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Dangerous Attraction

A Toji Fushiguro x Male Reader Story

Chapter 1: First Encounter

The rain hammered against the windows of the small convenience store as you worked the late shift, fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across the empty aisles. At nearly midnight, you didn't expect any customers—especially not the imposing man who pushed through the door with predatory grace.

He was tall, powerfully built, with dark hair and a scar cutting across his lip that somehow made him even more attractive. His eyes swept the store before landing on you, and you felt your breath catch. There was something dangerous about him, something that made your pulse quicken.

"Pack of cigarettes," he said, his voice low and rough as he approached the counter. "Whatever's cheapest."

You fumbled for the cigarettes, hyperaware of his presence. When you handed them over, his fingers brushed yours—calloused, warm, electric.

"Working late?" he asked, studying you with those intense eyes.

"Someone has to," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "Don't see many people this time of night."

A smirk tugged at his scarred lip. "I'm not most people." He leaned against the counter, closer now. "Name's Toji. And you are?"

You told him your name, and the way he repeated it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Well," Toji said, pocketing the cigarettes without paying, "I'll be seeing you around."

Before you could protest about the payment, he was gone, leaving you alone with your racing heart and the lingering scent of his cologne.

Chapter 2: Tension Builds

Three nights later, Toji returned. This time he actually paid for his cigarettes, sliding the money across the counter with that same predatory smile.

"Missed me?" he asked, and you hated how your face flushed.

"You're a customer," you said, but your voice lacked conviction.

"Just a customer?" He leaned across the counter, close enough that you could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. "That's disappointing."

The air between you crackled with tension. You should have felt threatened, but instead you felt drawn to him like a moth to flame.

"What do you want?" you whispered.

"That's a dangerous question," Toji murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips. "You sure you want the answer?"

Your mouth went dry. Every rational thought screamed at you to step back, but instead you found yourself leaning forward.

"I can handle dangerous," you said, surprised by your own boldness.

Toji's eyes darkened. "Can you now?" His hand reached out, fingers ghosting along your jawline. "Be careful what you wish for, pretty boy."

The endearment sent heat pooling in your stomach. Before you could respond, the bell above the door chimed as another customer entered. Toji straightened, his touch disappearing, leaving you aching for more.

"Until next time," he said with a wink, and walked out into the night.

Chapter 3: The Chase

You started looking forward to Toji's visits with an anticipation that bordered on obsession. He came by twice a week, always during your late shifts, always with that same dangerous charm that made your knees weak.

The flirtation escalated. Lingering touches when he handed you money. Heated looks across the counter. Conversations that danced around the obvious attraction simmering between you.

"You're different from the others," Toji said one night, lighting a cigarette just outside the store's entrance. You'd stepped out during a lull, drawn to him like gravity.

"Others?" you asked, trying to keep the jealousy from your voice.

"The people who usually catch my interest." He took a long drag, the ember glowing in the darkness. "They're usually afraid of me."

"Should I be afraid?"

Toji stepped closer, backing you against the brick wall. His free hand came up to brace beside your head, caging you in. "Terrified," he whispered against your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

But you weren't terrified. You were electrified.

"Then why aren't I?" you breathed.

"Because you're just as fucked up as I am," he said, pulling back to look at you. "Aren't you?"

Instead of answering, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to you. The kiss was fierce, desperate, tasting of cigarettes and something darker. Toji groaned against your mouth, his body pressing you harder against the wall.

When you finally broke apart, both breathing hard, he rested his forehead against yours.

"This is a bad idea," he said.

"The best ones usually are," you replied.

Chapter 4: Giving In

The next time Toji came to the store, he didn't bother with small talk. He flipped the sign to 'closed' and locked the door behind him, his intentions clear in the way he stalked toward you.

"Your shift's not over for another hour," you said, but you were already moving around the counter to meet him.

"I'll make it worth your while," he growled, backing you against the wall of snacks.

His mouth was on yours before you could respond, hungry and demanding. Your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as his tongue invaded your mouth. He tasted like sin and cigarettes, and you couldn't get enough.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, his hands roaming your body. "You drive me crazy."

"Good," you gasped as he trailed kisses down your neck, finding that spot that made you arch against him. "I want to drive you crazy."

Toji's laugh was dark and sent shivers down your spine. "Careful what you wish for."

His hands found the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head with practiced ease. The cool air hit your skin, but Toji's heated gaze made you feel like you were burning.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his scarred hands mapping the planes of your chest. When his thumbs brushed over your nipples, you couldn't hold back a moan.

"Toji," you breathed, his name a prayer on your lips.

"That's right," he said, his voice rough with desire. "Say my name."

Chapter 5: Deeper

What started as heated encounters in the store evolved into something more intense. Toji would pick you up after your shifts, taking you back to his apartment—a sparse place that somehow felt more like home than your own when he was touching you.

Tonight was different. Tonight, he was taking his time.

"Patience," he murmured against your collarbone as you writhed beneath him on his bed. "I want to savor this."

His mouth was everywhere—your neck, your chest, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Each kiss, each gentle bite, wound the tension in your body tighter.

"Please," you gasped, your hands tangling in his dark hair.

"Please what?" he asked, looking up at you with those wicked eyes. "Use your words, pretty boy."

The pet name sent heat straight to your core. "I want you," you admitted, past the point of embarrassment.

"I know you do," Toji said, his voice like gravel. "And you're going to get me. All of me."

When he finally gave you what you needed, it was with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his dangerous exterior. He whispered praise against your skin, telling you how good you felt, how perfect you were for him.

Afterward, as you lay tangled together in the darkness, Toji's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin.

"Stay," he said quietly, and something in his voice made your chest tight.

"I'm not going anywhere," you promised, and meant it.

Chapter 6: More Than Physical

Weeks passed in a blur of stolen moments and heated encounters. But somewhere along the way, it became more than just physical attraction. You found yourself wanting to know everything about Toji—his past, his fears, his dreams.

"You're thinking too loud," he said one night, his arm tightening around you as you lay in his bed.

"Just wondering about you," you admitted. "You're still a mystery to me."

Toji was quiet for a long moment. "Some mysteries are better left unsolved."

"Not this one," you said, turning to face him. "Not you."

Something flickered in his eyes—vulnerability, maybe, or fear. "You might not like what you find."

"Try me."

He told you then, in halting sentences, about his past. The violence, the mercenary work, the way he'd learned to survive by being harder than everyone else. You listened without judgment, your hand steady on his chest.

"Doesn't change anything," you said when he finished.

"It should," he said roughly. "I'm not a good man."

"You're good to me," you replied, and kissed him softly. "That's all that matters."

The next morning, you woke to find Toji already dressed, pulling on his jacket.

"I have to go," he said, not meeting your eyes. "Work."

You nodded, understanding. "Be careful."

He paused at the door, looking back at you. "You know I—" He stopped, shook his head. "I'll see you tonight."

But you heard what he didn't say, felt it in the way he'd held you closer in the early hours of the morning. The realization that this dangerous man—this killer, this survivor—had fallen just as hard as you had.

"I love you too," you said quietly, and watched his shoulders tense.

He didn't respond, but he didn't leave either. Instead, he came back to the bed, kissed you with a desperation that spoke of all the words he couldn't say.

"You're going to be the death of me," he murmured against your lips.

"Only if you're lucky," you replied, and felt him smile.

Some attractions were dangerous. Some were worth the risk.

With Toji, you'd found both.

The End