️ Synopsis: Y/N grew up with Iwaizumi and Oikawa. You were inseparable through middle school and high school, until Oikawa’s love life started to have increasingly negative repercussions for you. After an unexpected incident forces you out of Aoba Johsai and into Tokyo’s Nekoma your bonds are tested. Will your friendship with the duo be able to survive?
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Your first semester of college has finally drawn to a close. You’re exhausted from the stress of finals and ready for a solid vacation. During one of your brief lunch conversations you mentioned to Kuroo about going somewhere together during the break, but after learning that he picked up a part-time job and would be working you opted to stay in Tokyo and just enjoy the moments he could spare.
You have never really classified yourself as a clingy person. You love having your own space and thrive in the silence that came with it. You especially love being able to just sit in the same room with your boyfriend, each of you doing your own thing. You also love the physical contact that being in the same space allows. You can easily curl up against his chest while he studies.
Those moments had grown exceedingly rare over the past two months. Kuroo having a large course load of group projects, and you having joined a study group. Now that summer has arrived you can’t contain your excitement- you can finally fall back into the pattern of regular sleep overs and cute dates.
The first day of summer break is the first day the two of you will get to see each other. Bokuto’s team is holding a party to celebrate their season, and the two of you will both be there. Kuroo has work at his part-time job beforehand, so you plan to meet him there.
You decide to spend your day with Akaashi, taking the time to go shopping and buy a new outfit for the evening. You know it’s just a regular house party, so you opt for something casual but formfitting- very intent on attempting to convince your boyfriend to call it a night early so that you can finally have him to yourself for a while.
Akaashi had met most of Bokuto’s teammates already and gave you the basic rundown of who was who while you were getting ready. There were a few peculiar gems among the team which had you laughing. You knew Bokuto had found the place he truly belonged just based on your cousins descriptions.
The music was already loud, a steady thump of base emanating through the front door, as you climb out of the cab you’d taken. The party isn’t as packed as you imagined it would be, but you’re grateful as this makes it easier for you to seek out the tall bed head you are longing for. Searching through the crowd, you follow Akaashi into a living room.
“HEY HEY HEY THERE’S MY FAVORITE PEOPLE!” Bokuto’s voice booms above the music. You turn to him, beaming, as he swings you into a quick hug before clinging to his boyfriend. “C’mon YN! You gotta meet the team!” Bokuto ushers you forward through the crowd to the kitchen where most of his teammates linger.
“Now ya decide to come crawlin’ back huh?”
You stop, eyes closed and face pulled in annoyance at the unexpected but familiar voice. An arm wraps around your shoulder. Opening your eyes you peek to the side to see none other than Atsumu Miya, one of the twins you had temporarily befriended in Hyogo during the summer of your second year of high school.
You brush his arm off, rolling your eyes at him. “As if you ever had a chance with me to begin with Atsumu” you taunt.
“Don’t deny it doll, you couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout me. I can still dick ya down if ya beg for it.” He makes no attempts at keeping his voice low, his comment drawing the immediate attention of everyone in the room.
You can feel your blood beginning to boil. Back when you stayed in Hyogo he and his twin brother Osamu were your only friends. Sure they were both equally annoying, and they never stopped picking stupid fights with each other, but they made your stay fun.
Atsumu has always had a way of pressing your buttons just right to rile you up, and you know that he’s only saying this to get a reaction out of you. Logically, you know you should brush him off and step away from the scene. Instead, you lean forward, taking his bait. “I’ve already kicked your ass once in this lifetime piss head, and I will gladly do it again.” Atsumu smirks, and you would love nothing more than to knock the look right off of his face, but you’re saved when a hand comes down on his shoulder.
“Stop pickin’ fights with people stronger than ya, shithead. ’m not taking care of yer dumbass when YN beats ya up again.”
You can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips as you lean away. The smirk disappears from Atsumu’s face as he shrugs his brother’s hand off.
“Just havin’ some fun ya bastard” he grumbles, walking away.
You turn to study Osamu, his face bank as he looks back at you. “If it isn’t my favorite Miya twin!” You’re grinning as you turn back to where Bokuto and Akaashi are standing.
Bokuto’s eyes are wide, a look of light concern on his face. “How do you know TsumTsum YN?” he asks.
“TsumTsum?” you copy, letting out a loud giggle.
“Shut yer whore mouth YN” Atsumu shouts from across the room.
“I went to visit my grandparents in Hyogo the summer of my second year of high school. My mom was supposed to be there with me, but left after one day for work stuff. Those two idiots were my neighbors for the summer. Naturally I was dragged into their antics.” Atsumu has made his way back to the group now, an extra drink in his hand. He offers it to you. You eye it warily, watching as he rolls his eyes and takes a sip before pushing it into your hand. “Thanks TsumTsum.”
“So Bo, you gonna introduce me to the important members of your team or is it just this neanderthal and his reasonable twin?”
“‘Samu ain’t on the team doll, and if ya want the most important team member yer lookin’ at him.” Atsumu says.
You’re slightly surprised to hear that Osamu had given up volleyball. “So if you left volleyball does that mean your opening your own restaurant finally ‘Samu?”
The corner of his lips turns into a brief smile as he answers you. “Surprised ya remember that YN, but yeah. That’s the goal anyways, gettin’ a business degree to help with the process.”
You nod in understanding, opening a restaurant successfully couldn’t be a simple or easy task. “Let me know when you finally open it up and I’ll stop in to support you.”
Bokuto draws your attention away from the twins quickly introducing you to everyone else on his team. In the corner, away from everyone else, is the most intriguing of the teammates Akaashi had mentioned. As you approach with Bokuto, you watch his face twist in displeasure. You stop a few feet away from him as Bokuto gets distracted by someone else’s arrival in the room.
“You must be Sakusa?” He eyes you warily, eliciting a small laugh from you “Don’t worry, I have no intention to get any closer than I already am. Akaashi told me that you value your personal space, and I respect that. Although I’m not quite sure how you manage being on a team with Bo. That boy has no understanding of the concept of personal space, never has.”
His face relaxes a bit as he listens to you. You can tell by his posture he is still very guarded, but he answers your question, willing to converse with you from a distance. “It was horrid the first week or two after joining the team. I don’t think I have ever showered so many times in a day as I did then. He has gotten a lot better though. Mostly because I sprayed him with a can of Lysol once or twice.”
You chuckle at the image your mind conjures of the germaphobe spraying Bokuto with Lysol. “If it worked that’s all that matter right?”
He nods in agreement. “You are not what I expected… I don’t know your name actually.”
“Oh, I apologize. Poor form not introducing myself before starting a conversation. I am LN YN. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
You are enjoying your conversation with Sakusa when you feel an arm wrap around your waist. “It’s a party YN, ya can’t just stand in the corner talkin’ to Omi the whole time!”
You step forward, unintentionally encroaching on Sakusa’s personal space as to turn to face Atsumu again. “Put your hand on my waist again and I’ll break your fingers ‘Tsumu.” His eyes go wide, but before he can respond you see a familiar mop of dark bed head wander into the room. You offer a quick goodbye to Sakusa. “If you are ever in town and in the mood for peaceful company feel free to get my number off of Bokuto. I couldn’t imagine being surrounded by these obnoxious children all day every day.” He nods, as you walk away.
You find Kuroo on the other side of the kitchen, leaning against the counter talking to a short brunette. She touches his forearm as she laughs at whatever he said, and you feel your aura shift angrily. You approach the two of them, clearing your throat when you are close enough for them to hear. The girl looks at you, and shakily takes her leave. You’re used to the way some people react to you. You’ve been dealing with accidentally making younger, easily intimidated people cry with just your natural presence.
“You aren’t really a scary person,” you remember Oikawa and Iwaizumi trying to explain to you, “it’s just the way your face is unreadable. No one knows what you’re thinking and that paired with the confidence you expel can come off as really intimidating.” “You’re fine the way you are YN-Chan! Iwa-Chan has a naturally scary face too!” Oikawa has added earning himself a disgruntled smack to the back of his head from Iwaizumi.
You smile at Kuroo, moving to slide your arms around him. “That was petty YN” he huffs. You freeze, staring at him with a dumbfounded expression. You have barely seen in each other in weeks, barely even spoken outside of the short text messages you exchange, and the first thing he says to you is that you’re being petty for not wanting some random girl to flirt with him. You come back to your senses, choosing to brush the comment off in favor of not spending your evening arguing, but are interrupted as Bokuto appears.
“Kubroooo!!! Let’s go show these fools who the real pong champions are!” He shouts loudly as he drags your boyfriend away. You stand in the kitchen, staring after the duo. A pit is forming in the bottom of your stomach and you can’t quite shake the feeling that something is wrong. You shake the feeling away, burying it as best you can, before venturing after them.
They win several rounds of the game before finally giving up to do other things. You take advantage of the opportunity to sneak your arms around Kuroo from behind. You tense at the unfamiliar huff he lets out. “Why are you suddenly so clingy tonight YN?” He asks, the annoyance in his voice pulling that pit back to the front of your mind.
You pull away instinctively, feeling the familiar sting of tears as they make their way into your eyes. “I’m just excited to be able to spend some time with you Tetsu. I’ve missed you.” Your voice is shakier than you wished for it to be.
Kuroo turns to look at you, an unfamiliar look in his eyes. “And I’m just trying to have a good time at a party with my friends, not have you stuck to me like a koala.”
You can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips. You bite your cheek, nodding slowly. “Okay” is all you say, turning and walking away.
You find Akaashi, locked deep in a kiss with Bokuto, but you quickly interrupt. He promises to make sure Kuroo doesn’t do anything too stupid. You make your way to the front door of the house, stepping outside to call for a taxi. A car pulls up to the front of the curb, the window rolling down to reveal Sakusa. “If you are leaving I can give you a ride back into town” he says. You nod, making your way over.
He hands you a bottle of hand sanitizer when you enter, and you breathe out a small laugh before using it. He eyes you cautiously. He can easily see the difference in your demeanor between now and when you first met this evening. He chooses not to prod, not willing to involve himself in your business. You enjoy the ride to your apartment building in silence, offering a quick thank you before he drives away.
You’re back in your apartment, a hot shower doing nothing to calm the emotional hurricane you are experiencing. You lay on your bed, finally letting the tears from the evening wash over you. You aren’t sure when you fell asleep, you only remember waking in the early hours of the morning. You check your phone, a few missed notifications awaiting you. You open the messages from Kuroo, phone falling to the bed as you read them.
from elle ! this one’s dedicated to the amazing @spiritingawaytoanime bc I saw your tags on the iwa one to do a kuroo one and my brain went brrrr >_< thank you so much for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated, they help a ton <3
you blink slowly as you let the words fully sink in, wondering if all the painkillers were starting to make you a little woozy. last time you checked, you aren’t married and your love life is as exciting as the blank white wall that currently stared back at you. the nurse nods and offers a small smile before exiting the room, leaving you completely and utterly confused.
looking down at your left arm, now encased in a cast, you wince as memories of the past couple of hours come flooding back to your memory. the bright hospital lights allow for a headache to creep into your temples, and you close your eyes from some sort of reprieve.
the peace doesn’t last for too long as the sound of hurried footsteps grow louder and louder until you hear someone bolt through the door.
“yn! are you okay?”
“is that my alleged husband?” you keep your eyes closed, not needing to look towards the door to know that kuroo is the one standing there.
“hey! you’re the one who set me as an emergency contact.” he chuckles, shaking his head and sitting by your hospital bed. “they only allow family members for visits so i had to improvise.”
“but did you have to be my husband?” you groan, finally opening your eyes only to be greeted by the sight of worry plastered on his features, “wipe that look off your face. i’m fine.”
he ignores your statement and rests a hand on yours, “what happened?”
“i slipped and fell wrong, it’s not that-” you attempt to fight off a yawn but fail, exhaustion slowly seeping through your veins, “deep.”
“go rest, yn. i’ll still be here when you wake up.” kuroo manages to keep his voice both gentle and teasing, an emotion you can’t quite place flashing in his eyes. is it admiration? concern? longing?
regardless, you’re too tired to figure out, “you don’t have to stay.”
“what kind of husband would i be if i didn’t?”
“shut up, i hate you.”
kuroo smiles, watching the way your eyelids flutter shut. he waits until he’s sure you’re asleep, taking in the steady rise and fall of your chest and the barely visible smile on your lips, before replying. “but i love you.”
from elle ! ngl, ive never broken my arm so idk how accurate this is but I just got brainrot about the whole ‘only fam can visit’ rule that hospitals have and I know kuroo would just straight up say you’re married </3
remind yourself to thank the heavens for rainy weather later on. sure, a week’s worth of laundry and muddied rubber shoes await your attention, but how could you? how could you manage to peel yourself away from where the bed dipped to adapt to your sleeping position, wriggle out of the blanket that had begun to absorb your warmth, and now shielded you from the cold?
the skies weep on your behalf. another body laying flush against your back, cupping you perfectly in the curve of their chest.
broken snores and limp hands are wrapped around your waist — a signal that they are still fast asleep, earning you free reign to turn and litter their face with kisses, smiling after each one.
it was quite funny, if you were being honest. the other’s face smooshed into one side where the pillow dipped and crinkled with a small pool of drool. their face was absent of any wrinkle indicating stress and it makes your heart swell. to be able to behold their state of vulnerability and calm.
it was moments like these that made you question whether or not you were even truly human. mortal. flesh and blood. you could’ve sworn you were fully engulfed by this lightness of being; all your humanly weight stripped off by the moment. skin and blood cowering away from you with each kiss and touch.
you lay on your back to look at the ceiling while rain play their song around you, drumming in disorganized harmony over surfaces. the curtain gently flaps to accomodate the chilly breeze, and birds rush past in search for shelter.
yes. you are in fact here. in the moment. in the flesh.
something shifts beside you.
their eyes meet yours, still droopy and puffy from sleep. you offer them a small smile while they slowly blink in the morning light and mouth you a ‘good morning’.
you playfully wrinkle your nose to complain about morning bad breath, earning a groan and even more stirring from the other figure. each giggle and hum sheds sleep away from the both of you.
it was moments like these where you hug them a little tighter, kiss them a little deeper, and hold them a little closer. you fear anything less than that will reduce either of you to a barely-present spectre.
you want to feel the rough pads of their fingers caress every surface of you skin, you want to savor the way chapped morning lips press itself against your shoulder, or how you both fit perfectly into each other in all aspects.
everything is sealed in them pulling you back flush into their skin, your hands curled into little fists in the smallest of spaces between you two. chapped lips press themselves on your forehead. familiar breaths tickle your hair. you can almost feel their steady heartbeats where your forehead rested against their chest.
hands find their way through the sheets to trace patterns on the expanse of your skin that by now, you swear ghosts of mandala designs litter your back. under your breath, you hum a thank you to the grey skies — for the moment, for your lover’s gentle heaving chest, and for being flesh and blood.
notes: i was scrolling through my notes app and found this little thing. i thought it’d be a waste to assign a specific character so i left it open, but you can look at the tags for some character suggestions too. take care!!
>> all words by aero 2021. please do not plagiarize.
I may have zero (0) requests but that won’t stop me from cursing you with my first dumpster fire HA! YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SAFE! SIKE!!!
Akaashi
HE BBY!
He also my header cause he da best!
Legit has no clue what’s going on for the first week or two.
Like what is this fuzzy feeling in his chest?!
The flutter in his steps whenever you glance at him?!
Those damn butterflies when you watch him at practice?????
He’s like ?????
Eventually our dumb dumb captain Bokuto points out how he gets all red when you talk to him for over two minutes.
And how he always knows when you are absent.
And how he knows your favorite snacks.
Just snitches on him to the whole team bc he started analyzing their setters crush symptoms in the lockers.
Team teasing after that lol.
Since now he knows that he has a crush he’ll… not change anything and will try to win you over with his masculine appearance alone.
He believes that you fall in love with the person that shows their true selves to you and his all down for that shit.
He’ll bring you snacks and even go out of his way to find your favorites.
Helps you carry your backpack and will have endless facetime calls with you.
Invites you to every single one of his games.
His ultimate move is when he gives you his jersey and asks you to wear it.
He earns a kiss for that.
And after their win he asks you out.
Wholesome boy
Kuroo
HA!
He’s going to be a freaking smug shit when he realizes he has a crush.
He’ll show off during practice, games, in class, everywhere and anywhere he can.
Kenma will roll his eyes at his antics saying that he won’t be able to swoon you.
No one likes a smug boyfriend tbh.
So he tones it down, like a lot!!
He’s so sweet though.
Brings you food and water whenever he can and helps you with homework even if you don’t really need it.
He asks for tutoring here and there just to spend time with you.
WILL GIVE YOU HIS CLOTHES.
It’s like he’s marking his territory.
Lev would flirt with you just to piss his captain off and oh sweet baby Jesus he’s in for it when you leave.
Forces Lev to run like 5 extra laps for his flirty comments.
Kuroo might look confident in game but he’s a blushing mess when it comes to his emotions towards you.
Sooo it’ll take some time until he asks you out.
He’ll ask for a date if he wins the game, as a reward.
You of course agree and give him a peck on the cheek ‘cause it’ll be a bummer if he lost.
He wins so freaking fast.
A 30 minute game just to go on a date.
Dumb rooster.
Kenma
Best boi ™
He knows the exact MOMENT that he developed a crush on you.
Call it gamer senses if you want.
He doesn’t change his attitude or mannerisms though.
Just because he has I crush on you and might have imagined marrying you someday and how your kids would look , he doesn’t have to treat you differently. Right?
WRONG!
Kuroos’ teasing alone makes it difficult for him to NOT treat you differently.
He’s blushy boi when you talk to him.
And if you ask to watch him game?
Are you sure you are true?
And not an illusion?
His favorite person in the whole school along side Kuroo.
Although Kuroo makes it hard some times.
He doesn’t do jealous, too much energy but might become kinda sorta feral if Lev flirts with you.
Gives him the glare for the rest of practice.
You might have to make the first move.
Like personally wishing him good luck before a game.
After that he will ask you if you want to come over to his house and play some games.
Hi, I’m Alice and this is my dumpster of a blog *as if you couldn’t tell from the title. I love Haikyuu and it shows, that is why I’ve decided to begin this blog and write for my favorite volleyball boys and girls. My requests are open so feel free to send stuff in!!
a/n: welcome to chapter 2!! i finally added a taglist so feel free to join! the link is on the masterlist or my page :) please enjoy the chapter and thank you so so much for reading!!<3
The morning commute was the same as always. The subway you took to work was about a 15 minute ride, plenty of time to be able to sit back and listen to a few songs, clearing your head before you start your day.
The lobby was as busy as ever with people flying in all different directions, trying to get a good start on their day. You make a beeline to the coffee shop. The line wasn’t too bad and you were really craving caffeine this morning.
Kuroo had called you at 8pm last night, letting you know that he forgot to pick up his dry-cleaning, which you had asked him about 3 different times during the day if he needed you to grab it before you left. He had said he would handle it and yet, here you were, outside the entrance doors to his penthouse.
and you were sure he’d noticed. he’s not stupid, after all. he’s the smartest person you know. maybe not the most intuitive—because that would be kenma—but he was the most intelligent. he’s probably picked up on it already. whenever he tries to talk to you, you give him a nonchalant or an uninterested response. you avoid him in the hallways. and you don’t wait for him after your club so you can walk home together. you’ve stopped interacting with him outside of school entirely.
oh yeah, he’s definitely noticed. currently, you’re sitting next to him in geography. the teacher’s blabbering about some sort of religious impact on economy and agriculture. you couldn’t care less. this was an elective, anyway. all you had to do was get more than seventy-percent in the final exam and your report card wouldn’t even have a dent.
“oi, chibi,” kuroo nudges you in the slightest way. you roll your eyes, pretending to read the textbook, “you know, you’re five pages behind, right?”
your cheeks heat up almost instantaneously. you flip the pages, and scribble something on your notebook as you continue paying “attention”. the volleyball captain only snickers next to you, “who are you fooling, chibi? you’re not listening to the class at all.”
“maybe if you’d shut your trap, i could focus better,” you grit your teeth. he laughs breathily, hiding it with his palm so the teacher doesn’t see, “tell me, chibi-”
“that is not my name. and stop talking, please. this is important for the exam.”
he shuts up after that. you feel bad, but you only tell yourself it’s better for the long run. if you were being truthful to yourself, it was hurting you just as much as it hurt him. you were kind of, sort of in love with him, after all. avoiding him was your first thought when you came to the conclusion. you’ve been doing so for weeks.
the day passes smoothly. and you being you, leave the school grounds as soon as your club finished its course for today. you check your wristwatch as you’re leaving the library—the volleyball team doesn’t dismiss for another half hour. you still have time.
“hello there, chibi.”
well, shit.
you stop in your tracks, turning to see kuroo tetsurō standing there by the gate of the school. you’re definitely taken aback. why is he not in the gymnasium? what about practice?
“i think you forgot that i’m the captain of the team,” he smugly says, walking towards you, “i can cancel practice whenever i want if i have a reasonable excuse.”
“you’re a shit captain, then,” you scoff, beginning to walk away. he follows you though, catching up to you as he exclaims, “oh come on, what did i do wrong?”
“what?” you ask, “you didn’t do anything.”
“then why are you ignoring me?” he questions, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. you halt too, looking up at him as you wrack your brain for some sort of excuse, “for the past month, you haven’t even spoken to me properly. we stopped hanging out after school entirely because one day, you decided to up and leave my life.”
“i was busy,” you meekly mumble, “sorry.”
“bullshit,” he laughs dryly, “do you really think i can’t tell when people are mad at me?”
you sigh in a defeated tone, “i’m not… mad at you.”
“of course you deny it,” he rolls his eyes, “you know what, screw it. be that way. i’m sorry i bothered you.”
he turns to walk away. you can’t really blame him. he’s been there whenever you needed him since middle school, and you quite literally just dropped him when you realized you were in love with him. it wasn’t his fault—he always overreacted like this or blamed himself for things that weren’t even his fault. you’d seen it happen firsthand. whenever kenma got sick, kuroo would end up blaming himself. he would say he isn’t a good friend, and would go over to kenma’s place to take care of him. it was sort of adorable to you, but also bittersweet. you bite your lip as you see his retreating figure. he’s getting farther and farther away, and you can only imagine what must be going through his head.
you let out a deep breath before running after him.
“tetsurō!” you yell. he stops walking immediately, slightly turning his head. his eyes widen when he sees you running at him in full speed, and you stop when you’re inches away from him. you pant, hands on your thighs as you try to regain your normal breath.
“i’m sorry,” you let out an exasperated sigh, “i’m sorry, okay? something happened and i got a little insecure and i avoided you because i didn’t want to share it with you. you would’ve found out eventually because you can read me like a book, and i didn’t want that to happen.”
“you avoided me because you didn’t want me to find out what’s going on in your life?” he mumbles, trying to make sense of what you said, “do you realize how dumb that sounds?”
you blush, “yes, i know how dumb that sounds.”
“are you sure you’re not mad at me? did i do something stupid or say something hurtful?” he asks. you shake your head.
he nods. an awkward sort of tension fills up the area surrounding the two of you, and he asks, “can you tell me why you were avoiding me now? i-is that why you’re talking to me again?”
“uh,” you pause, “i-i don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“i won’t push it, don’t worry,” he says, ruffling your hair. you groan, pushing his hand off as he laughs. there’s a sort of bitter feeling snipping away at your chest when you look at his face. he hides himself, though, turning away as he begins to walk again. your voice gets stuck in your throat, but you start walking too.
you’d tell him one day. you just weren’t ready yet.
Warnings: technically childhood friends to lovers, forbidden lovers, it seems angsty but there’s a happy ending. (cause ya girl can’t do angst)
Authors Note: hi hi! This is very different from what I normally post! But honestly I really enjoyed doing it! And I think it came out pretty okay also I had to mention bokuto cause I can’t have kuroo without Bo hehe <33 this piece is for @introlovesonce upon a time collab!Thank you so much for hosting lovely!
although this piece is SFW, minors you’re not welcome here :):)
The princess that Kuroo was betrothed to wasn’t all that bad.
She had a pretty face, although Kuroo believed she’d be a little prettier if she wasn’t scowling all the time. She tended to only smile when the two of them made public appearances around the kingdom, eyes alight for commoners waving at them on the horse and buggy only to dim as soon as they entered the castle gates. He never understood why she looked at her compact mirror so much, doing it so much she almost forgot he was present sometimes, only coming to acknowledge him with a little nod when she snapped the golden compact shut. He really tried to get to know her better, all the jokes he seemed to tell only made her look more bewildered, brows furrowing up before she’d speak. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.”
your mother has always told you to be wary of the woods. girls get lost in there, only to wind up dead, their bodies and faces twisted in pleasure and agony. you’ve followed that rule diligently your entire life—only to find that belief shaken when a beautiful demon appears on your doorstep in need of your help.
pairing: demon!tetsurou kuroo x fem!reader, 8.4k, nsfw/dc so minors begone
warnings: monsterfucking, biting, slight blood play, tailfucking, multiple orgasms, pussy slaps, male masturbation, breeding kink, creampie, baby degradation (no namecalling), reader is a virgin but it’s not central to the plot
notes: a sister piece to the osamu fic deliverance. part of asellus’ 2022 follower’s event. requested, betaed, and nearly brought to life thanks to @anime-nymph <3 <3 i actually really love this fic so i hope you do too
The woods are a dangerous place.
It’s what you’ve heard your entire life, what you’ve grown up dreading every time night falls. Demons lurk in those woods, luring innocent women into their clutches to bewitch them and feast on their bodies and souls. It’s not safe for people like you, who lives on the edge of the forest, the most susceptible to fall for the demon’s wicked tricks. You don’t remember when your mother started boarding the windows, but it continued for decades: every night, she would tell you the horrors of the forest, of the girls lost to sin incarnate, of their bloody and deceased bodies found as soon as the sun peaked above the horizon.
“Don’t you look them in the eyes,” your mother would practically chant as she fixed the thick plank over the windows so no one could come in or out until sunrise. “You will be gone the moment you do.”
You had seen the evidence for yourself so you knew it to be true. Aki, Haruka, Rumi. Girls you knew from around town, girls you had seen at church, girls you considered acquaintances. It didn’t matter who it was—their bodies would appear on the edge of the forest, limbs twisted in pain while their faces were twisted in pleasure. The demon hunters tried their best, but the bodies remained and you knew it was only a matter of time before you were taken next. Your house was on the edge of the forest after all, a cozy little cottage that you lived in with your single mother after your father left early in her pregnancy.
She passed away just after you came of age, leaving you to take up a job as a seamstress to keep afloat. Every night you walked home after dark, hurrying into your cottage so you could keep the same routine: shutting the door, boarding the windows, and saying a prayer to keep you safe until dawn. It was the same for years, a routine you never once deviated from so that you could uphold your last promise to your mother. To live.
Kuroo carries a portrait of you, and a Polaroid picture of the both of you together around in his wallet. He breaks it out whenever he gets the chance, and often uses it to show off during business meetings. Every intern that works at his company has been shown your picture by Kuroo during orientation.
Tsukishima has your initials engraved into his sports glasses so that you’re close to him during every game. He has them engraved on every single pair that he owns.
Atsumu won’t stop talking about you during every single one of his interviews. He always finds a way to bring the topic back to you. “What are some important rituals you perform before every game, Miya-san?” “Eat a good meal, do my stretches, and get a kiss from y/n!”
Ushijima makes sure to only accept sponsors from all of your favorite brands so that he can get you free merchandise. Don’t even bother asking him why he’s in a commercial for Potato Chips when he doesn’t look like he’s touched a bag in his life. It’s because they offered to give you limited edition flavors.
Iwaizumi loved letting you borrow his clothes, bc when you returned them, they always smelled of your perfume. Iwaizumi doesn’t admit that he sends hours inhaling your scent, avoiding washing his clothes so he could be surrounded by you. But when you stopped giving his clothes back (sigh), iwaizumi resorts to keeping a bottle of your perfume in his room, and sprays it whenever he misses you
Sakusa moved in with you after one week of dating. He literally showed up once, and then never left. He’s there when you wake up, and he’s there when you go to sleep. You haven’t spent one single night apart since making it official. Sakusa tried going on a boys trip once and literally called you to pick him up from the train station just four hours in. He’s not going anywhere.
Kageyama brings items of your clothing with him to away games. Whichever he can get his hands on — a shirt, shorts, a sweater, whatever. You nearly had a heard attack when you were helping him unpack and you found underwear. It took you a few seconds to realize it was yours.
Suna got your name tattooed on him. He may have been drunk, and it may have been on a dare, but he displays this tattoo proudly. He hates when people ask “well, what if you guys break up?” as if Suna would be dumb enough to ever let that happen.
chapter fourteen ; OMG CAUSE SHES IN LOVE WITH YOU
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
your fingers danced on the keys of your laptop, attempting to email your landlord about allowing you to be freed from the lease. leaning into your palm, with your eyes burning on the bright screen made you frown against your skin.
sadly, it wasn’t even misa pushing you into this— it was kuroo.
stretching your arms above your head, a bang of multiple knocks was at your bedroom door making you flinch at the noise. you lowered your arms as you slowly made out from your bed towards the door, receiving more knocks on the other end.
“ [lastname], open the fucking door. “
your eyes enlarged at how violent and cold kuroo sounded, you reluctantly unlocked your door to meet with a fuming kuroo. your eyes searched for any spec of unassertiveness in his demeanor but you failed to find any.
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
you narrowed your attention from your conversation with haru in your messages towards bokuto, who was driving with his head forward. you processed his words, unsure how to take that— were you supposed to be? was something being planned?
“ i’m asking because you seem nervous. “ he implored, almost like he knew what you were thinking.
the corner of your lips lifted at the realization, turning away to look out the window to watch the cars move beside the vehicle. “ i must be easy to read if you can see how distressed i seemed. “ you quipped. staring at the athlete in the reflection of the glass, your face faltered. “ what’s wrong? “
he glanced at you, returning to face the road to initiate, “ did you two actually sleep together? “ the silence was growing heavier by how you remained without answer, just wanting to see if kuroo had any right to be upset the other night.
you release a short laugh under your breath, somewhat content that it was believable. although the tweet was an accident, the way his shirt was removed was also an incident between the two of you— accidentally spilling alcohol onto his shirt and he went to go wash it off before it stuck onto his skin.
the way bokuto released a long exhale almost like he was content that you weren’t actually using haru but in a way, content that your plan was working. it was almost like everything was going well on your behalf.
chapter eight — part two ; who’s fucking y/n in my apartment?
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. 〞
