Hollywood Undead Lemons/Fluffs (_______×Reader)

Bite Me - Charlie x Reader (Dirty Fluff)

I wandered around the crowded room, desperate for a drink. Some demon band was playing on stage. They sucked. I finally spotted the bar and sat down, looking at the bar tender.

"What do you want?" Douchebag I-Wear-Sunglasses-Inside McGee snapped. I stared at the rude man for a moment.

"For you to drop your fucking attitude, bitch. Are you on your period or something?" I snapped right back.

He was taken aback for a second before deciding to respond.

"A lady with an attitude is pretty hot. What can I get ya, hot stuff?" he asked smoothly.

"Vodka. Straight vodka. And a lot of it." I looked down at my lap. My short black dress had ridden up to the tops 

He poured a wineglass full and handed it to me. I smelled it first. The sickly sweet scent of poison hid just under the burning alcohol smell. I chucked the glass as hard as I could at his head. He ducked last minute, letting the cup shatter on the wall behind him. Pissed off enough and alcohol deprived, I hopped the counter and grabbed the first bottle I saw and chugged half of it. Much better.

"I love a good drinker."

I smashed the bottle and looked around a bit. Gambling, prostitutes, sluts, drunks, junkies, shitty music, demons... Not much to see. The air reeked of cigarette smoke.

. . . . .

After a while I got bored and went back to the bar to see if the bar tender wanted to maybe hook up. He was still there. I spotted a human boy just as he refused the red rum the bar tender offered him. he left the bar and a minor demon girl took a sip, then died instantly from the Hell's Blood poison he slipped in it.

I giggled. What a naive girl she is.

"Yo, bar tender, when do you get off?" I asked, seating myself next to the still cooling corpse of the demon girl.

"Anytime I see you," he replied jokingly. I glared and he checked his watch. "10 minutes. Why?"

"Want to hook up? I have nothing better to do and I'm deathly bored."

"Hell yeah I wanna hook up."

. . . . .

We snuck off and found a coat room with a lock that was empty. Perfect. He closed and locked the door, then pushed me against the cool wood. I arched my back a bit as he kissed me hard, fast. It was want and lust that I could taste on his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back with a mirror intensity.

He began groping me after a while. He grabbed my ass and my boobs over and over, not that I minded. I felt his lips travel down my neck and moaned slightly as he left a few hickeys and a dark, apparent bitemark. Our eyes met and I knew what he was going to do next. I hopped up while he pulled me to him so my legs wrapped around his hips, and he ground into me while one hand was on my boob and the other on my ass and his tongue in my mouth. His fingers pushed the hem of my dress up so it was just my underwear protecting me from his gaze. He reached---

Knock, knock, knock.

"Are you in here Charlie? We're going on stage in 5, so come out and get ready," a voice on the other side of the door said, then footsteps led away.

"I gotta go. Hopefully we'll be.... in contact again, okay? You're damn hot," he charmed with a wink and made his exit. I walked back out to the party to watch him play with his band on stage. These guys---Hollywood Undead--play the best music I have ever heard.

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