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bakubunny · 4 months

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a/n: more stalker!aizawa. this may be the final part. hope you enjoy.

tw: f!reader, stalking, yandere behavior, masturbation, panty sniffing, panty snatching, sex toys

today, we’re revisiting stalker!aizawa who made it a habit to huff your dirty panties and jack off in your room after you left for work, but lately even that wasn’t enough. he felt as though - no, he knew - he was going insane. shota knew that he’d gone way too far into the deep end as he couldn’t help but groan too loudly with your scent under his nose. his hips bucked as he started to thrust into his fist, eyes fluttering shut, wishing that you were there to be stretched out by his cock.

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it had been five months since you moved to this new neighborhood, and at some point, something started to feel off. you couldn’t put your finger on it, but something felt different here, in this home. you chalked it up to the old age of the house, the different creaks and shifting noises at night that made you lock the windows and shut the curtains tight. you stopped using the little balcony out back to read or catch up on emails no matter how nice the weather became. but there were other aspects that didn’t add up, ones that made you question your sanity.

some days you were sure books on the shelves in your living room had been shifted or decor had been slightly offset. the mail was stacked ever so slightly more neatly than you’d left it. things you were looking for were usually where you expected them to be, but not always. you could have sworn you’d left the recycling full last night, intending to take it out in the morning. and the coffee creamer in the fridge had been almost empty, hadn’t it?… it was at the top of your alexa shopping list, you’d just added it yesterday. your keys were hanging by the door where you usually left them, though you were sure you’d dropped them on your dresser in a rush to get to bed.

then, items slowly started going missing; first, it was a pair of panties you thought you’d left in the laundry hamper. next, it was a sock without a matching pair, that cheap hairbrush you kept as a backup, and a photo you could have sworn you’d hung up. your nearly empty body lotion - your favorite scent - and a tube of chapstick you left in the same place every morning.

the only escape - relief, really - that you found was being at work. even the travel to and from felt daunting, heavy. you could never place why.

✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧

all of it started innocently right after you’d moved in; you’d invited shota over for dinner once as a thank you for helping you that fated day your moving truck pulled into your driveway. after that, he’d started integrating himself into your life easily enough, running into you at the places you frequented. it was enough to say hello, but not too often to make you suspicious that he was the one making a chill slip down your spine when you were alone.

you’d accepted it readily, the silly, reckless civilian you were, that he wasn’t following you to the library… or the coffee shop… or the grocery store. no, you’d thought he just had things in common with you. you both liked to read in your free time, you enjoyed coffee from the same place, and you just so happened to go to the same grocery store. he’d even walked home with you from the library one day when it was dark out. of course he was safe. he’s a hero after all….

shota turned to watching from the sidelines when that wasn’t enough. he peeked in on your sleep on the nights he wasn’t on patrol, just peering into the curtained windows when your lights were still on to keep an eye on you. but now that had evolved into something else, too. his new weeks long habit became watching you sleep as he stood in your room, entranced by your scent. he palmed his hard cock when he saw your peaceful face as he stood in your room. shota quickly got ahold of himself and left before you knew he was there.

even still, in the coming days, shota planted a camera in each of the various rooms in your house so he could protect you without even being there. it just so happened that he was lucky enough to see your beauty in its entirety every day now…. he could hear your breathing as you slept in the headphones he wore from the comfort of his bed and his length throbbed in his hand. he could shamelessly whine, fuck his hand or a silicone sleeve as hard as he wanted to fuck you while he watched you dress. it was perfect.

until it wasn’t.

✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧

it had been no more than a month since shota planted the cameras. he’d found himself at an all time low.

shota slipped his hand into his boxers in the middle of the night in front of your still body, your panties from earlier that day in his other hand. he breathed your scent deeply a few times as he slowly stroked his cock head and bit back a groan before pulling out his thick length, heavy in his hand. he ached so badly to run the weight of it across your lips as he stroked. you were so beautiful, so perfect, the prettiest sight he could have imagined you’d be as his eyes rolled.

but you, his sleeping beauty, now pretended to be fast asleep in front of him. you could hear his heavy breath against the fabric of your used panties, hear him stroking his cock. he was staring, watching you “sleep,” and you were terrified, unsure of what he’d do if he knew he’d been caught, unsure if he already knew you were awake with your body laid stiffly. still, something about listening to him stand there and stroke himself made your thighs clench and your cunt throb with need. you wanted desperately to slip a hand between your legs and find relief. but you didn’t.

shota came with a silent grunt into his hand. he used your panties to clean up the mess and stuffed them in his pocket. he knew it was stupid and risky, but he did it anyway. with his goal completed and his prize in hand, shota silently slipped out of your house, being sure to lock the back window that he entered through. he got a motion notification on his phone as he opened his front door.

you reached into your nightstand and pulled out a dildo. his eyes blew wide with reawakened lust, and his skin burned hot. you threw back the covers and grabbed lube before spreading your legs wide for the girth of the toy. you wasted no time, sinking the head of it into your aching cunt with a loud moan. shota stared in disbelief, heart pounding at the notion that he’d probably been caught as he put on headphones.

soon you were fucking yourself with a long stroke and a heavy thrust. your body shivered as you panted, thinking of him standing there. just watching. your head spun with the knowledge that he needed you so badly that he’d break into your home and fuck his own fist in front of you while you slept. heat washed over your face and a whine left your lips when you imagined how his eyes rolled with your panties in his face. you wondered how many times this had happened without you knowing and felt yourself clench hard around the toy that was making lewd, sloppy noises as it slid between your folds.

you knew it was wrong, that it should scare you more than it did, but the thought and memory of shota only pushed you towards orgasm. and fuck, what if he knew you were slamming a thick toy into your messy cunt with both hands, moaning and panting like a bitch in heat because of him right now? what would he do?… the thought was almost enough to get you there; you slipped a hand over your clit and rubbed circles into your skin as you came hard, moaning shota’s name. you nearly pushed the toy right out of your cunt from squeezing so hard as you fucked yourself through it.

but one wasn’t enough. no, you fucked yourself to orgasm as he watched you shake two more times before checking the clock, realizing you had to be up early in the morning before cleaning up and going to sleep.

shota stared blankly at the screen as you slept. his eyes drifted down to the fresh mess of cum in his hand. he didn’t know what he was going to do next, but he knew he couldn’t stop here.

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