Ran’s schedule is wild, especially during season, so most of your relationship lives in quiet 1am FaceTime calls. He’s usually shirtless, hair a mess, grinning sleepily like ´´I missed you so much..wish you were here with me´´
In the group chat? He texts like normal. In your private messages? “You looked hot in that dress today. Just saying.” Or sends you a random selfie shirtless and no caption, because he knows you’ll blush.
He’ll walk past you in the hallway and ruffle your hair, pretending it’s friendly. You roll your eyes, but he winks right after. No one suspects a thing… yet
You two have matching phone wallpapers, but his is flipped upside down so people won’t notice if they glance at it. He also wears a bracelet you gave him under his arm sleeves.
Tatsu gives him the side-eye when Ran giggles at his phone. “You’re being weird.”
Ran: “I’m always weird, shut up.”
But Yuji? Definitely caught you and Ran brushing hands once and is now convinced something is going on, he just doesn´t know what.
If someone flirts with you in public, he won’t act jealous, he´ll just watch while his mind is racing.
He lives to make you flustered. “Wow, you’re staring at me a lot today, am i that good looking?” even if you’re not. He just wants to see you fumble. But then he softens with: “I like when you do that.”
He blurts it out accidentally while drunk on post-win adrenaline, probably to Yuki. “Yeah, my girlfriend says, shit. I mean-whatever, too late.” Yuki just nods like, “Called it.”
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Warnings: post timeskip Kuroo x coworker! reader, fluff nsfw-ish language
@ anni says: I'm Kuroo Tetsurou's whore. neways, this was just another self indulgent drabble that was lost in my drafts.
[cover by loony, go give her some lov]
the lingering stares, the coffee excuses, the light subtle touches while exchanging papers, the gossipy chatting every lunch break,
the way you look so goddamn hot when you’re focused in your work and how that sometimes distracts him from his own work…
and also the inhuman strenght he needed to gather to divert his stare from your plump thighs when you cross your legs under the desk… the privileged view from his desk across from yours can be also a burden sometimes
and then there’s that damn high heels you use… not often, though. only when there’s important meetings. makes you feel more confident, you said once. but god, when you use it he just want to lay on the floor for you to step on him
there’s more and more and so much more about the office bond he shares with you that irks him both in the right and wrong ways.
working in the JVA marketing implied that your most strong stakeholder was the promotion division, once the areas needed each other to thrive
therefore, makes total sense that you and Kuroo were so close to each other, right?
so it’s normal when you’re training a new intern and he tags along with the excuse to help you, but spends the whole time glaring menacingly at the guy when he stares at your cleavage a little to much, isn’t it?
or when he passes by your desk, leaving a chocolate every other week, with his handwriting in a note thay says “that presentation was sick, congratulations ;]” or “you deserve a raise, but take this chocolate in the meantime >:)” or some other silly thing that makes you smile
your eyes always dart to him, flashing a playful smile
but you also can’t help but think to yourself that he wanna fuck you so bad— and the thought itself is so entertaining that you shake your head, snorting, as he eyes you puzzled
the tension is clear for you as much as it is for him… he, too, checked all your boxes. a handsome smoking hot smart and competent man that has his eyes set on you? you’d be crazy not to enjoy
so, eventually, you would throw paper balls at him while he’s focused, making him roll his eyes and smirk
but also, you bring him coffee when you go get it for you. you know how he likes, he works so close to you, why wouldn’t you bring him one too?
and the glint in his eyes makes it worth it every damn time
neither of you were making the first move so soon, but everyone in the office knows about the unspoken bond you share, gaining some attention in gossip groups around the floor
but then, one day, you were working until very late, apparently alone at the office.
and suddenly, he popped up back in the office after having left already, with a can of beer, a loosened tie, two buttons opened, walking torwards your desk, placing the beer on your desk, beside your papers
you looked at him tilting your head puzzled
“Where did you get that?”
“At the bar across the street”
you tilted your head even more
“You were at the bar across the street and came back to the office to hand me a beer?”
“Exactly”
he said matter-of-factly, making you snort. his words were subtly slured, indicating he drank enough to get at least tipsy
“Why?”
“Why not?”
he answered shrugging, and you read through his attempt to divert the topic. but you also know he’s very stubborn, so you just brush it off
“How did you even know I was still in the office? It’s late…”
you say, while opening the can and looking at the hour on your computer
“It’s the first Monday of the month, you always stay late finishing the monthly report… Besides, I saw the light on from across the street… just put two and two together”
“Damn, you’re good—”
you say, amazed at how he memorized your routine by now, while sipping your beer, sighing as the cold liquid soothes your tense muscles, feeling the last motivation to end the report today getting obliterated
he watches your every move like a hawk, walking sneakly behind your chair to rub your shoulders
you sigh, feeling a chill down your spine with his touches, humming softly with the massage
“You’re done with the report?“ he asked, his fingers rubbing circles in your back muscles, sliding to your shoulders. you lean in his touch
“No… But I think I can finish it tomorrow morning,” you reply, trying to suppress the pleasure in your voice from his magical touch.
he chuckles lightly, lowering his torso to lean closer, his breath hitting your neck, making you shiver embarrassingly
“That’s what I thought,” he says softly, his hands never ceasing their movements, the tension that’s been building between the two of you for months feels like it’s finally reaching a boiling point
before things get awkward, you start to stand up from your chair, closing your laptop on the desk, sipping your beer casually,
he took advantage of the moment to pull your chair away, leaning closer, his chest pressing against your back, his mouth on your ear
“Don’t I deserve a… reward… for the beer and the massage?”
he whispered, his words borderline suggestive, the warmth of his breath making your heart race, his arms encircling your waist in a new way… despite your supposed closeness, it’s the first time you feel him this close.
his voice is like velvet, seductive and irresistible, making you question if this was a good idea.
you pathetically place your free hand on the desk to anchor yourself, feeling the weight of the intensity that has been building between you
”Is that what you’ve been thinking about all this time? Pinning me on the desk when there’s no one around?“
you whisper back, your voice dropping to a sensual tone as you lean back in his chest, looking at him through your shoulder
the tension is palpable, your mutual attraction finally coming to a head. you put your beer down on the desk, meeting his gaze with a daring look, ready to cross the line you’ve been flirting with for so long.
“And what if I have?” he whispers back, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. “What are you going to do about it?”
his challenge hangs in the air between you, a gauntlet thrown down, waiting for you to pick it up.
and that’s exactly what you do.
you turn around to face him, raising your chin to line your mouth with his, as his hands unconsciously sneak around your waist and your hands rests on his chest
“I might just finally kiss you… would that be bad?”
his eyes darken when he realizes you’re on the same page, his hands working to pull you closer.
“That might be the best idea you’ve ever had,”
and just like that, you two give up, succumbing to the tension building for months,
he leans in, or you lean in… its indistinguishable who kissed who first, but you capture each other’s lips in a heated intense kiss, your tongues already seeking each other’s and you taste the faint malt of the beers he had earlier, sighing with the deliciousness of it all
he gives one step further, boxing you on the desk behind, making you lean back, his hand traveling down your hips
you retaliate, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting softly, making him groan
he pushes his tongue inside your mouth again, and you gladly take it, sucking on it, kissing him back with the same passion
it feels almost relieving having him like this after so much tension building. it feels right.
he parts the kiss, but keeps his lips on your jaw, leaving a trace of wet kisses down, reaching your neck
you lean your head back, giving him free reign there, which he gladly take it, switching from kisses to bites, making you moan softly
your moan unlock something primal in his brain, and one of his hand on your hips travel down your thigh, reaching the back of your knee, pushing up on his waist, while the other arm encircle your waist, pushing you flush against him
all that while assaulting your neck with languig nibbles, and you can’t help but let out a chuckled moan with a smug smile
“Fuckk… eagerrr, are we?”
you say, low and purring, and the way you draw the words from your mouth goes straight to his pants, making his cock twitch, unconsciously grinding his hips against your thigh.
he grins, groaning a little in your neck, the tone vibrating against your chest
it takes you the damn last bit of strenght to knock some sense into him
“Mmhm… Kuroo… there’s cameras in the office… ”
you say slightly breathless, threading your fingers in his hair, gripping, trying to pull him away from your neck
“Call me Tetsurou”
he say lowly and you can’t help but huff a breathy chuckle
“Tetsurou…” you say, rolling his name from your tongue, liking the sound of it “there’s cameras—”
“They’re not gonna check the cameras unless something gets stolen…”
“We’re not fucking in the office,” you say categorically, your last ethical straw working doubled against the wetness in your panties
he parts from your neck, looking straight at you with hazel hazy eyes, his lips curling in his famous lazy smirk with a hint of smugness
“Oh? So we are fucking then?”
you narrow your eyes, he got you now.
you snort, grabbing his tie and pulling him for another kiss, mumbling a quick “Shut up”
he kiss you while chuckling against your mouth, his hand on your thigh progressing further, sliding your skirt up and invading under the hem of the clothing, feeling the soft skin he drooled so many times before—
“Not here, Tetsuro—”
he grumbles, releasing your thigh and raising his hands in mocking surrender
“Okay, okay… I get it” he says, then he takes your hand, pulling you closer to him “but you’re coming to my place now, and I’m not taking no for an answer”
as you two leave the workplace giggling and holding hands, your coworkers on the bar across the street watch the scene, all ready to let the gossip spread, but also knowing it was bound to happen eventually
The promotional event that the JVA hosted for the all-star battle of the generation of monsters would certainly not give Kuroo any time to rest. From hours before the event even started until the athletes arrived on the red carpet, Kuroo did his job and tried to converse with everyone, from sponsors to volleyball players to journalists.
He was in the groove, truly in his element despite feeling the tiredness creeping up on him. The only break he had taken the last three hours was when his eyes found you.
You arrived on the red carpet in a floor-length, absolutely gorgeous dress, holding the arm of none other than Yaku Morisuke. Even from a distance away, Kuroo could tell you were closer to his height, but Yaku must have felt like the tallest in the room with such a beautiful date. The two of you smiled and laughed as the cameras clicked, seemingly having small hushed conversations as you moved to the end of the red carpet, finally taking in deep breaths. You still held onto Yaku’s arm, albeit a bit looser as you two approached Kuroo.
The taller man turned on the charm and started by greeting his old friend with a pat on the back before moving his attention back to you, picking up your hand and pressing a kiss to the back. You told him your name and Kuroo nearly purred it back to you. He knew he was rude for having these thoughts when he didn’t know the nature of your relationship with Yaku, but you look like you taste expensive and Kuroo was dying to spend whatever money it would take to find out.
“She’s my team’s manager,” Yaku said, eyes narrowed on his friend. He still knew him well enough. “Thought she deserved a trip out of the gym as well.”
Your eyes sparkled as you looked around at everything and everyone, subconsciously smoothing your hand over your dress as if you had any flaws. Kuroo would forever argue you have none. “I can’t believe I got to go here. Thank you again, Yaku,” you gushed with a glowing smile aimed at the Libero.
“My pleasure so far, just don’t go too wild on the drinks,” he chuckled, winking at you before looking around as well. Kuroo chuckled with him, eyes moving behind you as he realised he had to keep doing his job.
“I would love to stay and chat with you…” His eyes were solely on you saying that. “…but I have to keep welcoming everyone, please excuse me,” he said, bowing shortly before moving on. At least it gave him a chance to feign looking for something so he could get a good look at the open back of your dress while walking away.
At the end of the night, Yaku went home alone. You were very taken by his old captain’s… conversational skills.
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JVA (Japanese Volleyball Association) official illustration featuring Haikyuu!! Kageyama and Hinata alongside ryujin Nippon (male national team)players Yuji Nishida and team captain Yuki Ishikawa and Hinotori Nippon (feminine national team) Sarina Koga ( fun fact : she is Nishida’s wife IRL) and Mayu Ishikawa (fun fact:Yuki little sister )
