#haikyuu kuroo tetsuro

[seumyo]

Hi! I loved your rating pet name thread thing. Could you please do the same for kuroo Tetsurō.

Take care and have a good day/night~

KUROO TETSUROU ✰ RATING THE PET NAMES YOU CALL HIM: A THREAD

NOTE. Have a good day/night too, nonnie! ‘n thank youu!

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[thebestsetter]

Kuroo has always had a bad hair.

Ever since he was a kid, one of his main physical traits is his atrocious bed hair. He wakes up like that because of how hard he presses his pillows to his ears while he sleeps, so it's not really a habit he can change easily. Also, he has never had a problem with it, especially because his pretty wife, you, said it's one of your favorite parts of him.

You always talk about how you love his hair, even if you still call him "rooster head" sometimes. You love to pet it, you love the shape, the color and everything involving his hair. Not even he is capable of understanding the "attraction" you feel for it, so he just enjoys it.

So yeah, he doesn't really hate his hair, and overtime, he learned how to keep it more "tamed" and "behaved". So he thought his hair problems were over. No more bad hair days.

Well, he thought.

"Stupid... hair tie...." Kuroo murmured, voice coming out muffled because of the pink butterfly pin with glitter that was on his mouth. His eyes held a look of extreme concentration, akin to a hunter aiming for a deer in the middle of the woods.

He was serious. In fact, he had never been so serious in his life. Because this wasn't any occasion. It was the first time you had ever let him dress up your 5 year old daughter for school. He couldn't mess this up.

Her hair needed to be perfect. He just seemed to forget he had never braided a hair before in his life.

"Daddy, are you alright?" His little girl asked, feet moving around and hands on her lap, waiting patiently for her dad to finish the "amazing hairstyle" he promised her.

If only she knew.

"Yeah, sweetheart!" Tetsuro said, drops of sweat running down his forehead. "Just wait a little more!" He said, taking his phone off his pocket while still holding a lock of hair and still with the butterfly pin in his mouth.

He then started watching a video on youtube. It's title was "How to make a braid with only 3 steps".

"Ah, so it's actually done with 3 locks of hair, not only 2!"

He then began treading his daughter's hair with such precision that it was scary. His eyes were focused and it seemed like he couldn't pay attention to anything else. It was only him, the hair ties, and the hair. Nothing else.

After a while, things were actually going somewhere.

No way. He was almost getting it finished!

"Tetsu, honey, are you guys ready?" He heard you calling from the kitchen

"One sec, love!" Kuroo shouted back. "Now I just need to do this and... AHA! My masterpiece is ready!"

"How do I look, daddy?" His daughter asked, smiling brightly at him. Even if she had some missing teeth, Kuroo swore it was the prettiest smile he had ever seen in his life. Of course it was. It was just like your's, afterall.

"You look amazing sweetie. Like a real princess! You're your dad's princess, you know that, right?"

"Thank you dad!" She smiled again, hugging him strongly. He hug her back, careful not to touch her hair in the process. He couldn't ruin his hard work!

"Now, why don't we go show mama how great you look, hm?" He crouched down and smiled at her

"Of course! Let's go dad!" She laughed, grabbing his hands and pulling him downstairs.

She really was the cutest kid Kuroo has ever seen.

"Okay sweetheart, close your eyes!" Kuroo said, peeking from the kitchen's door. "Our daughter wants to surprise you with her amazing hair - the one I braided, of course"

"Sure, Tetsu! I can't wait to see this great work of art!" You giggled, using a sarcatic tone.

I mean, look at his hair. He couldn't have an experience with braiding. It was clear the hair would look utterly horrible.

"Hey, I sensed that sarcasm!" He said, which made you giggle "Mind you, she loved it!"

"If you say so. I'm gonna close my eyes now!" You smiled, putting your hands on front of your eyes to show them you wouldn't cheat and open your eyes

"No peaking, mama!" You heard your daughter saying, her little footsteps making you realize she entered the kitchen.

"Yeah, no peaking!" Kuroo agreed.

Gosh, they really were the same.

"Okay, okay! I'm not gonna peek"

"Now, I'm gonna count to three and say 'now'. Then you can open your eyes!" Kuroo said, voice showing how excited he was

"Okay!" You smiled

"1..."

You were really starting to think he did a great job. He looked so proud of it, after all!

"2..."

You heard your daughter giggling in the background. Maybe you really judged your husband wrong. Maybe he did know how to braid hairs.

"3..."

You were sure it would be at least decent. If it was, then you'd let your daughter wear it to school. If they were both happy, why not?

"Now!"

You then remove your hands from your face and open your eyes, meeting the most...

Atrocious braid you've ever seen.

"She's not going like that to school." You deadpanned, looking at the hair and wondering why he thought this looked good. Had he never seen a braid before in his life?

"HUH? WHY NOT?" Kuroo shouted, his chest that was once proudly puffed up now deflating

"Why not, mama?" Your daughter started tearing up, looking up at you with big, pleading eyes.

"It looks..." terrible. Is what you really wanted to say.

But looking at your the sad faces of your family members, you didn't find the strength to do so. And so, with a sigh, you smiled and said

"Too good! Other kids will be jealous!"

"For a moment there I thought you were judging my hairstyling habilities!" Kuroo laughed, that obnoxious laugh of his that you loved so much echoing through the halls

"Oh!" Your daughter also laughed, the same way her dad did "There's no problem! I can tell dad to do their hairstyles too!"

"Great idea, sweetie!" Kuroo agreed with her, eyes sparkling up

"I think... it's better if you don't"

"What do you mean by that?" Kuroo asked, looking straight at you with a very sad face.

"Just... you don't seem to have a talent with hairs."

"But you told me you love my hair!" Tetsuro pouted

"I do. And I love you, too!" You kissed his nose, making him smirk at you.

"Not enough. What about... here?"

He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss on the lips. It was full of all the love and passion he held for you and the family you both created together.

"Ewww, daddy and mommy are kissing! Gross!" Your daughter put her tongue out and did a "throwing up" mimic, making you both laugh.

"Now, let's take you to school, sweetheart!"

You smiled, leading both your husband and your daughter to the car.

You really loved your family, even if Kuroo didn't know how to deal with hairs sometimes.

You wonder if he would "get along" better with his son's hair. The son that he still doesn't know is in your belly right now.

Well, he still has 7 months to practice for when the time comes.

~ A/N: FINALLY WROTE A REQUEST!! It was so fun writing this omG. I love healthy families 💕. ALSO, first hq fic!! 🥳🥳

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[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ climbing up the walls

˚ · . kuroo tetsurou x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ semi-public sex, groping, slapping, degradation, slight choking, unprotected sex, dumbifcation, hair pulling

you bite harshly into the cotton that's stuffed into your mouth. it's your own panties, forced to have them there in order to conceal your lewd moans and mewls. you don't want to get caught after all, being caught having sex in the boy's locker room will definitely get the two of you in trouble, especially kuroo.

kuroo's hands spread and caress your plump asscheeks like dough, occasionally slapping the sensitive flesh for his own amusement, he spreads them apart, cock twitching at the sight of your untouched asshole. he'll have to take your virginity there too someday.

he grins mischievously, drops of sweat dropping from his chin down to the uncleaned tile beneath you. he angles his hip upwards, his cockhead flush against your delicate g-spot. a muffled moan escapes from your stuffed mouth, shushed by kuroo as he wraps a hand around your neck.

"shh, babe. you don't want anything to hear you being such a slut in a locker room now do you?" he casually says as he fucks his cock into your tight pussy. his fingers rest on your neck, feeling the vibrations of your low moans.

"or do you? y-you like being a little slut don't you?" he groans at his own words, his other hand coming to grope your free breasts, pinching roughly at your sensitive buds. your own hands are glued onto the cold walls, attempting to grab and ground yourself on anything you can.

he takes advantage of your silence, his hand releasing his grip on your neck to wrapping around the ends of your pretty hair and pulling it backwards. pushing himself forward, his chest becomes flush with your back, his cock sheathened in your confulsving pussy to the base. it's stuffing you full, his cockhead kissing the entrance and pushing against your cervix.

you cum at the feeling, you feel like you can't breathe, his cock painfully pushes against your cervix, as if he's trying to break through. "answer me whore." he says sternly, angling his face so he can lick the tears of pleasure off your cheek. he feigns a scoff at your silence, "too dumb to even respond."

with that, he's jackhammering his cock against your cervix, all previous touches of gentleness is disregarded with the way he's fucking you so vulgarly. "i'm gunna c-cum y/n-" he stammers, leaning his body weight against you as he fails to hold himself up.

he steals kisses onto your neck and jaw, his other hand gripping onto your lower tummy. "i wanna cum inside—fuck," he cries out, his hips loosing rhythm as he comes on the verge of his orgasm. with a simple weak nod of approval from you, he's coming with a gutteral groan as he spills his warm load inside of your unprotected cunt.

"hah, shit.." he curses, heaving heavily from the intense orgasm he's recovering from. once he feels more stronger, he's pulling your panties from your mouth, unfolding them and sliding them back up your damp thighs. he fixes up the rest of your clothes before he finally pulls up the shorts of his uniform and embraces you into a hug, settling you down onto the bench with a kiss to your earlobe.

"i love you," he reminds, leaving the embrace to attend his volleyball match.

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[kawoala]

⁝ KUROO TETSURO 𝜗𝜚 boxer! kuroo 𝜗𝜚

ᰔ word count ; 851

ᰔ content warning ; profanity 、 blood 、 boxer! kuroo 、 implied rich girl! reader 、 kindof poor boy x rich girl? 、 boxer! lev 、 mention of gambling?? (yaku, what r u doing my brother?).

you’ve never been to a club like this; the people here are a stark contrast to your personality.

whereas they are dark, broody, drugged-out criminals probably raised in trailer parks and trap houses, you were raised to be a good girl with perfect grades - and to never, ever go near drugs or alcohol.

whereas the people around you are dirty, wearing clothes they probably haven’t changed in a week, you’re careful of the people around you, careful not get dirt and muck on your very expensive shirt and your very tiny skirt.

but, you fell in love with kuroo.

four months ago, when your calculus teacher had shown interest in kuroo’s horrible math grades, she’d emailed you, asking if you would be able to tutor him until his grades improved. and of course you said yes because you’re a sucker for extra credit.

and then he was charming and he was funny and he was smart - something you hadn’t expected because, well, you were his tutor. every time you had a session, he made you laugh like it was his job.

so, of course you fell in love with him. and of course you only found out that he was in an illegal boxing ring until after you had confessed to him.

which is how you ended up here; standing in a crowd of criminals, watching your boyfriend beat the shit out of one of his friends for fun.

your brows are furrowed as lev - of all people - throws a right hook, resulting in a line of blood dribbling down kuroo’s upper lip. he’s hot, that’s for certain, but this is not making you happy. your boyfriend's pretty face is getting all messed up.

you blink and then lev is on the floor, sitting with his legs bent, forearms resting against his knees. there’s a smile on his face, despite the blood oozing from his… mouth? nose? you can’t even tell.

and then your eyes drift to kuroo, who’s holding his fists up in victory. you briefly note that they’re not even using gloves, but that thought is dismissed when you lock eyes with your boyfriend.

he’s bleeding, which would make you upset if he didn’t look so fucking hot. there’s a sheen of sweat covering his whole body, shining in the overhead light. his hair is messy - messier than usual, matted to his forehead from sweat. he still has his mouthguard in, but he’s grinning wide as ever. he points to you and winks and your knees are weak.

“lev lost!” yaku exclaims from beside you, knocking you from your trance. you turn to him and tilt your head. “he fucking lost! oh my god, i just lost so much money.”

he puts his head in his hands and curses again, which only makes you laugh. you can’t believe this is a thing that people bet on. and, no offense, but you can’t believe people bet on lev winning.

next thing you know, you’re sitting on a bench in the locker room of the grimy club, bouncing your leg as you watch kuroo unwrap his fists. your eyes are glued to his hands, bloodied and bruised.

“did you have fun?”

you look up to find him staring down at you, lazy smirk on his face. “what? o- oh, um, yeah, it was…” you trail off, eyes drifting down to your now ruined shoes. you hum. “it was kind of… scary, actually.” you can hear him stop moving, so you keep talking. “watching you get hit like that? yeah, that sucked. i mean, don’t get me wrong, you looked really fucking hot, but…” you shrug, sighing.

there’s a silence that hangs in the air. you can tell he’s trying to decide if he should be funny or genuine.

“y/n,” he says slowly. his shoes come into your field of vision, but you know if you look up, you’ll probably start crying. “hey, come on, sweets, look at me.”

as soon as you look up, his hands cup your face and he leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

when he pulls away, he smiles softly. “i’m okay. you know that right?” you nod and he laughs, pulling you into a hug, smashing your face into his stomach. “i’m okay. you hear me, lady? i’m alright.”

you laugh now, too, pushing away from him playfully. “ugh, i hate you!” you exclaim as he loosens his grip. the smile on his face lets you know that he knows you don’t really mean it. and, of course, you don’t.

he stares at you for a moment longer before jerking his head towards the door. “come on, let’s get out of here. we can go get ice cream or something.”

“ice cream?” you repeat, raising a brow. you stand up, not even reaching his nose. “and what are we going to do when the worker sees your busted lip and freshly bruised eye, hm?”

he inhales, puffing his chest out, holding his breath. he exhales on a laugh, throwing his arm over your shoulders. “yeah, we’ll go through the drive-thru, ‘kay?”

[httpsleely]

MAYBE MAYBE | smau

pairings. kuroo tetsurou x reader

'Cause I know how I feel and it's whole and it's real. But I don't know if I should still keep on going … She don't feel it the same way, well, maybe, maybe as a friend. ~♪ — maybe maybe by lola amour

synopsis.  two people trek the path of being friends while constantly wondering if maybe, maybe being in love can be considered something they can have in their friendship.

genre. romance, fluff, comedy, social media alternate universe, friends-to-lovers, college setting!, fast paced story, more tba.

warnings. timeskip! characters, characters are aged up! — they're in college, it will all be sfw content throughout the whole smau, more tba.

status. on-going [ 110424 - ... ]

PROFILES. — the main protagonist

[ ☆ ] — contains written parts

one | sucks to suck then ig?

two | “source? trust me bro 🙏”

three | hit tweet slay 😮

four | a cat is marking his territory

five | …

[ to be added or removed from the taglist; send an ask or comment ]

© httpsleely 2024 | reposting, modificating, stealing, plagiarizing, and translating my works on any platform are strictly prohibited.

[izufeels]

hi i love your hq smaus they’re so in character LMAO 😭 could you pretty please do some kuroo texts?

[mavrintarou]

Haikyuu master list

Warning: 99% of the stories are all SMUT(18+), read at your own risk,

Suna Rintarou

Miya twins

Kuroo Tetsuro

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Kita Shinsuke

Iwaizumi Hajime

Oikawa Toru

Kozume Kenma

Tsukishima Kei

[kamisama1kiss]

Hiiiii I saw that you were taking requests 👀👀 can I ask for girlfriend!reader with Kuroo after the Dumster Battle??

Kuroo is genuinely like a top favourite of mine. He is so cutie patootie 😍🫶 HIS ANIMATION in the whole movie was droolingly amazing 🤭 LIKE BHAHA I can't even express how much it made him shine as a character.

(MENTIONS OF SPOILERS)

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Kuroo Tetsuro { Quality time }

Two different steps could be heard hitting the concrete ground, walking as the sunset shined a deep with a red orange hue dancing lovingly on their complexions. Hands interwined, swinging a little back and forth with the wind. "Have you studied for the exam yet?" He chuckled, breaking the warm silence.

She only shook her head after a moment hesitation, "I started on chapter 11, but I only got about halfway." Admitting as her gaze fell apun anything but his unamused grin, "That damn procrastination will bit your ass one day, love." muttering, squeezing her hand in his.

"As if you've done any better, busy playing volleyball." Jabing an elbow to his torso only enough to add a small impact. "I was talking about you, not me." Acting as if he was in pain in a dramatic clutch of his side. "You've wounded a poor soul." Sulking for a mere moment, making her brow raise from his playfulness. "Shush, it wasn't even that hard!" Defending herself with a huff receiving a more heart-felt laugh from him, his laugh could make anyone crack a smile. Which she did.

Silnce was placed again between the two as they passed a park, warm and comforting. Bathing happily in the company of each other, "Today was our last match together." Mumbling under his breath, a saddened expression replaced even though a smile was still known on his lips. Her gaze flicked up at him, matching the sad smile.

"You are a good captain, leading them as far as you did." Reaching his hand up to plant a small peck on the back of his palm, receiving a genuine smile from the taller male. "Really? Well, what can I say." Jokingly speaking, making the two of them chuckle. "Thank you, baby. For believing me through it all." Stating more vulnerable as he paused his steps, now standing facing one another.

"I would do it, no questions asked." Simply clarifying her actions. "I enjoyed it every time." Cocking to the side with her head, recreating his smile on her lips. Soft and genuine. Leaning forwards to staple a peck on her forehead, "I love you." Whispering through his lips, making her heart skip a beat. "I love you too." Standing there with him admiring her features, he truly did fall for each and every time.

She walked backwards, dragging him along before spinning around, still hand in hand. Walking in front of him. "Can I sleep over tonight? It's been a while." Asking a little cheeky, even as he couldn't see it but clearly hear it. Rolling his eyes playfully as his signature grin appeared again. "Looks like your wish will be granted, princess."

•••

Hope you all enjoyed it!!♡ (Ps. Sorry for the delay, but here he is!! In all her beauty)

[sakuraryomen01]

I'm horny so I'm writing about my thoughts.

warnings: nsfw, fem reader, mdni, blowjobs, sex in different positions, some size kinks, nipple play, possible breeding, man handling if u squint

words: idk I didn't count but it's a lot

ft:: yuji, kuroo, bokuto, and sukuna

Yuji Itadori🐅

He's been brain rotting for a while and it's annoying how much I think about him, but I love him too much to make him move out.

I love thinking about how heavy his cock must get when he's hard, and ready to come. It'd probably tilt with a thick vein pulsing along the underside so it makes him × 10 more sensitive when you suck him off. He's probably not super long like kuroo would be, but he'd definitely be on the thicker side.

I wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be ashamed about being average, but I'm drooling over that stretch baby boy dw 🤤💞

He'd definitely taste.. interesting. I don't see him tasting super sweet like gojo or something, I see him tasting like a savory meal if that makes any sense?

Something like a meal you'd never want to forget or finish early. If yk what I mean, ty. 🙏

He'd definitely try and be gentle during sex and hand/blowjobs. Yuji knows he's a strong boy so being careful of his grip and thrusts is something he has anxiety about often. When he's close though, he'll be in cloud nine and forget what he's doing.

Bucking his hips while his thighs tense and practically vibrate as his climax nears. Praising him is such a great way to tell him "I'm okay" even though his cum's covering your face and lips.

Different positions he loves: doggy, reverse cowgirl, and missionary

While Yuji does think that your sex life needs lots of spice, he's really willing to do whatever it takes to make you cum! He loves the simple things, but watching you masturbate in front of him gets him drooling and hard.

Kuroo Tetsuro🐈‍⬛

He definitely makes me want to scream daddy at the top of my lungs but then want to cuddle him and kiss his forehead for hours while reading my favorite book or watching a horror movie.

Daddy? I'm sorry. Daddy? I'm sorry.

I get the vibe from kuroo that he lives to eat pussy to relieve his own stress.

Work getting too much? Eat pussy. Staying up too late fucking? Eat pussy + the cream pie. He'd like a girl that'd know how to edge and tease him, even though he'd flat out deny this.

He'd feel hot and heavy over constant teasing remarks or suggestive compliments. Offering a massage during a game would also make him want to kiss you and cuddle you for hours.

Kuroo loves spice.

He'll bring in some kind of toy like a vibrator or ask to fuck on the couch instead of in the bedroom.

(I wouldn't doubt he'd try role-playing.)

Kuroo's just above average with a slimmer cock, but it's big no matter how you put it. He's probably not a sweets guy, but I'd end up making him something like strawberries to make him taste like candy.

Kuroo himself probably tastes like bokuto and yuji since all of them are incredibly athletic and active in their daily lives. He's not ashamed of himself either and probably grooms regularly to keep it "presentable."

Positions and places he adores: the hook, standing doggy, anything that involves a counter

He'd probably try doing role plays that involve his job or his past. Like, volleyball coach fucks captain or something. He's a wildcard tho so I can't say for sure 😃

Bokuto Kōtaru🦉

A owl man that's energy is so contagious and sexy I'd like to eat his ass like a fucking meal— he's the obsession, he's the moment, he's a himbo sweetheart.

Bokuto doesn't hate his ass or his massive man tits, but he doesn't like that they steal the show. We all know that his ass was stolen from a bakery and that those thighs are illegal.

This might, or might not, be an unpopular opinion BUT I would eat his ass any day. I love this man's body sm it's like a plus with his sweet and energetic personality.

He'd be so touchie when it comes to sex, and he probably has a cute nickname for it tbh. He knows that his thighs are a weakness so he'll use them to slick up your pussy and panties while he's busy playing with ur tits and neck.

"feel good baby? Like my tongue?"

Verbal, loud, fast, and rough.

Bokutos strength shines through when the bed's creaking, your ass is jiggling beautifully on his pelvis, and your screams are nothing short of gorgeous. Bokuto loves to use your tits and hips as his personal love handles.

Massive calloused palms that are rough to the touch but feel amazing rubbing and flicking at your nipples.

His moans r loud but so hot. He'll also chuckle in a low tone if you cum more than once around his cock in the first round. (I would, I have.)

Positions? Yes: doggy, missionary, against the wall, in his lap, mating press

His cock is a proud 8 with a thickness that makes u think he stole a muffin or two to feed it. Damn does that stretch hurt but it sounds really good in your pussy!!!

Sukuna Ryomen😈

A devil in life, a devil in the sheets. He'll break your back and break you in one sitting but torture you with his many tongues. It's funny to think about Sukuna being disappointed when he first reincarnates since he doesn't have those swoll coc—

Sukuna is so wild during sex it's like a ride of its own. I'm basing this more on how he is in the manga and anime rather than a romantic version. So, let's begin shall we? ^^

Lord Ryomen does love a little challenge even though it thoroughly annoys him. Having a woman that's fully submissive for him and only him but will get on his nerves regularly makes him want to make sure you know your place over and over.

What better way than to fuck you with his monster cock(s)?

The Vessel version of him is definitely rougher than the true form. True form is bigger, but has a little patience in my opinion. Vessel version has none and since he only has one, he'll make another just to punish you.

My own personal favorite part of Sukuna isn't the tattoos, surprise surprise! I love them fucking biceps and that face. Both true form and vessel.

Tracing my fingers along them as a past time yes, but I'll be holding onto those arms for dear life while burning his face into my brain. Seeing how his eyes will shine while forcing my pussy to accommodate him.

Positions or mild suggestions?: Anything that allows him to fuck your pussy(and asshole let's be honest), does enjoy a show so maybe cowgirl, cuddle fucking when he's lazy or tired

His cock(s) have a powerful taste seeing as he's a cursed spirit rather than a normal human. I doubt he'll taste any better than what it normally tastes like, but I'd still suck it like my life depends on it 😭

Sukuna doesn't have an official size in his vessel for seeing as he can just change it to what he wants. But in true form, he is definitely over 8 inches and thicker than anything.

Take a Coke 2 liter bottle and imagine Sukuna's cocks. That's probably about accurate.

Loved writing for my favorite boys, and I honestly loved imagining them. I'm tagging some ppl I think would enjoy this, but if you want to be removed for any reason pls lmk!!❤️

Tags: @yuujispinkhair, @xxnghtclls

[lou-struck]

Snow Day

Tetsuro Kuroo x reader

WC: 1k

~ It's a dark and gloomy Monday morning. The kind that would be wonderful to spend in bed. But unfortunately, you have to get up and go to work, or do you?

Winter mornings are quite strange; your cozy bedroom is still flooded with darkness as your phone alarm pulls you from your slumber. It takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust to this different kind of darkness. Instead of the blackness of the night sky, your world is tinted dark gray from the clouds that cover the fading stars and rising sun, whose light would usually peak in through your frost-covered window. 

Your sheets are warm and far too comfy to abandon, especially when you are curled up in a tender pile of limbs with your boyfriend, Tetsuro Kuroo. 

The raven-haired man snores softly next to you. His face buried in the crook of your neck he sleeps. It's so nice; your eyelids feel heavy as you sink deeper into your pillow, and your mind feels like it's reaching out to the hazy cloud of sleep that looms above you tauntingly. You feel as if you are almost able to grab a corner of it and pull your weary consciousness back into dreamland. 

Until the harsh blaring sound of not just one but two alarm clocks sends you back to reality, your body jolts awake, and you reach blindly over to your nightstand to grab your phone and silence the damn beeping noise.

Sleep would've been wonderful, but you forgot something very important this dark, sleepy morning. It's Monday, which means you both have to get up and go to work.

"Tetsu," you croak. Your first words of the day come out far choppier than you would have liked as you reach over your sleeping boyfriend to shut off his alarm. "We gotta get up."

"Nah, Come on, baby," a sleep-laced voice tickles the shell of your ear as his pale limbs pull you back into the comfort of his chest. "Don't you want to stay here and be cozy all day?"

You consider his words for a moment, but you pull yourself away from his tempting pile of cuddles with a sleepy sigh. "Can't." Your feet find the carpet and your lips turn upwards in a smile when you see the look of disappointment on the man's face. "We gotta go be adults."

"That's miserable." he groans as you slip away. Without your warmth, the bed feels less comfortable than it did a moment ago and he reluctantly slides out of bed just the same as you. 

You guys slip into your morning routine easily, standing on either side of your bed as you make it. Folding and smoothing each layer of your still-warm sheets. 

He notices that one of your pillows has been launched across the room, "Hmm, it looks like someone was angry at the pillows again." he teases, pointing to the little round decorative pillow that serves no use to either of you. 

"I was not," you say defensively. "It was probably just trying to escape since we don't use it." When he raises a brow at you, you cease with your anti-throw pillow tirade and walk over to the frosty windowed area to get the little guy and place him back on your bed. 

When you reach down, you are able to see a bit of the outside from a clear spot on the otherwise frost-covered window. The world around you is covered in white. Joy and nostalgia fill your heart as you see the thick blanket of snow that covers everything in sight. It encases your cars and decorates the treetops, and you turn to Tetsuro in excitement. 

"Tetsu! Look outside." you gasp, flicking your wrist and tossing the small pillow back onto the bed. 

"What's got you all riled up?" He walks over and sees the winter wonderland awaiting you outside and smiles. "Oh, Where did all this come from? I checked the paper yesterday and didn't see any snow in the forecast."

"Maybe you should look elsewhere for weather updates." you tease. Tetsuro has always been a bit of an old soul when it came to things like reading the paper or prepping his coffee black, even though he hates the taste. 

If he heard your jest, he doesn't reply. Instead of using his long legs to stride across, he uses his long legs to stride across the bedroom over to his nightstand, where his phone sits, lit up with a new notification. 

You notice from your bedside table your device lights up just the same. There is a skip in your step as you pad across the carpet to see who could possibly be texting you at this hour.

Due to last night's heavy snowfall, management has decided that the roads are too perilous for our valued employees to go into the office today. Any meetings or presentations are to happen over Zoom. -Thanks, Management

The short and sweet message from your higher-ups brings a gleeful smile to your face because you are one of the lucky few who have absolutely no meetings planned for today. Letting out a happy squeal, you set your phone back onto your nightstand and power it off. 

You won't be needing it anyway…

Slender arms wrap around your midsection as your boyfriend's warm breath tickles the shell of your ear. "Let me guess, you have a Snow day?"

"Mmmhmm," you nod excitedly, "And what about you?"

You feel his grin against your neck. "Snow day." he purrs. "What should we do first, my Love?" 

A new day wiped free of commitments doesn't always land at your feet like this; with so many possibilities, a part of you wonders how you can choose just one thing. 

But there is another part of you that knows exactly how you should start the day. Your body moves on its own accord as you flop back down on the bed, toss the stupid little throw pillow to its spot across the room, and wiggle under the blankets, effectively undoing the first productive thing you had done this morning. 

"I'm going back to bed." you declare, earning a hyena-like cackle from your boyfriend. 

"Good answer," he smirks. His long arms stretch out to close the curtains and darken the room so the pair of you can enjoy the rest of your day off snuggled up in each other's arms.

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French Toast — Kuroo Tetsurou

+ established relationship, living together,

Early mornings with Kuroo are never predictable. 

Sometimes, you have to force him awake even though he set himself thirteen alarms because he swore he’d wake up to them. Other times you’d wake up to his head tucked neatly under your chin an arm draped across your torso as he mindlessly traced shapes into your skin. 

This morning, however, his side of the bed was empty. That was unusual. 

“Tetsurou?” Your voice was laced with a groggy undertone as you yawned out his name. It was a bit earlier than he had planned to get up and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. 

You couldn’t find it in yourself to leave your bed quite yet, it was warm and you were far more comfortable than you had been last night. Getting out now meant you had to start your day, and you were going to enjoy every extra minute of resy you could.

“One sec!” His reply camed rushed and muffled from the kitchen, and then you finally registered the warm scent of fresh coffee drifting into your bedroom. There was something else mingling with the bitter smell, you swore it was cinnamon.

“What are you doing?” You mused, rolling over on your side trying to peak out of the hallway a little more from your vantage point on the bed. It didn’t really work. “Why does it smell like you’re cooking something-”

You were cut off when a loud string of curses flooded the kitchen, and you had to stop the laughter from bubbling out of your chest. It was only a second later when a harsh burnt odor rushed into your room covering up every other homey smell that you’d been enjoying. 

“Damn it.” Kuroo’s obvious frusrtration was almost funny, and you probably would’ve laughed now but you were more curious to see what he was messing up.

Pulling a blanket over your shoulders you pushed of the bed towards the kitchen. The first thing you noticed was the two cups of coffee set nicely on the table, then you saw the two plates set up for something. 

Kuroo stood at the stove one hand on his hip and the other fiddling with something in the pan. 

“What’re you makin?” You hummed as you wrapped your arms around his waist, trying to peak around his broad shoulders. That’s when you found the source of the burnt aroma, in the pan there was something that looked like french toast. 

“God, you scared me.” He let out a short breath as he twisted around to look at you, a smile immediatly covering up any sort of pout from ruining what he was cooking. “Morning.” 

“Morning.” You leaned up and pressed your lips to his and he slowly responded, turning his attention away from the stove to you for longer than he meant to. You had to pull back first, staying close enough to where your breath lingered on his lips. “You’re going to burn that even more.” 

“Shoot, you’re right.” He looked back to the pan, pulling out whatever was salvagable and adding it to the small plate of french toast that he’d already cooked. 

As you looked through the plate it seemed that almost every piece was at aleast a little bit burnt. 

“This was harder than I thought.” Kuroo said softly staring at the food as well. 

“How come you’re making french toast this early?” 

“Remember last night when you said you were craving it from that one brunch spot we used to go to?” He answered and his voice picked up an excited edge as he spoke. “I found a recipe online for it but as you can see it didn’t turn out right.” 

“I don’t know, it still looks pretty good to me.” Your chest felt warm from his answer, he was so stupidly thoughtful at times you couldn’t help but adore him even more. “Give me a piece, I want to try it.” 

He tore of a piece that didn’t seem to be too burnt and offered it to you, raising an eyebrow slightly when you didn’t take it. 

“I’m too warm, I don’t want to stop hugging you.” You responded hoping he’d get what you were trying to say, the soft silence from him was your answer though. “Feed it to me.” 

“Oh my god, okay.” He laughed and you could feel his chest shaking slightly. He dropped the small piece in your mouth quickly, faking being scared you’d bite him. “Hows it taste?” 

“You did pretty good!” To say you were suprised was an understatment, despite the appearance of the french toast it tasted amazing, so similar to the one from the restuarant. “Okay, give me another piece.” 

“No, feed yourself.” He laughed again when he saw the expression you gave him. 

“Rude.” You muttered and pressed your face into his shoulder trying to savor the warmth coming from him. “Did you make me coffee too?” 

“Mhm, I didn’t burnt that at least.” He wrapped his arms around you now, resting his chin on your head slightly. Mornings like this were so nice, and you didn’t to share them that often with your class schedules.

“I’d hope not.” You sighed softly after seeing the time. “Let’s eat, even though all I can smell now is burnt food, it’s making me hungry.” 

Kuroo rolled his eyes at your comment, moving away from your hold to set up the food at the table with the coffee. 

“What are you doing?” He asked once you pulled out your phone as you started taking pictures of the food that sat in front of you. 

“I’m sending this to Kenma. He’d love to see how great of a chef you are.”

“I am never cooking for you again.” Kuroo muttered despite the smile pulling his lips up, that was a lie and both of you knew it. 

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Tetsuro Kuroo (17th November)

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He’s got a job to do

Mafia!Tetsuro Kuroo x fem!reader

Chapter One

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Warnings: TWmentions of death, Hitman!Tetsuro, TWblood, TWknives/guns

Synopsis: Mafia!Kuroo is your business partner, if you could call cold hard killing a business. You’d been working together for years, and you swore you hated the man. You were at each other’s throats, except, he had a reason for it.

a/n: no idea why I’m writing this, I won’t lie, I just thought it’d be fun so I hope you enjoy reading it. I also want to say that this is NOT set in modern times.

“…you’re the only hit I’ll never take…even if it kills me in the end…”

I shoved my cold hands into the pockets of my coat after putting out the cigarette I had been puffing on for what felt like ages. With a subtle grunt, I strolled down the empty, wet streets. The streetlights were the only thing lighting the damp cobblestone streets. I knew I’d needed to be careful, especially since my partner wasn’t exactly trustworthy, at least I didn’t deem him so. He walked along beside me, silent as the night. At times, I forgot he was even there. With a huff, I tugged my jacket tighter around me as we walked back into the safe house.

We had just had a successful mission, taking out a group of hitmen like us who had attempted to take us out. In return, the bounty would be paid, at least we hoped.

I didn’t kill for the thrill of it like so many others in the union, I killed because I had to survive. I was living in a world of men, a world ran by and organized by men, and as a woman in this business, I would amount to nothing otherwise.

Kuroo’s shoulder brushed mine as he walked carelessly beside me, and I felt the anger bubbling in my stomach at the feel of it. I hated when he touched me, even in mere accident. I sent him an icy glare.

“Watch it, Kuroo.” I said lowly. He chuckled as he directed his attention towards me.

“Doing just that, y/n.” He said, smirking softly. “I wouldn’t want to annoy you any further than you already are.”

“I’d be careful what you say if I were you.” I growled under my breath, walking a little quicker as he stalked along at a lazy pace.

“And whys that, pretty?” He said casually. The words rolled off of his tongue with a delicate ease that made my blood boil beneath my skin. I hated how easily he could tease me, and more importantly, I hated that I let him get away with it.

“Because I know 150 different ways to kill a man with my own two hands.” I grumbled, not even bothering to look at him as I whispered my words with a lethal edge. “I’m not opposed to doing it, either.”

“Please,” he started, rolling his eyes. “If you were going to kill me, you would’ve done it years ago.”

“What’s stopping me from doing it right now?” I said, looking over at him now. His black suit jacket fit him perfectly, growing tighter around his arms as his muscles flexed involuntarily. I hated the way he looked with every fiber of my being, and I had to constantly remind myself that as I continued stealing glances in his direction.

“That fat bounty we should be getting as soon as get back to the safe house is a pretty good reason not to.” He stated, his voice as smooth as velvet. His tone was steady, his facial expressions perfectly articulated to match.

I stayed silent, knowing he was right.

I heard him chuckled again from behind me, but he didn’t tease me for the silence thankfully. I’m not sure what I would’ve done if he had, but it probably would’ve been messier than I would’ve liked, and ridiculously careless.

We walked along still, puddles splashing gently beneath my boots as I walked. It was still softly raining above us, the trickle of it falling to the ground in perfect spiral patterns, decorating the streets elegantly as it pooled beneath my boots. The safe house was in sight now, its soft lighting left on for us and anyone else getting back this late at night after a job. It was protocol, even if it was reckless, it did us well.

Kuroo quickened his pace slightly as he caught light of the building in front of us, I’m assuming he had wanted to get out of my presence just as badly as I wanted out of his. He opened the door for me, ironic, but I still glided in before him, nodding in his direction as a thank-you.

I didn’t even wait after receiving my envelopes for the night. I didn’t even bother reading them. Instead, I slipped the money from one of them into my pocket and stalked off into my room, not caring about bidding goodnight to the man beside me.

Tetsuro had three envelopes, two were missions, one being the bounty we had just received for the job. He smiled to himself as he walked into his room, slipping off his coat and his boots before plopping down at his desk.

He opened the envelope with ease, wanting to see what his next jobs were. He was a little curious when I only received two instead of the three that he had. Normally the pair worked together, but he guessed this time you wouldn’t be involved.

As he tugged out the letter inside with practiced delicacy, he scanned through it quickly. His eyes widened when he read the description that was all too familiar to him, the familiar name at the bottom that he had read in all of his job letters, but not in the same place.

This mission was his alone, and your name was carefully written in bold print at the bottom.

“Fuck…” he mumbled to himself, throwing the letter down on the desk before he could process what he had been assigned to do.

Tetsuro Kuroo had been ordered to kill his business partner.

I slept recklessly that night for unexplained reasons. I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Though this feeling normally occurred in the mafia business, it was worse tonight and it was unshakable. I tossed and turned in the sheets, doing my best to get comfortable but feeling no sort of comfort. I groaned, throwing the blankets off of me as sweat beaded down my forehead. Why the hell couldn’t I sleep?

Whose presence was in my room?

I sat up straight, feeling the invisible eyes of the unknown seeping into my soul, watching my every move. Was I going crazy? No, I had done that a long time ago. I knew better than to give into my fear, and I also knew that regardless of the situation, I was safe here at the union.

At least, that’s what I had forced myself to believe while I stayed here.

I had no other place to call home, this had been that place for me since I was little. My father had run the place, provided me a home and hot meals that I didn’t know I needed until I didn’t have them anymore. Back then, I had no idea how they were given to me, and now, I knew painfully how hard they were for him to give.

I also knew now why my father was no longer with me, and why my mother wanted nothing to do with either of us.

Reluctantly, I laid back down in my messy sheets, feeling the cool fabric press against my burning skin in an almost comforting manner. Had I always been this paranoid?

Masked eyes watched through the bleeding darkness, sharply taking in every breath I exhaled, every move I made; yet, they hesitated to make a move themselves.

Did I sense fear in the darkness, or was that a story made up by my mother to steer me clear of the family business?

Soon, I found sleep on my own, shadowed by the company of whoever was lurking in the background.

The sun creeped in through my window between curtains I was sure I had closed last night, but I guess I hadn’t in the rush to sleep. I felt my anxiety ease with the suns glow. The darkness couldn’t overpower me if it wasn’t around to do so. I quickly moved to my desk, opening the letter I had gotten last night that I had neglected to before. If it was of importance, Tetsuro would’ve come knocking on my door earlier this morning. I was thankful he hadn’t, I might’ve killed him if he had.

I ripped the envelope without remorse, chucking the discarded, sticky paper into the bin beside my desk without so much as a glance afterwards. I skimmed through it quickly, getting a description of another group we would be going after tomorrow morning. It was signed and dated intricately, as it always was, and I didn’t bother signing it myself as I slapped it back down onto the desk carelessly.

Tetsuro’s name was signed down at the top like it always was, which was oddly comforting. At least I wouldn’t have to do it alone, even if it was with a partner I couldn’t stand to be around.

That was the lie I told myself every time I read his godforsaken name at the top of every mission I had received.

I slipped out of my room early that morning, jogging around the still empty streets without so much as a care of who was around me, whoever was watching.

Tetsuro hadn’t slept that night either, but for his own reasons that he would be keeping to himself for the rest of his lonely life. He wasn’t proud of himself, but the job told him that he should’ve been.

He was disappointed not only in himself, but in a business that was attempting to take out one of their best employees.

He grumbled as his head finally hit the pillow in the early hours of the morning. He wasn’t proud, but he was grateful that he didn’t have a job the next day, he would at least have time to recover before their next shared mission. He didn’t want to think about it, but it would probably be their last.

Yeah, he really didn’t want to think about that.

His dreams that night were a blur of horrible sights he had collected over the years, except, the only face he could see in any of those sights was yours. It was something he never wanted to witness, and something he knew he’d have to, or he’d lose his own life in response.

He couldn’t determine which outcome he would rather have.

The cold seeped into the safe house like a plague waiting to infect the lot of us. You’d think they would invest in some sort of heating after thirty years of business, but apparently it wasn’t doable.

Either that, or they’d stooped to a new level of carelessness that I hadn’t been smart enough to pick up on.

After a long run, I walked into the board room, plopping down in one of the chairs like I usually did to wait for Tetsuro.

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⊂ content warning ; 400 event 、smau 、summer after high school au 、profanity 、MINIMAL ANGST 、ah kuroo sighs dreamily 、lowkey not proofread.

Kuroo Tetsuro is nothing if not loyal. Whether you text him at six o’clock in the morning, or eleven o’clock at night, he will always answer his phone.

Kuroo Tetsuro is nothing if not loyal. That much is apparent as you watch his car slow to a stop at the edge of the park, a couple yards away from where you're sitting under an awning.

The car shuts off and you hear the door open, but there’s a moment of hesitation before Kuroo actually steps out. He looks at you over the roof of his car and tilts his head. “It’s not raining.”

You smile at him, choosing to ignore the feeling in your stomach that conveniently only happens when he’s around. “I know,” you say with a nod. The wind picks up for a moment and you shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I just wanted you to come enjoy the stars with me.”

Because of the street light right next to his car, you can see him narrow his eyes.

“And I knew you would bring an extra hoodie for me,” you admit with a laugh.

As if on cue, he brings his hand up, revealing a piece of all too familiar red material. He shuts his car door and makes his way over to you, shaking his head as he does so.

“Thank you,” you mumble, reaching for the hoodie. You pull it over your head and don’t worry about how your hair must look. You’ve never had to worry about what you looked like around Kuroo. Whether you were greasy and smelly, or dressed to the nines, you know he’ll always be there.

“So why are you really out here?” He asks, taking a seat next to you. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and looks at you with raised eyebrows. Count on Kuroo to look straight through your facade.

You don’t look back at him, choosing to keep your eyes on the stars. If you look closely, you can make out constellations. You can feel Kuroo’s eyes on the side of your face, but you sigh dreamily and lean forward. “Aren’t the stars beautiful?”

“Y/n.”

“We graduated.” Your eyes don’t move from the stars. “High school is over. Those three years that shaped us as humans— they’re over. We’ll go to university and probably never talk to our friends again. Kenma and Yaku and Lev— we’re probably only to see them every two years at a coincidental grocery store run-in.”

When you look at him, you can feel the tears stinging at your eyes. “I think,” you whisper, “I think I peaked in high school and— and my life is just downhill from here.”

For a long, excruciating moment, Kuroo is silent. He stares into your big, wet eyes and doesn’t say anything. What can only be a couple seconds feels like forever— like taffy being stretched.

An arm wraps around your shoulders and suddenly you’re surrounded by a warmth that is impossible to describe. His smell— leather and something you could never quite place— invades your nostrils, breaking down the barrier that was holding your tears back.

It’s not a lot of tears, but you’re still crying, getting wet spots all over Kuroo’s hoodie— the one he’s wearing, not the one you’re wearing.

You don’t know how long you sit there like that. Long past the end of your tears, his head rests on top of your own, arms wrapped around you.

“We graduated,” Kuroo finally repeats, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen around you. You sniffle and wait for him to continue. “We graduated and we’re going to graduate again. In four years, when we finish university. Our friends will still be here, our family’s will still be here.” He pauses and pulls away from you. “I’ll still be here, idiot.”

You roll your eyes, but can’t stop a smile from forming on your face.

“Come on, Y/n.” He laughs lightly. “You don’t really think that, do you? You really think I’ll ever leave Kenma alone? And Yaku? He’s kept us alive throughout high school, how could we get rid of him now?”

You blink a couple times. Because, yeah, he’s right. You’ll never admit it, but Kuroo is right 50% of the time. “Okay.” You nod and sniffle again, wiping your cheeks with the sleeve of your hoodie. “Thank you, Tetsuro. You’re…” you trail off with a sigh.

“Awesome? Handsome? The best friend in the entire world?” He provides answers, smirking the whole time. When you push his shoulder, groaning, he just laughs at you.

Eventually, the laughter dies down, and you’re left staring at the stars once again. Once again, you can feel Kuroo’s eyes on the inside of your face. You turn to him and furrow your brows. “What?”

He opens his mouth, but stops short, clearing his throat instead. “Uh, nothing.” He shakes his head and looks up at the sky. “The moon looks, uh, pretty tonight. One might say it looks lovely.”

A tingle runs down your spine. You know what that means, but does he know what it means? It’s your turn to stare at the side of his face. The slope of his nose. The freckle that sits on his cheekbone. You want to say something, but your mouth is spectacularly dry.

“Do you—”

“I should take you home,” he interrupts you, standing up. “It’s late and cold and I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Oh,” you say simply. You stare at the spot he was just sitting in and let out a quick breath. “Okay, yeah. Getting late, right.”

You make your way to the car quickly. For a large portion of the car ride, it’s quiet. Music plays in the background because Kuroo can’t drive without it, but neither of you say anything.

Much too quickly, he’s parked down the street from your house. He knows the routine; park right out front and your parents will get suspicious.

“Thanks,” you mumble, reaching for the door handle.

“Y/n.” You stop and turn towards him, hopeful. His brows are pinched together like he’s in pain, almost. “Uh, be… careful on your way in.”

Inhale. Exhale. “Are you fucking with me?” You ask point blank, hand dropping back to your side. You look at him incredulously and laugh. “Do you love me or not?”

“I— What?”

“You said the moon is lovely tonight. Do you— Do you know what that means, or am I being delusional once again?” He swallows so hard you can hear it even over the music. “I… I love you, too. If— If that’s what you’re saying, I mean. If it’s not, we can totally ignore this.”

This time, when you reach for the door, you make a quick escape from the car. You don’t want to be there if Kuroo wasn’t confessing to you.

You hear the car door opened, followed by, “text me! Or I’ll come knock on your door.”

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Kuroo x male reader that's always dressed heavily .. but one day he wears something like those tight sleeveless turtlenecks and kuroo had to double take because he's like “is that rlly my boyfriend?”

i had fun writing this. it is short, so im sorry- i had fun, but it was hard coming up with ideas and trying to incorporate them.

tws: no warnings. just fluff.

Kuroo loved you very much. He adored your sense of humor and the times you shared together. He particularly enjoyed your comfy style- though sometimes he wondered if you were burning up with all of those layers you typically wore. The heat in Tokyo wasn't something to gloss over and he admired your determination to pair long sleeves with baggy pants.

He was so used to you wearing so many layers that when he invited you out on a date together after his Uni classes, he wasn't expecting you to be wearing something as revealing as you were... rather it was revealing for you.

You had decided that today would be the day to wear a black, sleeveless turtleneck and a tighter pair of ripped, black jeans. You looked good. You waltzed into the café, Kuroo's eyes glossing right over you until you sat down in front of him.

"Hey, dude. My boyfriend is gonna be sitting here." Kuroo lazily glances over at you, then back to the door, and finally settling back onto you with wide eyes.

"[N-Name]?! Oh my god, I didn't even recognize you!" Kuroo shoots out of his seat, the chair squeaking against the tiled floor. "Oh-Oh my god."

His eyes trail over your frame, drinking in every inch of skin he could.

"What is it Tetsu?" You blink innocently. "Can I not wear clothing that shows my skin?"

"N-No! That's not it! I just-" He sucks in a breath. "You look fuckin' amazing, baby. I wasn't expecting you to wear this."

You chuckle at this, eyes twinkling as your lovely boyfriend continues to stutter out why he hadn't recognized you and that yes, he does love you! he just-

"Tetsu, my love. It's okay."

The man in question huffs in response, a smile tugging at his lips as he places his hand over yours.