DAMN MY FCKING OBSESSION WITH ABO SMUT
3k words of ABO Charles/Oliver Smut.
I'm never posting more than this, but dear lord, I'm going to hell.
“Just because you know, doesn’t mean I need any help; I can cope."
“What with your secret stash of toys and maybe a phone call from Jan?” Oliver smirks wickedly.
Charles glares over his glasses at the shorter male.
"You're quiet, you hide away, you have your cute little routines and obsessive wants for throw pillows that you hide in the closet and…and…sex with powerful women."
Charles gulps. “Powerful…women?”
Oliver turns on his heel, smirking. “Yeah, just trying to scratch that itch, huh?”
“I don’t know what you mean” Charles turns away, searching for an excuse.
“Of course you do, why else would you be so desperate? why else would you be looking for me”
Charles clasps his hands in front of him in a combination of terror and annoyance. “Looking for you? I simply enquired if you were busy this weekend, is it illegal to want to ‘hang out'? I thought you wanted to be my 'bestie'?"
His pulse hammered beneath his skin, scent glands in his neck already beginning to swell with an ache he’d suppressed for decades—until Oliver had stumbled upon his secret. Until Oliver had breathed him in Bunny’s closet and sussed him out like a bloodhound.
“I do want to hang out; I like spending time with you. I simply know that this isn’t just all that; you don’t just want my company, you want my attention, because, for the first time in all these years, you've found an Alpha you feel safe with...."
Charles snorts. “I’ve had more than you."
“You didn’t really want Jan and we both know it…you can stop running."
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