my one and only best friend

KOTARO BOKUTO

Desperate whimpers were muffled against your neck, heavy pants steaming your skin in between the wet kisses that were being pressed into your skin. With his sharp teeth pricking your skin as his hands groped and roamed your body, it felt as though your partner was everywhere all at once.

Your hands find their way through soft, albeit sweaty hair, your fingers gently tangling in the bicolored strands to pull Bokuto’s eyes up to meet your own. His lips were swollen, cheeks flushed beyond repair as his glassy eyes met yours.

“Why’d you make me stop,” he murmured, not wasting any moments to try and lean closer to you. His efforts were cut off by your grip on his hair, the tug eliciting another throaty groan from him. The sound rumbled in his chest, pressed firmly against your own, “Wasn’t finished kissing you yet.”

Your heart fluttered at the pout tugging his lips down, at how his fingers danced with even more urgency across your skin. His palms felt like hot coals, enveloping too much of you too easily with how much larger he was than you.

“Just needed to look at my pretty boy,” you murmur, leaning up to let your lips flutter against his, “Never get tired of looking at you, Ko, always too pretty for your own good.”

Large fingers dig into your hips before muscled arms wrap around your torso and warm air is blown into your face. Bokuto’s eyebrows furrow, a telltale sign of frustration in your partner.

“I wanted to kiss you more,” the grump on his tone isn’t easy to miss, “barely even saw you today, anyways.”

The words grumbling off his tongue were, of course, a lie if there ever was one. It had been hours since his practice ended, since you made him shower and clean off the grime from the volleyball court before dragging you into bed with him.

Your partner had pouted then, too, his hair drooping when you didn’t let him cuddle the very second he stepped through the front door.

You let your fingers tug at his hair once more, your lips finding and gently nipping at his neck. The frustrated huff followed by his soft whimpers makes you smile. Another soft tug at his air pulls a louder sound from him,

“please, baby,” His voice trembles like he might just cry if you deny him, “pretty please can I kiss you again.”

KUROO TETSUROU

With his palms resting comfortably on your hips, your words are met with a quirked eyebrow. “You want me to do what, exactly?”

The comfortable smirk painted on his face was sign enough that he heard you, that he understood you, that he was simply asking you to repeat your words so that you could feel the weight of them in your own mouth. It was a chance to take them back, to correct your mistake, to ask for forgiveness.

Heart pounding in your chest, you hold your ground. “I said,” there’s a tremor in your voice, the glint in his eye letting you know he hears how you waver, “I want you to beg for it, darling.”

Kuroo hums, a deep, rumbling sound that resonates through your body. His hands move from your hip, rubbing down the length of your thighs. You sat, perched in his lap, your legs hugging either side of his hips.

A moment of silence passes, your heart thrumming in your ears before an airless chuckle leaves him. “That’s quite the thing to ask for, don’t you think?”

You let your hands dance nervously across his chest, brushing lightly against taut muscle until they reach the hardened muscles of his shoulders. Letting your tongue tease your bottom lip, your fingers play with the longer hair on the back of his neck.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t?” Dark eyes meet your own, Kuroo’s gaze flitting down to your mouth before dragging back up to you.

His hands smooth their way back up your thighs, brushing over your hipbones in favor of teasing the soft skin under your ribs. His bangs brush against you as he leans close, lips grazing against your own.

“Don’t go trying to put words in my mouth now, sweetheart.” Heat surges through your belly as he kisses you more firmly, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t, did I?”

His satisfied smirk grows against your lips when he feels the slightest shake of your head. Kuroo’s hands move up once more, this time finding your own hands and pulling them down to his chest.

His right hand intertwines his fingers with your own while his left busies itself with pushing your palm flat against his chest, letting you feel the rapid beating of his heart. This little dance you two found yourself in was effecting him just as much as you, a surge of confidence surging through your veins.

“So then say it,” you whisper, letting your forehead fall against his.

The heavy fall of footsteps echoed through the still of your house. Large, rough hands moved carefully to pull his jacket off his shoulders, left behind on an arm chair as Zodyl moved towards your bedroom, his bedroom.

When he saw the door ajar, your partner knew how he’d find you. Covers pulled half heartedly over your waist, book discarded-not quite in your lap but not quite having made it to your bedside table either- and a sweatshirt of his pooling around you with its size.

You had fallen asleep, clearly having been trying to stay awake to greet him. But the hours Zodyl arrived home were sporadic, often times not climbing into bed until the earliest hours of the morning.

Never being one to rush, to skip steps in his routine, the Raider’s leader pulled his gloves off before brushing hair from your forehead and taking a heartbeat to admire you before moving to change out of his working clothes.

A shower was in order, the day had been long, but after glancing toward your sleeping form he relented to just wiping down- to spare you from being torn from slumber at the sound of running water.

Changing into only a new pair of boxers, Zodyl let his hands drag down his face with the cool water from the bathroom sink. The day had been long. The days were always long, but coming home to you made it worth it.

As soon as he deemed himself clean enough to lay in bed with you for a night, knowing the sheets would need to be washed in the morning, Zodyl finally moved beneath the covers. Letting his arms pull you towards him and out of your nearly upright position, his eyes welcomed the darkness of night that enveloped the two of you.

Brief thoughts of how easy it was for his hand to cradle your head, how small you felt tucked against the expanse of his chest, how soft your skin compared to his own fluttered through his mind. Letting his fingers wind into your hair, your partner pulls you closer to him until your nose is tucked safely into his chest.

The days were long, but at least you remained safely by his side.

It isn't often that you wake up to a grumbling stomach. Blinking your tired eyes open and see the soft glow of your clock reading 2:03, a stomach growl is quick to inform you that you won't make it until morning without something to eat.

There's a familiar heat radiating from the man next to you, a thought running through your head. You got lucky your partner never seemed to lose his appetite, that despite his serious demeanor he was always ready to grab a bite.

When you move to wake him up, sitting up and carefully leaning over the sleeping form next to you, you take a moment to look at his relaxed expression before asking if he wants to go to the convenience store with you.

You wonder for a moment if he was asleep more deeply than you thought, before one eye is blinking open calmly. His shoulders turn towards you, a soft exhale leaving his lips as he looks up at your form towering over him.

• His reaction makes you wonder if he had slept at all, never one to act like he had just woken up, but you knew Zodyl had been, a traitorous leg twitch giving away how deeply he had been sleeping shortly after you had woken up.

• Without a word, he’d sit up with a slide groan, tossing the blankets from over his legs.

• If you don’t move right away, a glance over his shoulder at your form has him grumbling, “come on, then.”

• He doesn’t wait for you, knowing he doesn’t need to, slowing putting on shoes and pulling a coat without bothering to change out of his pajamas.

• When you move pull on a coat of your own, large hands envelop your own, tugging your arms back to your your sides. A weighted warm shortly follows, his large trench coat enveloping your shoulders.

• “This enough?” Zodyl stares down at you with a blank face, though his calm expression packs the usual hardness he has with anyone else.

• When you nod, his hand brushes your hair from your face and fusses with the coat around your shoulders once more before it finds yours again, pulling you towards the door and out into the darkness of night.

• His hold on your hand is light, sometimes drifting until barely your fingertips touch before he pulls your hand to his once more. The cool night air makes you crave the warm his large palm emanates, letting your fingers intertwine with his own as he walks.

• The feeling of your smaller fingers pushing in between his larger one makes him spare you another glance, his focused gaze taking in how you walked beside him. A hum rumbles from his chest, but the only true sign of approval towards your more incessant touch is the tightening of his fingers around yours and the slight tug that makes your shoulders knock against his arm.

• Zodyl’s footsteps echo on the pavement as you walk, the steady confidence with which he moves clashing with the soft material of his pajamas. They had been a gift from you, something wildly out of his character, but they had become his preferred sleeping attire all too quickly.

• Finally reaching the corner store, your excitement only growing as you hear the hum of the LED nights, your steps become more hurried. It isn’t until your hand threatens to slip out of your partners that he slows you down with a squeeze of his hand.

• “It’s not going anywhere,” he murmurs, though you don’t miss how the length of his strides seem to grow to keep up with you. “It’s not wise to wander off on your own this late.”

• Warm buzzes through your nerves at his words as you utter back, “yes, but the sooner we get in, the sooner we’ll be back at home with snacks to eat.”

• Dark eyes stare back at your own, Zodyl’s stare so intense you thought you could see the calculations fluttering behind his eyes. When he gives a lengthy hum in return, his hand tightening around you once more, you can’t help but laugh as his long legs pull you forward towards the store.

• A bell chimes when the door opens, a gentle greeting from the store clerk going ignored by your partner as he wanders through the isles.

• Basket in hand, you follow behind your partner, watching his eyes study the variety of chips and breads as though he was calculating a war plan and not selecting late night snacks.

• His concentration tugs the corners of your lips up, the small smile on your lips contrasting the focused frown on his own.

• Without needing to ask, Zodyl selects your own favorites as well as his own, wordlessly showing just how well he remembered your preferences. He places things in the basket with care, continuing until every aisle had been considered, before his gaze finally met your own.

• “Is anything missing?” His eyes studying you once more, he takes in your features as you shake your head. Once sure that you had everything you’d set out for, his and envelops your own again, gently taking the now-weighted basket from your hands and heading towards the counter.

• The transaction is silent, albeit a little awkward as your partner looms over the clerk, silently paying for all the goods before leaving without any acknowledgment to the employee.

• With the bag of snacks in one hand, his free hand finds your own again as he pulls you back home with more speed than you two had first left it.

• You reach your shared apartment in no time at all, your partner shucking off his boots and coat before heading back to your bedroom, leaving you behind to take off your own outdoor clothes.

• The wrinkling of plastic meets your ears by the time you get to your shared room, Zodyl having managed already opening a custard bun and taking a large bite of it. A sigh exhales through his nose as he chews, your acute knowledge of your partner’s mannerisms telling you that he’s enjoying the sweet.

• Your gaze gets pulled lower as he moves for another bite, custard getting left behind on his lip as he devours his sweet. The muscles in his jaw ripple as he chews, his throat seeming sinful as he swallows.

• Zodyl turns to you at the feeling of your stare, blinking at the way you gawked at him so openly. The furrow of his brow begs the silent question of why were you staring, his posture remaining still when you reach to wipe the custard off his lips with your thumb.

• You swear his pupils widen as he watches your hand retreat from his face, tongue darting out to lick the sweet from your finger. Putting the final bite in his mouth, large hands down hesitate to reach for you, pulling you in until your back is resting against his chest.

• With his arm securely around you his hands move back to the bag, rooting around until a matching custard bun is being placed into your palms.

• “You have your own,” he lightly chides, “no need to steal from mine.”

• Zodyl’s breath on your ear sends a shiver down your spine, his chin moving to rest on your shoulder.

The moment you move to take a bite, the arm around your stomach tightens it's grip as he moves forward. His cheek brushes against your own as he bites down into your sweet before retreating back to his place of rest against you.

You can feel his light exhale after he swallows the stolen bite, a shiver running down your spine at the pleased hum that leaves his lips.

"You could have just asked, you know" you murmur, finally getting to take a bite of your treat.