#i just wanted to show y’all i haven’t forgotten about the trick-or-treat thingy
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6esiree · 9 days ago
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𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 (𝐖𝐈𝐏)
Who would have thought that Alastor, the older gentleman who sauntered into the speakeasy you worked at with a character that was so sickeningly suave, so overtly conscientious with everything he did that after many months, he finally managed to convince you to take him home even amidst a storm at an ungodly hour… was inexperienced? Sure, he begrudgingly admitted that he was a virgin as he slipped out of his soaked clothes alongside you, but you’d been with plenty who had dexterous fingers and tongues before.
But apparently, Alastor did not fall into that category. His brilliant mind barely held an inkling of knowledge of what it took to elicit the sinful noises he caught patrons and workers exchanging in the shadows whenever he went outside to relieve his bladder. And after he had unceremoniously clambered into your room from your window, almost knocking down your bedside lamp and alerting your slumbering parents of what their seemingly innocent daughter was up to, he made that painfully obvious to you.
“Alastor Hartfelt, are you teasing me?” You inquired in a hushed tone as your hands wandered down the expanse of his nude back, feeling his warm, damp skin beneath your palms.
He had you pinned to your bed, one hand squeezing the softness of your hip as the other kneaded the inside of your thigh. But that was it. He wouldn’t dare touch you where you needed him the most, even when the tips of his fingers had accidentally grazed your core just a few moments earlier, the thin fabric of your underwear utterly drenched in your anticipation. The sight of your nipples peeking through your slip didn’t tempt him, either—and he always admired your cleavage during your shifts.
“Teasing you?” Alastor eventually mustered as his lips lathered your collarbone with affection, the flesh there bruised from the unforgiving nature of his teeth. “Why would you think so, my darling?”
At first, you thought he was still somewhat drunk, but the kisses you had shared just earlier testified to his sobriety, the taste of rye only but a memory on your tastebuds. However, Alastor was being so unbelievably careful with his hands that you couldn’t quite tell whether he was teasing you or simply unsure… though you had no reason to believe that someone of his caliber didn’t know what to do. He was older, attractive, and got along with the ladies quite well—surely you couldn’t be the first person he’d ever been with, right?
“Because you keep touching me everywhere but there, you know?” You huffed as you hooked a leg around his waist, urging his hips to meet yours. “Come on, Al, my pa’ will be up in a few hours.”
Your clothed core grazed the tent in his briefs, and if you hadn’t let out a moan at the feeling of his cock nudging your clit through your underwear, or if the sky outside hadn’t rumbled with thunder, you would have noticed the breathy gasp that seeped past his lips. But ever the prideful man, he quickly composed himself and moved the hand on your hip down to affectionately grip the leg around his waist, his nails digging into your flesh. Still, you were made aware of his gratification as his cock stirred against your warmth.
“Did I not inform you that I’ve never done this before?” Alastor told you as he withdrew from your collarbone to look at you, the skin between his brows creasing in confusion.
“Yes, you did. Yes,” You blinked as you caught what appeared to be a flicker of nervousness in his gaze. Strange. “Do you not know how to… uh, you know, use your hands?”
It’s not that Alastor didn’t know how to use his hands, no. In fact, he always knew where to touch you, what had you squeaking or gasping in delight when he caught you alone and unaware during your shift, but right now? With… other parts of your body on display underneath him, with you finally at his complete and utter submission, well, he found himself overwhelmed with a lack of confidence due to his inexperience. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint you, but he had managed to do that anyway, he realized.
“No,” Alastor shook his head in amusement, but you knew it was feigned due to the strained nature of the smile on his face. “Why, here I thought you would guide me,” He added.
“And here I thought you knew how to…” You started, but your words drifted off to a whisper as your skin flared up in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I should have figured that you needed my help.”
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Every time I try to do headcanons, I end up writing a little story instead. I’m sorry, y’all. I have no idea why I’m like this </3
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