~Zula~

warnings: light dom/sub, edging, fingering, kinky, rough seggs

"I- I can't repay you,

I don't have that kind of money, Eren." You curse yourself for thinking it, but maybe Eren will let you pay for your sins another way. It would soothe the everlasting ache for him that keeps you awake at night, and he wouldn't walk away empty handed.

He holds your elbow tightly, still pinning you. His dark eyes are locked onto yours and he's got a scowl on his face that breaks into a smirk.

"Well I can think of a few other ways we can settle this.

Remember my sweet girl, every mistake has repercussions." Suddenly Eren pushes tightly against you, and you can feel the pressure between his legs.

Your knees go weak as slick pools between your legs.

"What are you gonna do to me?" Your index finger slides down Eren’s chest as you taunt him, smirking up at him.

Then you see a darkness overcome Eren. It turns you on even further, though a trickle of fear runs down your spine that is thrilling. Eren leans in inches away from your face as he speaks.

„Toji?! What are you—” Your voice died in your throat as you saw the man leaning against your door, hand still on the doorknob. His face was blank, too blank even for him. Great, you thought, he’s finally lost it. “What’s up with you?”Then he raised his eyes to look at you.

His eyes were wide, pupils blown, like a wolf that had been starved and had happened to stumble on some fresh meat. He didn’t even seem to be breathing.

You tried to speak some sense into him. “Toji, why are you in my room?”

The sound of your voice made him twitch, like something deep inside him had jolted to life, and

before you knew it, he was pushing you on the bed, fisting your uniform in his hands and ripping. You squealed. “Woah, asshole, at least buy me dinner first—”

He gasped out a few words as he pressed his lips into your pulse, pulling what remained of your shirt off you, before moving down to your skirt. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“What?” You managed to choke out as he rapidly undressed you. He hadn’t even kissed you yet, and you wondered if he could even see through the haze in his forest green eyes. Despite yourself, despite your proud status as a staunch feminist, you felt a shiver run down your spine as you looked into that starved-wolf stare.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” he repeated, voice strangled. He looked as bewildered as you felt, marvelling at his own actions, pulling your bra off you, ripping your underwear off, spreading your legs until your knees were beside your breasts.

He was still fully clothed, you fully naked and frozen underneath him. Not that this was the first time. But he was usually much more... refined. He was the kind of man who treated sex like it was fine art, playing you like an instrument, pressing all the right buttons, dragging you along like a puppet on a string.

You watched him undo his belt, still looking like he was sleepwalking. “Toji,” you warned him, voice low even as you felt a drop of slick escape you. Maybe being a feminist could wait another day.

He stopped, a flicker of recognition pushing past his blank face. He let out a small oh, before dropping to his knees and burying his face into your cunt.

“Toji!” You gasped and arched up, utterly confused. He hasn’t even kissed me yet . His tongue was hurried yet completely methodical, like he couldn’t afford to waste time on a mistake. Funny,

that, when he always crooked his tongue just right, pressed it flat against you to lap up at your labia before sliding it right into your dripping hole, tensing the little muscle, pushing in and out and in and out and in and—

You let out a high-pitched moan, even in your confused state. Toji’s tongue was insistent, stiff against your walls, the texture of his tastebuds rubbing against you just right. Good at everything, you rolled your eyes, even as you grinded your hips against his, searching for your climax even as you recalled with a twinge of doubt that he hasn’t even kissed me yet.

Toji sped up, tongue now flicking in and out of you at light speed, nose pressed into your clit, and before you knew it you were cumming, shuddering on his mouth, crying out his name. “Toji! Enough!”

But Toji was still dead silent, eyes miles away, as he crawled up your quivering body and stood up, finally peeling his tight black shirt off, unbuckling his belt until his big brown pants fell softly to the floor. He took his boxer off with it, his cock bouncing up to hit his stomach.

The sight of it alone, thick and veiny and slapping his muscular stomach almost had you running for the hills.

“Like what you see?”

I’m not going to get out of this alive.

“Toji, are— are you okay?” You looked at his swollen cock again. He was moving now, spreading your legs to spit on your cunt, once, twice, thrice. His spit hit your skin, missing your cunt slightly to spatter on the crook of your thigh. You jerked, feeling more like an object as he went on. You refused to start liking this.

“Jeez, Toji, talk to me. You can’t just ignore me like that”

“You’ve been holding out on me.” There it was again, that absurd little accusation.

“What the fuck do you even mean by that, Toji? Why are you being so...” You trailed off. Weird? Creepy? Desperate? You had no idea how to describe the man in front of you right now, as he pressed your legs impossibly closer to your torso, moving down to meet your eyes, until you were folded in half beneath him, legs on his shoulders, putting you into a—

Oh, shit.

There’s no way.

You had gasped and slammed your phone down on your desk, face flaming with embarrassment. You sighed in exasperation. It is seven in the damn morning. You picked your phone back up, only for it to be fished out of your hands by the man sitting beside you.

“What’s got you all flustered, hm?”

“Toji!” You hissed, and by some miracle you managed to swipe your phone away without alerting your other coworkers, but not before Toji glimpsed the caption on the tiktok you were watching.

Mating press, king, and she’ll be yours forever.

You were back in your seat, sulking, still all hot and bothered.

Toji wondered what a mating press was. He decided to look it up later, just out of curiosity, nothing more.

It’s not like he wanted you to be his forever or something.

That was the first thing Toji had thought when he finally understood the picture Siri was painting in his head. When it finally registered in his dumbstruck mind what exactly the very naked couple were doing on his screen. He switched off his phone, gaping like a fish as his mind ran a mile a minute.

So that's what a mating press is. Okay then.

He shot off his bed, papers from the work he was supposed to be doing flying everywhere. Phone forgotten, powers forgotten, he all but sprinted in the direction of your room. Your room, with you in it, probably on your bed, where he could see you all folded and begging and stuffed full of his—

He had pushed your door open, half-delirious with need and filled only with a single-minded determination to put you in a mating press and fuck you so hard your insides were never going to be the same ever again. He had ripped your clothes like a damn animal, not even hearing your voice, and had barely remembered to get you ready before he tore you in half.

If he wasn’t him and you weren’t you, that would have looked like a crime scene in the making.

Now here he was, all the blood in his brain stuck in his cock, his aching, so-hard-it-was-about-to- fall-off cock. He couldn’t even keep the desperation out of his face, as his eyebrows scrunched up and his mouth fell slack with need.

“Daddy,” he had managed to gasp out, as he felt the back of your ankles pressing against his shoulders. “It’s Daddy when we’re fucking, remember?”

“Daddy,” you whined against him, face unable to reach his, seeing as you were folded like a damn pastry beneath him, his hands holding your head, the back of your thighs pressed against his chest.

“Daddy, please.” You had finally caught on with him, the stupid tiktok front and center once more in your mind. A mating press. A fucking mating press. Toji had you in a mating press and looked fully intent to break you into pieces.

I mean, it’s not the worst way to go.

Then his cock was pushing inside you. If you had any hopes about your survival before, they disappeared now as you took in his massive cock. The cock of a horse. Toji pushed in, groaning at the resistance, struggling to hold back and let you adjust. You pushed against him in earnest now, protesting at the pressure of him trying so desperately to fuck into your too-tight cunt. You needed to relax, maybe open your legs, anything but this feeling of his cock that you were sure was brushing against your tonsils the wrong way.

“Too big, Daddy, can’t take it, I need to—”

“No,” he gasped out at you, still pushing, digging his heels into the mattress. “No, no, need it, need this, can’t stop— Fuck—”

His hips were out of his control now, fucking you in tiny little thrusts, still only half-inside you. He needed the friction, needed anything, because the feeling of your thighs against his abs and your ankles up on his shoulders was—

“Need this,” he whined into our mouth. “Need this so bad, need this need this need this ‘m sorry I can’t hold it—”

“Daddy,” you pleaded to him, high off his desperation. High off the needy apologies coming out of his mouth. You let out a squeal as he finally bottomed out in you, his cock pushing your guts into your throat, his thrusts still shallow and desperate.

“Gonna make it feel good,” he muttered into your open mouth. “Swear this'll feel good for you too, fuck!” You yipped a little as he yelled out profanities into your mouth, choking out little moans of your own. His cock was too big and the press was too tight and it felt so damn good.

He fell on his forearms, and you wondered how much more you could take before bones start breaking. He laced his fingers on top of your head, thumbs on your forehead, holding you still. He mumbled out another gonna make you feel s’ good before pounding you in earnest, practically bouncing you both on your mattress. His balls smacked against your ass, and the feeling was so damn satisfying that he just had to go harder. You would sport matching bruises tomorrow, his hips on your ass. You pushed out moans in time with his unforgiving pace, a metronome playing the beat to which his sanity danced away from him.

For a second, Toji wondered if he should slow down, give you a chance to breathe, even if the effort kills him. But then he found the strength to peel his eyes open and crane his head back, taking in your tears, your sweat, those eyes of yours that practically screamed—

“More?” He sounded fucking pathetic, his voice octaves higher than it usually was, but he didn’t care. “More, you little slut? That what you want? You want more?”

“I’ll give you more,” he babbled, “More, baby, give you more give you everythin’ gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk for weeks.”

“God, I could just fucking eat you right now, look at you, yeah? You look so fucking good. So fucking—” His face was tilted down to yours, head cocked to his side, as he cooed little encouragements that drove you mad.

He sounded absolutely wrecked. He sounded like he was begging, like he was praying, even as he whispered crazed little promises in your ear.

“Shouldn’t have let me see your screen this morning. Oooh you shouldn’t have let me see that. You been thinking ‘bout this baby? Know you have, I know you have. Been wanting me to do this to

you? Yeah? Been wanting me to fold you in half and fuck a baby into you like the little slut you are?”

You clenched at his words, earning a groan from him. Your toes curled beside his head and he gripped your ankle, kissing the side of your leg in a moment of pure adoration. He managed a crooked smirk, eyes glazed over. You could swear there was nothing more beautiful in the world than that wrecked little smile, even as it twisted with pleasure. “Oooh, you want that? Want me to fuck a baby into you? Yeah? How many do you want? C’mon tell me, how many do you oooh fuck —”

“Mmm yes please yes please yesyesyesss—” was all you could manage. He laughed at you, breathless, and you wondered how he could keep up this pace and still rattle off incredibly filthy little comments, looking right in your eyes.

“You’d like that? Yeah? Gon’ look so pretty, little baby, so pretty full of my child, yeah? All round and glowing and heavy with me. All of ’em will look at you and see me, all me, see that I did that. You want that? You want that you want that—”

“Close,” was all you could mutter back. Your spit was pooled in your throat, choking you. You couldn’t swallow, couldn’t even breathe as his pace picked up and his thrusts went impossibly harder, harder and harder as he fucked you so deeply your brain shut down completely, your poor cunt red and stinging with abuse.

Toji was in bed as he was in life, absolutely ruthless. But this, oh this was different.

There was nothing else, nothing else in the world but him now. Nothing but him and his handsome face all twisted above you, sweat dripping down from strands of black hair to fall on you. Nothing but his arms holding your legs up, nothing but his hips fucking into you like he wanted nothimg more than to become one with you, nothing but his cock, his huge, hard, unforgiving cock—

“That’s right, sweetness,” he muttered, looking through your eyes and straight into your thoughts. “Just me, all me, you'll never know anything else but me. “Right, baby, just me and my cock, fuck!” He shifted, pulling his legs up, finding the leverage to thrust in and out even faster, even harder—

“Too much,” was all you could manage. “Daddy, it’s too much—” You pussy quivered in warning, your body held too tight to be able to see you through your orgasm without falling apart. You felt him grip your head again and finally, finally, kiss you, pressing his lips to yours just as you let out a sound you had never made before, just as you came and came and came and didn’t stop.

“Mmm fuck baby,” Toji muttered into your mouth, your moans coming out of you in staccato. “Yeah, yeahyeahyeah milk me fucking milk my cock gonna cum in you fuck a baby, my baby into you and you’re gonna fucking take it take it nnngh —”

You had heard stories about it, of course, orgasms that were so good they didn’t stop, crashing into one another with barely any time between them. But dear god it was never like this, this pleasure so intense it was painful, and you begged and begged and begged the black-haired monster on top of you to stop please it’s too much i’m gonna die i’m gonna fucking die please—

“Can’t,” he gasped into you, as his hips stuttered and his balls clenched and squeezed. “Can’t stop, gotta give you my cum gotta give you my baby gonna cum gonna cum you gonna make me cum you’re squeezing too hard oooh—”

You sucked in an inhale and managed to speak. “Give it to me, Daddy, want it, I want your cum.”

Toji let out a small gasp, eyes widening almost comically in shock, before—

His body curved and bowed, hips pressed hard against you, arms below your body and hands gripping your shoulders. He buried his face into your neck, teeth latching on to skin, biting down to draw blood, a choked groan making the veins on his neck pop out. His eyes were still wide open, face frozen with shock as he came, really came, his balls squeezing painfully, a deep ache in his gut, indescribable tingles all along his cock, his spine, down to the soles of his feet, up to his fried brain.

Your body protested against the sheer force he was holding you with, and you felt a few joints creak in protest before Toji lost his strength and collapsed on top of you, panting, unconscious for a handful of seconds.

When he did come to, he groaned and dropped his forehead on yours. Absently, he started kissing you. He felt like someone had taken a taser to his brain stem. He could not, for the life of him, remember what the fuck happened between him running to your room and him cumming the hardest he’s ever came in forever, but he did recall a lack of kissing.

So he kissed you now, in an almost-childlike manner, soft pecks and kitten licks. He pulled and sucked on your lips lightly, occupying his still-overloaded brain, waiting for his soul to come to him. He wondered, the post-orgasm bliss holding back any real sense of urgency, how bad he had hurt you.

Man, what the fuck happened to me?

“You went a little crazy there,” you whispered weakly, looking at the man on top of you. He still looked a bit blank, you noticed, like he honestly had no idea how he had ended up here.

Then he looked at you, eyes crinkling at the sides and looking a little more like himself. “Oh, did I say that out loud?” He laughed, kissing you again, before moving a hand down to your thigh.

You froze. “Toji, you can’t be serious.”

He looked at you like you were the insane one. “What, I haven’t broken any of your bones yet, have I? Now stay still.”

You squawked a hurried no! as he jerked you against him, your knees back up as he gave an experimental thrust.

“Sensitive,” you hissed, “Sensitive, Toji, you insatiable—”

“Insatiable is right,” he said to you, eyes wide, still looking like you just told him the Earth was flat. He towered over you, kneeling now, and with horror and a bit of something else you felt how hard he still was.

You couldn’t keep the awe out of your voice. “Toji, you just came.”

He scoffed, already starting to fuck into you. “Yeah, and?” Then he shook his head, dropping back down on top of you. “A mating press, huh? Better do some yoga now, baby girl, ain’t no way I’m giving this up.” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust, and all you could do was moan and take it.

“Toji..No more”