a/n: here is the revised version of AFTER HOURS that I published previously and have since deleted, since I was not happy with the work I originally did :,) this version follows the original plot I had in mind (but ignored at first bc I'm dumb) and is also way longer because it just felt right lol. hope you all enjoy this time around :)

Based on a request by Lucia_Moon_drip

SPICE LEVEL: GHOST PEPPER

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From where you stood in the kitchen, placing yours and Kuroo's pre-prepared lunches into your bag, you watched your boyfriend's deft fingers fasten the red, patterned around the collar of the shirt that he'd chosen to wear for the day. As he lifted his chin while his hazel eyes gazed at his reflection in the mirror hanging near the entryway to ensure his outfit was spotless, you couldn't help but notice the attractive angle of his jawline and the way his Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Soon, your eyes were drifting from his freshly ironed, white shirt to his black trousers, which hugged his toned butt and thighs.

Oh, how naughty it was of you to be having thoughts of the things you wanted to do to him in bed when you'd just woken up not even an hour and a half ago. You didn't even realize you were completely ogling your boyfriend shamelessly until his gaze shifted to look at you in the mirror and he commented, "Someone likes what they see, don't they?"

You rolled your eyes and smiled before replying, "And? I'm allowed to admire my boyfriend, who looks so handsome in a suit--might I add--aren't I?"

He turned to face you with a smirk. "Of course, as long as you save it for when we're alone. If you look at me like that when we're in the office, I'll get a boner, for sure." As he walked around the kitchen counter to approach you and place his chin on the top of your shoulder, you felt your body grow warm. He wrapped his hands around your waist and showered your cheek with a few, gentle kisses. "I mean, I already have a hard enough time keeping myself calm when I have to see you walking around, looking sexy as hell all day long."

"Stop, Tetsurou," you whined, since his compliments were starting to rile you up. You took his face in your hands and planted a lingering kiss on his lips to silence him for a few moments, then grabbed your bag off the counter. "I'm gonna leave now, baby. I'll see you soon."

He let out a small grumble of indignation, moving his hand down to your rear and giving it a firm squeeze. "Alright, kitten," he sighed, "I'll leave in ten minutes. Drive safe. Love you."

"Love you too." After giving him a chaste kiss followed by a warm embrace, you pulled away from him and headed towards the door, though it pained you to do so. After sliding your sneakers on and picking up your pumps to change into once you got to work, you stepped into the elevator that led down to the lobby of the luxury apartment complex where he lived.

Though this situation wasn't new for you, that didn't make it any easier, but heading to work separately and keeping your relationship under wraps was what was best in this case. Work relationships between employees and their higher-ups were already seen as taboo, so yours with Kuroo would definitely be frowned upon, considering he was the CEO of the company you worked for as his secretary. So, in an effort to keep his reputation clean, the two of you made sure not to interact at work in a way that would make people suspicious, and even went to the length of arriving separately.

Maintaining a colloquial, work-friendly dynamic with him during office hours was tough when all you wanted to do at times was throw your arms around him or shower him with kisses after he'd gotten off a tough phone call. But, you both did it to preserve your self-images. You were going to come out with your relationship sometime in the future, but not now. You'd only been dating for a little over four months, after all. Neither of you wanted to rush things and give people the wrong idea.

After a relatively short drive, you arrived at the tall office building towering above the sidewalk, along with the rest of the businesses in downtown Tokyo. Once you'd endured a painstakingly lengthy elevator ride to your floor, you greeted your colleagues with a smile and made your way to your desk located outside of Kuroo's office. Placing your belongings at your desk and taking a seat in your swiveling chair, you opened your emails to glance through them for anything urgent before going to make your boss a fresh cup of coffee for when he arrived.

About fifteen minutes passed before he sauntered into the office, waving at his employees and conversing with a few of them as he made his way to your desk. You stood to offer him his coffee and relay a few important messages onto him. To this, he sent the subtlest of winks your way and stepped into his office.

As you sat back down in your chair, you tried your best to stay focused on organizing papers, reading documents, and calling associates, but your gaze wandered over to him from time to time, glancing over at his form where he sat behind that big, mahogany desk of his. You were usually good about staying on task and keeping to yourself, but for some reason, your craving for him today was greater than usual.

The look of concentration he wore while staring at his computer screen, reading through emails or doing research was so adorable, and there was something about seeing him at work that turned you on. You were glad he only had one meeting today, since sitting with him in the conference room while jotting down notes and offering the attendants copies of paperwork was even more enticing. God, he was so hot when he talked business and turned on that charm of his that was so effective some businessmen joked about him making a great conman.

However, you kept yourself under control and handled all business matters professionally, whether it was sitting at a chair in front of his desk to chat with him about meetings, investors, and associates, or simply delivering paperwork from the copier to his hands. Though, you had a small brain fart when directing a call to him, saying, "Bokuto-san is on line one, Tet--Kuroo-san." He'd replied with a small chuckle, and you hoped that nobody else heard your slip up. They all seemed to be working intently at their own desks or in their offices, so you didn't think much of it.

Until you visited the break room for a cup of coffee, that is.

While waiting for the coffee machine to work its magic, you overheard an interesting conversation happening just a bit down the hall, where the water cooler was located.

"Come on. Surely, Kuroo-san has slept with (l/n)-san by now," a woman's voice mentioned softly.

Another woman asked, "What do you mean? Why?"

"Oh, you don't know? The man has a history of fucking his secretaries. That's why he goes through them so quickly."

Upon hearing her words, you felt a wave of nausea and confusion wash over you. He... what?! you practically screamed inside of your head as your mind began reeling. You knew he had slept with other women. That he'd told you at the beginning of your relationship. But he'd never disclosed that they were his former secretaries.

Was this all a joke to him? Were you just another one he'd added to his list of conquests? Another secretary to fool around with and then toss to the side for a new one?

You felt tears sting your eyes at the possibility that none of this meant anything to Kuroo. That each "I love you" was just his way of getting you in bed with him. That every hug, kiss, and act of intimacy was just a game to him. It made your heart sink in your chest and your knees wobble. The sounds of heels clicking on the polished floors, however, forced you to pull yourself together just in time for the women you'd overheard talking to enter the break room.

They greeted you politely, as if they hadn't just been gossiping about you further down the corridor, and you responded with equal civility. Inside, however, you were willing yourself to remain calm and praying for the coffee machine to hurry the fuck up, since you couldn't stomach being in this situation for any longer. When it finally spilled the fresh, caffeinated beverage into your cup, you had to curb your desire to leap up, grab your mug, and dash back to your desk.

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For the rest of the workday, you found yourself in a funk. You didn't glance over at Kuroo from time to time anymore, and, instead, kept your (e/c) gaze fixed on your computer screen. The remaining hours passed by so slowly that you felt as if you were going to go insane. Hearing Kuroo's voice call from his office for your attention or assistance with something made anger bubble inside of you.

He appeared to notice the cold looks you gave him when you did decide to look him in the eye, and the chillingly short, listless responses you sent his way, since he raised an eyebrow at you, but he decided not to ask about the reason for your behavior. Instead, he waited until after everyone had gone home to confront you.

It was a Friday night, so, as soon as the clock struck four pm, everyone was quick to clear out of the office and enjoy the rest of their evenings. You and Kuroo, however had more work to do, and stayed behind for another hour. As much as you wanted to dash out the door with the rest of your colleagues, you never left the office before your boss did--which was an act of courtesy that you upheld even when the two of you weren't dating.

Around five thirty, your eyes were getting tired of the bright light shining from your computer and trying to busy yourself by organizing your desk, updating Kuroo's schedule, and making a list of business to attend to on Monday. Your heart wasn't in your work, though, and you were nearly glad when Kuroo called your name, beckoning you into his office and away from your desk.

Entering his workspace and shutting the door behind you even though everyone else was gone, you took a seat in one of the chairs across from him and gazed at him expectantly. The way he watched you, his hazel eyes full of such worry and unrest, made your chest tighten. You wanted so desperately for the words your coworker had spoken earlier not to be true, but you couldn't let go of the possibility that she wasn't lying.

"Come sit over here, baby," Kuroo coaxed you, patting an empty space on the polished, wooden desk. You obliged and moved closer to him to perch on the edge of the furniture, sighing gently when he rolled his chair towards you and took one of your hands in his. "What's the matter? You haven't been acting like yourself since after lunch."

He squeezed your fingers gently, but you didn't return the gesture. You were too focused on trying not to let your emotions overwhelm you when you asked, "Those other women that you've been with... were they your other secretaries?"

He leaned back in his chair. "What makes you ask that?"

"Because," you mumbled, "I overheard Haruka-san saying that you've slept with all your secretaries." As you watched him bite his lip and avert his gaze, his face displaying an expression most similar to vexation, you cautiously continued, "Is what she said true?"

"I'm gonna have to have a conversation with her on Monday about that," he growled, using his free hand to jot down a reminder on a small stack of sticky notes resting near your leg.

You sighed, "Tetsurou. I need you to be in boyfriend mode, not CEO mode right now, please. Is it true?"

Placing his hands on your thighs and gently trailing his fingers over your skin, he said, "Yeah, it's true." Your stomach knotted uncomfortably at his confession, and silence befell the pair of you for a few, long moments. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, (f/n)," he apologized, brown eyes meeting your own (e/c) ones in a quiet plea for your love, "I... I didn't want to scare you off and make you think that you were just one of them because you're not to me."

"Do you treat me the same way you treated them?" you wondered, your eyes clouding with tears that you couldn't control, "Did you take them out on fancy dates and bring them into your home and tell them that you loved them too?" Though you were upset, the tears threatening to spill over your lower eyelids were ones of pain and anger rather than sadness. Sniffling, you reached for the box of tissues nearby and dabbed at your eyes furiously.

"Of course not, baby," Kuroo told you, latching onto your hands and gently pulling you closer to him. Reluctantly, you slid off the desk and into his lap, opting to perch on his knee, since you were wearing a rather tight pencil skirt that didn't allow for much freedom of movement. "Hey," he uttered softly, pushing a few loose strands of (h/l), (h/c) hair behind your ear and stroking your cheek, "You mean a lot more to me than any of them ever did."

You kept your attention directed towards your feet, but still listened to what he was saying. "I was never in love with any of them. I had sex with them, but mostly in hotels--never my bed. I was just a young businessman that wanted to mess around at the time, but I'm not like that anymore," he continued. "I'm so in love with you, (f/n). I've never said that to anyone but you before. That's why I enjoy treating you, and why I keep spare clothes and supplies for you in my home, and why I want you to sleep in my bed with me. Because I love you so much and I want you to be with me for the long run."

His words, which he sealed by pressing a soft kiss against your cheek, were enough to make you melt and fall in love with him all over again. Turning your face towards him so you could look into his eyes, you captured his lips in another kiss that was slow, sensual, and filled with the affection you felt towards each other. "I love you too," you whispered, eliciting a gentle smile from him.

In an instant, your craving for him returned with more intensity, but you knew the two of you had dinner plans with your mutual friend. When you retreated from the pecks he placed along your cheek and neck, he grumbled and pulled you closer to him. "I wanna make love to you, (f/n)," he purred, hands dancing along the hemline of your skirt.

"But we have to go and meet Kenma for dinner," you protested--albeit weakly. You could already feel your body heating up with his touch, and you were just at the edge of the point of no return. If he kept up with his actions, you'd have no choice but to give in to him, and he knew it.

He breathed, "It's alright. We have some time before he's supposed to meet us outside the building." His hands trailed up the insides of your thighs, edging closer and closer to your panties as he nibbled playfully at the tender skin on your collarbone. "All I care about is you, and I want you right now, kitten."

Those words were music to your ears after the kind of day you'd had, spending half of it pining for him and the other half of it desperate for him to ease your worries about his past. They were enough to push you over the edge. You let your emotions for him take hold of you and drive your hands to the collar of his shirt. He placed his palms under your thighs and lifted you back onto the desk, haphazardly pushing anything in his way to the side.

As his touch trailed along every inch of your body, moving from your face to your legs, you couldn't help but moan softly against his mouth. The desire was overtaking you quickly, and you started unbuttoning his shirt with as much speed and precision as you could. He, in turn, maneuvered your body so he could slide down the zipper at the back of your skirt and push the garment off of you.

"A (f/c) lace thong?" he commented cheekily as he glanced at your panties with an undeniable hunger in his eyes, "My favorite."

Though he looked like he wanted to rip your underwear right off, he attacked the buttons on your shirt instead, leaving you nearly bare when he was finished. Your fingers traced over the muscles on his torso as you pushed his shirt off and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring his face down towards yours once again. He kissed you passionately, sliding his tongue into your mouth, biting on your lip hungrily, and swallowing any sounds of pleasure you released at his actions.

He pressed your clit through your panties, eliciting a small squeak from you that was soon replaced by gentle moans when his fingers pushed the material aside and teased your bare womanhood. Your hand moved down to the belt around his pants eagerly, but he pushed it away. "You first, baby," he argued, digits diving into your core, which was already soaked from his previous actions.

A small smirk spread across his lips at seeing you so turned on by his touch, yet so willing to help him with the uncomfortable erection forming in his pants. Not wanting to waste a single moment, Kuroo's free hand moved behind your back to unclasp your bra so he could tease your breasts. The way he was putting himself to work on two of your erogenous zones was almost too much for you to handle.

It didn't take him long to remove his fingers from inside of you and replace them with his tongue after sliding your underwear down your legs. You mewled rather loudly when you felt his tongue trail from your slit to the bundle of nerves up north. Hearing the lewd sounds echoing from your mouth encouraged him to continue stimulating your most sensitive spots.

"Ah, I'm gonna--mm--I'm gonna cum, Tetsurou," you breathed softly, arching your back away from the desk that he'd pushed you down on top of and grinding your hips against his mouth.

"Good," he praised, his voice sending pleasant vibrations through your core, "cum for me, kitten."

You obeyed only a few moments after the words had left his mouth, and you cried out softly for him as your body shuddered erratically. Satisfied by your pleasure, he planted gentle kisses along the insides of your thighs as you came down from your orgasm and released a long sigh. "I want you inside me, Tetsurou," you told him in between breaths, "Please, baby."

"Mm," he hummed against your lips when he kissed them softly, "I'll be sure to give you what you want, kitten. Take off my pants for me, would you?"

Without hesitation, you reached for his belt once more to unbuckle it, only pausing from time to time when he distracted you with more kisses. Eventually, you were able to undo his belt, unzip his fly, and push his pants down, allowing his painful-looking erection to spring free. The way you looked at it with such lust and longing made him even hungrier for you. Since you'd sat up to help him undress himself, he gently pushed you back down onto the polished wood of the desk and ran his hand through your hair.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

His fingers found a set of yours, and they intertwined with one another tightly as he positioned himself at your entrance. That seductive, brown gaze of his watched you as he slowly pushed his member inside of you, enjoying the look of pleasure on your face that you derived from being filled up. Likewise, you kept your eyes on his, feeling your heart race in your chest when he bit his lip and grunted while he entered you.

Once he'd given you some time to adjust to his size, he began slowly thrusting into you, rolling his hips against yours to sink his dick deeper into you each time. The hand that wasn't clasping one of yours tightly started roaming every delicious curve of your body before coming to rest on your hip. In the time he spent savoring the feeling of you, he dipped his head down towards your chest, and you moaned at the feeling of his hot breath fanning across your breasts, then at the sensation of his tongue grazing your nipple.

"Faster, Tetsurou," you requested, your fingers pressing into the muscles rippling along his toned back.

He pecked your collarbone gently. "You've been wanting me since this morning, haven't you?"

"Y-Yes!" you cried out when he started picking up the pace.

"I've been thinking about doing this to you all day, baby."

More loud and erotic cries left your mouth as you allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure he was giving you. Everything he did felt divine and the way he looked at you each time his lips separated from your skin threatened to bring you over the edge even quicker than you'd anticipated. When you did orgasm, you did so loudly and without the inhibition you had the habit of displaying from time to time. 

Your toes curled as a wave of euphoria washed over your entire body that took your breath away and made you pull Kuroo's body flush against your own for contact and support as you rode out your high. Seeing you in such a state, saying his name like it was the only thing you knew while you pressed your naked body against his, brought him over the edge as well. He hissed loudly, curse words and compliments pouring out of his mouth as he released inside of you after a few, quick thrusts.

After he'd pulled out of you and cleaned up the aftermath of your sex session, you slowly got down from the desk and wrapped your arms around him tightly. The two of you stood in his office, snuggled up in a loving embrace while he whispered sweet nothings to you and kissed your temple, until you heard your phone vibrate from where you'd left it in the chair across from his desk. Once Kuroo had helped you locate and put on your underwear, you picked up your phone and saw two notifications.

kenma

im outside the building but im only waiting five mins bc im hungry.

five mins is up. meet you and kuro there.

You responded to your poor friend with, "sorry kenma! be there soon!" and urged Kuroo to get ready faster so you could meet Kenma at the restaurant where you'd planned to have dinner and drinks. You quickly slid on the rest of your clothes and buttoned up your shirt again.

"Don't worry, (f/n); you know how he is. He's probably just playing The Legend of Zelda at the bar while he waits," Kuroo complained with a dismissive wave of the hand, "Besides, I have a feeling he already knows what's going on, and that's why he left."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and questioned, "What do you mean?"

However, another text from the former setter gave you your answer.

kenma

hurry up, lovebirds.