kita, suna came to a halt. he looked over at sumire to see if she wanted to ask first, but at the flustered state she was in, there was no way a word would exit her mouth. "cap, this is yahagi. she wants a picture with you." sumire freezed on the spot. so straightforward!

"oh, sure." kita accepted.

"phone." suna commanded. sumire held her phone out and gave it to suna. "i take good angles. by the end of this, you might as well have the photo as your background." he reassured sumire with a thumbs up.

sumire stood cautiously next to kita. unfortunately, suna thought that she wasn't close enough since the space between the two felt awkward. "move a little closer to kita, yahagi." suna said.

sumire did as he said, but there was still something bothering suna. the atmosphere felt.. off. so kita did the unexpected and wrapped an arm around sumire's waist, whose face was now glowing a vibrant shade of red.

"say cheese." suna teased, finally taking the picture.

kita's hand was off the girl's waist, leaving sumire to calm down the rapid beat of her heart.

as sumire fanned her own face down with her two hands, she went and snatched her phone out of suna's slender fingers and ran away from the two inarizaki boys.

"you're welcome." suna cackled, though sumire could no longer hear the boy.

suna then glanced at the captain, whose ears were quite red. "what are your thoughts on my friend, captain? isn't she cute?" he asked, trying to get something, anything, out of kita.

"i.. did that out of the blue." kita said, referring to the part where he had an arm around sumire. "i need to apologize when i can." he massaged the bridge of his nose.

"who knew that kita could be so impulsive." suna thought, amused. "i got a good look at her phone number. if you want, you can text her your apology." suna offered.

kita merely looked at the middle blocker with a disappointed expression on his face. suna shrugged, "fine then, suit yourself."

sumire panted from the run, making it back to kanoka, who was still getting drinks. she sighed, going on her phone to go check the picture.

her eyes sparkled.

she sent the photo to the niiyama group chat and simply waited for their responses.

#haikyū!!#haikyuu oc #oc artwork #haikyuu x oc #my oc art #oc #oc stuff #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #kita fluff #shinsuke kita #haikyuu kita #kita shinsuke #hq kita #[ yahakita (:o◞∠) ]#[ shinmire (:o◞∠) ]

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