Charisk Smut (Re-remastered)

Smut 1 Overhaul

"Such a long day..."

Frisk dragged himself into the house with a huff. His signature blue sweater reliably kept him warm in the dead of night, as he got off from work. His gaze wandered aimlessly in the dark house for a moment as his hand fumbled to lighten up his living room. Leaving himself to wonder, where the hell was this light switch at? As Frisk felt along the wrong side of his wall around inside his home, it took his exhausted mind way too long to come to such a realization. It was nearly 11pm and he usually gets home 3 hours earlier, but he could never resist helping people in need. Unlike a certain selfish someone he contrasted with... His drunken-like stumbling ceased upon 2 faint red irises revealing themselves from within the vast darkness of the interior. Located directly where the staircase would be, those dim red irises locked onto him and he couldn't help but stare back. His breath hitched lightly, knowing the only person who could cause this.

"You sure took your sweet ass time, getting to me, brat. Did you just so happen to ignore all of my texts?" Chara's glare strode closer, then quickly seized Frisk's neck from the darkness, leaving him slightly gasping for the air around him. That dark cherry red gaze lit up his irises akin to the moon piercing through the gaps of their curtains. Such a worrisome gaze examined every piece of clothing, inch and skin in haste, selfishly hogging Frisk until she deemed him safe for release. His lagging mind too scrambled, he had no words to utter as she did... He couldn't quite pinpoint whatever she was doing to him. Her eyes settled back onto his, stepping closer to her soft Frisk, perfectly positioning her face in the light of the aforementioned shining moonlight. Leaving Frisk with mostly just that eerie gaze with part of her sharp teethed grin to boot, and her hushed breaths. He was all too familiar with the gaze, being nothing more than prey caught in headlights, a surprisingly familiar feeling. Those red eyes were glazed over in perverted desires and lust, that would even give a succubus a run for their money.

Frisk could see the visual distress in her gaze mollify, emanating into that memorable sadistic callousness Chara often radiated, while trailing their fingers against the hem of his shirt collar. 

Her breath panted slowly against his cheek, while her free left hand began trailing down into her own pants. She had been quite eagerly awaiting his arrival for a while now and, well... Two measly fingers can only do so much once you've had 'the real thing'; But now knowing that her toy is indeed safe, nearby and most importantly, useable, she will not waste much time with greetings or insignificant pleasantries until after she was satisfied. Chara growled through gritted teeth as she bit her bottom lip, her fingers caused herself to falter slightly, her grip upon his neck slipped equally so. Her anger, about his safety, relocated itself away from Frisk's soft neck. Rather, setting their sights onto his baggy brown pants and the guest that wasn't poking out... yet.

"I-I just got home! I need to take-." Frisk's soft and worry filled voice was silenced by Chara's firm lips, planting her red lipstick upon his lips. The obvious tension and stiffness that was built up inside of him from a long day of existence, and more importantly, his worry, was slowly melted from the inside due to Chara's warm kiss. And she relished her power. Frisk felt her lightly soaked left hand trail up and under his shirt, running against his body. Small shivers were sent rushing down his spine, then quickly resonating lightly throughout his entire being. Rubbing his pants in curiosity, his arousal now grew within her grip just as she predicted it to. It was all just a big game to Chara, simply seeing if he would be willing to play along was all the fun. And him wanting in, merely made her let out a small chuckle in-between kisses.

"Mnn.." Frisk succumbed into her tightening grasp soon after his arousal peaked, he could feel his own cheeks spicing up in embarrassment as her right hand trailed it's index finger against his tip. Light throbbing became a steady and needy pulsing as the seconds trailed on in a haze of teasing and marked kisses. Her hands dug into his pants, rubbing the veiny surface with great pride in her motions. In turn, he tugged suggestively at the bottom of her shirt. His hands ran against Chara's waist gently, in increments he lifted it up, taking in all of her slight hourglass figure, mixed with her modest curves. The inner succubus within her wanted nothing more than to hear nothing but that big, pulsing brat moan her name for an eternity and then some. Sadly, such an implication would not be feasible for health reasons beyond her understanding. So once a night, for every night was an almost adequate compromise.