breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

12 || mine

Just like he'd done not too many days ago, Kuroo hoisted his body using the window sill, then swung a leg into your dark kitchen. He didn't even bother to try being quiet, he just let his body freely hit whatever came in its way.

His mind was spaced out the whole time, too dizzy to even process the environment.

But hell, did it feel good to be in your house again. In your space. Kuroo giggled like a kid, accidentally tripping on his feet as he ran his slender fingers on the kitchen counter. A loud crash was heard in the deafening silence of your house when he knocked over a glass on the table. But he carried on as if nothing had happened.

The whole place rested in a dreamy aura, dark blue hues from the pitch-black sky and the milky moonlight permeating all of Kuroo's surroundings. It felt unreal, secret. A break from reality made for him and him only, where he could find shelter from the thousand worries that constantly persecuted him.

And it felt also so arousing for some reason. Kuroo was so excited, still wandering around your countertops and brushing his hands on the chairs.

He felt so needy that night. Seeing you walk around in your pretty underwear, the worry on your face as he threw stones at your window. That was going to be your game! Kuroo liked it, and so did you. Right? He was gonna do it every night!

So he ran up the stairs, uncaring of the loud thumping of his feet against the creaky wood. He was just so eager to see you. Touch you, feel your supple skin fleeting under his fingertips. Explore you, hands wandering around the lumps and creases of flesh.

He could already feel himself grow inside his boxers, so with each step he took he also awkwardly tried to brush his legs against the arousal. But he knew that it was only a matter of seconds until he reached you, and then he'd let you handle his little accident. He was tired of having to do everything on his own - a little help wouldn't kill nobody, after all.

You had to get acquainted with his body, right? The body you'd be spending the rest of your life with. The only body you'd be seeing for the rest of your days.

He froze in front of your closed door, slightly leaning in with his legs so as to make the bulge in his pants rub lightly against the wooden surface. And with the loud thudding of his heart, the only other audible noise in the house was the monotonous ticking of time, the muffled sound coming straight from your room.

Kuroo stood in that same position for what felt like ages - mouth ajar with his lips brushing on the surface, the rough wood grains skimming under his sensitive skin - just to make sure you were fully asleep before trying to enter. And once he was sure enough, he carefully pushed the door handle down and sneaked into your dimly moon-bathed room.

Almost drunk in excitement, Kuroo took a shaky breath leaning into the closed door behind him, stroking a hand on his erection through the thin fabric of the shorts. The atmosphere was intoxicating - that secrecy, the crime, they all made him so alive.

Knowing that his only desire was so helplessly enclosed in the folds of the sheets, a few meters from him, this inebriated him. Knowing that he could handle you to his pleasure, observe as you reacted unconsciously to his touch.

He wanted to see you arch your back when he'd tear your innocence with one single lascivious movement. Your purity would be his and only his. All his. Only he could touch, kiss, fuck you. Only he could hear your moans, listen to your voice dissolving into the clicks of lips, soft and wet kisses that would've broken the surreal night.

And so he crawled to your bed, eyeing you like a hungry animal. His cheeks were burning to the touch, his dick throbbing under the pressure of his boxers. At that moment, he really was only a feral animal. There was no humanity left in his features, sole and pure instinct twisting his face.