breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

9 || breaking in

hiii sorry for the late update! i was really busy last week but hopefully this week will be easier. thank you sososo much for all the votes and comments, hopefully youll like this chapter too :DD also yeah quick warning, there will be some lemon in this-

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Kuroo had never thought he'd get to commit a crime one day.

Since he was little he'd always thought he would become a scientist, working in his neat little lab and wearing an immaculate coat as he paced around chalkboards overloaded with chemical formulae and equations.

This to say, little Kuroo never imagined he'd be breaking the law at some point in his life.

Old Kuroo, though, couldn't seem to care less. He probably wasn't even in his right mind as he admired your house.

He did feel a little nervous, though - it showed in the almost imperceptible trembling of his hands, the excessive sweat dripping down his forehead. Some part of him was still well aware of the gravity of what was to come next,  but the other - the one Kuroo actually listened to - was way too excited to be breaking into your private space. The most intimate of them all. 

Your room would unveil all of you to Kuroo's greedy touch.

He had already collected many things in your shrine at home, and he had even the photo of your cute white panties hanging on his wall. But now he could get to touch them. Play with them. Sniff them, fuck them.

He shivered, giddiness rushing through his body.

The thought of physically holding your undergarments made him weak to his knees, his stomach churning in anticipation.

With one last nervous glance at the street below your house, he sneaked into the garden.

He toured around the house for a while, looking for any possible entrance. And he found a sweet spot right in the kitchen window.

It was probably broken - something in the lock looked off, thus making it impossible to fully close the window. That was definitely a huge flaw, but at that moment Kuroo only thanked any superior being for the malfunctioning.

He pushed the casement open, creating a respectable passage from which he then hoisted his body up, managing to sneak his upper half inside. He found support for his hand on a cutting board right on the kitchen counter, levering his weight on a shoulder to pull his leg through the gap.

Finally landing on the floor of your kitchen, he took his time to take in the new environment. Architecturally, the space was organized just like in his own house, but the different decorations gave a whole new vibe to it. Plus, your messy touch had left a trace in the small space, making it a thousand times better than any other house on earth.

Kuroo made sure to leave behind a trail of his own touch in every room and corridor he walked through before reaching your bedroom. His hand glided effortlessly on the wooden banister as he climbed the stairs, quickly locating the room he would observe almost every night from the outside. He'd seen you absorbed in the most various activities through your window: you trying to study, failing miserably as you suddenly threw your physics book against the window; yawning, sleeping. Changing after the shower.

He timidly pushed the door handle down, his heart almost beating out of his chest and his hands shaky on the cold metal. Fuck, he was actually doing it. He was really about to step into your room.

You shouldn't have come back until later that evening - Kuroo had everything planned out perfectly. A maximum of twenty minuter to break in, five break minutes to look around the house. And a whole hour to cherish your room.