Haunted (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 20

(A/n: smutt warning ⚠️ 🤪)
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"Y/n... You look... Wow..."

"And all yours..." you hummed, taking a few steps closer to the bed. Alastor now sat on the edge closest to you, fully facing you with his feet planted on the floor as his legs draped over the edge. You stopped about a foot in front of him, his eyes still glued to your bodice for a moment before finally looking back up.

"Are you sure you..."

"Yes, Alastor. I'm sure." You nodded. "Do you still want to?" You asked, slowly and gently taking his hands and placing them on your hips to hold onto. He sighed softly in a sense of disbelief as he felt your skin against his hands, the only barrier being the very thin fabric of your nighty; he could feel how soft your skin was, how warm you were, for fucks sake you were just so inviting to him.

"Yes, I... Really do..." he whispered, squeezing your sides as he gripped your body and pulled you a bit closer. "But I'm afraid I'll hurt you if I get carried away..." he admitted, blushing heavily and looking away from you.

You cupped his cheek in your hand and turned his head to face you again. Those mesmerizing ruby and crimson red eyes looking up at you, with an equal dose of respect and desperation. Almost as if holding back was breaking him. "You won't hurt me." You reassured him softly. "I'll let you know if something is too much."

You stepped closer and then seated yourself upon his lap; straddling him as he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close and snug up against his warm body. "Fuck..." he sighed under his breath, admiring your body now comfortably sat atop him; feeling like he may have to pinch himself to prove he wasn't dreaming. You were so irresistible. So deliciously divine. And you were his. His.

You lazily draped your arms around his shoulders, tracing small circles on his skin with one of your thumbs while your other hand lightly snaked it's way through his hair and occupied the soft and silky strands. You could feel his chest rising and falling against you as he breathed. His eyes peered into you, half lidded with desire; pulling you into this shared trance. "You know I was... thinking about you earlier." He admitted.

You giggled softly, recalling his little sounds of pleasure from the opposite side of the door. "Oh yeah? What about me?"

"Wondering what you look like underneath these clothes, as cute as they are..." He chuckled, reaching underneath your nighty and hooking his thumb into the waistband of your thong to gesture at them as he spoke. He leaned in and gently began planting soft kisses along your neck and collarbone. A quiet, happy sigh left your lips as your eyes fluttered closed. Feeling relaxed, and craving him more and more as his lips brushed against you with an almost feathery touch. Lulling you further into a carnal haze. "Also missing those little moans you'd make when I kiss your neck... How sweet your voice must be as it cries out for me." He continued.

"You wanna find out?" You mused, smirking at him. He grabbed you by the hips and pulled your body closer to him; earning a small squeak of surprise from you, feeling him become hard as it pressed up against you. Your hands trailed down the font of his chest, teasingly slow as they reached for the buttons on his pajama shirt. Undoing them with nimble fingers, making him blush in the process unbeknownst to you.

"Yes I do." He husked, burying his face in your neck. His voice sent goosebumps down your body as his breath licked at your skin. Traces of static lingered on your skin as he sucked and gently nipped at you, hunting for those sweet spots that seemed to make you weak before. As his hands traveled up from your hips again, they reached under the thin translucent fabric of the nighty. He pulled away, and began lifting it up and pulling it off.