#haikyuu kuroo tetsuro

[semiloml]

cw: dry humping, grinding, cumming in pants, messy and whiny kuroo :p reblogs, comments and likes are really appreciated<33

It starts with a kiss.

Deep, slow, teasing.

Kuroo’s lips move against yours like he’s got all the time in the world, like he’s savoring every second of it—until you grind down against him.

And suddenly, he’s got no patience left.

“Fuck—baby,” he groans, hands gripping your waist like he’s trying not to lose control, fingers digging into your hips as you roll against him again. “What the hell are you doin’ to me?”

His voice is thick, breathy, already wrecked. It’s hot.

But it’s even hotter knowing that you’ve barely even touched him yet.

“Tetsu,” you murmur, feigning innocence as you grind down against him, feeling the hard press of his cock straining against his sweats. “What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”

And he is. His breath shudders, his fingers tightening on your hips as his head falls back against the pillows.

“Fucking hell,” he groans. “You know exactly what you’re doin’.”

Of course, you do.

Because Kuroo might talk a big game—cocky smirks, lazy teasing, acting like he’s always got the upper hand. But right now?

Right now, he’s a fucking mess.

“Look at you,” you hum, rolling your hips again, making sure to drag yourself slowly along the length of him. “All needy and desperate just from this?”

“Shut up—” His words cut off in a whine when you grind down harder, pressing your full weight against his cock.

Oh. Ohhh

That noise? That little, desperate sound?

You need to hear that again.

“Knew you’d be like this,” you purr, leaning down to nip at his jaw, then his ear. “All talk, but the second I get on top of you, you turn into a pathetic little mess.”

“Baby,” he groans, his hips jerking up against yours, chasing the friction like he can’t help himself. “Holy shit, don’t—don’t say stuff like that—”

But he loves it.

His cock twitches beneath you, and you can feel how badly he needs it, how close he is—his breath hitching, his hands trembling as they grip your hips, his thighs tensing beneath you.

“Gonna cum like this?” you tease, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Without me even touching you?”

“Shit—shit, I—fuck—”

Kuroo’s body tenses beneath you, and then—ohhh, fuck.

You feel it. The way his cock throbs against you, the hot, sticky mess he makes inside his sweats as he gasps through it, his head thrown back, his fingers tightening so hard on your hips you know there’ll be bruises tomorrow.

For a second, the only thing you can hear is his ragged breathing.

Then, finally, he opens his eyes, still hazy, still catching his breath.

And you grin.

“Now, do you think you can handle the real thing?” you hum, rocking your hips just a little, making him whimper at the oversensitivity.

His breath stutters, and you can see the way his body twitches with overstimulation—yet his cock still twitches beneath you, hard again already.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me.” he exhales, voice wrecked.

AUTHORS NOTE: sorry for the short break!! I will work on all my requests now!! thank you all for your great support 🙂‍↕️💞

[seumyo]

Hey Eumy~

Hope you are doing well. Could you perhaps do the Instagram post thing for Kuroo Tetsurō?

Anyways have a great day/night~

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[wholemeallbread]

classmate!kuroo would be so annoying to sit in front of.

★ first things first, he always sticks things on your back or messes with your hair. he purposely buys post-it notes for the sole purpose of writing stupid things and putting them in your back. once, he wrote "iodine lutetium vanadium uranium" on one of them, but he refused to elaborate on what it meant.

★ on the rare occasion that you do answer a question, or just picked on by the teacher, he constantly kicks your chair. to everyone else, you just look crazy stuttering over your words and giggling, but it's all his fault. and when you turn around and tell him to stop, he acts innocent. but you know. you can tell from his smirk.

★ somehow, he magically never has a pen or pencils in your shared lessons. and all the pens you do lend him, he never gives them back unless you specifically ask for it. right at the start of the lesson, he asks you for a pen, and then manages to lend one to the person next to him. so he had one this entire time?!

★ and gosh, he's so lucky he's pretty. how could you be angry with him when he genuinely cares about your wellbeing, even if you're not particularly close? he matches your mood; always putting his head down on the desk when you do, and humours your excitement so you don't feel ignored. smiles when you do; as if he finds more satisfaction in seeing your smile instead of other people's laughs. is willing to throw himself under the bus for your sake... yeah, there's many cases of that. he might just be one of the best people to sit in front of.

or maybe it's only you that thinks that?

[httpsleely]

BOYFRIEND TEXTS

synopsis. kuroo tetsurou as your annoying (lovingly) boyfriend

pairings. kuroo tetsurou x reader

genre. fluff, romance, crack, a tiny bit of angst?

others. smau, text-fic, characters! are aged up!, don't mind the grammatical errors

notes. kuroo brain rot again‼️ I'm still alive and yes I'm still planning to continue my smau I'm just too lazy to do so ://

+. i feel like the text with Kenma is misleading 😭 but fyi he stole Kuroo's phone to send that picture of Kuroo to [name]

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[fushiguruuzzzz]

KUROO loves skin to skin contact. it’s not a sexual thing — he sees you as much more than that, but the gentle intimacy of running his calloused hands over the plush expanse of your body is something he longs for every moment he isn’t experiencing it. his hands always find a way to snake beneath your (probably his) hoodie, gently nudging the fabric up and feeling the way your stomach rises and falls with each breath. when he can, he presses his cheek to your chest, the gentle thrum of your heart in your ribs coaxing him into a far less cruel universe, one where it’s just the two of you. his body is a crushing weight, but an undeniably fulfilling pressure as he envelops you in his warmth. his presence is mildly suffocating as is the way he cages you in, but the lack of breath makes your head spin and your pulse quicken just right.

the press of his nose into your neck as he mumbles to you. the squeeze of his palms as he works the stress of the day from your shoulders (which he insists you let him do, no matter how much you insist on being fine, because he knows you need it). and, his favourite of all: peeling his shirt off after a long day and bathing in the silence that comes with your presence.

“mmph…” he hummed, the sound muffled and nearly consumed by your chest. your fingers ghosted over the skin of his back, drawing gentle, barely-there shapes. he shifted, weight pushing you further down into the mattress as if he could possibly be any closer.

“you know,” you began, a hint of fond amusement deep in your tone. “if you put any less distance between us, we might just merge into one.”

I wouldn’t mind that, he thought. he wouldn’t mind your very souls stitching themselves into each other if it meant staying like this forever. he thinks that might already be the case, for now. because yes, tomorrow there is work and stress and the chaos of everyone but you, but today he is comfortable and quiet and goosebumps rack up his spine with every touch — and there is nothing in the world but your humble abode and the love between you. so he smiles, lazy but affectionate nonetheless, and lets out a hot breath against your skin as he speaks.

“that wouldn’t be so bad.”

a/n: do I tag gen taglist in these typa things yeah or nah. also forgive me for not doing recs or thdla im sick so this is what u get

[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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[evamame]

kuroo testurou thinking you’re crying because you’re sad, but you’re actually just eating buldak noodles

“baby? why are you crying?” kuroo asks, walking into the dining room and spotting you sitting in your seat at the table, back facing him.

you hum in question, turning your head to look at him standing in the doorway. when kuroo sees your face, his heart shatters. his features contort into terror at the sight of your eyes lined with tears and snot running down your nose, which you try to contain with obnoxiously loud sniffles. he’s so focused on you that he fails to notice the chopsticks in your hand and the bowl of buldak noodles on the placemat in front of you.

he quickly rushes over and takes a seat in the chair next to you, his warm palm gently cupping your cheek. he rubs his thumb across your cheekbone softly as he speaks with a touch of nervousness and urgency, “what’s wrong? did something happen?”

you shake your head, grabbing a tissue from the box at the center of the table and blowing your nose to get rid of the gross ooze dripping out of your nostrils. you toss the tissue to the side before replying with a hint of confusion, “what do you mean? nothing happened.”

“but, you’re crying. i love you ya know, you can always tell me if something’s wrong,” his voice is laced with lots of concern.

you stifle an airy laugh—the sound on the border of a scoff—despite the burning sensation on your tongue,“kuroo. read the room.”

his brows furrow in confusion, before his eyes stray to the orange sauce staining your lips. it’s at that moment that he looks at the bowl on the table and the utensil in your hand, and he puts two and two together. “oh,” as the realization kicks in, the worry that painted his features is erased, and with it a newfound sense of relief takes its place.

“yeah.”

“you scared me!”

“your fault. you know these noodles always make me cry.”

he chuckles at that, “if they’re so spicy, why do you even eat them? isn’t it painful?”

you give him a knowing grin, “so painful. but they’re delicious.”

“i’m mad you freaked me out like that. i seriously thought something bad happened to you.”

“your reaction was sweet. you’re an idiot, though.”

his voice feigns offense at your words, “you’re so mean! i take back every nice thing i said to you two seconds ago.”

“next time be more observant.”

“hey, you owe me a bite for that comment,” he says as he reaches over to grab the chopsticks out of your hand.

“don’t start crying with me.”

“i won’t. i’m not a wuss like you,” he speaks in between distastefully loud chews, his mouth stuffed full of the “small bite” he took.

“you seemed like a wuss when you broke down at the sight of my tears.”

“hey, that’s enough! do you want me to hate you instead?” he tries his best to sound angry, chopsticks pointed accusingly at you despite it being bad manners, but a laugh seeps through his noodle-muffled words. what an air head.

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[adoresia]

TELL THE ANGELS NO… 💌

February 14th, AKA — Valentine’s Day. I mean it was supposed to be just another ordinary day. That is until you find a letter slipped into your locker. Is this another prank… on Valentine’s Day? Seriously…? I thought secret admirers only appeared in movies.

꣑ৎ NOW FEATURING ★ HAIKYUU :: Oh we’re going old school now? What’s this Letter peaking out of your notebook… who put that there?

KAGEYAMA.T - HINATA.S - NISHINOYA.Y - KENMA.K - KUROO.T - BOKUTO.K

Cupid’s game instructions

FEB 14TH 2025 :: 9:26AM You weren’t expecting to find a little red valentines themed letter slipped under your worksheet today. After furiously scribbling down notes and getting up to demonstrate to the class somehow, it completely escaped your notice that someone had shoved an envelope right under your nose. How did you not see that? More importantly, how did you not see who it was?

Your fingers hover over the envelope, but you hesitate. Who could it be from? Some bored classmate who thought they’d try their hand at romance? Or maybe a new type of prank, like a “romantic mystery” you didn’t sign up for? Maybe it’s just a coupon for a free coffee or something.

With a sigh, you finally grab the envelope and pull it out, unprepared and confused for what lay behind it.

LETTER 01 ★ LETTER 02 ★ LETTER 03

★ LETTER 04 ★ LETTER 05 ★ LETTER 6

[charmolysiz]

head empty just… bassist¡kuroo

bassist¡kuroo who regularly visits the coffee shop you worked in, clad in blank t-shirts and a cocky grin. he certainly did not seem like the type to spend his nights performing in stingy bars, but you were not exactly the picture of someone he would expect to be in the crowd, either. safe to say the both of you were surprised upon meeting eyes, though not an entirely negative phenomenon.

bassist¡kuroo who plays with just a fraction more effort that night, finding his eyes drifting to the sea of people more often than he would like to admit. and every time, without fail, he nearly misses a note when he locks his gaze with yours.

bassist¡kuroo who continues to see you every shift, never bothering to mention the double life you both lead save for implying glances and grins that hold just a bit more wisdom. he just watches you make his drink (which he could care less about, honestly), and wonders how small the world really must be. that or fate, maybe, and he has to refrain from letting himself indulge in such fantasies.

bassist¡kuroo who keeps the receipt containing a scribbled mess that is supposed to be your number in your back pocket all day, and can barely wait to call you the moment he arrives home. his voice is smooth and low and yet somehow nervous as he speaks to you, hoping that he was not fooled.

“kuroo?”

“how many people have you called my name today? be honest.”

definitely him alright.

“only the ones who radiated the energy of a MySpace celebrity from the other line. so, nobody.”

oh, he likes you.

bassist¡kuroo who suspiciously starts asking the band if he could write more songs the more he lets himself love you. he walks with a little more pep in his step, eyes sparkling with more purpose and fondness to not only you but the world that blessed him with your presence. everyone knows; they all see where his eyes linger as he strums the string of his guitar. but they do not comment. they just let him breathe you in, and hope you never disappear from the air.

:: first post on this blog, not my best — i’m half asleep. just love my boy and love the thought of him being a big loser who plays bass ;(

[clawsdevour]

blazing

wc: 0.2k content warning: post-timeskip, kuroo x reader, smut/suggestive, not proofread

୧ ‧₊ ˚ ⋅

the smoldering heat emitting from kuroo's touch spreading all throughout your entire being as it embraces down towards your curves. your mouth stings and puffs as his teeth playfully tease and bite on your rosy lips.

back pressed coldly against the kitchen counter contrasting heavily with the radiating heat between you two. kuroo's big grip and thick fingers around your waist pulled you closer to his body as you continued receiving his love bites.

'wait- it's so hot..' you paused for a second to feel the cool in nestle between the gap.

fingers on his broad tender shoulders, gently squeezing on while his eyes resist hunger and desire as kuroo stares you down to the bone. his lips are swollen but he still managed to lick off the lip gloss left off of you.

backing off, you take off your shirt in one smooth move, letting the cool air touch down onto your skin, leaving you in small shivers until your arms reach back for kuroo's face that's frozen in awe.

accepting your advances, ducking under your chin kuroo's leaving his nasty marks of territory all across the free reign of skin you've given him, eyes locked with yours.

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[fayelero]

— PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ! kuroo tetsuro

➥ pr : kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

➥ syn : he is the first in science while you need a tutoring…it’s serious

➥ wc : 2k

➥ tw : established relationship, insolent reader toward the professor, use of y/n, pure fluff.

➥ a/n : got this idea while listening to Sabrina Carpenter 🤷🏼‍♀️

The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead as the science professor strode through the rows of desks, handing back graded tests. The atmosphere was thick with tension—students exchanged nervous glances, some even holding their breath as they waited to see how they had fared.

You sat near the back of the room, tapping your pen against the edge of your desk with feigned indifference. Science was not your thing, and you’d been fully aware of that while taking the test. It hadn’t stopped you from throwing out half-hearted answers and the occasional snarky comment in the margins just to amuse yourself.

Two rows ahead of you, Kuroo Tetsurō sat with his signature laid-back posture, long legs sprawled out beneath his desk. He looked utterly unbothered, even bored, as though he had already anticipated his grade and found the whole process beneath him. That confidence of his was something else, but it was one of the things you secretly liked about him—though you’d never admit it out loud.

Not here, anyway.

Your relationship with Kuroo was your little secret. Only Kenma knew, and even that was because Kuroo trusted him with just about everything. Kuroo had insisted on keeping things under wraps; he didn’t want his classmates teasing you or, worse, his swarm of admirers targeting you for “stealing their captain.” You hadn’t minded at first—keeping things lowkey had its perks—but sometimes it was hard to sit back and watch him act like the cocky idiot everyone knew without being able to call him out for it.

“Ah, Kuroo,” the professor’s voice broke through your thoughts. The man stopped by Kuroo’s desk, holding up his graded test like it was a trophy. “Another excellent score. Perfect, as always.”

Kuroo accepted the paper with a smirk, holding it up just enough for those nearby to see the big, red 98 at the top. He leaned back further in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head. “What can I say? Science is my thing.”

A few students snickered, and the professor shook his head in amusement before moving on.

Your stomach sank as he got closer to your row. Unlike Kuroo, you had no illusions about how this was going to go.

When he finally reached you, he didn’t just hand over the test. No, he held it up for the class to see, the glaring 27 circled in red practically blinding you.

Science wasn’t your thing, and you’d long since made peace with it. Besides, the grade didn’t matter to you nearly as much as the professor’s insistence on dramatizing every low score like it was the crime of the century.

Professor Iida got his sharp eyes narrowing as he placed your paper face down on your desk. But before he even moved to the next student, he cleared his throat loudly, ensuring all eyes turned toward you.

“Ah, and here we have the perfect example of not applying oneself,” he announced with a scathing tone, holding up your test like it was a piece of incriminating evidence. “This,” he continued, shaking the paper, “is what happens when you don’t care enough to even try. Absolutely abysmal!”

The room broke out in muffled laughter, and you could feel eyes darting your way. It wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this, and while it should’ve embarrassed you, it didn’t. If anything, it irritated you—and maybe gave you a little thrill when you thought about the scathing response you were about to unleash.

You leaned back in your chair with an exaggerated yawn and muttered loud enough for the professor to hear, “Wow, Professor Iida, what a dramatic little speech. Are you grading science or auditioning for a monologue?”

That earned gasps from a few students, but one particular sound caught your attention—a familiar, low chuckle. You turned your head slightly, and there he was: Kuroo Tetsuro, sitting a few rows back, slouched in his chair like he had all the time in the world.

He was staring right at you, of course. His amber eyes glimmered with mischief, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he tried to suppress his amusement. It wasn’t working—his grin was unmistakable, teasing, and undeniably smug. He knew exactly what you were doing, and damn him, he was enjoying it.

You shot him a pointed glare, mouthing What? but all you got in return was a slow raise of his eyebrows and a subtle tilt of his head, as if to say, Don’t mind me. I’m just admiring your work.

“Miss l/n,” Professor Iida’s voice snapped you back to reality, sharp as a whip, “if you spent as much time studying as you do coming up with your insolent remarks, perhaps you wouldn’t be at the bottom of the class.”

You crossed your arms, still feeling the heat of Kuroo’s gaze on the side of your face. “Maybe if you made the material more interesting, I wouldn’t fall asleep halfway through,” you shot back, your tone dripping with feigned innocence.

The class erupted in scattered laughter, and for a moment, you thought the professor might actually combust. Before he could yell, though, someone else drew the attention of the room—Kuroo. He leaned back further in his chair and coughed loudly, his smirk now impossible to miss. His eyes glinted as he looked directly at you, completely unbothered by the professor’s impending wrath.

That teasing look—half admiration, half you’re gonna get in so much trouble—had your blood heating for all the wrong reasons.

You turned fully to glare at him, mouthing, Stop laughing, but Kuroo didn’t. If anything, his grin widened, and he gave you an exaggerated shrug, his expression so smug you wanted to throw your pen at him. It didn’t help that a few of the girls sitting near him noticed and giggled, already whispering about whatever “joke” he seemed to be in on.

“Mr. Kuroo!” Professor Iida barked suddenly, his voice sharp enough to cut through the tension. “Do you find this amusing?”

Kuroo straightened slightly, his face the picture of faux innocence. “Not at all, sir. I was just thinking how lucky y/n is to get such personalized attention. It’s a rare privilege.”

You almost choked, your eyes snapping back to him. He didn’t even look at you this time—his focus was solely on the professor, his face carefully blank except for the faintest upward curve of his lips.

“Well,” Professor Iida said, narrowing his eyes at Kuroo before turning back to you, “perhaps you’re right, Mr. Kuroo. And since you seem so invested, you’ll be the one responsible for tutoring Miss l/n until she can pass a science exam without embarrassing the both of us.”

The silence in the classroom was deafening. Your stomach sank, but not because you cared about the grade. You knew exactly what kind of opportunity this would be for Kuroo to tease you endlessly. And judging by the gleam in his eyes when he finally turned to look at you again, so did he.

You slumped back in your chair and groaned, muttering under your breath, “Great. Just what I needed.”

But Kuroo only smiled wider, his gaze trailing after you like a hunter zeroing in on its prey. Oh, he was going to have so much fun with this.

—

The quiet hum of the library felt suffocating as you sat across from Kuroo, the table between you littered with books, notes, and a dreaded stack of practice problems. You leaned back in your chair, tapping your pen against the edge of the desk in a slow, deliberate rhythm, while Kuroo ignored you completely, eyes glued to the textbook in his hands.

“Alright, baby,” he said without looking up, his tone calm but filled with that ever-present teasing edge. “We’re starting with the basics, because judging by that test of yours, I’d say you skipped straight to advanced slacking.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning forward to rest your chin in your palm as you stared at him. “You’re so dramatic, Tetsu,” you murmured, your voice deliberately soft and honeyed. “We both know this is pointless. I’m just going to fail again so Professor Iida can keep yelling at me.”

That finally earned you his attention. He placed the textbook down and fixed you with one of those smirking, knowing looks that always managed to leave you simultaneously irritated and flustered. “First of all,” he started, leaning forward to close some of the distance between you, “you’re not failing. Not on my watch.”

You tilted your head, letting a sly smile creep onto your lips. “Your watch? That sounds serious, Tetsu. You wouldn’t want your girlfriend dragging down your stellar reputation, would you?”

He huffed a soft laugh, his amber eyes glinting as they scanned your face. “You’re not dragging me down, babe. If anything, you keep things interesting.”

You decided to push your luck, leaning forward even further so that your elbows rested on the table, your face now far too close to his. “Interesting, huh? Is that what I am to you?” Your voice dipped lower as you traced the edge of your notebook absentmindedly with your finger. “You know, I was thinking we could use this time for something… more fun.”

Kuroo didn’t flinch, though the twitch of his jaw betrayed him. “Oh, I’m sure you were,” he muttered, his tone light but his gaze sharp as he straightened in his chair. “But that’s not how this works. You’ve got problems to solve.”

You bit back a laugh and raised an eyebrow. “I have you to solve my problems. That’s why we’re here, isn’t it, baby?” You emphasized the pet name, watching the faintest hint of color rise to his cheeks.

He didn’t falter, though. “Oh, I’m solving your problems, alright,” he quipped, flipping open the notebook and tapping a practice problem with the butt of his pen. “And the first one is figuring out how to calculate molar mass without staring at me like I’m the periodic table of elements.”

You blinked at him, momentarily caught off guard. “Did you just—”

“Make a science joke? Yep,” he said smugly, leaning back with his arms crossed, clearly pleased with himself.

You groaned, running a hand down your face. “Tetsuro, you’re killing me. You’re supposed to be my boyfriend, not my torturer.”

“Wrong. Right now, I’m your tutor. So…” He gestured to the paper again, his smirk widening. “Work, baby.”

The sound of his teasing tone—throwing your own nickname back at you—was enough to spark your defiance again. You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “You’re really going to make me do this, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Fine.”

You stood abruptly, and before he could react, you rounded the table and slid into the chair beside him. Kuroo’s smirk faltered for a split second as you closed the distance between you, leaning in so that your faces were barely inches apart. His lips parted slightly, as if to say something, but he didn’t get the chance.

You kissed him.

It wasn’t soft or fleeting—it was intentional, a slow press of your lips against his, your hand gently resting on his jaw to keep him in place. For a moment, the library and the books and the stupid practice problems all melted away. You felt the way his breath hitched, the way his body tensed before relaxing into yours, and when you pulled back, his stunned expression sent a thrill of satisfaction through you.

“There,” you whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of his face with your fingertips. “That’s so much more fun than solving equations, don’t you think?”

Kuroo blinked, and for a moment, you thought you’d won. Then, slowly, his expression shifted back to that infuriatingly confident smirk. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping an octave as he murmured, “You think that’s going to get you out of this?”

You stared at him, your confidence wavering as he plucked the pen from your hand and placed it firmly back on the table.

“Nice try, babe,” he said, his tone low and teasing, “but you’ve got ten more problems to finish before I let you distract me like that again.”

Your mouth fell open, and he grinned wider, sitting back with an air of victory.

“Now get to work,” he said smoothly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Unless, of course, you’d rather earn another lecture from Iida.”

“Tetsurooo…”, you groaned, dropping your head into your hands. Kuroo Tetsuro, the smug genius and your secret boyfriend, was going to be the death of you.

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[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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[kawoala]

howdy!!!! i’d like to place my order at meeyas diner.

mm, for a burger, could I get haikyuu + kuroo tetsuro? (surprise)

sides, hm… could I get something silly and sweet, like curling up on the couch, brushing teeth together, etc??? just domestic shenanigans.

for a drink, i’d like roommates to lovers, if it’s in stock. also, could I get that traditional? thanks! mwah mwah (also this event is sooo freaking cute btw)

HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE; kuroo tetsuro. burger—haikyuu. drink—roommates to lovers.

contents word count ; 855. sickfic. howl’s moving castle mentioned. kuroo is a good friend. also yaku + kenma mentioned.

authors notes LOVE ME A GOOD SICKFIC!! idk if i made kuroo like. accurate but i tried my hardest!! i was going to include a confession at first, but it kind of just went the it went yk? had a mind of its own.

KUROO TETSURO is nothing if not a good person. you’ve only known him for about two years, lived with him for even less, and yet you know that he’s a good person.

he’s the kind of friend to show up at your job with a bento full of your favorite food, the practice excuse of i was nearby rolling off his tongue easily. yaku had been having a hard time adjusting to his new university team, and kuroo really wanted him to make some friends, so he made enough for yaku to share.

he’s also the kind of friend to show up to your apartment unannounced, groceries in hand, ready to make dinner. kenma had been doing his annual 24-hour stream and kuroo noticed he was strictly eating ramen. you’d been creeping on the comment as kuroo was cooking, and they were filled with feral teenage girls talking about how good his forearms looked with his sleeves rolled up.

and, thankfully, he’s the kind of friend to call off work the second he notices you’re sick—even if you beg him not to. today, his counter argument was, “i don’t even wanna go to work, though. plus, i think i’m getting a little warm. feel my forehead; do i have a fever? oh god, i can feel it settling in, y/n. death, knocking at my door.”

and then he flopped down on you, draping his arm over his eyes in a dramatic gesture. 

so, now, you’re here; curled up on the couch, shared blanket pulled up to your chin, howl’s moving castle playing on the TV. kuroo sits beside you, work clothes long gone, replaced by his favorite hoodie and a pair of sweats. early, you’d briefly wondered how he could look good even in clothes like that, but shook the thought away quickly.

you can not be thinking of your roommate like that.

an empty bowl that once had soup in it sits abandoned on the coffee table, along with two mugs of tea. you didn’t want him to stay home at first, but after getting special treatment, you’re glad he did. 

you haven’t been watching the movie for long. sophie is just now meeting howl again, a scene that didn’t make sense to you the first time you watched it, but did after watching it again. you glance over at kuroo again—you’ve tried to stop, but can’t—and notice his brows are furrowed.

you nudge him with your foot until he looks over, face relaxing into a small smile. you tilt your head. “why do you look so confused?” you ask, voice raspy and thick with sickness.

he glances at the TV, then back at you. “why did howl do that? like, pretend to be sophie’s boyfriend or husband, or whatever?” he gestures vaguely with his hand. “couldn’t he have just been, like, ‘hey, stop messing with that girl,’ or something?”

“what? no, of course not. that scene practically makes the whole movie. haven’t you ever watched this before?” it’s your turn to furrow your brows.

he simply shakes his head and your jaw drops. you sit up properly now, blanket falling off the too half of your torso. “what? what are you talking about?” he awkwardly looks to the side. “you’ve never watched this? howl’s moving castle—never watched it?”

again, he shakes his head. “never,” he confirms. “i’ve heard of it, because of you, but i’ve never had the chance to watch it.” he pauses, then smirks and shrugs. “too much big boy work to do, i guess.”

you narrow your eyes for a moment, then playfully roll them. you settle back into your spot again, adjusting the blanket once more, and sigh. “that was sexist. also, i watched it when i was a kid.”

“hey, that was not sexist, c��mon.” you can tell he’s trying to get your attention again—he always sounds the same when trying to get someones attention. “hello-o-o,” he sings out, leaning closer to you.

you still don’t answer him, opting to stare at the screen of the TV. you’re not really paying attention to it, but you hope you at least look like you are.

the couch dips right beside you and kuroo is suddenly hovering over you, staring at the side of your face. “i want being sexist,” he says. “i love women.”

“oh, please.” you almost snort. “you haven’t been on a date for, like, four months.”

all you get is a hum in response. he plops back down with a sigh and you keep your eyes on the TV. after a beat of silence, you look over at him.

“hey.” again, you nudge him with your foot. “thanks for staying home today. and making food for me. i really appreciate you.”

for a solid second, the look in his eyes is unreadable. usually, you can tell what he’s thinking like he’s speaking into your mind himself—it’s been that way since you first moved in together. something just clicked between you two. but now, you can’t tell.

“yeah, whatever.” he laughs and shoves your legs away playfully, not bothering to fight the smile on his face.

[itadoring]

The rhythmic thud of the volleyball against the polished gym floor echoed through the empty space, each bounce reverberating in your chest. It was late—well past the usual practice hours. The team had cleared out, the lights overhead casting long, eerie shadows. Yet, Kuroo Tetsurō remained.

And so did you.

You hadn’t planned to be here, but something about the sight of him practicing alone had drawn you in. It always did. There was something mesmerizing about the way he moved—controlled, precise, like he was playing a game only he knew the rules to. His sharp eyes were focused, his breath measured, the usual cocky grin absent from his face.

You sat on the bleachers, knees pulled to your chest, watching. The air felt heavy, charged with something unspoken.

“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” you said softly, your voice barely carrying over the sound of the ball colliding with the floor.

Kuroo didn’t respond.

He tossed the ball up again, fingers brushing over the surface before spiking it with force. It hit the floor with a loud crack, rolling toward the far end of the court. His shoulders tensed, his jaw clenched.

“You don’t have to do this,” you tried again, your fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater. “You’re already—”

“Already what?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the space between you.

You hesitated. “Already good enough.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Kuroo turned slowly, his expression unreadable. His dark eyes locked onto yours, and something in his gaze made your stomach twist. Not the usual mischief. Not amusement. Something colder.

Then, without warning, he hurled the volleyball toward you.

Your breath hitched, your muscles locking in place as the ball cut through the air like a bullet. It was too fast, too precise—aimed directly at you.

But at the last second, it veered off, missing you by inches.

It smacked against the metal bleachers with a loud clang, bouncing away before rolling to a stop.

Your heart pounded against your ribs.

Kuroo tilted his head, his lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smirk. “You flinched.”

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing. “You threw a ball at me.”

“Did I?” He stepped closer, his long strides unhurried, his gaze never leaving yours. He stopped just a few feet away, close enough that you could see the way his fingers twitched, like he was still holding the weight of the ball in his hands.

“You missed,” you whispered.

He exhaled a sharp laugh, running a hand through his messy black hair. “Did I?”

The repetition made your stomach knot.

He had missed. On purpose. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that he had wanted you to react. He had wanted to see something—fear, maybe. Or something else.

Your body was still tense, hands curled into your sweater as you tried to process what had just happened. The lingering adrenaline made your fingers tremble slightly, but you forced them still.

“You think I’m good enough?” His voice was quieter now, but there was an edge to it, something simmering just beneath the surface.

“I do,” you said, and for the first time, your voice didn’t waver.

Kuroo studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, just as quickly as the moment had turned sharp, the edges softened.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re too easy, you know that?”

The words sliced through you before you even had time to process them.

Too easy.

It was such a simple phrase, but it twisted in your chest like a knife.

Too easy to fool. Too easy to keep waiting. Too easy to pull in, just to let go.

Your stomach tightened as the words settled in, weighing heavier than they should have. Maybe it was because, deep down, you had already thought them yourself. You had wondered if you were too desperate for his attention, too quick to forgive the way he played with your emotions. Too willing to believe that maybe, just maybe, you meant something more to him than just another source of entertainment.

Kuroo wasn’t cruel, not in the traditional sense. He didn’t insult you outright, didn’t belittle you in obvious ways. But he had a way of choosing his words carefully, of making them linger just long enough to make you question yourself.

Your chest ached with the weight of it.

Your fingers clenched around the fabric of your sweater, nails pressing into your palms. You wanted to say something, anything, to defend yourself. But what could you say? That you weren’t easy? That you didn’t hang onto his words like they meant something? That every time he looked at you, you didn’t overanalyze every flicker of emotion behind his hazel eyes?

Lying wouldn’t change the truth.

Kuroo reached down, grabbing the ball from where it had settled. He spun it in his hands, his fingers tracing the grooves absentmindedly.

“You should go home,” he said, his voice lighter now, almost dismissive. “It’s late.”

You hesitated, but he didn’t even look up at you this time.

Something in your chest cracked.

“That’s all?” The words left your lips before you could stop them.

Kuroo let out a short chuckle. “What else do you want, kitten? A love confession?”

Your breath caught.

The way he said it, the way the word kitten rolled off his tongue so effortlessly—it was mocking. Like he was laughing at you.

Your fingers curled into fists. “I just… I don’t get why you keep me around if all you’re going to do is push me away.”

Kuroo finally looked up at you, but there was something unreadable in his gaze. Something that made your skin prickle.

His lips parted, like he was going to say something real—something that might finally give you an answer. But then, just as quickly, the moment passed.

He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Man, you’re bad at this.”

Your throat tightened. “Bad at what?”

Kuroo smirked. “Keeping up.”

The air left your lungs.

Keeping up. Like this was a game. Like you were supposed to just know how to play, how to read between the lines, how to navigate the sharp edges of his words without getting cut.

But you didn’t. You never had.

And Kuroo knew that.

“You really are something else,” he mused, tossing the ball up and catching it again. His tone was light, almost amused, but the weight of his words crushed you. “It’s kind of cute, honestly.”

Your stomach twisted.

You weren’t sure which part of that sentence hurt more—the fact that he thought you were something else, or the fact that he called it cute, like it was funny. Like it was just another quirk of yours, something to be teased about, something to be entertained by.

Kuroo sighed, rolling his shoulders. “But really, you should head home. I’d hate to keep you out too late.”

That was it.

Like you hadn’t just stood here, feeling your chest tighten with every word. Like he hadn’t just thrown a ball at you to see you flinch. Like you weren’t trying to understand him and failing every single time.

Your throat burned, but you nodded. Because what else could you do?

Because Kuroo Tetsurō played games.

And no matter how much you wanted to believe otherwise, you were just another piece on his board.

[fushiguruuzzzz]

THE HUNDRED DOLLAR LOVE AFFAIR

After picking up a job at the local pet shop, you learn very quickly that your coworker is a pest you can’t shake all that easily. When he grows to believe he could have you wrapped around his finger if he tried, he’s even bold enough to make a bet on it. Unfortunately, he won a long time ago.

TETSURO KUROO X F!READER

𐔌 . ⋮ CONTENTS ◞ smau hybrid, implied to take place in the summer after grad, friends to lovers, I’m not in college so likely inaccurate descriptions, miscommunication, probably somewhat ooc, (light?) angst, reader has parental issues, reader jumps to conclusions (she is me), they’re all just really stupid like I’m pissed off and I haven’t even written it yet, alcohol usage, crude humour, foul language, individual chapters have specific warnings, 🏷️ denotes written parts

MOODBOARD | PLAYLIST

𐔌 . ⋮ MEET THE EMPLOYEES <- [collective intros]

◞ YN LN :: fuzzy socks, late nights spent staring at the ceiling, Things to Do by Alex G, loving like a cat, humming lullabies to a loved one, a wardrobe filled with everyone’s clothes but your own, indirect displays of love, whispering “I love you” when you think they’re asleep, caramel, everything or nothing

◞ TETSURO KUROO :: messy hair, teasing, car rides, cheesy singing and using a hairbrush as a microphone, lying your head in your lovers lap, playful boasting, the sidewalk rule, looking for them in a crowd, sparing others emotions at the cost of your own, becoming a mentor to everyone you meet, determination

⌗ CHAPTER 00 | kitty cat

⤷ let’s take it back to the beginning…

⌗ CHAPTER 01 | kuroos out the window 🏷️

⤷ the new beginning… of the end?

⌗ CHAPTER 02 | son in law

⤷ he’s got a brain worth killing for, that’s for sure.

⌗ CHAPTER 03 | common beggar 🏷️

⤷ …or maybe not.

⌗ CHAPTER 04 | plotting

⤷ kuroo is a protein bar dealer..?

⌗ CHAPTER 05 | alternative strategies

⤷ tetsuro kuroo (23) 🌽⭐️

⌗ CHAPTER 06 | home depot

⤷ maybe he isn’t completely oblivious.

⌗ CHAPTER 07 | right side of the sidewalk 🏷️

⤷ get an umbrella and stop being in love. ew.

⌗ CHAPTER 08 | maurice

⤷ STOP RUNNING WITH SHARP OBJECTS ALL OF YOU

⌗ CHAPTER 09 |

⤷ tba

⌗ CHAPTER 10 |

⤷ tba

STATUS ◞ ongoing TAGLIST ◞ open :: 39/50

⤷ @adoresia @kawoala @sahrii @angeleilee (<- asked to be tagged. Extended taglist will not be tagged on the masterpost.)

General tags (only for mlist): @sh0ot1ngst4r @azinniyaa @kashee-h @fiannee @lizbix @aldebrana @laaalaaaloooppppsiiieeeee

❝ Made up a game . No pain, no gain . Until you break . Make no mistake . I will pull it together . You can love me . Forever and ever ❞

a/n — FINALLY. been in the drafts since the Kilby girl masterlist was first posted and it’s been staring at me longingly ever since, i could feel it. I did project on this one a lot haha… haha… sorry

P.S. Posting schedule will be worked out in the future <3