A/N: Hello everyone! How're my fellow Toffee fans doing? Been pretty busy this week, celebrated a birthday and went to a bunch of concerts (Volbeat and Kill Switch Engage! YEEEAAH) but i finally finished this chapter so woohoo! Have fun!
It's morning. You're watching TV with your coworkers, uninterested and eating your cereal but not really tasting it. You haven't seen Toffee yet, and you're not sure if you're ready to. You're nearly positive that if you asked Toffee why he carried you to your own room, his answer would be something like "Keeping up appearances."
Glancing around the room at the monsters beside you makes you think that they likely wouldn't care if they knew you and Toffee were doing the sorts of things most of them probably only read in a book.
When you put in another mouthful of cereal, you hear Toffee's voice behind you suddenly and you bite down a little too hard on your spoon.
"Gentlemen," he begins, "and lady," a noticeable dip in his tone as you feel his eyes on you, "I'll be going out for the day. The duties assigned to each of you are posted outside of the dining hall. Take care now."
And then he's gone, just like that. The other workers begin muttering to each other, and you hear things like, "Again?" and "Hope I didn't get assigned to bathroom duty."
The duty that you normally have is "espionage", a fancier way of saying that you get to spy on some high school kids. Being that you were human, Toffee had you go places that monsters couldn't tread in without being screamed at. Malls, restaurants, pretty much anywhere the hyper blonde girl and the Diaz kid went to.
Normally when you did this, you would jot down interactions Star would have with other people, along with Marco. Also the shops she went into, and the friends she hung out with. Basically anything you deemed noteworthy. To say that Star wasn't like any other person you observed was an understatement. That girl makes most clinic patients look sane.
Then, when the princess and her friend went home for the night, you'd use your own special pair of dimension cutters gifted to you by Toffee to rip open a dimension to the castle, stroll into his office (usually empty) and place the notes you've taken onto the desk.
Your job is super easy, and you got some nice benefits from it. A place to sleep, free food, and about $200 a week to spend on whatever. You always find the money in your room, placed on your nightstand at a perfect square angle. Real American dollars. You decide not to ask where Toffee gets the money from.
Right now, you're hoping your benefits will soon include a regular place in your boss's bed.
You go out to perform your duties for the day (more observing, more note taking, did-did she really just eat that burrito with maple syrup?) and then head back to the castle, notes full of ostensibly important information.
When you go into the office this time, you find Toffee at his desk. This surprises you a little, since you're used to seeing Toffee go out and then not be back until morning time. He glances up at you from his laptop and then offhandedly gestures for you to approach.
You do so with a little bit of uneasiness and excitement doing a tango in your stomach. Toffee reaches out for the notes without looking at you and you place them into his hand.
"Thank you, y/n, these should prove helpful." Nothing in his voice hints about what happened the night before. Suddenly you feel frustrated, like something's being taken out of your reach.
You place your hands on your hips without thinking, and the next time Toffee speaks it's laced with amusement. "That's a sassy look. I'm not giving you another assignment today, if that's what you're wondering."
That is obviously not what you're wondering, and the smug bastard knows this. He's not even looking at you, letting his peripherals do all the work as he types some shit on his laptop. Like, what's on the laptop that's more important than a live, breathing woman who sucked his soul out through his dick last night?
You have the urge to climb up onto his desk and push all that boring job-stuff aside, straddle his lap and show him just how good of a worker you are. And you're about two seconds away from doing that before you catch yourself, remembering that if you gave into your carnal urges all the time, then Toffee would be winning the little game he's playing with you; He'd find a new place to put you on his chess board, a pawn with a much less desirable name.
So you decide to not do what he was expecting you to do, and turn on your heels at a smart one-eighty degrees before saying, "Of course, sir. Have a good day."
That gets his attention. You're smiling to yourself as you walk out of his office, feeling his hard yellow gaze follow you. If anything happens tonight, it should be interesting.
Nothing actually happens that night, or the night after. You find yourself wanting to scratch at the walls from frustration, annoyed with your boss, knowing that he's waiting for you to break and seek him out like you did last time. He touches you more frequently now – on the back and shoulders when there are other monsters around, and a subtle squeeze on your ass that makes you jump slightly the few moments you and Toffee are alone with each other.
His touches bury themselves under your skin and become heat between your legs that you can't take care of until it's nighttime and you're vexingly alone in your bed. You won't give in, though. Let this little game continue until you can get him to come to you this time.
And you know he will. You know Toffee looks at you when you're crossing your legs in your seat, your skirt riding up just the tiniest bit. The way you press your fingers to your lips when you're reading or thinking hard is something you've never noticed before, but now you do because it catches his attention.
The next time you bring Toffee your notes, you find him in his favorite high-back chair in the library, doing what you assume to be light reading because he's not hunched forward with his brows knitted together.
He hears the clicking of your heels as you approach, but doesn't look up. He doesn't seem to be reading the book anymore, however. You stand in front of him and lean forward, making sure to give him a nice view down your shirt as you quietly say, "Here's my work for today, sir." Your arm extends forward with papers in hand.
Finally Toffee looks up and his eyes stare straight at your cleavage, and you can feel the air change between you two. He looks like he's about to clear his throat but changes his mind, taking the papers with a low "Thank you," not looking at them but at you as you turn and take your time walking between the tall bookcases.
You pretend a book on a nearby table has caught your attention, and with a low hum in your throat you stop to flip through it, looking down at the words but not reading them. It could be because the book is in another language.
A few seconds pass before you feel a hand at the small of your back, sliding upwards slow and hawk-like before resting on your shoulder. Toffee's looking down at the book you're reading, and you can practically hear him smile.
"Learning how to read Mewnian?"
"Yeah," you answer after a few beats, "Gives me something to do in my free time." You did know what some of the words meant, although your knowledge of the text wasn't extensive by any means. Learning to read in Mewnian was something you did to fall asleep faster at night sometimes.
You close the book to read the cover. "War Strategies by General Zircon," you read in a slow, decisive voice, not seeking Toffee's approval but knowing it would be nice if he showed some.
"Correct." Toffee replies, watching your fingers trace over the title words. If he's impressed, he's sure as hell not showing it. His hand's moving down your arm now, and you want to lean into it. "Read it before. Rather dry text, even for me."
'Rather dry' is what you've been too much of for the past few days, although you're sure Toffee would fix that for you soon. You turn to him with this kittenish little smile and run a single digit up his chest, enunciating your next words so that his eyes focus on your lips.
"I don't care to read right now anyway. I'm overdue for a shower."
You aren't really lying when you say that. You feel a bit grimy from walking around the dusty streets, taking notes of Star and her friend. Toffee knows an invitation when he hears it, and keeps his eyes on you as you're walking out of the library with victory bells ringing in your head.
You come into your room and drop your clothes into a puddle next to your bed. While most of your coworkers have a shower room on the first level that they have to share, you were lucky enough to get your own bathroom attached to your room; likely because Toffee understood you wanting privacy, being the only woman in the castle.
You turn the handle of your shower, and after a few squeaks you're hit with blissfully hot water. You let it run over your body and soak the soreness out of your muscles, steaming up your bathroom like a loose, warm hug.
It doesn't take long for Toffee to join you. You're scrubbing up your waist with a body wash that smells like tropical-mango-whatever, head tilted up into the water stream with your eyes closed and then you feel a hand fold over yours.
You drop your loofah without another thought, and Toffee's mouth is against yours a second later with enough heat to suggest that he needs this as much as you do. His arms folding around your back as he's dragging his tongue down your neck to trace your collarbone, soaking in your gasp along with the water droplets.
There's something so fun about sex in the shower, maybe because of all the slickness of wet bodies and how easy everything slides against each other; Toffee has you against the wall now, suctioning his mouth to the curve of your throat and making you weak at the knees. Your fingernails rake down his back and the noise from the back of his throat suggests he likes that.
It feels like Toffee's hiding steel under his skin because he's so damn solid. Everything about him is firm, unapologetic muscle and you can't get enough of it. Toffee, however, loves moving his hands over all your curves, lingering on the soft places like he's never felt anything like you before. His fascination with your body makes you feel gorgeous.
You're pushing your hips against his because you want him in you and you can't wait any longer. He gets the message pretty quick and lifts you up, your back sliding against the shower wall. Your arms wrap over his shoulders and your legs tighten around his waist, anticipation breathing hot against your shoulder as he angles himself and presses inside you, sliding you down as slow as his patience will let him.
It hurts, you're not gonna lie, but it's a pain you can handle because it's what you've been wanting for months now. When Toffee speaks, his voice is low and devoid of breath. "How does it feel?"
"Amazing," is your equally breathless reply, and you wiggle just the tiniest bit, leading to a sudden blur of four more inches in you that has you cry out. Toffee stills completely, and a shiver runs between the two of you while you're trying to re-gather your thoughts.
Then, "Keep going."
"Are you sure?"
"God, yes, Toffee, just… go."
"Okay." Two syllables that carry more weight behind them than you thought possible, as he moves until he's completely inside you. You feel like you've been stretched to your limits, and the water dripping down from your brow makes it hard to see how Toffee's looking at you, but he has something in his eyes that makes your skin feel hot.
His thrusts start smooth and shallow, and soon the sliding becomes erratic as your suspension from the ground has you feeling every inch within a matter of minutes. Your fingers tangle themselves in his night-black hair, nose pushed into the side of his collar bone as the friction of small silvery scales against your skin slowly dismantles your thoughts into noises and distant god god gods with a few fucks thrown tastefully in-between.
The noise from the shower does little to muffle the noises you're making, and Toffee's hitting somewhere deeper than you've ever felt before. One thrust has you running your teeth down his shoulder, and you're not sure when you've ended up on the shower floor with him above you, pushing into you with his hands making trails of fire up your sides to grab your breasts.
Your own hands slide up his arms to grab at his shoulders and hold him closer to you as his lips curl back to show gleaming, dangerous-looking teeth. You peck him on the nose without thinking, and his raised brow makes you give a low giggle that's smothered in a kiss.
Then it becomes a little too rough to be called a kiss, and you think one of his teeth cut your lower lip on accident but you don't care. He's thrusting into you harder and faster at a pace that's making you lose your mind because he keeps hitting that spot that steals your breath.
Something inside of you snaps as your orgasm rolls over you like an earthquake, and the only thing that's coming from your mouth is Toffee fuck I'm coming fuck as he pants against your mouth that he's close and a few more erratic pushes has his claws digging lines into the floor on either side of you.
Then he pulls out, full-body shivers against you as he's coming onto your stomach in white ropy lines. A growl that feels like it's been strangled out of him as his eyes clench shut, his brows furrowed. Strands of black hair are stuck to his forehead, and he looks so un-Toffee-like that it's almost like you're fucking another person.
A few seconds pass as you're trying to catch your breath, and the shower has water running in thin rivulets down Toffee's chest and arms, his skin silver-blue and making you lick your lips with the need to taste it.
You lean up and glide your tongue up his neck and down his jaw line, and he says your name in a husky rumble as he pulls you up to hold you tight against his solid chest. When you pull apart you laugh at Toffee's frown as he notices the transfer of some of his release on his own chest; before the shower can clean the rest of it, you swipe some off with your finger and trace your tongue over it, sucking it past your mouth and pulling your finger out with a lewd pop.
He smiles at the sound, and the two of you take an actual shower together as he lets you rub down his shoulders and chest with the spicy-smelling soap that you're a little obsessed with because it smells so Toffee.
"Am I your favorite worker?" You ask Toffee with a sly smile as you begin to rub circles lower down his stomach, and the small arch of his brow tells you everything.
"I think you know the answer that already."
A/N: So for some reason I've been having problems getting Chrome to play SVtFOE episodes, and then i read that it's because Chrome hates flash. Which sucks because i like to watch episodes with Toffee to get hype and write more chapters :*