breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

22 || in the tunnel

light in the tunnel womp womp. lemon ahead

Holding Iwaizumi's hand tightly, you nervously skimmed through the corridors of your dimly lit hallways, directing him straight to your bedroom.
You observed the keen smile that softly shaped his lips grow as the boy closed the wooden door behind himself, leaving the outside world in the cold winter darkness. It was just you and him now.

"Say it again,"
Iwaizumi approached you swiftly, looking down to find your gaze. His breath caressed your neck, causing light shivers to run down your spine.

"Say what?"
You chuckled as your eyes met his own dark wells, almost totally swallowed in the blackness of his pupils.

His arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing your sides with a lustful strength. His lips pressed against the crook of your neck, and following the tingles of your skin, you could feel his soft lips stretch in a smile.
"I like you."
Your breath hitched as a wave of pleasure caused your knees to give up under your own weight; your back arched slightly as you leant into his embrace, granting him a deeper contact with your aching body.

"Do you?"
Even if his voice skillfully masked the disbelief with a keen seductive tone, the uncertainty still managed to crack through the tone of the question.

You smiled softly, making sure to secure his hold as you walked backwards and fell onto the bed. "I really do, Hajime."

He was no stranger to the game of seduction, but something about your (h/c) hair tickling his wrists as it was spread on your white sheets, the unstable rhythm of your breathing, and the unusual ruddiness of your cheeks left him wordless. Iwaizumi had already studied your breath-taking beauty under all kinds of angles, lights and shadows - but there was something totally new about that raw charm you exuded.

Even though he'd already had his fair share of sex with his ex-girlfriend, something stopped him when it came to the prospect of doing the same with you.
Did he love his ex at the time?
He sure did care for her.

But right at that moment - as you were tracing imaginary circles on his arms, waiting for him to take any kind of action - he started to question the reality of everything he'd lived before.
He knew he liked you, but could it be, perhaps, that it was something much, much deeper than simple attraction and affection?

And did you actually feel the same towards him?

He felt a light tug at his sweater, and when he met your pretty face, all of the thoughts simply vanished.

"Have you ever...?"
His voice shook slightly as he uttered those words, and deep down he burned for you to deny it.

"Had crazy, unhinged, violent sex? Not really. I saved it for you," you chuckled, caressing his neck with your fingertips. Having noticed the confusion in the frown of his forehead, you clarified, "I've never done it."

You didn't want to ask him the same question, anticipating that the answer would probably upset you; right at that moment, the last thing you wanted was to ruin the mood that had been created, and that you'd so desperately been longing for.

"Hajime," you called for his attention, a hand on his cheek forcing eye contact between the two of you, "Fuck me."

His gaze glimmered with something you'd never seen in him before, and you noticed his features becoming much more tense as he assumed a somewhat more lusty expression.
Hot air hit your face, his violent breathing almost translating the hunger he had for your body: he was about to be the first, and only possessor of your innocence, body, and memories.