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It’s another night of overtime, but u had zero complaints. He’s sitting in his office, his hand rubbing at his temples as he flipped through the document. You’d rather spend the entire night here with him than going home to that douchebag. Just when you thought of that idiot, you phone buzzed beside you.
“babe, what’s for dinner?” His text flashed on the screen.
Argh.
“Hmm? Why are you looking so distressed, miss secretary?” Kuroo Tetsurou’s voice startled you a little. He was hunching down from behind, looking at the excel document on your desktop, and you could catch that subtle woody scent from his cologne.
“Sorry boss, it’s just, someone annoying texted me.” You ran your hands through your hair, shaking off that flutter in your chest.
Kuroo’s eyes narrowed a little, he could guess who were you talking about. and man was he frustrated. The lingering smell of your shampoo was not helping with his frustrations. He leaned in, even closer to you now, and rested a hand on your desk.
“Boyfriend again?” Kuroo’s voice was husky. He felt like a panther circling his prey, an unpredictable undercurrent before a storm.
“Yea…he’s asking about dinner.” you wrung your hands together, nervous but also anticipating the tension that’s building up between you two.
“Ah…so like, he’s expecting you to bring him dinner, when it’s already going to be 10pm?” checking his watch, Kuroo sneered at the sheer incompetence and immaturity of your boyfriend.
“Hah…yea maybe he didn’t see my message about my OT (overtime) today.” Or he’s just ignoring it and pestering you to go home soon. Your phone lit up with a low-humming buzz. Your boyfriend was calling.
Before you could pick it up, kuroo’s hand hovered over yours and clamped it down.
“Don’t.” he didn’t leave room for you to reject.
“…boss? I’m sorry for taking a personal call but it will be quick-“
“I don’t want you to pick it up.”
He swirled your chair around, his hands were now entrapping you between him and the back of your chair. Fuck, this was not good for your heart. He’s too close, way too close for you to think logically as his secretary, as someone who had a boyfriend. Kuroo stared you down. Your eyes widened slightly at what’s happening and subconsciously, your tongue dampened your dried lips nervously. Kuroo couldn’t have missed that. Fuck, this was not good for his self-control.
“…Boss?” The buzz was still going at it relentlessly.
“I said I don’t want you to pick up.”
“But he called, maybe it’s urgent.”
“Fuck, can you stop babysitting him?” Kuroo snapped his head aside and hissed lowly. You jumped at the frustrations and angst hidden in his voice, but you were soon overwhelmed by your own frustrations. You’ve asked yourself countless times why were you still dating this guy who had been nothing but a leech on you. Maybe it’s because of your long history ever since high school; maybe it’s because he’s a routine in your life; or maybe it’s because how he would always accuse you for abandoning him whenever you want to breakup. Yes you knew he’s just guilt-tripping you, but you couldn’t help but ask yourself, maybe you did make him this way, maybe you should be taking responsibility?
“…Sorry for raising my voice. I just, can’t help myself.” Kuroo’s gaze returned to you, and your heart ached at the longing in his eyes. Almost bewitched by him, your lips parted slightly, and kuroo knew you were asking him “why”.
He answered you with something that you two had been wanting to do for a long time. Pushing your chair away slightly, Kuroo bent lower and grabbed you face, and kissed you with a passion so fervent. It was a feeling you hadn’t experienced in a while. His lips devoured yours, barely giving you the room to breathe, or to think.
“Kuroo…we’re not…supposed to be doing this!” There were little resistance in your words, partly because they were consumed by his kiss.
“Hmm? Why?” Kuroo didn’t even pause.
“I…boy…friend” You were definitely sinking in.
"I know.” The phone buzzed on to remind you that this was wrong, even though it felt exactly right. With all your strength and conscience, you pushed him away.
“I have a boyfriend. What do you even mean by you know?” Finally catching your breath, you shook you head, and you knew how miserable you looked.
“I’m saying, you can have a husband.”
Those words punched the air out of your lung. at the age of 25, after years of hustling away for a relationship where only you cared about, trying to search for love in a place where it didn’t exist, Kuroo’s words were your livfsaving float. He walked towards you again, this time with a touch that’s so gentle, like a low-burning fire that could warm you up in the most cruel cold.
“I’m saying, break up with him. Choose someone who can protect you. Choose someone who will not make you frown when he text you. Choose someone who knows when’s your anniversary. Choose someone who will be your shelter instead of being the storm. Choose me.” With every line, Kuroo landed a kiss on you. Lord knows how much he had wanted to mark you with his kisses. From your forehead, to your eyes, to your lips, and trailing down to your neck.
“Choose me, y/n. I want to be nice so I will give you 10secs to answer, before i take it as a yes.”
Instead of a yes, Kuroo felt your lips on his forehead.
“If I choose you, will you be that person you have just described?”
“Always.” and that was the last decipherable word you could say that night.
Kuroo dragged you up into an endless kiss. His hands were all over you, almost undecided on where to even begin savouring his prey. So he groped onto your thighs and lifted you up. Barely breaking the kiss, he threw your legs around his waist and groaned, “hold onto me” before walking the two of you into his office.
Kuroo slammed you onto the window, which stretched all the way from the ceiling to the floor.
“Someone might see us!” You exclaimed a protest but it melted into a moan immediately as Kuroo slid his hand beneath your skirt, grabbing onto your sensitive inner thigh. He was strong, you knew that. But you didn’t expect the pleasure of his fingers moulding your thighs with his hand, injecting shots of ecstatic pleasure along with the pain, right into your veins.
“It’s dark in here,” his fingers had trailed up your thighs, “and aren’t you a little too wet to be concerned about that?” Kuroo smirked at you as his middle finger sank itself into the sloppy wetness between your legs. “I can’t even feel your panties if you are this wet, sweetheart.” Your legs almost gave in when he pushed your drenched undies aside and shoved his finger into you.
“Ah…we barely did anything,” Kuroo’s other hand started unbuttoning your blouse patiently while his other hand got into the rhythm of entering you repeatedly, “yet this little mouth here is pulsing so much, asking for me.”
“Aren’t you the same?” You managed to muster enough strength to reach for him. You could feel your insides twitching even more desperately when you felt the sheer size, heat and hardness of Kuroo. With his smug grin, Kuroo fondled your breast and whispered into your ears.
“Satisfied with what you are holding, miss secretary?” No words could come out of you as he added another finger into you, and began digging at that pleasurable sweet spot with a maddening speed.
“Hmm? Yes or no? Can you be as honest and frank as your mouth down here? Hear these dirty noises they are making?” Of course you could. The only things echoing in this room were you moans and those sloshy sounds coming from you. Fuck, you couldn’t stand this lustful desires anymore.
“Can you just fuck me already, boss?” Your words just sounded like needy whimpers to him, and they struck the right chord: Kuroo lost his control when he’s finally sure you wanted him. He pulled his fingers out of you and flipped you around. Arching your back, you wanted something, just anything from him, to fill you up.
“Suck on them while I fuck you.” Kuroo prodded your lips with those fingers that were slathered with your wetness. Rubbing your thighs together, you gladly took them in. He had such thick and long fingers that they could almost reach your throat, but you were experiencing a new level of arousal from such submission to Kuroo.
“Needy, huh.” Before you could protest, he spread open your ass and rammed the entirety of his dick into you. Almost crying out, your eyes rolled back a little. And kuroo definitely felt the same satisfaction as you heard him cussed out a vulgar groan before he started pounding on you. Placing his hand over yours on the window, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. Not just because of this insane pleasure, but also because of the fact that he’s now yours.
“How are you feeling, my secretary? Fucking your boss when your useless boyfriend waits for you at home, hmm?” with every push into you, Kuroo seemed to be claiming ownership over you, remoulding your insides to remember his shape, reteaching your body to memorize his. You could only spurt out incomprehensible moans as he keeps filling you up. damn it, it’s too soon to climax but the familiar, uncontrollable twitching of your insides told you otherwise. Feeling your walls tightening around him, kuroo grunted as his hand on your hips lowered to find the bulge above your entrance.
“Gonna cum soon, babe?” he was panting too when his fingers found your clit. Your mind went blank for a second. Kuroo’s fingers fell out of your mouth as you snapped your head upwards, almost wailing out. The fingers that were once in your mouth grabbed onto your neck, his other hand began swirling and rubbing your clit as kuroo brought you closer to him, ramming at an even faster speed. The tension and heat in your core was building up, unraveling you at the same time.
“Remember, you are mine now.” Kuroo growled into your hair before he slammed himself balls-deep into you, filling you to the brim while you cried out. Your insides were pulsating non-stop and all of your strength had left your body. You could only squirm beneath Kuroo, trying to breathe through all those waves of ecstasy washing over you. When you could finally see things clearly, you realised kuroo’s hands were gripping onto you in a tight embrace this entire time.
“Still remember who you are, my little secretary?” Kuroo turned you around and laughed at your teary face. “Of course i do, my boss who just seduced me into screwing with him.” You pouted your lips slightly. It’s been long since you had been this childish in front of others; even in front of your boyfriend, you had to be a tough girl who would protect him.
“Then next time I will fuck you till you forget your own name.” The sensations from moments ago hit you ran through your body. Your face heated up as you felt your walls tightening around kuroo’s dick that was still in you. Once again, wetness started oozing down your thighs as the length inside you grew and hardened.
"Ohh…so impatient for that to happen? Alright, what position you wanna be in for round two?”
“Let me call my boyfriend-“
“yes?”
“…My ex…let me break up with him first.”
“But you want me now.”
“Shut up Kuroo just let me do it first then you can…do whatever you want.”
“Ah, I like that suggestion.”
God knows how much you regretted that offer as kuroo fucked you brainless while you broke up with your ex on the phone.