warning- perv kuroo,please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable
"so, how long has this been going on?" your voice sounds firm and your hands are crossed over your chest in a way that makes kuroo feel like an idiot.
here he is, caught red-handed, breath hitched in his throat as you start drilling him. his hands are now by his side, tugging at the material for comfort as he looks around the living room, the movie playing quietly in the background, light illuminating your face, the face he's so desperately trying to avoid.
he fucked up, big time. kuroo not sure why he even did it. was it wrong? without a shadow of a doubt. it's not a nice thing to do, jerk off to your friends. still, most people do it.
however, most people don't do it while the friend is in the same room, sleeping tightly.
and obviously, most people don't get caught by said friend. kuroo just checked all of these boxes at once and instantly became pervert of the year.
kuroo's sure you will tell all your friends about his creepy behavior, tell them how disgusting you find him, how weak you think he is for not being able to show at least a modicum of self-control and leave the room to jerk off.
"uhm," he swallows loudly, voice cracking as soon as he continues, "wha-what do you mean?"
"i mean, kuroo" you stress his name in a way that makes him feel so small, "how long have you been sitting on that sofa watching me sleep and touching yourself?"
god, you know. the little bit of hope he was clinging onto fled the second you said those words. you've noticed him touching himself. he wasn't a total idiot—his cock was still tucked away in his boxers, under his sweatpants.kuroo didn't reach that level of idiocy yet where he'd just pull his cock out and start jerking off to you. no, he was just palming himself over his clothes, rubbing the bottom of his palm all over his cockhead, before returning to apply more pressure, and was actually so close to coming when a particularly loud grunt stirred you from your slumber.
"i'm so, so sorry," he tells you, and he means it. "it was a huge mistake. it shouldn't have happened."
kuroo's sure you're scared, disgusted, and sad. he's supposed to be your friend, someone you trust, which is why you felt comfortable enough to come over and watch a movie with him, why you felt safe enough to doze off on the sofa opposite him. instantly, the image of you lying on your stomach comes to mind, one naked leg peeking out from under the blanket, bent at the knee, giving him a view of your thigh, while your mouth hangs slightly open, just enough for kuroo to imagine shoving his fingers inside your mouth, getting you to gag on them.
"you're right, it was," you say as you take a step towards him, and kuroo has to look at you, even though it almost physically pains him to look into your eyes. he's such a fucking idiot who can only think with his dick. he avoids your yes but focuses on your face instead. "what were you even thinking?"
you're now standing a lot closer to his sofa, the one he's been watching you from as he sat on the middle of it, staring at you earlier while you were asleep. he was admiring the curve of your ass and the thigh that was peeking out, imagining you lying like there waiting for him to fuck you from behind, to be a good girl and take it. god, his mind is rotten and gone. all those people who said porn corrupts you? they were right. normal people don't do this shit and ruin friendships over getting off.
"i, i, i don't know," kuroo sighs and lets his head falls into his palms, which are propped on his thighs. he's desperate. everyone will hate him, as they should. most importantly, you will hate him. "i just... god. i think you're really attractive, always have. i thi—," his voice cracks so he clears his throat, "think about you a lot, always."
