stalker!toji x sweetvirgin!reader, implied afab
tw: stalking (obvi), nsfw, surveillance, obsessive tendencies
the date had been perfect. almost too perfect, though you didnât want to let that thought cross your mind. toji had picked you up at exactly seven, dressed so handsomely you found yourself staring at him too many times throughout the night.
heâd been the perfect gentleman. heâd opened your car door before and after dinner, pressed you to order whatever you wanted (âmoney comes back. let me take care of you tonight.â) and walked you up the stairs to your apartment before leaving without any other advances.
the feeling was so exhilarating it bordered on annoying. youâd dressed up for him, had slipped into a pretty white number short enough to edge on scandalous, and even though youâd caught his sight on you many times throughout the night, he didnât do anything.
a part of you was glad about that. you werenât a stranger to most acts, but sex itself was a line youâd yet to cross simply out of will. you were a little scared if you were honest, the want in your body warring with the idea of giving yourself to the wrong person at the wrong time.
youâd only seen him a few times, and been on one date with him. yet somehow, that want you had kept at bay for years and years now was starting to become a full fledged tsunami you were scared you couldnât control.
toji had nearly tripped over himself running to the shower the moment heâd gotten home, setting the water to the coldest it could possibly go.
was he torturing himself? sure. but he blamed you for every moment of it, blamed you for sitting across from him smelling like vanilla and caramel, blamed you for looking at him with bright eyes and smiling so sweetly while his dick twitched in his pants.
it had taken everything in him to turn around at your front door and head down the stairs casually instead of kissing you until you couldnât breathe.
he wanted to do this right. as long as he reminded himself that, that he wanted not just a quick fuck but something more with you, he could do this right.
but even as the water threatened to freeze his bones, he didnât leave the shower until he finally gave in and came so hard stars blinked in his vision.
fuck. what were you doing to him?
the next few days consisted of a routine so abnormal to toji that he considered changing his name. he'd spent hours and hours in front of his computer, watching you as you hurried around your apartment and tracking your car everytime you drove around.
sometimes, when he got antsy from how long it had been since you'd left your place, he'd tug on his hoodie and find you wherever you were. he knew he didn't have do this anymore-- in fact, it might've been the smarter decision to not.
but it was addictive. now that you knew who he was, it felt almost like a game, gathering all of this information about you and learning how to please you just so you'd be happy with him.
you felt like a prize he had to win.
objectifying? maybe. toji didn't see it that way.
his favorite part of his new nightly routine was texting you. once he'd showered and changed, he'd set up his laptop in bed and lay down beside it, phone in hand and a grin on his face.
it was so fucking fun to tease you. you made it so easy, too. you liked it, liked him. he could gather that much. it made his words bolder, his actions more obvious.
and the more you got to know him, the more perfect toji seemed to you. he felt like the first man you'd ever actually talked to. it made you nervous, like if you made the wrong step he'd back away from you. so maybe you leaned into whatever game he was playing (because everything was a game, wasn't it?).
and impatiently, you waited for the day you'd see him again.
perhaps it was fate when you walked into the grocery store that evening. toji liked to refer to it as the trusty tracker on your car, but oh well.
your dinner plans had gone kaput thanks to your expired milk, and you decided to take that as an opportunity to finally leave your place and pick up the groceries you'd been procrastinating for days now. you had been in the cereal aisle when you first spotted him. your steps came to a complete halt as you narrowed your eyes at him.
was he...staring at the cocoa puffs?
that was your favorite cereal.
"wow," you breathed. toji turned at the sound of your voice, a flicker of faux recognition passing through his face as his lips tilted up.
all of a sudden, you became entirely too conscious of how absolutely underdressed you were. fuck, of course you had to see the potential love of your life the day you'd sauntered out in a shirt and shorts, makeup nonexistent on your face.
at least you should've had the foresight to put a bra on. for fucks sake.
"hi," you replied meekly. "how are you?"
toji's heart clenched at the question. he fisted his palms in his pockets as he turned to you, letting the easy smile linger.
"'m good. much better now that i saw you. whatcha doin' here, angel?"
it would be an intense understatement to say you didn't love his little pet names for you. your cheeks burned brighter as you shifted your eyes to the cereals, waving your hand at them.
you bit your lip to hide a smile. âis it now? i had no idea."
"sassy," toji remarked. then, a pause as he glanced at you up and down for a moment.
it was like he was battling with himself as he spoke next. "next time you need somethin', ma, tell me. you don't need to be running around looking pretty and waiting for someone else to snatch you up."
"i- uh. um. if that was a psa for night safety, i give it five stars."
toji's smile grew into a grin. "yeah?" he stepped closer then, crowding your space as you breathed in the scent of his cologne.
leaning down to your level, his breath kissed the top of your ear as he whispered, "there are a lot of things i can show you that you can rate me on, sweetheart."
stepping away, he grabbed his cart and kicked a cereal box into it before strolling by, that smile still on his face.
"and i can promise you exceptional performance."
dinner was the last thing on your mind. as soon as you got home, you tried to busy yourself with chores, stuffing all the groceries you'd bought into every nook and cranny in your kitchen as a podcast blared through your phone speaker.
but all you could think about was him. it was dangerous how fast you were falling and you knew it; everyone did. your friends were skeptical, having never met the man, and you'd only been on one date with him thus far.
was it lust? you wanted to believe it was-- every nerve in your being told you it was. you'd been celibate your whole life and that neglect combined with an intensely attractive man (who, admittedly, knew how to flirt) was doing things to you. it made you want to do things.
it was like you saw him everywhere, though, a figment of your imagination running around in daylight every time you dared to step out of the house. it wasn't like he was following you, no sane man would, so...how were you supposed to explain that?
you'd done your fair share of internet stalking, too, but toji fushiguro was nearly a ghost on the web.
your crush on him was growing exponentially, you realized. every buzz of your phone had you flipping it over in hopes that it was his text, just for your cheeks to burn when you realized it wasn't.
"i'm fucking crazy," you muttered to yourself as you got into bed. "i'm insane."
toji leaned back in his chair as he averted his gaze from you, a poor attempt to give you privacy.
"me too, doll," he said to his ceiling. "me too."
he'd tried today. really, he did. he just wanted for you to see him for once, to say hi and maybe ask about his day. instead, he'd waited until you stumbled across him so naturally a sweet thing like you could only blame fate. and then he'd pulled your strings, taunted you, made a promise he was certain he could keep but wasn't sure you wanted.
wasn't sure, my ass. he was sure. he just needed you to be, too. but he wasn't sure if he wanted to wait that long. fuck, any other girl and he would've already left his mark on (and inside) her too many times to count. but he had to resign himself to whatever misery this now was.
the next day, he wasn't sure how he ended up at your apartment. his self control was slipping, he realized, when the simple drive-by had turned into him slipping your window open and climbing into your room while you were out.
he'd been there before, of course. he'd had to install his little cameras, and he smiled at the teddy bear in its spot like the two of them shared a secret or some sort of morbid inside joke. it's beady eyes were still trained so that the entirety of your room could be seen, but he shifted it ever so slightly just for the satisfaction of the change.
proof that i was here, and you'll never know.
toji had beelined for your dirty clothes hamper then and wasted no time grabbing the first pair of panties he saw before climbing out and heading back to his car again. there was no other word for his insanity other than depravation, because that's what it was. he was depraved of you. starving, like an animal in heat, like the first curse word a kid would learn and had to resist speaking.
thankfully, he made it to his own parking garage before pulling the panties out of his pocket and shoving them onto his face. your aroma hit him strong and the effect was instantaneous, his dick straining against the zipper of his jeans.
"inside," he whispered to himself as he unlocked his car door. "wait until you're inside."
that's all he could do. the minute he headed in, he leaned his back against the door, pulling his cock free and wrapping your cotton panties around it in a desperate attempt to emulate you.
"fuck, fuck, fuck." the adrenaline of the trip combined with the purity of you around him had his hand moving faster, squeezing the length and shuddering as he imagined you. god, how warm you would be. he'd start slow, unlike the moment he was stuck in now, carefully dragging in and out so that he could outline and memorize the feel of your walls. then, he'd wait until you asked- no, begged him to go faster. would you be teary-eyed, or would you be a little minx in bed? he couldn't tell, not when you gave yourself everything you thought you needed. he'd take you in the shower and watch the water run down your plump tits, and then he'd move you to the bed and wake you up with his fingers kunckle-deep inside you. over your kitchen counter, on your couch, every available area in your apartment would be christened until you couldn't bring another man home without thinking of him. and then, he'd do it all over again once you brought you to his.
toji dreamt and dreamt until he finally came. the load coated your underwear, and he shuddered as he watched it and imagined absolutely ruining you.
he'd ruin you, he was sure of it.
"my sweet angel," he said into the darkness of his house.
the second date was sweeter. dinner had been nice, but toji was tired of always sitting across from you, always too far apart even when you were together.
so he had suggested a movie. you frequented the theater, he had noticed, and had a particular love for all things cinema. so when his text had came through, you'd rushed to your closet, digging out the new sundress you'd bought before rushing to your shower.
you'd slipped it on without much thought, knowing you felt good in it. it was a pastel yellow, the hem touching mid-thigh and the neckline framing your cleavage. nothing scandalous, you noted as you did a quick twirl in your bedroom mirror. it was a horror movie after all-- you didn't want to seem desperate.
but toji was, and fuck, you didn't help. not when you sat beside him for nearly two and a half hours smelling like a goddamn bakery. you'd shove your face into your hands every time a jump-scare would pop up before smiling sheepishly like you were trying to save your dignity. at one particularly creepy scene, you'd turned towards him, closing your eyes and leaning impossibly close to his arm. it was an instinctive reaction, and you'd pulled away with a bright blush when you'd realized, but toji had smiled lazily at you like he'd enjoyed the moment.
"i'll protect you, ma," he'd said at one point. "nothin' scary can get to ya."
"say that when i'm sleeping alone tonight," you'd murmured without much thought.
toji had sucked in a breath. did you realize what you had said, what you had implied?
but your words (and, admittedly, the sweet sounds of your gasps and squeals) had settled low in him, low enough to cloud his judgement as he reached for your hand.
by the time the two of you walked out of the theater, your cheeks were burning bright red, both from the sheer adrenaline of the movie and the fact that your hand was still in toji's. it was large and warm, rough from whatever job he did (was it weird that you still didn't know?) and interlocked carefully.
"you liked it?" toji asked.
you pulled yourself out of your thoughts and nodded, turning to him with your statement smile. "obviously. i mean, it was terrifying, but that's what makes it good."
and then, a beat later, "i'm glad we came," you said softly.
toji's heart lurched as you stepped into the cold air of the night. he looked down at you, watching as you shifted your eyes down then away in direction of his car.
"i really liked the actors, too; they were a good choice, weren't they? and that one scene with the blood- that is going to stick with me a for a while. i honestly didn't expect it to be as gory as it was--"
"you're rambling," toji interjected. his voice had dipped low as you neared his car, and you bit your bottom lip sheepishly.
"oh. oops. sorry. it's a bad habit."
"no," he said, shaking his head. "i didn't say it was bad."
you stopped at the passenger door and looked up at him, narrowing your eyes in a way that reminded toji of an angry rabbit. "you don't have to say it, but rambling isn't the best thing, you know? really, it's a defense mechanism, and the most useless one there possibly could be-"
toji didn't bother letting go of your hand when he dipped down and brushed your lips with his. the action rendered you speechless, eyes widening for a moment. it was soft, something that could've been mistaken for a gust of wind, but both your heart and your belly began to do cartwheels as you inhaled sharply.
he pulled away for a moment, gaze traveling across your face as his the corner of his lip tilted up.
"sorry, ma." his breath fanned across your face, the warmth a stark difference from the cold against your back. "should'a asked."
"i- it's ok," you whispered back. a part of you was afraid toji could hear the way your blood was flowing under your skin, tumbling and turning at the sheer proximity of him to you.
"it's not, baby." unlocking his hand from yours, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before dropping his eyes back to your lips. "i'm gonna need you to tell me this time; let this happen properly."
every part of his being was battling inside of him. this was nothing, he tried to remind himself. he was in no way unexperienced, and a kiss meant nothing to him. it should mean nothing to him.
but fuck. this felt like it was everything and more.
he'd been dreaming about this moment for weeks now. how would it happen, how would you taste? would it be the cherry lip balm you'd swiped on in the theater, the remnants of coke still on your tongue? how sweet could you possibly be? how much sweeter?
he smiled dangerously. "tell me i can kiss you. tell me that you want it too, sweetheart."
you glanced between his dark eyes as you measured your breaths.
just a kiss, you told yourself. it wasn't like you hadn't kissed anyone before, so this would be just another kiss.
"i want you to kiss me, toji."
every dam in toji's body broke. he shifted forward and slotted his lips against yours, and perhaps this was true nirvana. every man before him should count their fucking days, he thought. nobody should've had you like this, nobody else deserved it. he barely did. and there was no entertaining the thought of someone after him, because it was untrue.
pushing you against the car, toji curved his body over yours and swallowed your gasp. you really were sweet, nothing like any of the bitches he'd been with before. you were completely pliant under his arms as he grabbed your waist, trailing his fingers up your side before grabbing the back of your throat and tilting you up.
"fuck," he muttered against your lips. "this what i've been missin' all my life, angel."
"yeah?" your own hands came up to his shoulders to stabilize yourself as he broke from you, panting and bleary in the darkness of the parking lot.
"yeah," he repeated. tilting his head, he dipped his lips against your jaw, and you gasped, clutching his shirt and arching against the car at the sudden movement.
"sensitive little thing," he mused as he nipped at your skin. for a man of his status, it was almost embarrassing how hard he was from a simple makeout session, but he couldn't honestly give a single shit. it was exhilarating to have you like this, and for a moment, he wondered if you'd let him lift your dress up right here and fuck you until he had to carry you back to his place.
just the thought of it had his dick straining.
another sound slipped out of you as he peppered kisses down to your neck before tugging harder. "toji-"
he only hummed as he continued his ministrations. as much as he wanted to sink into you, his first order of business was marking you.
perhaps it had been a game to him this entire time; you were his prey, the pet he'd been trying to catch with a block of cheese, and god if he didn't leave his mark on you yet. it had been long enough.
"toji," you said again, voice tapering off. "we're- we're going to get in trouble-"
his voice rumbled against your neck and whimpered, your thighs tightening at the sensation and his words. your underwear was surely sheer, embarrassingly turned on in a way you didn't think was possible.
after a final nip, toji pulled away from you, smiling proudly at the darkened spot on your neck. your hand slapped against the skin as your eyebrows dipped. god, if only you knew the thoughts running through his head.
"what did you do?" you asked suspiciously, but your voice wavered, pleasure still rolling through you in throes.
"nothin' worth your worry," toji said, that lazy lilt in his voice replaced by something rougher. "'s your fault you taste like vanilla."
he backed away just far enough to let you stand properly and watched as you lifted your weight back onto your feet. "been waitin' to do that, you know."
the blush was still bright on your cheeks as you looked up at him. "to kiss me?"
you fidgeted with your hands, the bangles on your wrists clinking together as you fought a not-so-innocent smile. "like what?"
"sweetheart," toji said then, pulling you off the car and opening the passenger door for you, "if i start listing the kinds of things i want to do to you, we may not even make it home tonight."
a/n: pt 3? prolly will be mainly smut if anything but IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE !! been hella busy cuz im moving to my apartment near school n just life (and also writers block fml) but lmk what yall think <3
tags: @casuallyenchantedyeti @minnnp @lilyalone @desolatelyadmired @moon-stone-987
