a/n: finally smut! I really like how this turned out, I hope you’ll like it too. Currently I don’t have the ability to post too often, since I am flooded by exams and whatnot, but I am trying!
Also, before you read: S2 EP4 SPOILERS
warnings: SMUT, choking, bondage(not too extreme), swearing, Alastor getting humbled(my fav) and the usual!
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Fuck this. Fuck this hotel. Fuck the deal.
These were the thoughts that went through his head as he took a deep drag of his cigarette. He looked in the mirror and his grin widened, how pathetic. The bayou was calm, except when the wind rattled the roach crown hanging on his vanity. He threw back the rest of his whiskey and groaned when he saw that the bottle was empty.
As he was about to smash the damn vanity mirror to pieces, he heard the snapping of fingers, and the glass was full again, the melted ice replaced too. He growled.
“What are you doing out here?” He didn’t even have to look in the mirror to know that you were standing somewhere behind him, he just looked to the side and saw you swaying on a swing out of his peripheral visio— “How the hell did that get there?”
You just giggled, your eyes softening at his tense form. “Felt like going on a walk, I suppose.” You shrugged while picking on the rope of the swing, completely ignoring his question about the swing. He should have known, he thought, not to question you. You were a stubborn wicked little thing, that was the exact reason he liked you. While others shivered in his presence, you raised a brow and found a way to get under his skin. Your favourite was using your dark red smoke tendrils to pick at his ears and then pretend to be busy. He always knew it was you, there wasn’t a single time he fell for it, but he pretended to fall for it every single time, only to grin when you tried to hide your giggles, and failing miserably.
He lifted up his hand to take a drag again, only to find out that the cigarette disappeared from between his fingers. He finally turned around and his breath hitched in his throat.
You were sitting on the swing, legs crossed and smoking the cigarette that he was holding a minute ago, in a silk nightgown that reached the floor. One of the straps slipped down your shoulder and the curve of your breast was visible, so inviting, as if it was compelling him to sink his teeth into your supple flesh. The cigarette held between your manicured fingers, your dark lips wrapping around the filter, leaving dark red behind. Your sultry eyes that were staring hungrily at him momentarily rolled back as you inhaled the smoke into your lungs.
“So, are you going to tell me what’s the matter? Or are you going to stand there all day and feel sorry for yourself?” You raised a brow. As much as he hated when he got humbled, he knew you were right.
“I’m just tired of it all. I had enough of being everyone’s puppet, when I am supposed to be the one pulling all the strings!” He half expected you to pout at his misfortune, say sweet nothings of how he was still the most powerful sinner or get up to comfort him. What he didn’t expect was you chortling at his words. You gripped the rope of the swing to ground yourself, while also wiping away the tears caused by your laughing.
A few moments later, you stood and walked over to him, hunched over due to your whole-hearted laughter. “Oh, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You sat on the edge of his vanity, composed yourself and clapped. “Brava! What a performance! I truly didn’t think you were capable of looking even more pathetic, but… here you are!” His angry growl was followed by static, his ears flattened against his head and his teeth nearly crushing each other because of his spiteful grin.
“Fuck this, I don’t need this right no—“ As he began to disappear into his shadow, your dark purplish smoke wrapped around it and pulled him out, nudging him before you. “Now, now, is it polite to walk out on a lady? I might also have a little solution for your situation.”
“As if you would know a solution to my situation.” He murmured, thinking you wouldn’t hear him. But his plans of silent treatment were ruined by your phenomenal hearing, the perks of being a powerful succubus Overlord. Your powers depended on senses.
“If only you wouldn’t be so impatient… Well, I cannot give you a long term solution, but I can calm your rage, so your silly little friends won’t see you being this much of a mess.” His ears perked up at that. As annoyed he was with you, he really did need to find a way he could calm himself. He couldn’t see Charlie and the others see him like this, let alone anyone else. The high and mighty Alastor, acting like a kicked puppy, only because he didn’t have firm control over every single thing around him.
He waited for an answer, he decided to look you in the eyes for the first time since you pulled him out of his shadow’s comfort, and his eyes widened.
You were looking at him with sultry bedroom eyes and a sly smirk. Your eyes darkened, along with your lips every second as you two held the intense eye contact. He knew instantly what you were offering, and damn him if he wasn’t taking. If he was in his right mind, he would have scoffed and turned on his heel, but in this moment, he let himself think of it. He couldn’t deny that he was attracted to you even if he tried telling himself he wasn’t. You were a succubus after all, a creature thriving on desire and power. You cocked a brow, waiting for his answer, which you got a moment later when he pushed you more into the vanity and claimed your lips like a man starved. You giggled with an undertone of relief, finally having the sexy demon kissing you and feeling you up.
When he kissed hard, you kissed back even harder. Teeth, tongue and spit were not spared. Soon, he was gripping your waist, in a way that made sure you were going to be covered in purplish marks in the shape of his palms, and your fingers were tugging at his hair harshly, drawing a bitten back whimper every time.
You pushed against him to stand, and once you were on your feet, you began pushing him forward even more.
His heart nearly dropped as he felt himself falling backwards, until his back hit something soft. His eyes popped open, only to find a change of scenery. Within the blink of an eye, you two were in your bedroom. He raised his brows and looked at you in question. You just shrugged. “More privacy than your bedroom, and believe me… I do not like to hold back.” He nodded, it made sense, she wasn’t staying at the hotel, although god knew where she lived. Whatever, the mystery of how he was going to go back home was a problem for later. Now? All he could focus on was you.
The way your hair swayed around you.
The way you were devouring him with your seductive eyes.
The way your chest rose with every breath of yours, making the nightgown tighten around your breast for a small moment.
The way your heavenly body was on his, creating electricity wherever your soft skin touched his.
He couldn’t control himself, he had to have you. He tried to tug at your hair, but your dark smoke wrapped around his wrist and pulled it upwards. Another smoke tendril untied his bow-tie and used it to tie his wrist to the bed. He hissed at you and struggled against the tie, only to fail.
You stood up and looked at him from the foot of your bed. “Oh, look at you, Alastor. So pathetic.” He would have said something, cursed at you, threatened to tear you apart if you wouldn’t free him… If only your words didn’t make his cock twitch in his trousers, and of course you noticed. You smirked, looking down at him as if he was your toy, and in this moment, that was exactly what he was. With a flick of your finger, your smoke tendrils appeared again, hovering over the zippers of his pants and his dress shirt. “Nod if you want to continue. If you don’t, we’ll just have a drink and go on with our days.”
He hesitated, not because he didn’t know whether he wanted you and this or not, he definitely wanted to be inside you and let his anger melt away by your addicting touch. No, he hesitated because he didn’t know what you were up to, he would have bet that you were someone who preferred her partner to have control. “What are you playing at, darling?” He said with a sultry look.
“Think of it as a form of… exposure therapy?” You let one of the straps of your nightgown fall. “I’ll show you that not being in control isn’t always agony, no… if you look at it differently, it can be exquisite, and enjoyable.” You pushed the other strap off, so the silk was just barely covering your chest.
He nodded, and your shadows didn’t hesitate a second. Within a blink of an eye, his clothes disappeared, except for his shirt, his poorly sewn wound on display as a cruel reminder of his failure. Both of you looked at his rock hard reddish cock, desperate even for an ounce of your attention.
You pushed the silky material off your body, revealing that you haven’t been wearing underwear this whole time, your delicious naked body revealed to his eager eye.
“Fuck…” he murmured under his breath, he tugged at the tie again, dying to reach out and touch you, trace your curves. He groaned in frustration as he struggled against his restraint, especially as you looked at him with such amusement, while also running your palms along your hips, squeezing to show off the plushiness of them, just how he liked it. You caressed your breasts, you let your head fall back with a relieved little moan. “You are playing with fire, darling…” his voice darkened, and bright green runes danced around him as his desire and impatience for you grew greatly.
“Careful of what you say, sweetheart, I bite.” You slowly crawled over him, your center hovering over his twitching cock. You looked down at him, just before you reached for his half-unbuttoned shirt and tore it in half. You kissed around his shoulders and neck, leaving behind little nips and marks, along with the shape of your teeth. It wasn’t long until the first drop of blood was drawn. The way you were treating him made him feral in all the right ways.
“Oh, darling! What a delight you ar—oh~“ he felt something hot on his cock, only to look down an see than a drop of slick was running down his length, you were fucking dripping for him. You giggled at his amazement and finally began grinding against him. He couldn’t control himself, he leaned up and kissed you harshly.
You two grinded, whimpered and kissed into each other, until there wasn’t any air within your lungs. You pulled away, both of you just staring at each other like crazed wild animals, panting with an open mouth. His hair was messed up, due to your curious little fingers, his eyes blown and manic of lust. And you… my, you were a sight to behold. Hair messy, lips dark and swollen, glossy from his saliva. You giggled at the way he was staring at you.
“That is what you do to me, Alastor. What seeing you like this does to me. God, you have no idea how hot you make me. Walking around chin up, knowing of your power, that is so fucking hot. That is why seeing you so pitiful makes me disappointed. It isn’t you.” He noticed that your opening was right against his tip and his grin got brighter as he got the idea.
“Then, my darling girl, let me show you how I take back the control you are so proud of possessing…”
You tilted your head, still as smug as before. “And just how are you—-FUCK!” With a sharp thrust of his hips, he was balls deep inside you. The meeting of your bodies was… electric, although he couldn’t see how it was so intense, maybe because he wasn’t ever this turned on. You both groaned at your connection, your body fell forward against his, but still mindful of his wound. He continued thrusting sharply with a stabbing motion inside you, not only to prove a point, but because he couldn’t help himself. You were so wet, warm and tight against his pulsing member. “Oh, you pretty little thing… You feel so good.” He nuzzled his face into your neck, which invited him to since you threw your head back lost in the moment. You didn’t even realize that it was him in control, he was the one pleasuring you. “Look at you, so obedient, so pretty, responding to me so well.” He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he licked the curve of your shoulder and bit into it with his sharp teeth. You yelped, but the pain mixed into pleasure and you found yourself snapped back into reality. You let out a cruel laugh and wrapped your hand around his throat, only to leave him feeling a little lightheaded. He stopped moving his hips out of confusion.
“I see what you are trying to do. But right now?” You transformed into your demon form, your hair floated around you, your eyes got dark and your sharp horns came out. “You are my bitch, not the other way around.” With that, you were riding him as if your life was on the line. You danced on top of him, taking away any bit of dignity he had left with your movements. He was an absolute mess under you. He groaned, growled, moaned, whimpered. His eyes were closed shut, which you didn’t like. So you tutted and brought him back to reality by forming a smoke ring chain around his neck and tugging on it. His eyes popped open and he was too pussy whipped to be angry at how you were pushing and pulling at him like a puppet. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his peak as you were doing your thing. He felt his swollen tip tapping into your spongy spot every time you brought your pelvis down to meet his. He could feel the way you sneakily grinded your sensitive clit against his skin. And he could feel that you were also on the edge.
You decided it was time to go even faster, and you began bouncing on top of him. You held yourself up by his largened antlers, which did something to him.
The sound of your skin meeting, the scent of your arousal filling the room and the way you looked on top of him. It wasn’t rocket science to tell by your looks that you were a succubus, but seeing you in action… Fuck, you were incredibly hot.
With a loud moan, he came, filling you up with his hot cum, leaving his essence deep inside you. The second his pearly fluid hit your walls, you came too with a shudder. Your whole body tightened and your senses felt fuzzy. The second your body collapsed on his, your shadows untied him. His arms immediately wrapped around your twitching body.
For quite a few minutes, you two just laid there. Him still inside you, both of you reveling in the feel of your intense orgasms. He was the first to speak up.
“I didn’t think I would say this, but thank you, darling.” You just smiled up at him and pecked his lips once again. Then, you put your head back into his neck, closing your eyes and letting the sleepiness overtake you. Once he heard your breaths evening out, he decided to do the same.
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“Eventually, I accompanied him back into his bayou and both of us continued on with our days.” You said as you sipped your tea.
“Oh, my! How saucy! And tell me, dear, how was sex with him different from the others?” The lady in front of you said, waiting eagerly for your response.
“It felt… electric. Even if he doesn’t know the reason yet, I know he felt it too, I could see it in his eyes. He might be tight-lipped about his emotions, his body told me everything I needed to know.” You smirked at your dearest friend and winked at her.
“About that… When exactly are you going to tell him that I am not actually the owner of his soul, but you?” Rosie raised a brow. “Not that I don’t enjoy teasing him, but we are getting closer and closer to—-“
“Hush! Do you hear that?” You held up a finger, you heard Alastor on his way here. Trotting along the pavement, humming a tune, picking a bouquet of flowers out of a bush. “He is on his way here.”
You quickly stood and pecked Rosie on the cheek, before snapping your fingers and disappearing, just as the door to Rosie’s boutique flew open.
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