#sfwhaikyuu.hc

[aitarose]

Ooh okay. Like I had this idea in my head where the haikyuu boys (doesn’t have to be just kuroo could be anyone you want) practicing with their s/o and teaching them new stuff or smthing like that. ( sorry if this is a lot, I was just excited you answered but I dont wanna seem pushy and you mostly write for nsfw as far as I know so you dont really have to write it :P )

· ꒰ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ ◌ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji, bokuto koutarou, suna rintarou 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒. sfw, gn reader, established relationship, classmates to lovers, fluff, making out, kissing, inaccurate descriptions of volleyball (idfk this sport) 𝚳𝚬𝐒𝐒𝚨𝐆𝚬. i stole @/kazudon’s divider for this, my little maknae <3 love u sorry i’m too lazy to make my own ajskdlfj

· ꒰ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔

he’s a natural teacher who wants nothing more than the person he loves most to have an equal appreciation for his livelihood. any chance he gets, he’s talking about the last game or practice that nekoma just partook in - so much that it’s nearly all you hear about - volleyball this, volleyball that, you’re sick of it. so, after weeks and weeks of him deliberately annoying you - you agree to play with him. one practice is all you give him, two hours in the gymnasium where he can call out all the plays, terms, and phrases he can think of - and you think this is going to be it. little did you know how much love you’d gain for the silly little sport.

“okay, baby.” kuroo stands opposite to you. the net divides your face from his, yet you can still so clearly see the twinkle in his dark eyes. the wisps of his black hair blend with the threads of the net - abstract and perpendicular lines meshing with one another in a perfect chaos that is so kuroo. “what you’re going to do is hit the ball as hard as you can when i toss it over the net. slam it down on my face for all i care, just don’t let me block it. got it?”

“you’re sure about this?” you grimace at the thought of a bright red bruise dawning your boyfriend’s handsome face. sure, he was one of the most attractive people you’ve ever laid your eyes on - but that didn’t mean he was completely invincible to tough skin and break outs. a volleyball to the face was sure to leave a mark, and you’d likely be the one nursing his overdramatic-self back to health. he nods his head, eyes on the prize as you begrudgingly get into position. “alright, tetsu. you asked for it.”

and at the end of your sentence, he tosses it up. the sphere spirals through the air, looking like a snowball at primary school recess, and comes heading your way. you jump up with ease, having had prior experience in the sports department due to nekoma’s rigorous gym courses that had been required from the years before, and feel a rush of adrenaline rise to your cheeks at the feeling of the light leather against your palm. the ball stays within your touch for a split second, before slamming down to the ground beside kuroo’s right foot.

“what the hell? that was so good!”

kuroo’s mouth is agape. his arms dangling at his sides in distress over the realization that you’re naturally gifted in the spiking department. even he hadn’t had such success his first time spiking - and while perhaps it had been his complete faith in you not being able to work your way around his large body, you’d still just beaten him at his own game. you’re a complete natural - and boy, did he find that so hot.

“really?” you exclaim, rushing towards the middle of the court, and stopping once you reach the net. he meets you in the center, lacing his hands with yours through the woven knots, and presses his forehead forwards. a soft smile dawns his face, the gentleness in his eyes is so comforting beneath the fluorescent lights - to which he then steals a kiss.

when his lips meet yours in a perfect mix of passion and longing, it reminds you of the nights where he’d twirl you beneath his arm - the sparkle in his irises shining bright with love, showing how meaningful you are to him. the kiss goes on as the rest of the world drowns into silence. your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks and you surge for more - completely forgetting the key detail of the volleyball net dividing you.

“oh, shit!” kuroo exclaims as he realizes his fingers are tangled in the wired web. “babe, can you help me out here?” 

what he doesn’t realize is how utterly ridiculous he looks. his six foot self standing helpless with puppy dog eyes - begging for the love of his life to come to his aid. you’re his night in shining armor, and he’s the damsel in distress - it’s so unbelievable that it just works. “c’mere, you big baby.” you snort and reach for the ties, palm extended to which he presses a quick kiss to the back of it. “hey! untangle first, kiss later!”

· ꒰ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ 𝐎𝚰𝚱𝚨𝐖𝚨 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔

while he does have a large streak of perfectionism and ambition, that doesn’t make him in any way a controlling teacher - only when it comes to you, that is. he’s nothing but surprised when you first tell him that you want him to teach you how to set, and the gears turn in his head of all of the possibilities that could come from you learning the basics of volleyball. you’d be able to talk about the gameplay, spend time going to professional matches, and have an actual opinion when he asks you whether or not his performance during the latest game was good - the list is practically endless. so, with stars in his eyes, he agrees wholeheartedly to become your very own personal coach. 

“does this look right, tooru?” you spin your neck to the side, catching his gaze while the ball lays flat in your palm. your dominant hand is raised behind you, preparing to make action whenever its target becomes air born - and your boyfriend nods his head. he reaches towards you, adjusting your position slightly, before giving you a confident thumbs up. “alright, here i go.”

you jump, the soles of your sneakers leaving the hardwood floor, and boosting your weight upwards in order to gain more momentum. the volleyball goes flying across the gym, hurdling its way to the opposing team’s usual side, before diving right into the laces of the wired netting. it’s almost painful - the sad sound of the ball bouncing lightly on the ground - and the shocked gape of your mouth sends oikawa spiraling into a fit of giggles. 

“hey! give me a break! that was my first try!” the former grin on your face morphs into a pout. your lips pucker with a frown, which just propels your boyfriend’s humor further. “tooru! if you don’t stop laughing, i’m going to hit you next! forget the net, you’re my new target!” 

he’s doubled over, laughter consuming his entire body as you reach for another ball. the weight feels more comfortable in your hands now, as if that first terrible throw has given you some sort of super power, and you smirk. in an instant, you’re left with nothing and the ball flies away from you - straight for his bright red cheeks that are glowing like neon lights in the midst of the city night. “baby! did you do that on purpose?” 

“you just started a war.” he grumbles, a sinister smile on his face while he gathers the balls at his feet, and begins to hurl them one-by-one. there isn’t room for you to breathe. it’s as if the onslaught of leather weaponry is never-ending. oikawa doesn’t even take a moment to pause between attacks, he just keeps going again-and-again - his new livelihood is hitting your thighs with the balls - never once targeting your pretty face, as he’d never want his perfect person to be bruised. 

“okay! okay! that’s enough!” you exclaim with your palms facing outwards, doing their best to cover your face from the war-zone. “you’ve got me in a bind! you win!”

“i win?” his ears perk up. he looks as if he’s a puppy being asked to go for a walk or a child on christmas morning. the balls he’s gathered immediately fall from his arms, bouncing in asynchrony as he surges towards you - purpose in his steps like a man on a mission. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him with such glee. “care to give me my prize, darling?”

“and what might that be?” you purse your lips, crossing your arms as you do so. “what could you possibly want in return for attacking me, you big idiot?” 

oikawa smiles, really smiles. the whites of his teeth are blinding, similar to the sunshine that showered down on the two of you during the sunrises you watch together every sunday morning. his fingers dance across your cheeks, gracing the skin of your nose and eyelids as if you’re porcelain - and he leans in. 

“this is all i want, baby.”

with his words, he presses a soft kiss to your lips - savoring the your taste as he deepens the act of love. you can feel him pouring his emotions into you - his happiness, excitement, and passion that he feels for you and volleyball - his two favorite things in the entire world. you feel content. so content that you don’t think it can get much better than this. he’s all you need, him and the inevitable future where he’s always going to be holding your hand.

· ꒰ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ 𝚨𝚱𝚨𝚨𝐒𝚮𝚰 𝚱𝚬𝚰𝐉𝚰 

he’s not shocked when you tell him that you’d like to learn more about his favorite sport. after all, it’s one of the only things he’s passionate about - you’ve never heard him speak about anything quite like how he does with volleyball - and after so many hours of listening to him ramble on-and-on about it, you figure it’s time for you to learn, yourself. “care to give me some private lessons?” is what you said to him one night while you were laying together on the couch, and he nearly falls off at how out of the blue it is, but he agrees - why would he not? he gets to mix his two favorite things, you and fukurodani’s team - it’s a perfect world, and he’s blessed to be living in it. 

“you made a lot of good progress today. ‘m really proud of you.” his voice is soft as he watches you gather the spare balls that had flown out of bounds throughout the entirety of your two-hour long practice. akaashi doesn’t think he’s ever seen you so dedicated to learning something - even with your own passions, there was a sense of determination with volleyball that drove you to push yourself further than he thought you would. “did you like it, beautiful?”

you smile gently. a nod bobs your head up and down, confirming that you had a great time today. the sound of your steps approach him, your arms falling to your sides as you drop the stack of volleyballs into the cart that he’d stolen from the equipment room. “i loved it, keiji.” the sound of your voice perks his ears and the delighted tone makes his heart warm another two degrees. “we should make this a weekly thing. every wednesday, perhaps? or whenever you want another person to shoot on you? i’d be perfectly willing to.”

it’s as if you’re reading his mind. every word that drips from your beautiful lips leaves him wanting more. there’s no doubt in his mind now that you’re his perfect match. in all his time dating, he’s never been with someone who shares his appreciation for volleyball - his exes have always considered it to be a burden with the amount of time he’d spend in the gym rather with them. he sees you in an entirely new light, now - and you look angelic in the dimming lights of the gymnasium. 

without any words, he grabs you by your forearm. you yelp in surprise at the sudden force, and nearly trip over your own feet as he spins you into his embrace. akaashi seems to be in his own world - focusing on nothing, yet on everything at the exact same time. he doesn’t even give you time to think, before he’s kissing you. there’s passion in his lips - as if he’s trying to communicate all of his feelings into this one little act that he’s done so many times before. 

“i love you so much.” he whispers against your lips. “never loved anyone like you.”

your heart burns ten times brighter at his confession, having never heard it before. you’ve only been dating for half a year and akaashi was one to move slowly with his feelings - so, you’ve given him as much time as he needs to get to that level with you. he’s been extremely appreciative, of course - and his face showed simple shock when you’d told him those very words two months ago - but he hadn’t been able to respond. 

“keiji.” you rest your forehead against his as he presses a butterfly kiss to your nose. “thank you.” 

“‘m going to tell you that every day now, i hope you know that.” he smiles against your lips, wanting more and more of your taste. his calloused palm cups your cheek and pulls your back once more, capturing your mouth with his, and deepening the passionate embrace that you share. “i love you. i love you. i love you.”

you’re on cloud-nine. the rapid beat of your heart is pioneering your love further and further into the sky, cementing the place that akaashi has in your chest, and pouring hot oil onto the fire that burns for him. “if you say it that much, you’re going to grow tired of it.” you laugh and exert your happiness into the atmosphere around you. 

“you’re always going to be my everything, gorgeous.” he murmurs, hugging you tightly. “you and volleyball, of course.”

· ꒰ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ 𝐁𝐎𝚱𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝚱𝐎𝐔𝐓𝚨𝐑𝐎𝐔

the smile on his face is bigger than anything you’ve ever seen when you utter those three little words. “teach me, kou.” in that moment, he grabs your hand, drags you down to the gymnasium locker rooms, and places his favorite practice jersey in your hands. the look in his eyes is one of adoration as you drape the fabric over your shoulders, admiring how it looks on your frame, and noticing just how beautiful you truly are - he’s so in love with you it consumes him. “you ready to go, baby?” he asks you, raising his thick brows. “it’s you and me from here on out. you. me. and this ball right here.” with those words, the bond between you becomes tons stronger - and it’ll become stronger as the days go on.

“you did a great job today!” bokuto shouts, the booming sound of his voice echoes as you give him a high five. it’s your third or fourth time practicing with him, having enjoyed your first session so much - and you’re actually somewhat getting the hang of it. so far, he’s been having you play his position - assuming that you’d like to be the oh-so-powerful ace between the two of you - and he’s gotten one too many volleyballs to the face to be so happy. “making me the proudest boyfriend there is, baby.” 

with a large grin on your face, you slap your palms on his cheeks and pull his face to yours. he winces at the feeling of your forehead slamming against his own, and sends a small pout your way at the small pain - but no matter, you were about to kiss his booboos away, anyways. “c’mere, big guy.” you whisper, bearing your teeth at him and giving him a toothy kiss. “gotta show my appreciation for my fantastic coach.” 

he quirks his head to the side and gladly reciprocates your kiss. you can feel his lips moving in tandem with your own, pushing and pulling with every ounce of passion he has. there’s a small moment where his tongue slips into your mouth - savoring the flavor of your taste and letting you have him in the small entirety he was allowed to give you in the public gym. you smile against his mouth, attempting to become even closer to him than you were before - but then again, you were already all over each other and any closer would be publicly indecent.

“are you guys seriously making out, right now?” akaashi’s monotone voice calls out from behind you and you jump at the sudden sound. it was as if he appeared out of thin air, you both having totally forgotten that he was still packing up his things and heading out for the night. “i get it, you love each other and whatever - but i really don’t need to see it.”

“keep it in the bedroom, guys.” he continues, shooting a short glare in bokuto’s direction. he’s had enough of your shared antics. “- or at least out of my face.”

your boyfriend throws his head back in laughter, shooting an hand up to his temple in a mock salute as akaashi rolls his eyes and heads towards the exit doors. with the quickening disappearance of his figure, your boyfriend wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you with glee. he spins you around in a large circle, listening intently as you laugh at the sight of your legs dangling like helicopter wings - and sets you down in a gentle ‘plop’. 

“that stays in the bedroom.” bokuto grumbles, mimicking akaashi’s tone with his hands placed on his hips in fake disgust. he continues muttering incoherent sentences as you giggle at his mocking tone, and pretends to stalk off towards the doors, just as his best friend had moments before. “when’s he’s going to cave and just accept us as we are, baby? it’s you and me against the world, and i’d have it no other way.”

“dunno, kou.” you reply, reaching out and lacing your fingers with his. he swings your arms in waves - beaming as you skip with childlike excitement - and completely forgets how you’d been trying to pick up the gym from your earlier practice. without locking everything up, he lifts you in his arms - bridal style- and carries you out of the gym. he knows hell get a mouthful about it when monday comes around, but for now it doesn’t matter.

only you do. you’ll always matter most to him. 

· ꒰ ⊹ ˖ ࣪ 𝐒𝐔𝚴𝚨 𝐑𝚰𝚴𝐓𝚨𝐑𝐎𝐔

at first, he hadn’t been too thrilled at your suggestion that he teach you how to play. after all, you were just one of his classmates that he’d see every third period in his english language class - and he wasn’t going to lie, he paid no attention to you, at all. yet, for some reason, he agrees to your proposal - and he was so glad he did. the two of you just click for some odd reason. perhaps it’s the way you cheer for yourself every time you make the ball in bounds or how you compliment his teaching techniques when it’s just the littlest things - but he can feel himself falling for you each and every day. you’re not just a stranger anymore, you’re someone he’s genuinely grateful for - and his heart can atone to that. 

“your hair looks nice today, rin.” you quip, bouncing behind him with each step you take. he can’t help but notice how you’re even more energetic than usual, today. sure, you’re constantly bouncing off the walls with excitement - mostly from the daily realization that the suna rintarou of your english class was your personal and private volleyball coach - but for some reason, the caffeine in your system is racing through your veins at an even faster pace. “it’s like messier? i don’t know how to describe it, but you look cute.” 

he feels an uncontrollable heat rise to his cheeks at the compliment. his skin blossoms a rosy red, despite how hard he’s trying to suppress the physical onslaught of love he feels for you. yes, you’d only been practicing with him for a few months - but he has no deciding opinion on how his heart feels for you. if he did have a say, you would’ve been long gone by now. you’re constantly talking, asking him questions he doesn’t know the answer to, and butting yourself into his personal life - yet he can’t seem to find the strength to just tell you ‘no’. 

suna thinks there might be something wrong with him - but he’s smarter than that. after all, it was time for him to experience his first love and while you weren’t what he had been expecting to fall for, that’s what made your connection even more special. no matter how much energy he put into pushing you away, you just came running back with full force. “you like it?” he raises his eyebrows, brushing away some loose strands with his thin fingers, and smiling to himself. 

“hey! stop that!” you shove his hands away, immediately. the look he gives you is one of complete and utter confusion. you were so strange to him - one minute you’re telling him that you think he looks attractive and in the next your shouting and shooting him glares as if he’s enemy no.1. “i told you, i like it messy! why’re you trying to ruin my view? that’s so rude of you!” 

“i’m sorry?” suna replies, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “fix it if you want, i don’t care anymore. you don’t listen to me, anyways.”

you grin and he can’t help but notice that you just might be the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. with a light pink tint to your cheeks, you begin to brush through the dark strands of his hair with your own fingers - lacing them in the silky threads and brushing them to your liking. you can’t believe he’s letting you do this right now. when you’d first asked him to train you in the game, it was simply to feed into your massive crush on him - which you thought was completely hopeless. yet, here you were now, so close to him that if you leaned in any closer your lips would be on his. 

“y’know,” he murmurs. his eyes are staring into yours, memorizing every fleck of color and shine that’s lying in your irises. “you can be pretty cute sometimes, too.”

your jaw practically drops at his words, never hearing anything like them come out of suna’s mouth before. you never dreamed his face would flush due to something you did - but they were, and you’ve never been more happy. “you really mean that, rin? like really really mean that? ‘cause if you’re joking right now, i’m going to hit you where it hurts - and you know i mean that.”

he laughs softly, nodding his head as he remembers the time you threw a volleyball straight at his groin in anger at a snarky comment he made about your volume once. “i mean it. i promise.”

𝚨𝚰𝐓𝚨𝐑𝐎𝐒𝚬 ✿ 𝐑𝚬𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝚨𝐑𝚬 𝐆𝐑𝚬𝚨𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝚨𝐏𝐏𝐑𝚬𝐂𝚰𝚨𝐓𝚬𝐃!

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