Leestwrites

It’s been one month since Kuroo made it clear he didn’t care about you. A month since you’ve been to school. A month since you left your room.

Kenma has stopped by every day since then; to make sure you were eating, drinking water, and showering. Every time he walked in, you had the same, empty, numb expression on your face. It was like someone snatched the happiness and the glow that would blind others. But, the only thing that stayed the same were the endless tears running down your face.

No one knew what to do. Kuroo tried to stop by multiple times; pain seething through his voice as strings of meaningless apologies were flying at you all at once. The visits would end in you throwing a bunch of stuff at him, though.

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You were awoken by the sound of your door being knocked on. You stirred in your bed as you looked at your dim-lit alarm clock.

10:34AM

A quiet sigh left your mouth as you pulled the blanket over your face. “Who is it?” Your voice was muffled by the blanket and the door, but the person on the other side for sure heard, hence the sound of the door creaking open slowly.

“Y/n…”

You froze at the raspy voice that had a slight echo in your empty room. It was Kuroo. You could hear him walking closer to you. Step step step. Until you felt a dip in the corner of your bed, followed by a sigh. “I fell out of love.”

If it was even possible, your heart broke into a million more pieces. Your eyes were stuck open, staring into the darkness of the blanket walls.

He didn’t love you anymore.

It took everything in you to hold in the sob that itched its way up your throat. But you held it down.

“I didn’t–” His voice was beginning to break. You could hear the tears in his dark eyes. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I still liked you a lot, Y/n, but I couldn’t force myself to love you…”

You snapped, pulling the blanket over your face. You hopped out of your bed, so quickly you had a slight dizzy spell, but regained your balance.

“But you forced the relationship to continue even after!? I doubted myself for so long because I thought I wasn’t good enough, I still do! You fucking suck!” Thick tears were coating your face, dripping down your chin and making wet spots on your black, dirty t-shirt. Your chest was heaving with rage, slowing down after a second. You averted your gaze to the floor. Watching the tears soak the carpet below you. “How long was it for…?” Your voice was quiet and sad, growing more quiet at the end of the sentence.

You could see Kuroo’s face lift to look at you out of the corner of your eyes, before going back down.

He hesitated for a second before answering quietly. “Since last May…”

Your legs buckled under you, sending you to the ground. Harsh, long, shaky breaths forced their way out of your throat. Every time you tried to breathe in, it was like your lungs had shrunken.

Kuroo fell to the ground on his knees quickly, putting his hands on your shoulder. “Y/n… Please!”

“No!” You pushed him off, looking into his sad eyes with such anger and rage. “A year! A fucking year! Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t you dare!”

He dropped his hands to his side, he’s never seen you like this. So angry and sad at the same time.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get the fuck out!” You got to your feet, wiping your tears. “Get the fuck out of my house! Now!”

Kuroo got off his knees, walking out of your room without another word. And you never saw him again.

The feeling of disappointment was cramping in your brain. Thick tears clouded your vision as you stood before the two adults that claimed to raise you. Your bottom lip was locked between your teeth, breaking a layer of skin every time you bit down harder, soon drawing the metal-like tasting liquid.

“We pay the bills!” Your mother screamed at you.

The venom in her words was like getting stung by bees in your most painful spots. The woman who used to love you, and care for you, was now screaming at you, telling you all the reasons you should be grateful.

And yet, all you wanted was love from the woman standing before you. If it meant not having a house or food to keep you full or clothes to keep you shielded. If you would finally gain the love you craved, you would trade anything in the world.

Stifled sobs were trapped in your throat, coming out in sharp sniffles. Your whole face was clenching, trying its’ hardest to keep the waterfall of tears from coming out. The yelling, the swearing, it was all too much to handle.

“Are you even listening to your mother!?” That familiar deep voice boomed through the walls, causing you to flinch.

You didn’t even know why you were crying. You weren’t even sad. You were angry. Angry that your mother had chosen this man over her child. But still, every ounce of anger you felt couldn’t be expressed through words.

So you cried. All the tears you were holding in finally came down. They slid down every curve of your face, soaking into the flesh of your neck. “Useless!” Your step-father screamed again, finally pulling you out of your locked-in-mind state.

Your mother didn’t defend you when this stranger, that used to be your father figure, was screaming hateful words to your face, slowly deteriorating your strength. And that was the most hurtful part of this all. The woman who gave birth to you claimed to be your mother and partly raised you was letting a man yell at you.

“Stop yelling at- at me!” You choked out, your breathing becoming shorter and shorter as you held in the suffering sobs.

“You don’t tell me what the fuck to do!” The man that was recently beside your mother was now speeding to you, holding his hand in the air, threatening to swiftly smack you.

A sob of terror escaped your throat as you desperately tried to shield yourself from the waiting sting that was to come from the hand attached to the fuming man.

“Leave this fucking house!”

You didn’t have time to think. Your legs moved faster than your mind could. You were running to the door, tears falling from your eyes as you kept running. You didn’t have shoes or even a jacket, but you knew where you wanted to go.

Your mother shut the front door, watching your fleeing figure turn the short corner. Her frown wasn’t one of sorry, nor was it hurt. It was disappointment. She was disappointed in you.

Everything felt as though it was happening so fast. Your legs were carrying you for so long, never once getting tired. Your bare feet were rubbing against the hard cement, occasionally coming across a sharp rock. They were in throbbing pain, but not once causing you to stop in your tracks. The only question you had in your head was ‘Why? Why am I being treated like this? I’m still a kid…’

Everything was spinning. The street lamps looked as though they were moving in frames. Your head was pounding, and loud sobs escaped your throat, finally finding freedom. Your breathing was short from the constant running and sufferable sobs itching to come out at once.

Your brain finally unfogged, slowly letting you back down to reality as your legs came to an abrupt stop. As soon as you stopped you felt a huge stinging in your left foot. It felt hot but cold at the same time.

“Fuck..!” You hissed in pain, almost crying.

You looked up from your feet, right away knowing the place where your feet had carried you.

The house you were standing in front of had the porch light lit. The bedroom lights were on upstairs, but the ones on the ground floor were shut off.

“Katsuki…” You breathed out, a small smile finding its’ way on your face.

Without thinking, you ran to the door, ringing the doorbell before stepping off the porch and waiting for someone to open the door.

Just thinking about being in Katsuki’s arms brought tears to your eyes. He was the only person in this world who brought you happiness these days. He was always there to make sure you felt loved, and cared for. And he helped you when times were rough.

After waiting the longest 2 minutes of your life, a groggy blonde opened the door, his face held an angry, yet tired expression.

He was about to yell before he was met with your E/C orbs, glistened by tears as the skin under was swollen from the crying.

And after finally knowing he was here for you, your legs felt brill. You ran 40 minutes, and your legs were screaming at you right now.

“Katsuki.” Your eyes clouded with thick tears, blurring the vision as the blonde reached out for you. Your face was drenched from all the tears you lost at home and on your way here. Your feet were aching, almost giving out under your body.

“What are you doing here!?” Katsuki worriedly grabbed your shoulders, analyzing your swollen face a chilled arms. Your skin was cold to the touch, causing Katsuki to take in a sharp breath.

“I can’t do this anymore. I don’t wanna keep going through this…” You let out a suffocated sob, leaning your forehead on his shoulder. Tears were soaking his black t-shirt but that was the least of your worries right now.

“What do you mean!?” Katsuki grabbed your face by your cheeks, watching tears stream down your face, “What’s happening?”

“Just hug me… Please?” You sniffed, quickly flinging your arms around his neck.

Katsuki was very confused but could understand how much you needed the hug right now. Firstly, you never showed up at his house unannounced. And second, never showed up balling your eyes out as you felt as cold as a winter morning.

The sound of the alarm got louder and louder, waking you up from your slumber. Bakugou didn't move an inch, his slumber staying uninterrupted. You looked at your sleeping boyfriend. His eyebrows were relaxed, not furrowed like they usually were. He had a slight smile when he was sleeping. People who didn't know Bakugou would think he's the sweetest person ever from just him sleeping. You smiled at the sleeping blonde, caressing your index and middle finger over his puffy cheeks. He stirred in his sleep, eyebrows unrelaxing. "Goodmorning." You cooed in his ear before kissing his temple. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting from the sunlight beaming on his face. "What time is it?" He grumbled. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close as he closed his eyes again. You laughed, kissing his visible neck flesh. "It's 8AM. We have to go to my nan's to help her with the house and yard." "Tell her to do it herself," He mumbled, shifting from the ticklish kisses you were giving him. You laughed, "She's 75 years old, baby." Bakugou groaned, rolling atop of you, straddling you with his thighs. He leaned down to face you. His messy hair was covering his tired eyes. Before you leaned in to kiss him, he rolled over you. He stood up and tiredly walked to the bathroom, itching his back through his black tank top. You rolled your eyes with a smirk, following him to the bathroom as you both got ready for the long day ahead of you.

....

Something happened to Bakugou as soon as you got there. The way you helped your nan make dinner, clean the leaves off the lawn and wash the dishes just made him want to bend you over that counter and fucking you senseless right there. Even the way you were talking to your nan at the dinner table was driving Bakugou mad. When you both took the dog on a walk, the dog would pull and make You move faster, causing your boobs to go up and down in your tight tank top. He didn't understand why, but he knew he had to get you screaming his name by the end of the night tonight.

....

After finishing up, it was already 10PM. You guys lived an hour away and were so tired from doing chores all day. You decided to have a sleepover. You walked down the stairs, entering the bedroom in the basement. Bakugou was laying on the bed, chest rising with every breath he took. You plopped the pile of clothes you were holding on the bed, causing Bakugou to stare at you. "I took some of my old clothes from high school to wear, and my nan brought out some of my grandpa's old clothes." "I am not wearing a dead man's clothes!" "You're wearing them." Bakugou growled, grabbing the clothes and stripping. He took off his shirt, his juicy abbs in the open. Even though you've already seen his abs, and everything under, it still made your core throb when you saw even a bit of his body. He made eye contact with you, smirking when he saw the light blush that covered your face. "Like what ya see?" You snapped out of it when you heard his voice, turning to face the wall as you pulled off your shirt, leaving you in a bra and tight shorts. Bakugou's eyes trailed down your shoulder blades, past the bra buckle, and down to your ass. He dropped his shirt on the ground, slowly walking up to you and bringing his huge hands to your shoulders. You let your head fall to the side as Bakugou's huge hands massaged the tense muscle on your shoulders. "You looked so hot tonight..." Bakugou whispered in your ear before leaving soft kisses on your neck. You let out a breathy moan when his teeth latched onto your sensitive skin. He abused the flesh, his hands trailing down to your hips. You finally turned around to face him, smashing your lips onto his. He pushed you on the bed. You wrapped your legs around his hips, feeling his hard-on pushing onto your sopping core. "Katsuki...~" You threw your head back, your breathing becoming shorter and shorter. Katsuki's erection grew at the lewd sounds of your whines, grinding his dick onto your clothed pussy. He slipped his hand behind your back, unclipping your bra with a swift move of his fingers. After throwing your bra on the ground, he stared at your plush breasts, biting his lip in anticipation. He plunged down at your nipples, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. You threw your head back, furrowing your eyebrows in pleasure, as little breathy moans left your mouth. Bakugou's other hand travelled down to your panties, his hand waiting for a second as a way to ask for consent. "Touch me..." You breathed out, leaning your head on his shoulder, short and sharp breaths coming from the both of you. Bakugou dug his fingers under your waistband, spreading your lower lips as his thumb located your throbbing clit. You were so wet there were already lewd sounds coming from Katsuki's hands just rubbing your bud. He looked back up at your expression. Your brows were furrowed as your mouth hung open. You were fighting the endless moans that wanted to leave your throat. "Moan for me," Katsuki growled on your ear. As his thumb abused your clit, his kisses started getting lower and rougher. He sucked and bit the skin on your neck, causing your skin to bruise. You let out a loud, short moan. Katsuki's lips met with your core. He gave your sopping pussy small kisses before diving into your clit. He sent a hard, quick lick over the swollen bud, causing your hips to buckle and twist. "Katsuki!~" Your hands gripped onto the blankets, your knuckles turning white. Katsuki's cock throbbed in his boxers, feeling as though it was about to burst. But he still needed to get you loose first before he ruined you like he intended to. He sucked on your clit as his two, thick fingers found their way to the outside of your core. Before you could whine at the friction, he shoved his fingers in, quickly pumping them in and out. Your head jerked up, your mouth wide open as loud whines and moans left your throat. You ground your hips onto his face and fingers, legs shaking. "Please!" You felt the burning sensation forming in your stomach, about to snap. With a couple more pumps of his

You sat him down on the weekend. Just the two of you.

"We need to talk, and set some ground rules before we try and start this.."

He sits and listens the whole time. The occasional "ok" leaving his mouth.

You slowly told him about all your problems. Your past, mental issues, your addiction to self-harm, and your past with attempted suicide.

He listened the whole time, his hand placed atop of yours.

His face held an expression of understanding, more like he heard you, and was gonna be there until the end.

You told him about your constant worrying. About the fact that you'll maybe need constant reassurance, and would easily get jealous but would feel like too much of a burden to tell.

His eyes never once darted to any other place in the room. He was only fixed on you.

When you got emotional, he hugged you.

"No mental illness is gonna stop me from loving you. I'm gonna help you push past this, and we can be happy together. Even if we can't push past, we can work with it. I'll work with it. I'll work with you. 'Cause I love you, Y/n,"

And he stayed true to his words.

When you relapsed, he was there to clean your bandage every 24 hours.

When you were having suicidal thoughts, he comforted you in any way possible.

He always made sure you ate and drank water every 5 hours.

His love never weakened, in fact, it grew.

The more he got to learn about you, and live with you, the more he fell in love with you.

You went to a therapist after he finally convinced you to go, and held your hand the whole time.

He made sure you took your meds every day and hid them just in case.

And he married you later on. Worries and all.

"What's on your arm?" One of your classmates pointed out, drawing others' attention to you and your boyfriend, Tsukishima. You gave them a patient smile, "Nothing," You hid your arms behind your back, nervously fidgeting with your fingers, waiting for the moment to pass by. They scoffed, "Don't wear short sleeves then, idiot."

Tsuksihima was really mad when he first heard this.

Not only because they pointed out your scars, but also because they were being a complete dick about it afterwards.

Without hesitation, Tsukishima grabbed your hands from behind your back, where he was standing, and lightly brushed his fingers over your palm.

"They can wear whatever the hell she wants to wear. And you're not gonna have a problem with that."

The classmate gave Tsukishima a dirty look before laughing with their toxic friend group.

You leaned back into Tsukishima's chest, giving him a silent way of thanking him.

This wasn't the first time anyone has pointed out your scars either, and Tsukishima was prepared to defend you many more times because that's what couples do. Defend each other.

When you were going through so much stress with school and everything, so the team had to watch you break down, screaming, crying, yelling about how you can't handle this anymore.

When Karasuno wins their last game together, and they're saying their goodbyes. Hugging each other, some crying, and some just silent.

6 years after everyone graduated, Noya got cancer in his chest, spreading to his brain, leaving him at death's door. The team reunites to say goodbye for the final time before they let Noya go.

When the team has to listen to coach Ukai sadly telling them that their manager of 3 years, committed suicide after battling with depression for many many months. (you, not Kiyoko)

When Tsukishima walked home only to find his mom crying at the table, sobbing even. He asks what's wrong. His heart drops as his mother chokes out how his brother was in an accident, and he didn't make it.

When Yamaguchi could feel Tsukishima slowly drifting away from him. Ignoring him, not texting or calling, and changing seats in class so they don't have to sit together.

When You finally open up to your boyfriend, Hinata, about your self-harm addiction, and he just sits there, wondering how he let you get like this, and if it was his fault.

When the 3rd years finally realize they'll never get to play a game with their team ever again.

When Asahi loses a match, having a breakdown and breaking everything in sight while screaming. The team just has to watch as their strongest ace finally loses it.

When Kageyama had to get used to not playing with Hinata anymore. Coming to the reality that he would never get to give his buddy his crazy sets.

You and your boyfriend, Bokuto, were watching the 2nd cinderella movie. Your legs tangled, stuffed animals falling off your bed, and old chip bags scattered on the side table.

It was your 3-month mark since you've been dating and all Bokuto wanted to do was binge all the cinderella movies until you either finished them or fell asleep.

Your arms were wrapped around Bokuto's chest, pulling him closer every time you got cold.

"Jesus," Bokuto shivered, "My hands are so cold..!" He rubbed his lanky hands together, blowing hot air into them.

You laughed, grabbing his hands and kissing them. Bokuto was about to ask what you were doing until he felt his hands placed between the flesh of your thighs, soon closing your other leg on them.

His hands were now fully engulfed in your thighs, warmed by the plush flesh.

"There," You patted his chest, "Nice and warm."

You laid your head back down on his body, focusing on the movie once again.

Bokuto was so surprised at how warm your thighs were. His hands were instantly warm, but that wasn't the only thing on his mind right now.

While you were staring at the movie, laughing at the dumb jokes some of the mice made; Bokuto was staring at his hands which were squished in between your plump thighs.

But also at how close his hands were to your heat. He could basically move an inch and his finger would trace over your thin shorts.

Suddenly his mind wondered to some rather... dirty thoughts. He was wondering how you would react if his hands slid up and touched you. Also wondering what way you like to be touched, or if you even liked being touched.

He suddenly felt his boxers growing, his eyes darting down to the medium-sized tent growing in his pants. He cleared his throat, trying to stop the throbbing in his lower regions.

"Are you ok..?" You looked up at him with concern building up in your chest. His whole body was tense and his chest was shaky when lowering and rising.

He was about to say yes but he just couldn't stop staring at your lips. They look so shiny from the recent layer of lip balm you had put on before the movie.

"Can I kiss you?" He stared back up at your eyes, watching your face contort to surprise but a smile soon after.

"Of course," You replied, moving your gaze back down to his lips before he started moving in.

His lips pounced onto you with such force, surprising yet intriguing you.

He took one hand out of your thighs so he would prop himself on top of you, leaving the other one very close to your heat.

You were surprised when he flipped you on your back, his one hand in your thighs as his other was placed beside your head.

Your tongues wrestled, him soon pulling away as his eyes trailed down to your thighs, which were still gripping onto one of his hands.

He looked back up at you, silently asking if he could move his hand.

With a swift and short nod, he moved one finger up to graze your clothes pussy.

You sucked in a breath, squirming once before you opened your legs to give him more room.

"Can I..?" He moved his warm hand under your sweatshirt, slipping one finger under the waistband of your grey shorts.

"Yes..." You breathed out, a pit dropping to your core.

A smile spread across Bokuto's face as he saw your lips slightly part, letting out breathy pants as his finger got closer to your bare folds.

His fingers dipped under your panties, fully in your pants. You sucked in your stomach in anticipation.

Bokuto kissed you once again, moving his mouth to leave heavy kisses on your jawline.

You let out a breathy moan, fluttering your eyes shut. His finger spread your folds, grazing his middle finger over your clit.

"Ah..!~" You sucked in a sharp breath, slightly throwing your head back at the sudden contact.

He started putting pressure on the bud, moving in slow circles as his mouth left soft hickeys on your soft neck.

As his motions got faster he quickly switches his middle finger so his thumb was now pressing your clit. He used his free finger to rub circled on your dripping core.

"Bokuto..~" You fully threw your head back, "Please.."

Without warning he slipped in his middle finger, curling into your spongy insides.

"AH!~" Your chest rose, heavy breaths and moans leaving your mouth.

Bokuto left contact with your neck, watching your face contort from the unfamiliar feeling of pleasure you were receiving.

"What do you want?" He whispered into your ear, rubbing and putting more pressure on your clit, sending you almost over the edge.

"More~ Please..!~" You rolled your hips onto his fingers, your legs slightly trembling.

Bokuto let out a low chuckle. His body shifted your body so your bottom half was facing the end of the bed, as he got onto the floor and pulled you close to his face.

"Can I take these off?" He looked at your half-lidded eyes, pulling the waistband of your soaked shorts.

"Please.." You breathed out.

With a swift motion, he pulled your shorts and panties off, exposing your dripping cunt.

Without hesitation, he slid in two fingers as his other hand spread your folds for a good view at your core.

"Bokuto!~" You bucked your hips on his hands, throwing your head back in the blankets.

Bokuto smirked curling and spreading his fingers in your body. Your moans turned into screams, squirming under his hands as you were running towards your first ever orgasm.

"Bokuto!" With one more roll of your hips, you finally reached the edge, the knot on your stomach snapping as your legs shook slightly.

He watched as your tight, virgin pussy gripped onto his fingers. His cock was almost throbbing at this point, but he knew he wanted to savour you for the next time.

Without giving you a second to ride off your high, he pulled you close by your thighs, bringing his face closer to your sopping wet core.

He hummed with satisfaction, bringing his tongue close to your swollen clit. He pressed on the red bud, flicking skillfully.

"AH!~" Your chest was now rising and lowering with such force of your sharp breaths.

The undeniable pleasure you were feeling right now was leaving you on cloud 9. Your high-pitched moans fed into his ego, giving harder and longer licks.

Without thinking, your trembling hands gripped into his locks, pushing and grinding onto his face. His head was wrapped in between your thighs as he ate you out with all his might.

He was in heaven right now, so were you.

Right before the knot was about to come undone in your core, Bokuto brought his fingers to play with your hardened nipples, massaging the other breast.

"BOKUTO~ I'm gonna~" You threw your head back, non-stop moaning and screaming coming from your throat.

With the last lick of his mouth and a twist of his fingers, you reached your high.

Bokuto unlatched his face from your pussy, staring up at your quaking figure with his glossy chin from your slick juices.

Your eyes were screwed shut, eyebrows knitted together, and mouth slightly open; still letting out breathy moans.