Priceless (Alastor X Reader)

Red Haze

(Content Advisory⚠️: Smut ahead, proceed with caution.)

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"I would ask if there's a no smoking policy but this entire floor reeks of giggle-smoke."

"And you're about to add to it?" You smirked.

"Mm, hmm."

"There's a grinder on the table if you need one." You pointed next to him. "And a rolling tray."

"Thank you, darling."

You smiled softly to yourself as you walked over to your phone and rifled through your music app of choice. Finding a playlist of songs that you deemed would be rather fitting for the scenario and pressing play, keeping it at an audible volume but still low enough to have a conversation without raising your voices.

The sound of Alastor chuckling behind you when the music started had made your stomach flutter.

Turning around, you meandered over to the pole and gave him a little twirl in front of it. The 'skirt' of your bathrobe twirling with your movements and lifting up a little before you stopped. Teasing him with a couple inches more of visible skin before gravity pulled the fabric back down.

Swaying your hips and feeling a bit lost in the haze, you locked eyes with Alastor as you carried on. His gaze traipsing between watching you and rolling the joint in his hands.

It was scarce you ever saw him smoke anything other than a cigarette. But if his intentions were to have a fun night with you, you weren't about to discourage him.

As his tongue grazed along the rolling paper you had a flashback to times prior where he was eating you out. You couldn't help but blush at such a memory. Feeling your stomach flip and a slow heat simmering in your gut.

He had a very talented tongue; and you didn't just mean his way with words.

His smile was ever present as you danced in front of him. His eyes rarely leaving your form as you gave him a little show.

Giving him a coy smile as you lightly tugged on the wrap around your robe. Tantalizingly slow until it unraveled completely.

And pushing it off, you slowly revealed the new lingerie you wore underneath as the garment fell to the floor.

Alastor's jaw dropping with it.

"Wow..."

"Do you like it?" You asked innocently, batting your lashes at him as you turned away from him and swayed slightly to the music; letting him get a good view of your backside.

"It's red." He said. Then chuckling to himself, a bit embarrassed to have blurted out an obvious statement.

You paused, covering your face as you giggled and nodded. "Yeah, Al, it is red. Next week we'll work on shapes."

"Did you buy that thinking of me?" He wondered.

"It was a gift from Angel. But you did always like me in it," you said, nodding slightly and now smiling back at him as you continued. "didn't you?"

"You look magnificent in anything, but red was always a favorite..." he confirmed. Biting his lower lip while his eyes trailed hungrily down your bodice. "If my memory serves... it always just ends up on the floor."

"Is that where you'd prefer to see it?" You asked, lifting the shoulder strap with your thumb- but paused when he shook his head slowly.

"Leave it on," he stated. Lifting the rolled joint to his lips and lighting it. "When I want it off, I'll rip it off. Keep going."