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In that same moment the bathroom door swung open. Toji had a toothbrush between his teeth. Only a towel balled in a tight fist covered him, his defined v-line trailing downward then disappearing behind it. His body and hair were soaked, muscles shining under the daylight coming through an open window nearby.

“You’re awake,” He greeted once he noticed you gawking. A bag was lifted. “Brought some things from your bathroom to freshen up.”

Your morning voice was croaky.

“You went to my house?”

“I had a mission to complete.”

“Wait, I don’t have an alibi.”

“I’d make it clear I did it. Blame it on a curse user.” Toji leaned his knee onto the bed, close enough for your noses to touch as he glanced down at your lips, “Now, you can start thanking me with a kiss.”

He hungrily reciprocated as soon as your lips pressed to his.

“If you — already did it — then — why did you come back here?” You asked between kisses, “I could’ve had the money delivered to you.”

Toji refused to cease his bombardment of pecks, the taste of toothpaste heavy on his lips. “It’s more complicated than that. Should know that payments aren’t only about money anymore.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Sighing, you felt him kiss the crook of your neck, “Okay but you’ll need to be gentle. I’m still sore.”

“Not here. I still need my payment, ma’am. Cash version.”

“But the maids —“

“I had your husband send them all home before I left.”

“I suppose that would make it easier for me to get back in the house.” You gestured down to the hickeys spotted all over your neck, “Especially like this.”

“I told him.”

“Told him what?”

He mumbled against your throat, “That we fucked. Twice.”

You shrugged. “I assume he didn’t care?”

“Trust me, he did.” Toji laid on his side on the mattress. His towel — which you now realized looked identical to your home kitchen set — barely covered his manhood. “A lot of men would find a pretty woman, lock her up, then ignore her. It gives the satisfaction of control. If the man truly didn’t care he wouldn’t have kept you prisoner in your own home.”

Goosebumps appeared when a chilly breeze from the window hugged your nudity. Shifting from under the covers, you stood barefoot on the floor. Your arms were above your head as you stretched; raised onto tiptoes while your back arched like a cat.

“Whatever. What’s done is done.”

Toji smirked to himself while he watched you — specifically your ass — strut into the bathroom.

The toothpaste in his mouth grew stale the longer he remained captivated. Emerging from the bathroom minutes later, you bent over the duffel bag to grab a fresh-looking toothbrush, toothpaste, and baby wipes. Toji’s tongue toyed with the toothbrush in his mouth when his dried cum stuck to the inside of your thighs caught his attention.

“You know you get to brag now, right? Not a lot of women have fucked me to sleep.”

“Oh I know,” your smirk rivaled his, “I was waiting for the right moment to rub that in your face.”

As much as Toji wanted you to rub your pussy in his face instead, it would have to wait.

That made the man unbearably impatient.

“Hurry up. I get bored staying in one place for too long.”

“I still have to clean all of your cum off me, fucking geyser.” With the toothbrush in your mouth, words were garbled. “Rushing to get paid faster?”

“Have to make sure you get home safe enough to pay me.”

And, that he did.

Within the next few minutes you were inside your office rummaging through drawers, surrounded by familiar walls as Toji loitered nearby. The manor felt empty. No maids rushed to complete tasks. No frustrated shouts as your husband argued with partners over the phone. It was lonely. Peaceful.

A wad of cash shifted into the light. The assumption was Toji only walked you home with one motivation in mind. When you faced him, though, he hadn’t even glanced at the money in your hand. Instead his arm reached behind a row of books. A familiar tin can was retrieved from the cramped space.

“You knew the hiding spot. I guess you actually did eat those — oh, that reminds me, I’m sure I recently hid some more money in this office somewhere.” You muttered, turning to shift through your bookshelves. “It should pay off the first fee I missed.”

Minutes passed before the scouring halted at the sound of Toji chuckling a few feet behind you. He held up a pair of panties halfway hanged on a shelf. It was a violet color. Sown of lace fabric.

“Can I keep these?”

Eyebrows raised. “Why?”

His gaze slowly swept from your head to your toes. “I want to imagine you in them tonight while I —“

“Okay.” Warmth spread through your body. Toji didn’t finish his sentence. Based on the image immediately placed in your head, it wasn’t necessary. The corner of his lips curled, gaze smugly watching you draw a blank in search for an answer to give. “Didn’t know you could be such a pervert.”

“I’m sure you’d look so beautiful in them, baby.”

Toji tucked the garment into his pocket then sat in a velvety armchair with his legs wide. His gaze didn’t leave your body for even a second as you opened drawers. Investigated each crevice. Items in the room sung your signature perfume scent. The same smell that always managed to lure him in like a sirens song. Toji remained silent. Stiff.

“Ah, here it is.” A load of bills wrapped in a rubber band came out of an empty vase. You froze upon seeing the look on his face. “Something wrong?“

One of Toji’s palms patted his thigh.

“C’mere.”

An outline of his erection was huge on his thigh. Temptation in his voice. In spite of the honeyed command, you didn’t sit on his lap immediately. Instead the red sole of your shoe rested gently between his legs. Hovered over the strain. His body tensed and straightened. The protrusion in his pants was thickening, throbbing in desperate need for attention. Impossible to ignore any longer.

Toji gently caressed your calf, gazing up at you. “The things you do to me…”

A tight grasp rocked your hips back and forth as soon as you were seated on his thigh. Your clothed pussy rubbed along the hard muscle of his quadricep. Money was carelessly set on his leg, the arousal coaxed from your body now drawing in all your attention. Toji huskily laughed and massaged your sides as whines grew needy.

“Enjoy grinding on my thigh like a slut?”

“Yes,” you moaned, dragging your hips, “But… I — I need you. Want you inside me, still.”

Toji glanced down at the wetness leaking onto his pants. His skin was growing suffocatingly hot. Mouth salivating for the taste of your pussy on his tongue again. Your touch trailed down his chest, his abs, before landing on his lap. Burning hot and breathless. Toji needed you now. Fuck all the teasing.

He grunted, stuffed the cash on his pocket and stood to his feet, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“We’re taking this to your bedroom.”

“Wait. Look in that drawer.”

The tips of your fingers softly ran through black strands of hair as he rummaged through an extensive bag of toys. A bottle of lube slipped out. Immediately, Toji’s grip tightened on your bottom.

“Good. Means I can finally take this ass.”

A sweet scent on his breath made you sniff hard, leaning into him. Toji smirked at the realization that he’d been caught while your jaw dropped.

“You ate my chocolate again, asshole.”

Toji sucked little residue off his fingers. “I saw it and was tempted.”

Your lips met his. Savored the aftertaste still lingering. Indulging in your mouth, he blindly carried you to the bedroom with one arm while the other held the bag. A ceramic vase was knocked onto the floor in the process, shattering with his rush. Toji groaned, nipped your bottom lip until it swelled.

Once within the interior of the bedroom, you pressed a kiss to his jawline.

When your head turned, what you saw would’ve made you scream if Toji hadn’t instinctively covered your mouth.

Tied and duct-taped, your husband’s body was bound to an office chair in the corner.

Small shallow cuts littered his chest. Not deep enough to bleed but surely stung. Bruised lips and swollen cheeks, his face had taken a beating that left him within an inch of his life. A blindfold covered his eyes. Headphones blasting loud music and pajama pants were the only things still worn on his body. Once you regained your senses, you incredulously glared up at Toji who couldn’t have looked more proud.

“I thought you would’ve gotten rid of the dead body,” you whisper-yelled at him.

Toji grasped your ass with both hands. Strangely, your reaction to his little surprise only made him harder. “He’s not dead. Not yet, at least.”

“Then why is he still here?”

“Wanted to show him that his pretty wife’ll be in good hands from now on.”

Just then, your husband stirred. “H — hello?” Wildly fighting against his restraints, he gasped for air. “Is anyone there? Raina?”

At first you were genuinely concerned Toji had been secretly psychotic this whole affair. With the sound of your husband calling his mistress’ name, you came to the conclusion that you might just be a tad demented too. You craved to hurt the man that never thought twice about hurting you. Physically. Mentally. Any way possible.

As if reading your mind, Toji cocked his head to the side.

“If this is too much I can handle him elsewhere —“

“Show him how good you fucked me, Toji.”

Your weight was dropped on top of the mattress along with the bag.

Toji pulled the blindfold away from bruised eyes before stuffing the fabric into his mouth. Headphones were carelessly tossed to the floor. Fear swarmed the depths of your husband’s stare as he looked up at Toji. His breathing only quickened when his sights then landed on you. As he released muffled words, Toji allowed them to meet the warm air.

“Are you crazy, woman?”

You shrugged. “I hated every time you hurt me. Every second you had your mistresses in our home in front of me. I’m returning the favor.”

“Whore,” he seethed. “When I first saw you I thought you’d be impressionable enough to learn how to please. I suppose I was wrong. A good wife submits whenever her husband demands it. You couldn’t even do that.”

You spoke through gritted teeth. “You couldn’t even make me cum.”

“That’s why your fuck-toy tied me up and left me for hours? Untie me. Now. I’ll let this nonsense go with a warning.”

“You hit me. Forced your insecurities onto me for years. Do you honestly think I’ll just let you go?”

Wrinkled hands fought rope. Eyes were dark, sweltering with rage. “Are you implying I’m the reason why you couldn’t get pregnant?” He tugged harder. “Are you? Cause I could’ve just passed your hole around to some of my business partners —“

A hard punch slammed your husband’s already broken nose.

Toji’s knuckles wiped the red droplets that escaped then smeared them along the man’s cheek. “You talk big for a wrinkly wimp bound to a chair.” The gag was shoved back into place. “I’m tired of your voice. You can just watch what happens.”

He gripped your hair tight, tugged you down to your knees on the floor. A shadow sat tall over you as Toji lowered onto the side of the bed. The mountain in his pants nuzzled against your cheek. You were hesitant, tense, but a thumb gently stroked your chin and willed your nerves to ease. When your attention almost turned to the man shouting muffled curses into his gag, Toji’s grasp forced your chin upward.

“Focus on me, sweetheart. Not him.”

Delicate hands undid his belt.

Toji’s let out a content sigh when your wet lips sucked his tip between them.

The saltiness of his precum overtook your tastebuds. Your tongue dragged slow from his balls up to his frenulum, swirling around the blushing head. Precum leaked. Tears and slobber slid the slope of your neck once your nose buried into his happy trail. Toji released a groan, leaned back on his forearms. All his strength was used to hold back from fucking your throat.

“Damn… you’re so eager for me, baby,” he breathed out and accidentally bucked his hips. “Eyes up here. Watch how much I love this fuckin’ mouth.”

A string of saliva connected your tongue to his cock when you pulled away. Sticking a finger in your mouth, the precum coating your lips slipped inside. You stared boldly into dilated eyes, jerked him off with two hands. A glob of spit flung onto his dick before you licked and kissed his lower abdomen.

Toji hummed, “Yes. There’s my girl.”

His eyes closed as his body basked in your ministrations. The aphrodisiac coursing through his heated body grew his cock even harder. He hadn’t consumed as many chocolates as the first night in an effort to maintain his fragile sense of control. Seeing the confidence in your eyes as you swallowed him whole had him teetering on the edge, though.

Frantic words were mouthed into stuffed fabric from the corner behind him but, frankly, Toji couldn’t give less of a damn.

His ego loved every bit of this.

It inflated even more when he saw you reached into the bag, retrieving your vibrator.

Toji’s head fell back. A voiceless moan dripped from parted lips as the vibrator was turned on and pressed to the underside of his shaft. Fast pulses had him groaning as sanity slipped through his grasp. The buzzing rippled throughout his glans while pools of spit drooled over the tip. Shivering and overwhelmed, words could barely seep from his mouth.

“R — right there…”

There was a menacing lust in your eyes as the vibrator replaced your mouth at the head. “Right here?”

Groans. Growls. Toji’s core muscles clenched. Legs unconsciously twitched. In mere seconds the feeling became too much to handle.

A single blink and Toji’s muscled torso was hovered over you, your spine hard shoved to the mattress. One deep drag of his tongue greedily lapped up your arousal. The need that overcame him could only be described as animalistic. Pants and boxers were carelessly tugged down to his knees. Biceps flexed as his shirt was yanked over his head. A long string of spit landed on your clit before, heavy and sensitive, his tip had began prodding at your entrance.

Toji pressed against your clitorus, gathered the slick making your pussy glisten.

“I’m ready for it all,” you reassured, “I — I can take it. I want it —“

One hefty thrust sunk you into the sheets, bottomed out with his balls giving a hard slap to your ass. A loud desperate moan of his name breathed through your swollen lips.

Never would you get accustomed to the initial stretch. The shoved glide into soaked walls.

“Ohh fuck… always so tight…” He praised under his breath. His sharp jaw lowered to release a blissed out husky laugh, breathing becoming increasingly unsteady as chuckles shivered out into moans. “Such a wet little pussy.”

Only one of his large hands was needed to hold both knees into your chest. Withdraws were gentle but each time his cock reentered it was with full force enough to make your body jolt. Muscles caged. Hips pistoned into your sloppy pussy. Pulled out. Slammed back in. No care for the other man present in the room.

“Look at her…” Toji drawled, “still fuckin’ greedy after I pumped her full twice last night.”

Crying pornographic moans, uncontrolled quivers overcame your body when the vibrator was held to your clit.

Toji arrogantly smirked. “Feel good?”

Embarrassment filled you when stutters and cracks wrecked your response. You tightly grasped the shoulders of the man fucking your brains out.

“S — so damn g — good…!”

“You’re makin’ the poor guy hear what I do to you.” Toji picked up the pace, skin slapping skin as your whines echoed off the walls. Toes curled and flexed as the bed rocked in tandem with vehement ruts. “What a good girl. Scream louder. Let us hear you.”

“Toji!”

“Yeah, moan my fuckin’ name.” His cock pulled out then punched back into you, causing the bed underneath to creak dangerously loud. You felt a knot coil in your stomach. “Not gonna stop till I make this pussy squirt.”

“I’m already cl — close, mmmfuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

But Toji already knew. The rapid rises of your chest, the way your walls pulsated around him. “Me too,” he warned, his head lolling forward on his shoulders as thick eyebrows furrowed, “Gonna empty inside you so good — fuck… want me to breed you?”

A quick nod was all you could give, a nonstop flurry of whimpers preventing any other sound from breaking through

The toy drifted a smidge lower and the vibrations started to affect him all over again, kissing the base of his cock every time he slid deep. His pelvis chased that pleasure. With another person present in the room, Toji truly fucked you like there was something to prove. Flaunted. Noises of satisfaction were more vocal than usual. Not forced; relaxed enough just to spite the man seated in the chair.

The combination of the vibrator and the ravenous pounding into your g-spot you had you hastening towards euphoria way faster than normal. A shriek of his name split the warm air of the bedroom as you came all over his cock, his lower stomach also becoming shiny upon your climax. Toji fucked you through the splash mere seconds before his body abruptly stilled. He rushed to yank the toy away from him.

His legs shuddered, lips far apart though no sound came out.

Toji had edged himself.

“Shit,” he breathlessly cursed, tightly gripping his cock at the base, “lay flat on your stomach facing him, baby.”

It was an addiction, the way Toji always had stuck you in positions, unable to move within his grasp.

The weight of his cock was terrifying on your lower back. Big fingers stretched your mouth open wide collecting saliva from the insides of your cheeks. They travelled down your pussy, withdrawing when your cum coated his fingers. Then, the tips of said fingers poked at the tight right of your ass.

You moaned as your bottle of lubricant was popped open. The warm liquid squirted onto your hole before Toji lathered his length in it.

One finger wrestled its way inside you. Another. A gasp left your lips. This stretch was unfamiliar, making your thighs clench together as your back arched. Your body tensed when fingers had been removed and something bigger pushed.

Toji exhaled heavily every time his tip caught the rim but refused to breach. “Fuck, it’s too tight. Won’t go in.”

Then, the head finally squeezed its way through.

Your hand pressed against his lower stomach. Useless legs spread a little wider. “S — slow, slow, a little at a time…”

Toji was an absolute mess. The hole wrapped snug around his glans was so much warmer and tighter than he could’ve imagined. His mouth couldn’t stay shut, groaning, grunting, breathlessly pleading with you to relax so he could work himself in a little more. More of the warm lubricant drizzled onto where Toji was wedged.

The overwhelming fullness. The sheer size.

You gently rocked your hips to aid with the stretch. “‘Keep going —”

The lubricant helped sheath his full length inside you when he suddenly rammed forward.

Ecstasy and tears blurred your vision. Toji was thick. That was already well known but now you were stretched like never before. A tight grip forced your ass to arch up when he pulled back and drove his hips forward again. Breathy whimpers were muffled in the sheets each time your body rocked in time with the bed, brainless mumbling accompanying it. The sensation had you borderline delirious.

“I — It’s so big. Barely fits in m — me...”

Now that the lubricant had both of you thoroughly drenched, a brutal pace knocked sharp hipbones into your plush flesh. Toji was nearly feral. He spanked you hard, hips hammering into the sting left behind even harder. There was no harsh friction just skin gliding against skin.

It was all so wet.

“Arch that ass up more for me.” Another spank landed before he hunched over your body completely. He fisted the sheets at both sides of your head. “Stuffing that cute little hole. You love this, don’t you?”

A quick nod was the sole answer you could express once again. Your hazy sights settled on your husband who now had his eyes closed, body lax. The man had passed out. Whether from pain or exhaustion, you couldn’t summon a reason to care when Toji’s bicep trapped your throat in a gentle headlock.

“Gotta cum deep,” he panted in your ear, “gotta make it clear you’re mine.”

You moaned, removing your hand from his hip prepared to take the full consequence of it, “I’m — oh, I’m yours.”

Three deep thrusts punched cries from your throat before Toji’s entire body convulsed.

A vastly different type of orgasm descended upon both of you at the same time. Profound. All encompassing. Thighs shook and pleasured whines rushed from both you and Toji’s lips.

Toji pulled away, leaving you gasping for breath. He raised his sweaty hair off his forehead to watch his seed leak out of you.

“As much as I want to keep fuckin’ you, you paid to have a job completed… and you already look wrecked enough.”

Your body was still shivering. “I — I can’t feel my legs.”

One final spank was harsh on your ass.

Toji got off the bed and entered the bathroom. It seemed like aftercare had become a duty apart of his service. A damp towel wiped you both clean before he was tugging back on his clothes. You regained enough strength to rest your back against the headboard, watching as Toji revealed a trash bag and duct tape that had been placed behind your husband’s chair.

Your husband’s sleeping body was dropped into the bag then taped up, surely to never be seen again.

The makeshift bodybag rested on broad shoulders. Toji was prepared to silently take his leave. But, he paused. Glanced at you from the corners of his eyes.

“Are you my permanent client now? You’re the only job I enjoy compared to the others.”

Your breaths gradually evened out. “These exchanges have been fun, Toji. Though I wish they could, they cannot happen too often. There will be a lot of loose ends to tie up. I’ll have to find a new place to stay —“

The man clarified with a nonchalant shrug.

“I’m asking will I ever see you again, ma’am.”

A moment of thought passed before a tired grin framed your lips.

Luckily for him, he had an offer within a week.

“It’s a light job, but the woman is offering to pay plenty. Way more than necessary.” Kong Shiu laughed on the other end of the phone line. Toji could hear a cigarette being lit. “Way more than any client has offered before too.”

Toji slurped hungrily from a cheap bowl of ramen. “Sure it’s not a scam?”

“It’s no scam. Her husband’s filthy rich. She wants you to kill someone she believes has been stalking her. I’m sure it’ll be easy. No sweat. I’ll text you the details and the address to receive your payment from if you’re in.”

“Im in.”

That’s how Toji ended up here. Standing in front of a million-dollar mansion that eerily reminded him of the estate he lived on as a child. The Zenin estate. As soon as those memories came flooding back, he drowned them out by pressing doorbell five more times.

Just as Shiu predicted, it was one of Toji’s easiest kills yet. A random ready to rob at the first chance, a bulletin board in his apartment showcasing his plan to do so. One shot to the skull and it was over. Now he would enough money to fulfill every selfish desire he held back.

Sex, gambling, and gluttony. Everything a man like him craved.

With another impatient push to the doorbell a meek woman answered the door wearing a maid outfit. She greeted him with a smile and a bow. “You must be Mr. Fushiguro. Please come in. My madam is currently busy but I can take you to where you can sit and wait.”

Toji shrugged. “Yeah, whatever.”

Following the maid, he found himself in a dimly lit office. Only the low lights of candles casted shadows onto the desk and bookshelves. Once the maid left him alone, Toji couldn’t help but peek through belongings. No intention to steal, merely examine. What type of woman would call a hitman on a stalker and pay six figures for it?

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. All typical things one would find in an office … until he eyed a tin hidden behind a row of books.

Pulling it into the light, he wrenched it open.

Chocolate.

Very expensive-looking chocolate.

Packaged in gold. Lots of them too.

Why hide chocolate in an office?

Meh, whatever. Who knew when he’d be able to taste such a luxurious treat again?

Without thinking, he grabbed four chocolates from the tin, unwrapped them all and tossed each into his mouth. He savored the sweetness while tucking the wrappers into his pocket to hide the evidence. Only after he’d ingested them all — greedily taking one more once he realized how good they tasted — did he check the label, wondering who was responsible for making something so sweet.

Premium Fast-Acting Aphrodisiac Chocolate.

[recommended amount per usage - 1/2 unit]

One day, his impulsiveness would surely kill him.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath, closing the tin and shoving it back into its hiding spot.

Okay, this wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Toji wouldn’t have to linger here for too long. All he had to do was collect his money then leave. Follow through with his original plan. Fuck the brains out of some high-priced prostitute. Perhaps they’d see his hard-on and pity him enough to lower the price. That all depended on getting out of here before the effects kicked in and his brain was still in his head, not between his legs.

Yet, he was still alone in the office.

Forty minutes came and went.

Toji shuffled in his seat, feeling his body heat rise.

Another quiet curse. The room was starting to feel too hot. A hand to his chest proved his heartbeat had sped up. The same hand couldn’t stop itself from drifting lower, feeling along his tense abs before settling on the print in his pants, throbbing to life against his thigh.

There was that ache again.

The overwhelming need to be touched.

He wasn’t thinking clearly as he spread his legs wide, toying with himself.

What he would give to have a beautiful woman losing herself on his cock right now.

“I apologize for the wait.”

Toji immediately stood, snapping out of his fantasies. When he looked toward the newcomer profound arousal only ached him more. You were beautiful. Dangerously beautiful. And, on top of that, you were only wearing a silk robe, no makeup or accessories, your hair a mess on your head. When you walked past him he could smell your perfume.

It took everything in him not to moan out loud.

He couldn’t find words to say, so he merely stared at you like he was stupid.

Meanwhile, you tilted your head to the side, curious why the overly large man was breathing and sweating like he just won a track race.

That small movement made his gaze trail to the soft skin of your neck, appearing so unbelievably ready to be sucked on.

Fuck, what was he thinking?

“I need my payment.” He finally spoke, his voice sounded hoarser than usual. “Give it to me, and I’ll be on my way.”

You leaned against your desk and crossed your arms.

“About that. I unfortunately won’t be able to pay you. My husband froze my bank account an hour ago. Main reason why you waited so long was because I’m trying to get the issue sorted. It’s a long story but I can have the money for you…” you glanced down at the calendar on your desk, “within five days. By Thursday —“

“No, ma’am, that wasn’t the deal.” Toji’s hands clenched into fists. “I killed the target today, which means I get paid today. I’m not believin’ any financial excuses when you live in a mansion like this one.”

You sighed.

“It’s not an excuse. Truth be told, my husband found out I was buying stimulants behind his back and assumed I was cheating. All because he hired a stalker to report my every movement to him. The same stalker you killed today.”

That caught his attention. “Oh? Were you cheating?”

“Nope,” you let out a frustrated sound, “I only used them for when I’m … y’know … pleasing myself. Before my husband left for work earlier he made some calls and froze all my money so please, mister, give me until Thursday and I assure that you will get paid.”

“You only use them on yourself? Why’s that?”

“Cause it’s the most pleasure I can get. My husband doesn’t —“ you cleared your throat, realizing you were giving too much information to a stranger, “Look, if you truly need money fast how about I give you one of those gold statues in the entryway. Or maybe some of my jewelry. You could sell them and —“

“No, no, I need money. Cash. Tonight.”

Or else he’d be spend another night stuck in a hotel room fucking his fist with no relief. With an intense amount of aphrodisiac rupturing through his veins, who knew if his fist would even be enough.

“Well what’s so important you need money tonight, specifically? Perhaps I can handle it for you. My husband’s name carries weight.”

“It’s something personal. Something your husband’s name can’t fix.”

“Then I’m truly sorry.”

Toji winced at a hard throb in his pants, the small friction generating a sudden wave of arousal. He sunk onto the chair.

Elbows rested on his knees, body hunched. To you it appeared as though he was pouting like an overgrown manchild. In actuality he was trying to settle his nerves. Doing his best to hide the growing protrusion in his pants, but you could certainly see the tremble in his limbs, the way he was barely holding back. A guttural growl. Teeth sharp behind parted lips.

The man looked desperate.

“Geez, you look like you’re about to cry and it’s making me feel guilty. I’ll try my hardest to speed up the process, alright? Make it three days instead of five.” The silkness of your robe brushed along his forearm as you moved towards the office door. “You can see your way out —“

You suddenly felt a hand wrap tight around your wrist, stopping you.

“Don’t go,” he rasped, “I just — I need —”

“Do you truly need money that bad? Just what kind of predicament did you find yourself in?”

“The kind that’ll make me fuck you hard till we’re both cryin’.”

“Wha — !”

He yanked you until you found yourself sitting on his lap. That’s when you felt it, and the contact alone was enough to have his head falling back.

Strong hands gripped your ass tight. When his gaze met you again, one of your breasts were exposed. Toji refused to touch — despite how much he craved to — because you were still staring down at his crotch in shock and he wasn’t sure how far you’d allow him to take this.

“Pay me with your body.”

One of Toji’s hands disappeared into his pants. Stroking his dick. Squeezing the tip.

“I’ll take anything. Even if you’ll just sit there and look pretty for me.”

Meanwhile, you felt disgusted with yourself.

Not because of his suggestion, but because you were ready upon request. Toji’s big, muscled body begging for release managed to unravel you with the monstrous tent in his pants alone. Heat pooled low in your stomach. When his hand settled on your thigh, you had to bite back a whimper. Even through your robe his touch felt like it could boil the skin beneath.

His hand grabbed yours and, before you could react, guided it where he was furiously fucking his hand, pressing your palm against the motions.

You could feel the heaviness of him despite the fabric. Could feel him throb as soon as your touch made contact. Toji felt it all the same. Your pussy leaking a wet spot onto his pants. Your thighs clenching around his waist. He chose to tease the glans around his tip since the lower half of his cock was seated under you. Another surge of arousal hit him and he couldn’t hold back a full, open-mouthed moan.

Footsteps outside your office door. Most likely an oblivious maid. The sound broke your sweltering focus.

"Sir — "

"Toji." He corrected though his voice was strained. His hips pressed harder into your touch and he buried his face in your shoulder to muffle the sound that escaped. Toji’s breath hot against your neck. His whole body trembling with the effort of staying quiet. "And I know. I’m sure you need this, though. I need something like this too."

A surprisingly needy whimper came muffled against your shoulder.

"Just need something.” He repeated deliriously. “Anything."

"There’s people here," you whispered. Yet, you were already moving your hand, palming him. Your own body screamed for relief from the heat between your thighs. “My maids. They’ll report this to my husband if we’re caught. He could have you killed.”

"I don't care." His voice cracked. "I don't — fuck, I don't care. Just keep touching this dick, baby."

His other hand slid lower down your thigh, leaving a trail of heat.

"Can I — "

You were panting, grinding harder on his bulge. "Please."

Without a moments hesitation his thumb felt at your clit through the robe. Already moaning, your body shivered. It felt good. Entirely too good. Newfound friction from hands that weren’t your own. Combined with the feeling of him throbbing under your palm, twitching whenever you squeezed, it was almost too much.

Toji couldn’t help but smirk.

Looks like he wasn’t the only one deprived.

You could hear two maids conversing with each other in the hall, but Toji’s fingers never stopped moving, rubbing frantic circles. "I bet you’d feel so good bouncing on this dick," he whispered into your neck. "So fucking good and tight — I’m gonna cum. I’m … the ache’s only getting worse …”

He bit down on your shoulder to keep from crying out. The feeling was building, intensifying, his whole body wound tight.

But when his canines dug deep enough for a sharp pain to shoot through, a tiny piece of your composure managed to crawl its way back into your brain. You pulled off him, backing away until your hips hit the desk.

Toji didn’t stop stroking himself though, breathing heavy through his nose as he gazed lustfully upon your dishevelment. His eyes were completely dark. His brain no longer active anymore. Any thought process came straight from the dick rutting into his hand.

“Sorry, I can’t do this. I — I’m married.”

“He doesn’t satisfy you. I will.”

“Okay, pause, just hold on a minute.”

Toji growled, slightly annoyed that you were making him stop right at the cusp of an orgasm. Still, he did as he was told, ripping his hands away and sitting on them to bury the urge. His cock pulsed, his thighs tensing in preparation for an orgasm that wasn’t given a chance to come.

“You’ve got guts edging a man who can barely think straight,” Toji groaned through gritted teeth.

One of your eyebrows arched. “And you’ve got guts seducing a woman who hired you. I want an explanation.”

“I wanted the money to pay for pussy, happy now?”

“You don’t have any women in your life?”

“Clearly don’t,” Toji stood. “Listen lady, I completed a job without compensation. Now you’re in debt to me. Seeing how much we’re both craving this, I’m demanding you pay off the debt with your body.”

Demanding was a harsher word usage than intended. But, by fear of exposing how weak he truly was at the moment, Toji refused to let his vulnerability show.

Or perhaps he should. You could witness first hand your impact on him in the short minutes since he first laid eyes on you.

“If you’re demanding me to pay off my debt with my body,” your gaze drifted lower to the bulge in his pants, “why does it seem like you need this more than I do?”

The man before you sighed.

Then, Toji did something you never thought he would.

He lowered onto his knees. A large hand wrapped around your ankle, leading your toes to brush against his groin. His chest rose and fell heavier than before.

“Because I do,” he whispered never breaking eye contact, licking his lips as he pressed your foot against him, “Can you feel how much I do, ma’am?”

Toji looked so damn fuckable on his knees like this. Well, he was undoubtedly attractive standing up too. But now with worshipping eyes gazing into yours, lips slightly parted, hips thrusting into the curve of your foot, Toji had willingly placed himself in the position of a mutt. And based on the eager throbbing in his pants, he loved it.

“If that’s the case, would you be satisfied just using my foot?”

“If that’s all you wish to offer. But we both know that wouldn’t be enough for you.” He spoke through gritted teeth now that you were moving your foot in time with his ruts. “And don’t expect me not to demand more. More of your voice. More of you.”

A neatly pedicured big toe gently brushed along the head of his dick. The man below you doubled over. A shaky groan muffled into the side of his arm. An animal in heat.

How strong were those damn chocolates?

“My voice alone would be enough to get you off? How long have you been so pent up?”

“Too long.” His forehead pressed against your leg. Smooth unblemished skin was mere inches from his mouth, delectable in the low candlelight. So badly he wanted to kiss, to lick, to bite. “A nonstop need. A craving. Shit, I — ”

Toji couldn’t find the strength to finish his sentence. Shivering from minuscule pleasure. He pressed the sole of your foot deeper against his bulge, relishing in the pressure that already had him once again on the verge of cumming in his pants. With the tightening of his balls, his body was ready to reach said verge. Even if that meant all he truly would’ve gotten from the beautiful woman above him was a foot job.

Well, he wasn’t lying when he said he’d take what he could get.

You hummed. “With a body like yours, you could sell yourself easily. This thing feels fucking huge too. It’s near intimidating.”

“Yeah? Let me fuck you stupid with it, pretty girl.”

“Since you’re so eager, how about you eat this pussy first? Under one condition, you don’t touch yourself while you do.” Toji was embarrassingly close to releasing a whine when you moved your foot away. “I enjoy seeing such a strong man like you needy like this.”

Toji’s gaze zeroed in on your pussy as soon as you hiked up the edges of your robe. No panties.

It was pathetic how horny he was getting over seeing his first pussy in ages. His palm was already stroking the confines of his cock just envisioning being inside.

“Sure your husband won’t be too mad, ma’am?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“And since you’re supposed to be paying me, I’ll agree as long as I choose the position,” he retorted.

“Deal.”

Toji was on his feet before you could blink. You gasped when his lips suddenly found yours, his hands running along your sides. They grabbed at your ass through the robe. Spread it to hear your wet folds spread along with. Warm lips trailed down your chin to suck on your neck. Fingers tangled in your hair and pulled your head back, exposing more of your throat to him.

“Fuck…”

“Hm?” He grinned, feeling your soft fingers curl in his hair to keep him close. You were short compared to him and his body engulfed yours, leaning down further to kiss down your chest. “If I’m gonna taste a woman, I make sure to taste her everywhere.”

The man in front of you was a much different experience from your husband. Unlike the person you married, this one was priding himself on caressing every inch of your skin. Multitasking every moment he could. If his hands were touching you his mouth had to be on you too, never relenting. Gently, one of your nipples was sucked into his mouth while he pinched and teased the other.

You whined, feeling his knee find its way between your thighs. “W — with a mouth like yours I’m surprised you’re not married.”

“I was. That’s not important right now.” He backed away, though the warmth on your skin didn’t subside. “Turn around and stand on your tiptoes. Legs spread. Bend over the desk, too. Make sure to keep your back arched.”

You did as he instructed.

Toji’s heat was behind you now. He kissed and licked everywhere he could. The backs of your ears, your shoulder blades. All the while, you could feel his hips grinding into the curvature of your ass. In desperate need of some more friction, they shifted faster as he tried to hold onto whatever control he thought he had.

“Yeah.” He pressed down on your lower back to maintain the arch you were distracted from keeping. You jolted in surprise when one of his hands suddenly came down hard on your ass cheek. “Could cum just from this.”

“Hey don’t forget we had a deal —“

Your sentence was cut off by a moan when a rather large finger slipped inside you. Another spank landed.

“I’m teasin’ myself here. Makin’ myself as needy as I can for you.” He kneeled on the floor once more. The next words hit your pussy alongside warm puffs of air, sending a tremble through you. “I’ll keep my hands on ya’ so you know I’m not breaking my promise. As long as you keep that back arched, legs spread, and heels up.”

You opened your mouth to reply but you only ended up biting the fabric of your robe instead. His warm, soaked tongue had already found its way to your clit.

“Oh God,” you whimpered.

Behind you, Toji was against your cunt. He hadn’t lifted your robe, opting instead to shove his head underneath. All he could focus on was the meal waiting to be feasted upon, nothing in his peripherals to distract him. His hand ran up and down your thighs. As expected, your pussy was the closest he’d ever get to tasting ambrosia.

A sweet nectar he lapped up like the starving dog he was.

“Got me all worked up. All wanting. My dick’s so stiff I’m lightheaded and my balls so full they’re killin’ me.” He groaned. “It’s harder to not fuck my fist when you smell and taste so good, sweetheart.”

You absentmindedly dropped onto your heels when two fingers find their way inside you. A sharp spank follows. Another spank, and rough hands forced you to raise onto your tiptoes in spite of your shaky legs.

It was filthy. The way you could hear his slobber mix with the wetness leaking around the fingers now crammed inside you, feel the tip of his nose brush your perineum. Toji inhaled deep like an addict getting a fix. It wasn’t long before his tongue circled your nub, sucking it past his wet lips. The way he was moaning you would’ve thought he was the one feeling it. Your legs twitched, about to close. But, he gripped at your thigh tight, fingers sinking into the soft flesh and holding you open for his ravenous mouth.

Your hand reached behind you, pressing his head forward till he couldn’t breathe, grinding into his face. “Oh you’re so good…”

Toji saw the way you were struggling, too lost in pleasure to keep your legs wide.

He added another finger.

An orgasm wrecked you without warning. You moaned his name and your back curled sharply as you squirted all over his face. You arched so hard you almost escaped his unrelenting attack on your pussy but a firm hand held you still.

Even as you came down from your high he refused to stop.

Wait, was he even breathing?

“I — I can’t take anymore.”

Either he didn’t hear you or he didn’t care to.

“Toji,” you whined, “please, I’m sensitive.”

Legs tensed when his tongue drifted higher, teasing at a different hole though he never stopped fingering your pussy open. Face shamelessly stuffed between your cheeks.

Your eyes rolled back. “Y — you’re fucking nasty … you freak.”

But Toji just chuckled when you leaned further into his mouth.

He stood up to take his first breath in minutes, withdrawing his fingers to suck on them while you tiredly rolled onto your back. A proud smirk on his face. Toji leaned over and let his tongue fall out of his mouth, showcasing your wetness and his spit dripping from his tongue. Without thinking, you held him close. Bringing your lips together in a kiss you sucked his tongue into your mouth.

Toji teased, pressing his hips between your thighs, “Just as nasty as me, baby.”

You couldn’t help the way your legs fell open wider. Couldn’t stop the way your hips chased pressure. Your head tipped against his shoulder and his low voice only made it worse.

"You're so wet," he murmured onto your lips. "Makin’ a mess of me."

You couldn’t find words, so you pawed at the edge of his pants. He easily took the hint; lowered the cloth and his boxers, just enough to expose his length. It was only then that Toji truly realized how sore it was. So erect the tip was a blushing red, stiff enough to stand on its own and dripping precum.

“Touch it,” he murmured against your neck, “I’ll die if I have to wait longer. It fuckin’ hurts.”

Then, Toji saw the pure shock on your face, though intrigue was present too. You sat up to grip his heavy cock.

Just like your feet, your hands were also pretty, soft, feeling so much better on him than his own ever did. While you gently ran your fingertips along it, Toji finally rid himself of his shirt. You took the opportunity to spread your touch across his chest, feeling every muscle. The man was built how you imagined a Greek god would be. Strong arms. An even stronger chest. A dick most men would be jealous of.

“Scared?” He questioned cockily, though his knees almost buckled when you started slow stroking his length.

“Excited.”

You spit in your hand before stroking him faster.

“Touch yourself.” Toji wrapped his hand around yours, moving in time to stroke his cock. “Give me a show.”

Your free hand wasted no time slipping two fingers in. Toji shuddered upon hearing the squelch. Knowing you were using his spit as lube made his cock twitch. His hips thrusted, nudging your pussy. God, his body still felt unbearably warm. One thrust. Only one deep thrust and Toji could finally be fully seated inside you.

And you were so close, so so desperately close —

“I want it. Please, just fuck me,” you begged, eyes staring deep into his, “can’t you hear how wet I am for you?”

Toji growled. “Don’t talk like that or I’ll cum before I even put it in.”

“Please, I wish to actually cum on a dick for the first time.”

“Your husband can’t make you cum?”

“No.”

“Good,” Toji lined the tip with your entrance before pushing in. “Now I get to show you how a real man does it.”

You sucked in a breath. Moaned and grabbed at his forearms. At first the stretch wasn’t too much. At first. But then the man above you just kept sinking deeper.

“Ohh fuck …” you whispered gripping his shoulders.

With every inch your mind was submerging. All you could comprehend was him. The taste of his spit lingering on your tongue, the sound of his stuttering groans, the sight of his sweaty chest hovering above yours in the warm candlelight. It was all more than enough to make your toes curl. Cause, even now, Toji was still going deeper.

And, mentally, Toji wasn’t doing any better.

He was purposefully inching as slow as possible.

Right as the tip breached, his jaw locked. An urge to cum prickled his core and warned him to take this slow. But, fuck, just watching his first beautiful woman in years writhe on his cock was enough to tip him off the edge. A premature string of cum spilled over before he even met halfway. Hands aimlessly searched for anything they could grip without bruising, knocking over a vase before settling on choking a pile of printer paper till his knuckles turned pale.

“Almost.” His eyes shut tight, face screwing up in a wince as he kept pushing further. “Just a little more…”

Your jaw dropped, gasping for breath. Instinctive thighs clenched around his waist. God, the intrusion was too much. So much so you could hardly breathe. Barely think. His dick was bullying its way deeper and, despite the agonizingly slow pressure, it felt so good to feel him claim your depths as his own. No other man you’d been with could reach this deep, spread this thick. Nails dug into the skin of his chest deep enough to sting and drawing red blotches onto pale skin.

Toji merely chuckled in response to the pain inflicted upon him.

“Tryna mark me, baby?”

“Too fucking … I — I can’t …”

“Shh,” his thumb reached between your bodies to toy with your clit, “c’mon, take it like a big girl.”

You moved to push against his hip before your wrist was weakly wrenched away. Toji locked his fingers with yours in a manner that could’ve seemed romantic.

“No, you agreed to use me. That means all of me.” He grunted when your walls unintentionally clenched around him. Looking down at the connection, he released a trembling breath into the warm air of the room. Every nerve in his body was alight with nonstop need. The chocolates were still working their way through his system. “Gotta say, sweetheart, this hole of yours is fuckin’ tight. I’m … I — I’m close to losing my mind just as much as you. Can tell your husband hasn’t been poundin’ this pussy properly.”

Before Toji could reach the hilt he pulled out, stroking the length of him a few times then running it along your wet slit.

A mewl fled your throat as his tip met your clit. Your chance to breathe was soon torn apart. Toji worked his way in again, a lot easier now that your muscles were becoming used to the stretch, your pussy providing as much fluid as it could with determination to take him whole.

“C’mon …” Toji muttered more to himself than you. An equal determination to make it all fit.

And when his hips finally met the backs of your thighs, you both released a deep breath neither of you knew you were holding. Toji slumped over, his chest hovering above yours.

“Such a good girl, taking it all.” His thumb circled your clit faster now that he was buried inside. Your back arched off the table, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. “You should be proud.”

A squeal echoed when he suddenly dragged you by your ankle. Your bottom half was no longer supported by the desk. Lifting your legs, he placed your ankles at his shoulders.

“Damn,” Toji groaned as he worked you open tantalizingly slow. He truly wanted to fuck you faster, hear you scream, but he’d be dammed if he rushed through his first release in months. This was swiftly proving difficult, though. Each thrust was milking him, coaxing him into breeding you full. “You’re real sexy, y’know that? Bastard husband of yours doesn’t deserve a sight like this.”

A rough hand shifted the fabric of your robe to side. Pinching at the exposed nipple, he smirked as your moans grew in volume.

Your feet flexed above his shoulders, anklet jewels jingling next to his ear.

“I’m sorry,” Toji bit his bottom lip, leaning his chest closer to yours so you were completely folded beneath him, your knees pressed to your chest. The lower half of his face was still glistening. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore.

“What? W — what are you talking —“

Your sentence cut, because then he thrusted.

Hard, deep, using his heavy body weight to pummel your hole like he wanted to destroy it. All the while you were stuck, no choice but to take every inch. Each time he was fully sheathed, you let out a cry, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. But you weren’t crying because it hurt, you were crying because it didn’t. The sensations felt overwhelmingly good. His dick slid over spots you never knew you had.

“Why are you cryin’ pretty girl?” Toji huffed, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead.

Your voice tremors. Tears streamed down your cheeks. “I — It feels so good …”

He pounded like a madman with a mix of fondness and ruthlessness that you’d never felt. While his hips slammed your thighs madly, his lips pressed a kiss to your wet cheek. The desk was shaking and creaking with every thrust, starting to slide across the floor as items atop it tumbled to the ground.

“So that’s why you’re clampin’ so nicely on me like a slut. Desperate to cum on this dick, huh? Trembling all over. Sucking me in like a whore — ”

His voice faltered when your walls squeezed tight. Tighter than before with every ring of muscle, as if trying to milk him dry.

“Yes,” Toji held the other side of the desk to stop it from sliding, voice wrecked, eyes dark and hooded. “Take what you want. Use me.”

He withdrew enough to leave only the tip inside. Still rubbing at your clit, he slammed into you hard enough that would've launched the desk forward if he wasn’t holding it still.

“Toji!”

You cum so hard, so fucking hard. Your body writhed, legs shaking against his chest from the sheer force of him filling you completely in one devastating thrust.

“It’s official,” He grinned boyishly, “First to see you cum while still spreading this pretty pussy open.”

Toji breathed out grunts sounding a lot closer to feral growling. Letting his body take full control. Chasing his own release.

“You belong to me,” he vowed, “All this belongs to me now. I own you — fuck your husband. You’re my fuckin’ whore. This is my fuckin’ pussy…”

He hardly registered that he was speaking — more like babbling.

All at once, Toji broke and faltered, cums in you despite his form clearly still seeking more, body acting with a mind of its own while his brain melted to sludge. Brief cramps battered your hips and thighs when he pulled out, lifting his weight off you.

His cock slipped from your hole. You could feel his warm cum dribbling out after it.

“Damn,” you’re breathing heavily, eyes closed, “that was —“

“Still hard.” He grunted. Peeking one exhausted eye open, you saw him suddenly aiming for a different hole. “Maybe if I put it here —“

“Whoa whoa whoa,” you stopped him, sitting up on the desk. “I am not ready to have something that big in there. Use my mouth instead.”

“Gladly. Get on your knees.”

Seeing it up close, you understood why he struggled to fit inside you. He was still hard and heavy, coated in precum, your orgasm, and his own sperm. Smooth and strangely pretty for something so engorged, short dark hair at the base. He grabbed your hair in hand before roughly yanking upward.

Seconds later your head was trapped between his thrusts and the side of the desk, one of his hands leaning on the edge, the other still gripping your hair as he made you swallow his cock. His pants had been pulled down lower to pool around his ankles.

“That’s it. All the way. I see at least your throat has been trained right,” his balls slapped your chin. “Play with that pussy, baby. Unlike — fuck — unlike you, I’ll allow you to relieve yourself while you suck me off cause I’m not a fuckin’ asshole.”

You shot a playful glare up at him as your fingers found their way to the nub between your thighs.

Two calloused fingers pinched your nose.

“Such a good bitch.”

When you sputtered, he released your nose and returned to gripping your hair. His cock stretched your jaw enough for it to moderately hurt, fucking your face as if you were nothing but a mere fleshlight.

Toji let out a low groan, grinding the underside of his dick with your tongue. He took a step closer to keep the entirety of his cock in your throat, your head truly locked between him and the desk now.

"Sweetheart," he groaned unashamed, watching the spit bubbles at the sides of your mouth trail down your chin. Yet, you still looked up at him with the most innocent eyes. “And you had the nerve to call me nasty earlier — ah fuck, sweetheart,” his breathing grew heavier, thrusting shallowly. Between his legs a familiar tingling heat shot through. You must’ve known he was close. Your hand gripped his ass to keep his dick deep. “Y — yeah gonna cum. But I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”

You looked up at him with a questioning look. Your question was soon answered when he wrestled you to the floor. You were face down, ass up as he thrusted back into your pussy, shoving in whole. A barely contained scream ripped your fucked-raw throat.

With each thrust forward his grip slammed you backwards. His head rolled back on his shoulders as he groaned up to the ceiling.

“So tight, I just can’t get enough of creamin’ this pussy.”

His thumb scooped up some of the fluids leaking from you before pressing into your ass. He leaned over to drag his tongue up the side of your throat, palm pawing at your swinging breasts. Groaning animalistic in your ear, biting your shoulder deep enough to leave indents. Your core tightened, moans and whines reaching a new octave as another orgasm slammed into you hard enough for your breath to stutter.

And, as your walls clenched around him, Toji’s hips were starting to lose their pace. This buildup was ten times stronger than the others. So much stronger that his toes were curling against the carpet, form shaking and tensing in tandem with yours, his body hunched over. A string of curses escaped him as his eyes rolled back.

Toji was so close to the edge. He could only handle a few more thrusts, your pussy so wet and tight. A warning sound shot out of him. 

"Oh god —" He could hear himself whining. "Oh, god — oh fuck —"

He was struggling, well past the point of no return. 

You whimpered clutching the carpet between your fingers. “In me, Toji,” you whispered breathlessly. “I want to feel you cum so deep in me.”

That did it. 

As the first strings of cum left him, he tried to fuck his seed into you, but all that did was overstimulate him to hell. A loud moan emerged from his throat, the shout reducing into a pitiful whine when your hand slapped over his mouth. His hips were forced to still. Chest heaving, his cock pulsed, twitching hard and emptying inside the wet heat that beckoned his load.

With one final brutal slam of his hips, Toji rammed himself as deep as he could before collapsing.

His dead weight landed on your back, pressing your chest into the floor.

“Look what you did to me,” a shaky laugh left Toji’s lips as his face snuggled into your neck, “makin’ me cum so hard I can’t stand even if I wanted to.”

You panted.

“Does that mean my debt is clear?”

Toji’s muffled chuckle was lighthearted.

You pop your lips off his swollen nipples and halt your sucking for a moment just to look up at his teary-eyed face, admiring the pout he’s got on. “Zuko…” You purr with a slightly raised brow.

He angles his head back down to meet eyes with you, batting those dark pretty lashes at you as if he'd done nothing wrong, “Yes, love?”

“Are you burning through those ropes again?” You ask.

The fire lord shakes his head, “N-No..?”

“Then…" Your gaze narrows at him skeptically, "What’s that smell?”

Before he gathers his thoughts enough to answer you properly, you turn your head to see one of your nightstands on fire.

Damnit. That’s the third one this week!

Luckily enough for the both of you, the flame isn't as large as it'd been previously. Though, as you let your hand halt in jerking your lover off and try to pull away for a moment to go put the fire out, there's a stronger scent of fumes flying into your nose.

This time it's the smell of burning rope.

Followed by which is the sound of something snapping and suddenly—there's a pair of grabby hands meeting your arms and your body is being pushed right over.

A flutter of royal-red and gold fabrics scatter around your frame and drape your sides whilst your attention is redirected upwards. Panting above you is your needy husband Zuko, who's got his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes pleading as they land down on you, "Ignore it," He suggests.

You flash a confused look at him and then playfully swat at his chest, "I can't just ignore it, that's the third one this week!"

He shyly glances off to the side before muttering, "...So?"

"What do you mean so?" You scoff, "We'll have to rebuild the entire bedroom suite at this rate!"

His eyes find yours again and you feel his body coming closer to yours, flinching at the wet swipe of his drooling cockhead over your inner thigh as he adjusts himself. "You're the one who insisted on teasing me."

"You asked me to." You remind him.

"Well,” He frowns a little, “When I told you to use me, I was hoping..."

Your hands reach up to cup his face and pull him down impossibly closer—the warmth of his body enveloping you further. "Hoping what, my lord?" You whisper.

He shoots you a short-lived glare, "What'd I tell you about that?" You give him a cheeky smile and he rolls his eyes at it. "I was hoping you'd use me in here," To add emphasis to his words, his cock comes pressing against the soppy wet-spot in your panties.

"Zuko!" You gasp in surprise, earning a sleazy little smile from him.

Then comes a quick finger to swat that measly fabric out the way, his tip rushing to kiss the saturated lips of your cunt and smear the apart for entry.

Just before he can push into you, "Wait," You huff, "When and how did you break free?"

"Hm?” Zuko raises a brow, “Free of what?" He hums innocently.

Your expression is entirely unconvinced of his innocent act. Deadpanning, "You burned the ropes again, didn't you?"

Another smile paints into his perfect features before he grinds his hips down into yours, throbbing cock sliding ever-so-gracefully into you as if to distract you. Zuko leans down to your ear to whisper, "What ropes?" and you hear some sort of flame crackling in the distance.

He definitely just set something else on fire just from pushing himself into you, but it’s not like he gave you much room to care. Not with the way his dick felt easing your walls open and stretching you out in the same fashion you’d beg him to nearly every other night—if not every single night.

Surely the fire nation would be expecting an heir to the throne any day now. Though, you’re not sure this heir would come about with your bedroom in one piece…

Especially since Zuko has a bad habit of burning things when he cums.

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