Alastor

Alastor has always been quite good at getting out of things. He had to learn how early in his life. He had been driving home, late at night, after committing one of his many murders. This victim was a selfish man, and his body was inside of his trunk. It was risky, but he didn’t think too hard about it since he was driving on the back roads, until he was pulled over.

You were a local officer, a pretty new one, checking out sketchy areas before you pulled him over. Alastor could feel his heart racing, yet he still kept a calm expression and a smile. He takes a deep breath before rolling down his window, looking at you and pushing his glasses up his nose. “Why, hello officer! What is the problem?” He asks.

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The two of you barely talked, before you asked Alastor to step out of the car. Once he was out, you made your way to the back of the car, reaching for the button to pop the trunk— until you felt a hand grab your wrist. It was Alastor, and he was definitely up to something. He had thought the best way to get out of this would be to… seduce you. Alastor looks into your eyes, a slight smirk spread across his lips. “You know, you’re quite an attractive man. I wonder if what I can’t see has the same allure as well.” He purrs, guiding your hand to rest on his hip.

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Before you knew it, you were in the backseat of Alastor’s car, the man straddling your lap. Alastor’s face was buried in-between your neck and shoulder, and his hands were up your uniforms shirt, tracing his fingers on your abdomen. “You like that, darling?” He chuckles, pulling back to look into your eyes.

“Undress me.” He demands softly, pressing his hips down against yours. He bites his lip, watching your hands swiftly undo the buttons on his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. Alastor shudders at the cold air hitting his bare arousal, and his hand snakes down to undo your pants and slip your cock out of your underwear.

He looks into your eyes as he spits, allowing his saliva to drip down onto your length. He takes ahold of you, carefully stroking and spreading his spit around your cock, lubing it up.

Alastor guides himself over your length, before slowly lowering himself until the tip barely presses against his rim. Alastor was actually a bit nervous, but this wasn’t his first time. He didn’t know why he was nervous, because his plan was going well. He was simply doing this to get out of a murder charge. He starts lowering himself down on you, suppressing a moan and squeezing his eyes shut.