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⚠️⚠️ SMUT WARNING ⚠️⚠️
Maybe Charlie was a little over her head with her little plan to 'seduce' Alastor.
The demon in question towered over her as she locked the front door behind her. The lock's small *click!* made the overlord's grin widen mischievously. Charlie swallowed. Besides the faint radio buzz, the tower was silent. Somehow, that made Charlie even more anxious than if there were other demons in the same room. She shifted, looking away.
Charlie raised her eyes again when she noticed Alastor inching closer; a callused, yet soft hand caressed her cheek. His expression alone made heat pool to her core, eyes half-lidded, his eyes a mix of tenderness and pure want. If Alastor's free hand were not resting on her slim waist, she would've buckled to the floor right then and there.
She drew in a shaky breath, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. No going back, Charlie. You chose this. Now go through with it.
Alastor bumped his forehead with hers softly, exhaling a small laugh before finally closing the gap between them.
Charlie swore she saw fireworks.
His lips were soft and warm, sending electric currents throughout her body. He tasted like cinnamon and blood, a mixture Charlie was immediately addicted to. Charlie gripped the collar of his shirt, wanting more, lips moving in sync with Alastor almost eagerly. Alastor must have noticed her shift in behavior because he pulled away, eyeing her for a moment.
"My office." His voice was deep, and he didn't seem to be asking me. Charlie bit her lip.
She gave the Radio demon a shy nod, following him. Somehow the walk there was more awkward than the situation entirely.
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Charlie squeaked when Alastor swiftly slammed the door closed as soon as Charlie entered the office, the room was dark except for the pentagram in the sky.
Charlie looked around, the silhouettes she familiarized herself with looking more warped in the dark, with a small line of color from the night sky peeking from the open window. It was pretty.
When Charlie heard a second lock of the day click, her dark eyes snapped to Alastor again, and she forgot how to breathe.
His eyes were glowing.
He motioned her over, picking her up and sitting her on his desk as she squeaked. He settled between her legs, his hands on her bare thighs for a moment. Thank goodness that today was one of the rare days where she decided to wear a skirt; things would be easier for them. He looked her up and down before speaking again.
"Allow me, doll."
She found out what he meant when his hands gripped the top button of her blouse, unhooking it with ease. She had abandoned her jacket back in her room, so there was one less layer for the red stag to remove. She held her breath, watching the fluid movements of his slender fingers undo button after button. She began to feel shy when he got to the final button, her gaze doe-like.
Her anxiety evaporated with one look from Alastor.
She shrugged off the blouse, the red lace of her bralette displayed brightly against her pale chest. Alastor's smile grew, causing her blush to deepen.
He kissed the fair-haired princess again, just as gently. Her lips moved against his, making her shift in excitement. This was happening. This was actually happening.
Charlie's breath hitched when a claw traced up her thigh and under her skirt. She straightened, the reaction making Alastor laugh.
"Reactive tonight, are we?" he teased.
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Mine~ {2022} | 🛑
Fanfic"Mine." Is all Charlie heard, the deep chuckle that followed giving her goosebumps, "All. Mine. Aren't you, doll?" The grin on his face made her gulp. She was. He had her wrapped around his finger. He knew it, too. "Yes", she managed to breathe...
