#altairaxdiavolo

[sassykattery]

Caught

Oh? A one-shot that I wrote in two days because the idea wouldn't leave me alone and I wrote it like a mad woman? Oh yes, it is.

CW: features afab/fem oc! Altaira who uses she/her pronouns. Smut. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Solo masturbation (f! and m!). Mutual Masturbation (female and male genitals mentioned in explicit detail)

Third person POV

A/N: This one-shot scene is not canon to Altaira's fic.

Diavoloxoc!Altaira (intimate scene, no pre-established relationship)

Other characters mentioned: Asmodeus, Barbatos, Beel

Synopsis: This is what happens when you listen to Beel for directions. Oh, the things you'll see that you probably weren't meant to see.

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Which door did Beel say again? Did he say two lefts and the first door on the right? Or one left and two doors down on the right? Altaira wondered.

It was the night of one of Lord Diavolo's sleepovers, and it was about the fourth Altaira had attended since arriving in the Devildom. She was still rather new to visiting the Demon Lord's castle, but she thought this time she could make it on her own without an escort, just some simple directions. But that proved to be challenging.

I just wanted to take a shower, she thought.

After making two lefts and looking at the doors on her right, it seemed the first door on the right was locked. Maybe it was two doors down.

Trying the second one yielded an entry for her. When she looked around, it wasn't a bathroom, however. It was a dark bedroom with charcoal walls, dimly lit, and quite spacious. Looking around, it was clear someone used the room, but what distracted her further was the music that sounded as though it was coming from the other side of a door within the room. It was tranquil and soft with a beautiful flute and piano harmonizing together; it was rather inviting to her.

"Hello?" She called out, but she was given no reply.

Slowly, she opened the door and looked around. The music wasn't coming from here, she realized. It looked to be the bathroom she was promised, but as she scanned the room, her eyes landed on the figure encased in wet glass with patches of steam as water ran over him.

Immediately, her mouth dropped, and a haze of embarrassment washed over her. Diavolo was in the shower with his back to her, with one hand outstretched on the wall above his head, and the other was out of sight. His back muscles rippled with each minor movement. He looked as though he was painted by a most divine creator. Each dip and valley that lined the contours of his body was placed just so perfectly. It could make one weep. Looking below his waist, he was only more magnificent to gaze upon. The v-shaped lines just above his ass were just right for running one's thumbs over. His rear was perfectly rounded and plush, stirring feelings of merely just wanting to grab it, to feel its wondrous density.

The demon's head was hung, and the movement of his shoulder and upper arm brought the human woman's attention to what he was doing. The red hot flush dusting her cheeks cascaded down to the rest of her body. Her eyeline fell to the repeated motion of his dominant arm. Guilt rapidly settled in her chest, and she started to turn to leave. However, a very distinct sound made her stop in her tracks as her hand rested on the doorknob.

"Ohh... Altaira," he moaned.

Shit, had he caught me? Did he know I was watching?

She immediately looked to his form again and realized he still remained unaware, at least seemingly, to her presence.

"Fuck... You're beautiful," he continued. Her eyes fully widened, and her lips remained parted in full-bodied shock. "I need you so bad."

He... needs me?

"Hah... So perfect," he grunted. His voice raised in pitch, and the muscles in his back tensed up. "Ah–ahh... Please, Altaira..."

She covered her mouth to not let out the whine that percolated in her throat.

He's beautiful like this, she thought.

"Please, let me cum in you," he whimpered. "You feel so good."

This is the sexiest moment of my life.

"I love you," he half-moaned, half-grunted.

Oh. I stand corrected.

Within seconds, Diavolo let out a few high, beautiful whimpers, his whole body flexing as his orgasm took hold. His hand that was laid upon the shower wall flexed with all the tendons beautifully outlined. His fingers curled slowly, causing the veins in his forearms to stand out. His biceps were rigid and defined. Her eyes couldn't settle on any one place on his god-like form, wanting to take in every bit of him in this moment. His hips twitched forward a few times, and then finally, his body relaxed again.

Altaira watched in fascination, completely aroused by the show she had just witnessed. But, within seconds, that arousal turned to guilt as she realized she watched a very private moment with someone who didn't know she was there. She started to very quietly back up and touch the door handle, and the Demon Lord himself turned around. His eyes slowly opened and drew up from the floor to meet her undivided gaze. He was frozen, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Alt–" He started to say her name.

"I'm so sorry!" She blurted out, a splayed hand coming to her chest. She could feel her heart threatening to burst with how hard it pounded inside.

The two continued to stare at each other for a good four seconds until her body decided to cooperate. She scrambled at the door, too scatterbrained to open it properly at first. After a couple of tries, she had it open.

"Wait, I just–" He started to say again.

"All you had to do was ask!" She called out as she darted through the door and slammed it shut.

Though she wasn't a fast runner, there was something to be said for her being able to dash around while she found her way, eventually, to the guest bedroom she was staying in. The door was slammed shut, and she threw herself onto her bed.

"What have I done?" She groaned aloud.

Her D.D.D. buzzed and she looked over to the nightstand. It was Asmodeus.

Dollface: Are you coming back to the party? We're putting on a movie and I want you to sit on my lap!

Altaira: I'm going to sleep. I have a headache.

Dollface: Boo! Well, I always say beauty sleep is important. I'll check on you tomorrow!

Altaira sighed and put her device back down. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

Surely I'm going to be in trouble for that. There must be some rule about seeing royalty naked, and I'll get my head lobbed off. Oh hell, I'm so dead.

Her mind drifted, however, back to the memory she had of seeing Diavolo in those moments. How he called for her, said she was beautiful, begged to cum inside of her.

Maybe it's just some twisted fantasy he has with me that I wouldn't want to know about. Or he knows another Altaira. Fuck, it doesn't matter! I watched him have an intimate moment, and I feel disgusted that I stood there and watched like a freak.

A couple of hours went by as she tossed and turned in her bed. Her body was set aflame, and her need for attention down below just wouldn't leave her alone. Finally, she caved and rolled onto her back once more. Slowly, she slid her right hand down her stomach and under the waistband of her pajamas and panties. Finding her lower lips, she parted them with her pointer and ring fingers and allowed her middle finger to slide in between. She twitched and sighed at the sensation, but it wasn't enough. Her finger sank down to her clit and immediately began rubbing against the sides of the swollen nub. She gave a light, breathy moan as she found a pace she enjoyed. Her hips twitched and body jolted on occasion as she drove her pleasure higher as her other hand came to massage her own breast, teasing her nipple with her fingers.

Her thoughts wandered into imagining if Diavolo was watching her this time. She started to take her time then, thinking about if the roles had been reversed. If she had been masturbating in the shower, toying with her pussy but knowing he was watching, cock hard in his trousers, begging to be let free.

"Diavolo..." she moaned out softly, a smile adorning her face. She imagined him being so desperate to touch her, pleading to fuck just once. "I want you to touch me," she rasped.

"All you had to do was ask."

"What?!" She jerked her head up at the sound of a familiar voice, now husky and in his lower register. She pulled her hand away from her arousal and sat up on one elbow. Her eyes flitted around until she saw a silhouette hovering near the end of her bed.

"I apologize, I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Diavolo stated.

She swallowed thickly and turned to turn on the lamp beside her, illuminating her guest. He stood there in his pajamas, a cardinal red silk set.

"I should be the one apologizing. I hope you can forgive my intrusion on... the private moment you were having," she replied.

"Private moment?" He echoed. His eyes went askance until he pieced together what she meant. "Ah."

"Aren't you... upset? That I saw you?" She pressed further.

He sat on the edge of the bed. "And what, exactly, did you see?" He asked quietly.

"You were... Well, I saw that you were naked and..." She swallowed thickly and stammered, "And, um, s-saying m-my name."

"And what did you mean by "All you had to do was ask?" He inquired.

Her eyes widened, and she fully sat up. "Um, I meant..." The prince then leaned over and crawled onto the bed more, now hovering over her legs. "I heard you... say..." She trailed off again, and her breath hitched as he continued to hover over her, looking at her with his intense golden gaze.

"That you needed me, that I was beautiful, and that you wanted to..." That last part she was unwilling to finish from embarrassment. "Did you mean any of that?" She finally asked.

"Did you mean that you wanted me to touch you?" He asked in reply.

"Yes," she whispered instantly before losing her bravery. A new glimmer appeared in his eyes, one far more lustful now.

"Did you like watching me?" He purred.

"Yes," she answered in a whisper again.

"And were you thinking of me just now while pleasuring yourself?" He leaned closer.

She nodded, "Yes."

"I think what would be a fair trade is for me to watch you please yourself," he murmured, his eyes half-lowered. "Would you mind if I watched you?"

"Um... Y-You can watch me," she stammered a little. Her body was filled with nerves and excitement. He moved away as she laid on her back and slowly slid off her pajama bottoms and panties, letting them slide off the side of the bed.

Keeping her eyes on Diavolo, she spread her legs out and brought her knees up with her heels digging into the bed. His gaze slowly descended, taking in her half-naked form. When his eyes rested on her spread cunt, his breathing became shallow, and his pupils were blown out.

Timidly, her right hand reached down to her pussy to begin spreading the lips out, rubbing against her labia. He crawled forward and sat between her legs on his knees, watching with an intense stare.

"Ah!" She gasped as she reached her clit, rubbing it with her middle finger, the same as before she was interrupted. Air was sucked in between her teeth in a hiss as she felt how drenched she was. To have this demon watching her like this was titillating. Her free hand came up to gently grab at her breast over her sleep shirt, teasing the nipple with her fingertips.

"What do you think about when you do this?" He asked in a raspy voice.

"You," she instantly replied in a murmur. "I imagine it's your hands on my body, you telling me how good I feel, and you making me cum."

"Is that right?" He asked as one corner of his mouth slightly tipped up.

"And so much more," she added.

Very slowly, his hand went to the waistband of his pajama bottoms, and he pulled it down. His hard cock sprang free and her eyes widened to see it up close for the first time. She hadn't seen it earlier, and now she was left gawking at its size and length while precum oozed out of the slit. He took it into his hand and began lazily stroking it.

"Ohh," she moaned, enthralled by the situation.

"You're so beautiful like this," he muttered.

They continued watching each other with lustful gazes, mutually getting off at the sight of one another.

"How–" She swallowed thickly. "How often do you think of me? Like this?"

"All the time. When I see you, my wish is to steal you away and have you to myself for hours on end," he replied breathlessly.

A whine sounded off in her throat as she got closer, her hips gently bucking upward. It was painful, almost, for both of them to be so close but not touching. But that was part of the appeal – to be so close, and yet, withholding, knowing the other person wants them so badly. To see the desperation on their face as they imagine how their skin feels, what it would be like to fuck each other senseless. It created more sexual tension to know just how badly they wanted to touch.

"Diavolo," she whispered, her eyes heavy as she came closer to her release.

"Say my name again," he pleaded, stroking his cock faster. His golden orbs were locked in on her face, taking in every sound and expression she had to offer him.

"Diavolo," she answered with more of a whine this time.

"Fuck, Altaira... I need you," he whimpered back.

It's even better when he's actually saying it to me, she thought.

"I'm close," she warned, eyes screwing shut while her free hand gripped the sheets beside her head.

"Look at me," he rasped. Her eyes opened, and he gave a slight smirk. "I want us to see each other." She immediately nodded in agreement.

"Ohh, fuck– D-Dia! Please, I wanna cum together," she cried, feeling the heat rising within as it built like a roaring inferno. It only kept building.

As they gazed at one another, seemingly invisible sparks were flying. It was the most excited either had ever felt, and it was enough to send them over the edge.

"Diavolo! Ohh, I'm cumming," she wailed to him, her back arched slightly and her hips rocked back and forth as she rubbed her cunt against her hand.

"Ohh, ah– Altaira," he moaned her name out in return.

In unison, the two unraveled and came apart before one another. His hips surged forward and he shot ropes of cum onto the silk sheets between her legs. While grunts and sighs fell from his lips, whimpers and sobs escaped from hers.

After they had both relaxed again, Altaira sat up on her hands, looking between herself and him, considering what had just happened.

"Did you enjoy that?" Diavolo asked softly.

"I did, did you?" She asked in reply.

"Very much so."

The prince slipped off the bed and grabbed tissues to clean up with, and put himself back in order. He found himself standing at the foot of her bed again, unsure of what to do.

"You can stay, sleep in here with me," she offered, patting the spot next to her on the bed.

He gave a large grin.

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The next morning, Barbatos had been wandering the halls of the castle for some time looking for his master when he spotted Asmodeus sneaking towards the guest room for Altaira. The butler quickly approached and put his hand on the doorknob over Asmo's hand.

"I don't believe this room is yours," Barbatos said with a smile and crinkled eyes, indicating his displeasure.

"Oh you! I know that! I told her I'd come wake her up," the fifth born replied cheerfully.

Barbatos removed his hand and let Asmo continue. When both peeked their heads in, they were rather surprised to see the pair snuggled up together, still sound asleep.

"I believe we should leave now," Barbatos grabbed the doorknob and quickly, but silently, shut it again.

"Oh my goodness! Did you see them?! They were so cute, I need a picture–"

Barbatos softly but deeply growled at Asmo, and Asmo immediately jumped back in retreat.

"Let's go," Barbatos replied, dragging Asmo by the elbow.

Meanwhile, Diavolo held onto his little human a little longer with a small smile adorning his face at the little prize he had caught.

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