hi wait sorry I’m not done yet-
it’s been a few weeks since The Encounter, as coworker! kuroo has come to think of it, and you find yourself at an izakaya with him after a particularly long day at the office
you’re both a few drinks in, tucked away in the booth at the far wall and sharing a plate of gyozas, at this little shop that’s come to be your spot— a little rowdy, but the drinks are strong, there’s a comfortable buzz of people around you, and somehow your body always seems to relax at the same time kuroo loosens his tie and rolls up the sleeves of his, slightly wrinkled, button down shirt, warmth overtaking you as the man always insists on buying you the first round of beers
you’re laughing prettily at something he said, delighted and full-bodied; kuroo’s heart swells with warmth at the sound. then slowly, your bra strap slips down your shoulder from under your work blouse, and kuroo’s mouth immediately goes dry as he recognizes the pink lace of the strap peeking down your shoulder— the same color and delicate stitching from the set you had at the store
his face heats, shy and a little embarrassed at how much of an effect this, you, have on him— he’s a grown man for christ’s sake! a little lingerie shouldn’t be making him feel this way! but yet it does, and there’s a soft glow behind you coming from the izakaya lights, and you just look so pretty and angelic to him, kuroo can’t believe you choose to spend your time with him day and day again after work. you’re an angel from heaven, except all he can think are damning, sinful thoughts as you continue to laugh, unaware at how much the offensive garment mocks him.
he tries to avert his gaze— really, he does! he wants to be a gentleman! but then he downs the last sips of his drink, and with the liquid courage still coursing through his veins, he dares to reach across the table towards you.
“ah, sorry-,” he mumbles, clearing his throat as his fingers twist delicately around the strap and he fixes it for you, the skin of your shoulder searing his finger tips as he smooths it under your blouse sleeve. your laughter quiets down
he can’t look at you, choosing instead to keep his eyes glued down to his plate as he pulls back and swears his ears must be hot red and steaming at what he just did
your murmur his name, soft yet certain. and as his eyes meet yours again there’s something in them that makes his dick jump. like you know what he’s thinking and maybe even what he did in his car a few weeks ago, too. and there’s a pretty blush on your cheeks and you’re shifting a little in your seat as if you’re squeezing your thighs close together, and both your eyes are locked on each other with something you can’t name but makes your breath stutter
kuroo is almost sure he sees his future in the shine of your irises and also in the slick he collects on his fingers from in between your thighs after he fingers you stupid in the alley behind the shop
