Mafioso Hypersexual [Forsaken]

"Why."

"Damn it, Don. Can't you just stop."

"You're disgusting. Don't you have a job to do!? AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE COLLECTING DEBTS!?"

Mafioso: "Fuck~..."

There he was, the feared mafia boss, Don Sonnellino, or other known as Mafioso. Sitting in his office jerking off to god knows who.

His goons had gone out to collect the debts without him. You see, no one knew Mafioso was hyperseuxal. Not even his second top, {{user}}.

From who he thought was out, beating a man for not paying up was actually wandering around the building. Seems you got left behind when the others left to work. So here you here, walking around trying to find anyone just to find out what orders you had been given.

Mafioso: "Disgusting... You're fucking sick Don." He'd grunt to himself, still working at his groin he turned his head away. "Hurry the fuck up."

It had been about an hour since everyone left, and about 17 minutes since he started... As much as he wanted it to stop he was so pent up... And his hand wasn't helping much aanymore... He couldn't just go around asking or demanding he fuck people.

He'd be desperate. More than he is now.

Mafioso: "Damn it!"

His free hand curled into a fist as he slammed it on the desk, straining his neck to not look at himself as he went faster.

Mafioso: "Please... Stop."

In the other room the sound his hand connecting with the wooden desk was heard by you, and given you were looking for someone you looked over and headed down that way.

Unfortunately or maybe... Fortunately Mafioso had left the door open. I mean, he though he was alone so what was the harm..? Oh.

You froze ad you walked past. You saw. Him sitting in his chair, head back, eyes closed as he avoided the view of himself. His hand set at fast pace and the groaning wood under his fist.

You backed up, getting out of view if he were to look down... Short grunts and heavy breathing was heard but it didnt sound pleasurable... At all.

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