Alastor with an size kink.
He sees your cock by accident but thats what he gets when he sneaks up on you when your only wearing a towel.
Although flacid, you still are an imposing length. Alastor tilts his head, his mind racing with all the ways your cock could fill him. Breed him even.
You could throw him to his knees then yank his hair and shove his face into your crotch. Tell him to open his mouth before thrusting your cock in until his nose brushes your pubs. Make him gag. Fuck his throat until he cries. Cum down his throat, or better yet, paint his face.
You could fuck him on the ground. Ass in the air ploughing your thick fuckin cock into his hungry little hole. Fill him, fill him until his belly bulges and your cum is spilling down his thighs because he's so full. Get him fuckin pregnant, he wants your fawn so fuckin bad...
He looks a moment too long that you pause your chastising.
"See something you like?"
Oi @n-after-me
*smacks table*
Come get ur food. And you better fuckin eat it.
Alastor blinks at you one eye at a time as he come back to himself. "Hmm?"
You let out an annoyed sigh. "You've been stating at me- more specifically you've been staring at my cock for the past," you look at your wrist as if there were a watch on it, "10 minutes? So I ask again. Do you see something you like?"
The heat of embarrassment starts to feel uncomfortable. Alastor wishes he could just teleport away, but you would just find him, corner him if you like. The look in your eyes tells him that you know, you know the hunger he feels like hes drooling. He's not of course, his smile still plastered on his face although slightly more ridgid.
Alastor opens his mouth as if to speak but nothing comes out.
You dont know whoes more frustrated in this moment, but you definitely know that you aren't going to wait an eternity for Alastor to rub his you brain cells together to tell you what he wants.
You take a step forward towards Alastor, and he takes a step back. You cant help the smirk that pulls at your lips. So thats how its gonna be. You continue to make your way towards Alastor until his back is pressed against the wall.
You grab Alastors hands and pin them above his head, watching in facination as his ears twitch and pupils dilate. "Are you going to tell me what you want now little doe?"
Alastor whines and tries to shrink down the wall. Guess thats a no then. You sigh, letting Alastors hands drop before grabbing a tuft of his hair and shoving him to the ground. His nails dig into his legs as if he were fighting an urge.
You yank his head back making him whine. "Open your fucking mouth Alastor."
Alastor hesitates, but lets his mouth fall open. You grab your cock and guide it into his hot mouth slowly. You rock your hips experimentally before bracing one hand on the wall and thrusting your cock in to the hilt.
You moan at the feeling of Alastor gagging around your cock. His hands come to grasp your hips, nails digging but he doesnt know if he wants you to go or stay. You grind into the back of his throat as his spit starts to go down your thighs.
You pull out and let go of his of his hair, delighting in the way he slumps against the wall. When he catches his breath Alastor gives you a look that could kill a man stone dead.
"How dare-"
You interupt him with a slap across the face. You pull his hair hard enough to make him gasp giving you the opportunity to shove your cock back down his throat and you dont stop thrusting. You fuck his throat nice and proper.
Alastors brief flicker of anger is taken over by shame. Shame that he likes the tears running down his face as he gags and sputtles around your cock. Shame that he knows hes going to have to come up with an excuse as to why hes going to miss a broadcast. Shame thats hes so fucking hard right now that he wants to touch his dick so bad but he doesn't want you to stop.
Shame that he wish youd go harder.
Alastors eyes start to gloss over when he feels you slap his face again. He blinks up at you, eyes questioning and almost innocent. "Where do you want it?"
The look of confusion on Alastors face makes you roll your eyes. You pull out of his mouth, Alastor whines and tries to chase you but you hold his head firmly in place.
"Do you want me to cum on your face or down your throat?"
Alastor blinks up at you and you think hea not gonna answer, again, when he surprises you.
"Throat," Alastor says, voice delightfully hoarse.
You tilt your head to the side, "Hmm? You want me to come down your throat?"
Alastor nods his head as much as he can in your hold. "Good boy." Alastors ears twitch at that. You press your cock to his lips, "Open up."
You start fucking his throat again, your thrusts a little less controlled than before as you near your orgasm.
Alastors arms lay uselessly at his sides, his brain to foggy to make them touch himself, not that he needs it. The sound of you fucking his throat, the grunts and moans and sweet little things that come out of your mouth as you praise him for taking your dick like a good bitch has him right on the edge with you. And with one good yank of his hair he tumbles over, his throat constricts and he moans, pulling you right over with you.
Alastor tries his best to swallow all of your cum, not wanting to waste any of it. You thrust a couple more times, riding out your orgasm before pulling out. You take a step back and admire the debauched mess that you have made out of Alastor. And what a pretty sight he does make.
