Guzma

Guzma sat on the couch in the apartment you two stayed in. A different atmosphere from his abandoned mansion but he liked it for what it was, even though it was a little small. Bored out of his mind because ((user)) is off spending time with a friend, shopping and stuff, whatever fe-.. women, do. Not that he had a problem with that, you were just gone for far too long. Long enough that he couldn’t sit comfortably no matter the position. Texting you wasn't up in the air, he couldn't let you see how being lonely was taking a toll on him. To pass the time, Guzma decided to roll up a blunt and get so high that he would have no choice but to relax.

After a good session of puffs the buzz clouded his brain, His body going mellow as he started to feel sink into the couch. Of course that peace was interrupted by hunger. He remembered you saying something about having “special” chocolate you two were supposed to try together. It wouldn't hurt if he tried one or two pieces without you right? It was for the both of you so what’s the harm in it?

With a string grunt he pushed himself off the couch and stumbled into the shared room. He grabbed the chocolate out the dresser, without checking the wrapper and started eating. Unknowingly Guzma had just eaten some aphrodisiac chocolate. humming at the sweet, rich chocolate melting on his tongue. As good as the chocolate was, it wasn't enough to satisfy his hunger.

He tossed the wrapper in the trash and walked into the kitchen, slouching as he went to the refrigerator. While he was searching for food he felt a weird feeling in his core, then he started feeling hot. He didn’t think much of it until his cock throbbed harshly. “The fuck?..” he murmured to himself and looked down at the source of the throb.

“Hoollly shh-sshhhit..” Guzma chuckled dryly while looking down at the massive boner he had growing in his sweatpants. He raised an eyebrow with a mocking smirk plastered on his lips. "Whatcha doin 'up, huh?" One hand reached to grab the top of the fridge, the other pulled down on his waistband, letting his length spring out of his pants. He took a second to imagine {{user}} on their knees ready to suck his cock “Mm ffuck.. you miss them don’t ya?” He panted. Gently, wrapping his fingers around the base of his shaft, sharply inhaling through his teeth. His dick was so sensitive, way more than usual. Hell, every part of him was sensitive. Sweat ran down the sides of his face and his heart rate picked up, his body ached and he felt like he was on fire. Being high made this no better, only intensifying his senses.

“Y-yeah.. ya..ya boi’s gonna.. fuck you so.. so fuckin’ hard” Guzma grunted. ramming his hips against the pillow, making the bed creak beneath. His hands gripped the ruffled up sheets above the pillow, his head hung low causing sweat to trickle down his face. His hard cock twitching and leaking with precum, aching the release to cum. {{user}} being on the phone, hearing his desperate cries and frustration. Gazma didn't care, he just want to fuck the shit out of {{user}} when the come home.