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Breaking & Entering

Burglar!Toji x Afab!Reader (Oneshot)

tags: 18+ MDNI, exactly what you think it is, masturbation, fingering, raw sex, penetrative sex, missionary position, sex with strangers, maybe a bit of mask kink but not really, praise kink, spit kink, creampies, earlicking, cuddling, failed one night stand, some domestic shit

summary: you’re doing some self-care when all of a sudden toji breaks into your house

or a b-film porn plotline featuring you and toji + some corny fluff

~3.9k

thanks for reading and enjoy <3

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You often exhausted yourself.

Every day, you would come home straight from work and fuck the stress out of yourself. After that, you usually took a long nap.

Today, your vibrator battery had died as soon as you had pulled it out of your nightstand drawer.

“Great.” You mutter, tossing it back in and laying back onto your bed with a sigh.

After a moment of unfulfilling silence, you undress yourself anyway, figuring you could rub one out with your fingers. Even if it feels juvenile. Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

You slide a hand down, shivering at the tentative touch of your fingertips.

It feels warm and wet. Good.

“Fuck it,” You sigh before you start to cascade your hand up and down, your breathing quickening as you insert a couple fingers.

When you’ve coaxed yourself into climaxing and the back of your head is reeling into your pillows, you hear a knock on your door.

Probably the mailman. They’re usually late and just leave your mail on the doormat, so not important enough for you to stop.

All sound fades away when you feel your pussy flood with pleasure, tingling under your palm and sopping your sheets with cum.

“God.” Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you feel tears lining the edge of your eyes.

You try to hold onto the feeling as much as possible, soaking in the reprieve from your day to day life.

A desolate sigh from your throat muddles the aftershocks.

“I wanna cum again.” You smear the cum across your clit, rubbing it in and watching the fluid with hazy eyes.

“Need some help?” A deep voice resounds from the doorway.

You lived alone.

You jolt up immediately, and you see a large man standing there. He’s tall with a solid frame of bulky muscle, and dressed in all black. The dark t-shirt he’s wearing is stretched across the broad expanse of his chest, and you can see the outline of his hard on in his pants. Although he also has on a balaclava, you can see the square cut of his jaw and the glisten of emerald in his eyes. A large canvas sack is clutched in one of his hands, and you can see the outlines of your apartment knick knacks through the material.

The fabric of your comforter is immediately fisted into your hands as you attempt to cover yourself, “Who are you?”

“Does it matter?” He cocks his head to the side, setting the bag onto the floor with little regard for the contents.

You internally wonder what the fuck kind of response that was, “Yes!”

“Okay, I’m Toji. Can I fuck you now?” The man posits, tucking a hand into his pocket and beaming.

The blanket scrunches in your hand while you tuck it closer up to your chin. Although he doesn’t seem dangerous, you’re apprehensive purely based on the context of his arrival.

He shrugs, his next words taking an offhand tone, “You don’t have to say yes. I just wanted to help you.”

It’s almost…sweet when he puts it that way. Regardless, you take a moment to absorb his presence.

The emerald sparkle of his stare dims, “Alright, I’m gonna go.”

Toji acquiesces with an oddly good natured attitude, and he appears to even forget about the sack at his feet when he swivels past the door frame.

“W-wait.”

The muscles of his back visibly relax, and he turns back around, “Yes?”

The reply that leaves your lips is surprising, “If it’s okay...you can stay.”

As your eyes fan downwards, you can feel the intensity of his gaze even without looking. He steps toward you, his shins brushing up against the edge of the bed before he places his palms on either side of your feet. The bold actions force you to meet his eyes again.

Then, he pulls off his mask.

Pretty is the first word that comes to mind. Cocky comes second. Both are well-deserved, with his chiseled features and sweeping, dark eyelashes. His hair is tousled from being underneath the fitted cap, onyx colored strands of silk. They contrast sharply against his olive toned skin, some hair falling over his eyes and the high bridge of his nose. The underlying movements beneath the planes of his face and body ripple with an innate confidence. It’s no question that Toji knows he’s handsome, and the corners of his mouth stretch his smirk across his face as you realize it for yourself. Stupidly, but truthfully, you want to kiss him.

“Change your mind?” He asks, wrapping a hand around your ankle.

The touch causes a tremor to run through your legs, and your breath catches fast enough to make you blink.

“Is that a problem?”

Toji rubs his thumb over your skin, where the touch is soothing and curious, “You know you’re really cute. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so nice and all.”

“So can you? Help me?” You blurt out, growing impatient and afraid that you’ll lose your nerve.

Toji smiles and then rises to crouch over you, trailing his fingertips over your hips, “Well, let’s see. Based on what I saw, you like it like…this, right?”

He positions the pad of his thumb over your clit, and it nearly slips from how wet you already are.

A thoughtful noise leaves Toji, and then he slowly lifts his hand up to his mouth to lick the flat of his tongue over the heady slick. As soon as he swallows, his thumb is back on the swollen nub, and he deftly stuffs the middle and ring finger of his other hand into your pussy.

“And like this?”

At the intrusion, you let out a gasp, but Toji sinks his appendages deeper in. He felt so much better than you, his fingers thick and stroking the sensitive ceiling of your pussy. It makes your vision blur, and your heartbeat is so loud in your ears that you feel dizzy.

His thumb circles your clit faster and faster, squishing it repeatedly and forcing your pussy to pulse with pleasurable static. Once he’s knuckle deep, he draws his fingers in and out to follow the pace of his thumb until your back is arching into his hand.

“Ah, oh- oh my god!” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but he dutifully continues.

It was almost as if your resistance was so slight he couldn’t feel it. You wondered exactly how strong he was.

“So cute, I can feel your pussy twitching all over my fingers. That good, huh?” He coos, twisting his fingers inside of you.

You moan, eyes rolling back into your head when his palm slaps the underside of your already overstimulated clit over and over. This is exactly what you needed.

“Damn, you’re reacting better than I expected.”

He seems amused, yet turned on by you.

He pressed his thumb down with greater weight than before, “You really are something else.”

You hardly hear him, and instead of replying you cum on his fingers, your pussy suckling at his fingers for as long as possible before he pulls them out.

“Fuck.” You whimper, eyebrows squeezing together and shivering at the cum seeping down your core.

Even as the aftershocks of your orgasm persist, you glance at Toji in time to see him lapping at the mess you left on his hand. He leaves one hand on your hip, anchoring himself there and seemingly to reassure you as you catch your breath.

“You taste fucking good. I’m gonna have to make you cum again.” He sends you a grin as his tongue pokes out between flashes of white teeth to finish off the last dribble of cum left.

You don’t care what you have to do, you need more of him.

You weakly reach out a hand to tug at the hem of his shirt, “Please, fuck me Toji.”

Another proud grin, “Okay.”

He tugs off his shirt, and you briefly admire the grooves of muscle that trim his figure before he undoes his lower garments and throws them into the corner of your room.

The deepest lines of muscle cut into his torso, outlining his hips and the erect girth of his cock. The entirety of it is split in half by a slow moving, almost translucent trail of precum that makes the large veins running along the bottom of his cock glisten. You watch the leaking precum until it gets caught in the coarse, jet black hair criss-crossing over his balls.

“I’m gonna put it in nice and slow. Okay?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to not make a sound until he starts dragging his hardness over your soaking entrance.

“Toji.” You urge, wiggling your hips.

“Easy.” He whispers, effortlessly lifting your legs over his shoulders as he focuses on the languid heaving of his cock along your folds.

Every movement can be heard, the sluggish friction punctuated by the lewd parting of your sticky folds. You think you might actually go crazy seeing your fluids wetly mixing together and oozing over the slit on the tip of his cock.

“Once I start, cum as much as you want.” He kisses the side of your knee, and then Toji starts pushing in.

He’s steady and methodical, and when your muscles tightly accept inch after inch, he lets out a groan so hotly satisfying that you instantly constrict around him.

Although he did keep his word on going slowly, he just barely fits. You have to will yourself to maintain the stretch around him, and you nearly choke on the sheer size at any minute movement, especially with his hips now fully pressed against yours. Inside, you can feel every eager throb of his cock.

“Jesus,” Toji seems to be just as needy as you are, but he takes the time to adjust his grip on you, “Fuck. Okay.”

He brings his hips back, and you both moan at the feeling of your pussy walls clinging to Toji’s cock. Evidence of the struggle to keep him where you want him comes in the milky strings of precum that adorn the ridges of his boner. He bows his head down, experimentally driving his dick into you so he can find the spot that makes your heels bend into his back. Those first few, delicious motions cause his name to tearfully erupt from your lips, and from that point on he becomes merciless.

Your bed creaks noisily as he ruts into your pussy and makes your lungs fill with nothing but wanton pleads for him to keep going.

“Just filthy, letting a stranger fuck you like this.” Toji pants, a laugh edging along his lips as he fondly looks down at you.

The sentiment has a scowl skating across your features, “You’re the one fucking me-oh, so how dirty are you?”

He beams, “I’ll show you.”

You nearly regret asking him, because he tucks his chin against his chest and unfurls his tongue.

A long, clear thread of spit descends from his tongue, drizzling your sore clit. It then spills down onto the section of Toji’s cock that is unsheathed from your pussy, and he lets it nearly fall over the curves before he unhurriedly drives it into your pussy. You can vaguely see his spit mixing with your precum, and you can’t tell if your increased wetness is because of Toji’s saliva or his cock. It was probably both, you didn’t care enough to think more on it.

Especially not as Toji crouches further down to place his knees firmly on either side of your thighs, plunging himself in and out and in and out and-

God, you know that you're going to cum soon.

Although your sight fails you in between mind numbing rushes of cock, your eyes stay desperately trained on his. They’re glazed over from the sheer feeling of you, and the blatant pride in that is fucked out of you every time it rears its head.

After some time, Toji’s voice breaks through the cloud of bliss you have shrouding your thoughts.

“Mind if I cum inside? Just once.”

His waist and forehead are sheened with sweat, and you see his eyebrows cinch together before his mouth falls open with a shuddery oh shit.

You bite your lip, you know you shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t.

“Hurry. I’m gonna cum.” Toji says tightly, trying to slow his thrusts.

His abs clench with restraint, and it only makes the sides of his cock languidly caress the walls of your pussy until you can hardly see.

Well, he did ask nicely.

“Okay.” You gasp out, balancing his hips with yours and letting out a high whine when he starts fucking into your pussy faster.

“Really?” Toji grins, not stopping his pace and groaning when you clench ardently around the thick ridges of his cock.

“You’re fucking crazy.” He leans down, scanning your trembling body from where your pussy is being bullied into submission by him and splattering uncontrollable precum onto your thighs.

When he meets your eyes, the cunning smirk never leaves his face.

“I like that. I like you.”

He messily thrusts into you, letting your excitement seep around his cock in a pretty white ring that only grows wider as he grinds into your pussy.

“You don’t have to say it back. I know. It’s okay, just keep being good for me. Come on, let’s finish this.”

His voice is sugary yet rough in your ear, and his tongue licks at the inside of it. A shiver runs down your spine, and you can tell Toji feels it because he gives your ear another lick and spears his cock further inside your leaking, warm core.

You think you might love him.

It’s almost sickening how good he’s making you feel, sliding between your legs without a care in the world. Your silky walls beg him to stay inside, and every time he draws his cock back you get so whiny he has to shove it in hard or else you won’t shut up.

The bulky muscles of his frame are all tensed with branches of veins, and the ones adorning his stomach seem to be beating with more and more satisfaction as the slaps of your pussy yield underneath him. You can feel the sensitive nub of your clit being consistently rubbed at by his front whenever he shifts his hips. It only adds to the eye rolling pleasure of his cock as it swims through the runny syrup of your arousal.

“I’m cumming. Fuck, ah!” Your entire body succumbs to the heavenly sensation of your climax, your pussy thrumming with pleasure as it continues to take every pound of Toji’s insatiable dick.

“Fuck.” Toji follows you with the gritty swear, the heavy and gratifying feeling of his cum filling you up.

He never stops, burying a hand in your hair and pinching at one of your perked nipples with the other.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

To your surprise, he leans down to kiss you, and your tongues twist together in ecstasy. As you swallow every subsequent moan, you feel him pumping his hot cum deeper into your stretched open pussy.

The fat head of Toji’s cock is dragging so harshly and perfectly along your pussy that you’re sure you’ll never get a better fucking in your life. It had to be, Toji was too good at angling himself exactly where you needed him to be. Too fucking good at gauging how much pressure and speed it took to make you cum until your voice was hoarse and you saw fuzzy white on your eyelids.

Your cunt is overwhelmed, but still sucking at Toji’s big cock as if he had only been in you for a few seconds.

“Fuck, what are we going to do? You’re getting so full.” He trails his hand down to your waist, laying his hand flat against your stomach and not hiding the proud look on his face when you let out a cry and his cum bubbles out of your quivering hole.

“More. Please, please, please.” You shamelessly beg, squirming under him.

“More?” He tilts his head, pulling you down onto his cock by the tops of your thighs.

The sharp memory of cumming echoes in your pussy, your folds clamping around his cock.

At your clear need, the corner of Toji’s mouth lifts, “Sure, why not?”

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After thoroughly fucking you late into the night, you find yourself encased in Toji’s strong arms, shaking as he soothes his hands over your ravaged figure and tells you how amazing it was. His chest is solid against your back, and your hands are over his as he hugs you close.

“Shit.” You quietly pant, willing the fog over your mind to dispel, “Shit.”

Toji chuckles, and the deep rumble of it makes your stomach flutter.

“God, that was fucked up.”

“Shut up.” You lift your chin to look up at him, and he kisses your forehead in amusement.

“Don’t go there, you won’t like how I shut you up.”

The words make you immediately duck your chin into your collarbone, and he laughs again while tugging you nearer.

You can feel the shape of his mouth nestled in the hair behind your ear, “I’m kidding, we’re done. For now.”

This time, you turn, “For now?”

Toji shrugs, “You don’t want me to come over again?”

You scoff, and the sound only makes his lips pull over the white of his canines in a wide grin.

“You were robbing me!”

“And then I fucked you. Real fucking good too. Can’t say I’ve done that anywhere else I’ve broken into. Don’t you feel special? Being my first.”

At that, you press your lips firmly together.

“Come on, don’t be like that. I’m not a criminal all the time. Wouldn’t ever hurt you either, unless you wanted me to.” The man drawls, and you almost want to laugh because it’s oddly comforting.

You stay quiet though, and Toji’s teasing demeanor falters.

“Come on.” He repeats more gently, arms encircling your waist.

“You’re gonna put everything back. And, you’ll stop being a piece of shit.” You finally say, bewildering yourself with your own voice.

He smiles so genuinely it makes you feel stupid, but you can’t help how your heart swells at the sight of it.

“Deal on the first part. No promises on the other thing.”

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When you wake up the next morning, your stomach drops when you realize Toji is no longer sleeping next to you.

You rush out, quickly tugging on clothes and scanning your apartment with your heart in your throat.

“Sweetheart, I’m right here.”

Mechanically, your eyes land on him. He gives you a cheeky wave, and the air floods back into your chest.

“I didn’t wanna wake you up. You look pretty cute asleep, you know.”

The two of you stare at each other motionless for a while. For some reason, you’re speechless.

Toji is more disheveled than you thought he would be, seemingly held together by bits of sleep and the wrinkles of his t-shirt. His hair is mussed and swept up, as if he woke up and raked his hands through it until the chaos was out of his face. Leaned against your counter with a tired smile, he looks like he belongs in your kitchen. Like he might have always been there, in between your snack filled cabinets and the glass stove. You would be damned if you pretended he wasn’t looking extremely good either, cowlick and all. He peers lazily into the toaster as the red wiring lights up, and then back up to you.

“You want a waffle?”

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Toji never leaves your apartment after that day.

Eventually and at your urging, he gets a proper job. You can easily piece together that he still indulges himself with some shady shit, but he fucks you into the mattress every night and helps you pay the rent now so you suppose it’s fine.

Sometimes, Toji will gift you fine jewelry and when you question where he got it from he’ll shrug and say he found it on the street.

You know what he means, but you give him a kiss and thank him for it anyway.

He also tells you he loves you almost every day, and sulks when you don’t immediately reply back with the same, affectionate phrase. It reminds you of a cat, the way he’ll complain until you kiss him on the nose and tell him you love him back. When you meet the handful of friends he has, he presents you as the best thing that ever happened to him. You shyly swat his arm whenever he introduces you that way, but he keeps saying it regardless.

One day, he gives you a ring.

“Oh, it doesn’t fit.” You slide the band of metal around your index finger, and then let it snugly sit just below your middle knuckle.

Toji tsks from beside you on the couch, “Let me try.”

He grabs your hand, smoothly taking off the ring and then lifting your hand in his. Your heart still rushes with warmth whenever he touches you, and you quietly admire the lines of his handsome face as he examines your hand. Careful is the best word for how he handles you, eyes searching your fingers for the perfect place. His lengthy eyelashes are lowered, and you only see tiny peeks of verdant glimmer behind them. The smooth expanse of his cheeks are sculpted and lovely, lined with invisible specks of kisses you had given him earlier.

Then, wordlessly, he places it on your left ring finger.

It fits so perfectly you hardly register that it’s separate from your skin. As adrenaline rushes up your spine in epiphany, a thought obscures your potential joy.

“Wait,” You take pause before you can scream out in excitement, “Did you steal this?”

The inquiry makes Toji sneer and reel back into his seat.

“Fuck no! I’m not gonna steal our engagement rings.”

Every subsequent question or breath you had is knocked out of your chest.

“Oh my god! Toji-” You interrupt yourself when you give him an elated kiss on the cheek, and he wraps his hands around your waist as you shout, “So it is! And- wow! It’s so pretty!”

A chuckle escapes Toji as he smooths a hand down the back of your head before pulling you into his lap to hold you close.

“So, is that a yes? You’ll marry me?”

“Yes!” You give him a kiss that he returns just as happily, and then you settle back into his arms.

Peering at the ring and leaning your cheek into the nape of his neck, you sigh.

“Thank you, Toji. I love you so much.”

At your last declaration, you look up and find his eyes again. When your gazes meet, you can’t even attempt to describe the devoted adoration shared between you both.

“I love you too. I’m gonna take care of you, you know that?” His voice is watery, and after loving him for so long you know how genuine Toji’s promise is.

He bows his head low, emotion flooding his vision and peering at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world .

You place your hand on his cheek, fighting back your own tears.

“I know.” Then, you lightly elbow him and your tone is infused with laughter, “That’s what you get for robbing me.”

Toji hugs you closer with a roll of his eyes, but gently rests his chin on the top of your head.

“That’s what I get.”

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End Notes:

lowkey was laughing while i wrote this but also it's kinda hot? idk don't look at me HAHA

longer than i intended it to be, got carried away lol lmk ur thoughts<3

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