#blitziwitchwrites

that was until stalker!toji saw you with his own eyes for the first time. your father certainly had quite the security team, and it would’ve been impossible for just any assassin to break in, but toji isn’t just any assassin. he’s toji fushiguro. yet, for the first time in his life, he couldn’t bring himself to quickly and quietly take out his target and leave when he saw you heading into your bedroom after a shower for the first time, watching you shut your door and drop your towel to reveal your fit young body and plushy ass and thighs as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

stalker!toji who didn’t even care about how conceited you may have came off, examining your own naked form in your large full-size mirror on your bedroom wall. he was too busy remembering how to breathe, but not breathe too loudly, as he stood in your closet and watched you turn around and glance back at yourself towards the mirror, your nipples small and dark and perky and your breasts still lightly dripping with light droplets of water from your wet, pinned up locks of hair.

stalker!toji was too busy worrying about accidentally opening the door when he realized the growing tent in his pants, the first time this had ever happened in his whole life. he’d been married before, had two kids, but when his wife tied, toji kind of lost his marbles and had his kids taken from him and put into the foster system. he started his life on the run after that, sleeping with older women who had places of their own or big wallets that would pay for a motel room so that he didn’t have to, but toji had never cared about them much. and he certainly had never had the opportunity or half the mind to get this worked up over a sweet and young little thing like yourself, yet here he was, out on the job and palming himself through his pants, oblivious to the fact you would have to go to your closet sooner or later, where he was hiding, to get your clothing after your shower.

stalker!toji who finally remembered how to breathe, although a little too loudly, when he let out a breath of relief when he watched you turn to your bed and begin to dress yourself in the clothing you had already laid out on your bed before your shower, meaning you likely would not have to enter your closet and stumble upon this large assassin with his own lethal weapon now firmly grasped in his hand and a gun tucked into the back of his jeans.

stalker!toji who watched you take your time getting dressed, watching you take selfies of yourself in your flimsy white bra and thong, stroking himself as his cock shook violently in his hand, careful not to touch your closet door and knock it open with his pumping fist. your closet has sliding doors and all it takes is one rough pump and his fist accidentally knocking on the door to cause his dignity to fall in shambles, along with his life that truthfully went down the toilet years ago.

stalker!toji who is holding his breath when you finally finished getting dressed and begin to walk over to your closet, his heart pumping so loud he can hear it in his soul. stalker!toji who steps away from the door, his throbbing cock pulsing in his hands, his cum bubbling up and begging to spurt out of his burning tip, as you push open your closet door just enough to each inside and grab your heels from the little shelf right at the door. thank god you’re busy looking over your shoulder, talking to some woman outside of the door, maybe your mother or a housekeeper or other house staff of some sort, not noticing the way there is a large man hidden in the shadows of your closet, his cock twitching and pointed right at your arm, threatening to splatter his seed all over your skin when he notices how soft your skin is and how gentle your face is.

stalker!toji who isn’t even pumping his cock anymore, just holding it, his finger pressed over his tip and attempting to smother out the cum oozing from his tip as he hears you speak and watches how delicate and small your hands are, grabbing your heels and taking them out, sliding your closet door shut when your done. he’s grateful you’ve shut him into the darkness so that he does not have to look at his hand that is covered in his cum, your closet floor and his shoes also slathered in his pathetic, impulsive sticky seed.

stalker!toji who tucks himself back in his pants and exits your closet in a haste when he hears you finally leave your room with the woman and shut your door behind you, making sure to snatch your latest pair of used panties from your laundry basket before he sneaks his way out of your bedroom window again, shoving the used undergarments in his pocket as he racks his brain on how to drag this job out as long as possible before he can fake its completion, take the bounty, and find a way to take you for himself and hide you away for the rest of his newly obsessive days.

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hiii! this is my first imagine that i randomly got a heavy splash of inspo for, haha. hopefully will make this into my first little series, if it does well! 

masterlist!