Old No.7 | An Alastor x Reader Story

Dry Spell

My body pressed against Alastor's as he deepened the kiss, tongue snaking across my bottom lip before consuming me whole. I moaned into the kiss, my entire body becoming a live wire. Reaching up, I let my fingers tangle in his hair, trying to get as close as possible. 

Alastor's arms circled around my waist, picking me up and setting me on the desk. Pushing my account books to the floor, he trailed kisses and sharp nips along my jaw and down my neck. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back with my legs wrapped around his hips. 

I had not felt like this since I had been alive. Heart hammering in my chest, my mind reeled with pleasure. Years upon years of pent up sexual frustration had left me a dissolving mess beneath his touch. 

Alastor kissed his way back up to my lips, his amused grin plastered across his face, "Eager, my dear?"

A low growl rumbled in my throat as I reached up and gripped his bowtie in one hand, "I have had a decades old dry spell. If you don't plan on breaking it, then walk away now."

Alastor's hands gripped my hips, his amusement turning into something more predatory, "My dear, your wish is my command."