Oikawa Week 2k17 || AnimeTrashLord-007

Day Seven;; Pride||Kuroo (NSFW)

"Oikawa-san! To what do I owe this pleasure?" Kuroo asked, drawing out the final word into a husky purr.

Rolling his eyes, Oikawa closed the door to Kuroo's office. The room was large, larger than he deserved. It had a couch in the corner and several plants that seemed to be wilting. There was a bookshelf with a set of dusty manuals and a book series based off their company's history. It was unkempt and messy, much like the owner of the office. Even the space he used to complete his work was cluttered and disorganised. When he had accepted this job, he had required in his contract that his desk be wide enough to hold all of his belongings and tall enough to give him legroom. This was a farce, of course. He had no specific belongings he wanted to bring in nor did he need any more space than anyone else. The sole purpose behind it was inappropriate, something the brunet had lectured him on many times before. On top of that, it was an eye sore. Oikawa hated it.

Oikawa dragged his feet as he crossed the room. He could feel Kuroo's eyes on him every step of the way. Knowing the other man quite well after years of working together, Oikawa knew that his gaze would fall to his hips if he swayed them too much. That would then lead to some cheesy pickup line or a bad pun. Sometimes he would just come out and say that he wanted to bend the brunet over the table and have his way with him. Oikawa would ignore these comments or, if he was feeling frisky, tease back. This week, however, had been a disaster and he had no intention of playing nice with his carefree coworker. Coming to a stop in front of the desk, he clicked his fingers twice to regain Kuroo's attention.

"We need to go over these files. As joint heads of staff, it's our responsibility to-"

"Who cares? They don't pay me enough for this crap. You should be happy I even waste any of my precious time on this dead end job," Kuroo sighed, his lazy stare resting on Oikawa's face as he observed his features. His eyes lit up in mischievous desire, his words raspy when he spoke, "Drop the formal act, Oikawa. You can get comfortable around me. Loosen that tie, kick back, relax. Let's have some fun together."

The grin that crawled across his face sent shivers down Oikawa's spine, but it wasn't new or unexpected. Kuroo always wore that signature smirk when he thought he was being clever. More often than not, he played the role of a bad boy to lure his prey in. Honeyed words and soft touches could melt men and women within seconds. Oikawa knew how much of a nerd he was, however, so his suave demeanor and charming smile were lost on him.

"Kuroo-chan, your attitude leaves something to be desired. These are important documents and claims. People are depending on us to do our jobs, not for you to screw around in your office all day."

"I am, unfortunately, not doing any screwing here but I wouldn't be opposed to it if you'd like to volunteer."

With an offended gasp, Oikawa turned on his heels and stormed to the door. Kuroo snickered and made a comment on the nice view presented to him, which earned him an icy glare strong enough to freeze hell over. Oikawa pointed his index finger at the messy raven-haired man and growled, "Show some pride in your work, Kuroo."

The next day, Oikawa found himself heading into Kuroo's office again. Well aware of the fact that he couldn't complete all those claims by himself, he brought a peace offering and a pre-prepared request for his peer's help. Coffee and muffin in tow, he barged into the office. It was still a mess but the table looked cleaner. Oikawa narrowed his eyes as he searched the desk. Kuroo was behind the desk with a goofy smile plastered on his face so he knew he had the right room, yet he couldn't see the files he left yesterday.