Haunted (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 42

(Smut warning ⚠️)
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Morning came, Alastor had left for work and said his 'I love you's' as you barely stirred from your deep slumber. He didn't want to leave, he never really did, but he couldn't shirk his responsibilities back home and you understood that completely.

Sleeping in much later than normal, you finally emerged from the sanctity of your comforters. Hair tussled, a bit of a headache from drinking so much the night prior, and still lacking clothes. You let out a small yawn as Binx got up from the foot of the bed and stretched, kneading his paws into the sheet before coming up and head-butting your arm and chest. "Awhhh." You giggled tiredly, giving him a long pet down his back. "Good morning babyyyy~."

Eventually you rolled out of bed and took a shower, and after a few much needed cups of coffee you were finally fully waking up. Realizing neither Jess nor Eric had messaged you to let you know they made it home safe last night, you decided to FaceTime Jess while you were doing your skincare routine. You had a hunch she was hungover and probably still in bed, but, it was payback for all the times she called you early in the morning.

"Mmmmffphhhh." She grumbled into her pillow as she begrudgingly answered the call.

"Great! You made it home safe." You chirped. "Happy birthday!!!"

"Thanks, sugarbug." She murmured. "I thought I texted you last night?"

"Negative, did not get a text."

"Mmphhhh let's see," she sighed, glancing through the tabs on her phone. "Oh my god I wrote it in my notes not as a text."

"Hah." You snickered. "I'm glad you're okay though. Did you have fun last night?"

"A blast." She giggled, "We were up super late."

"Busy night?" You smirked.

"You know it." She hummed, playfully rolling her eyes. Noticing the array of hickeys that coated your neck, almost like a purple and red choker necklace. "Looks like you were up late, too."

"Yeahh that happened." You laughed bashfully. "Dude I'm actually a little peeved. Like, not mad enough to argue or make a super big fuss out of it, but he broke my favorite bra."

"What do you mean he broke it?" She asked.

"He broke the clasp when he ripped it off of me! I'm like 'babe, these are dumb expensive for no reason, and this one was so comfortable.' He offers to buy me new ones, cause this isn't the first time my clothes were torn in the heat of the moment-"

"Jeez, girlie." She interrupted with a laugh. "Sorry."

"You're good." You smiled, shaking your head. "and I appreciate his offers of course, but-"

"Getting you new ones isn't the point, it's the principle. You asked him not to."

"Exactly." You chuckled softly.

"This is why I don't wear bras, not worth the hassle." She sighed. "Punish him?"

"Thought about it." You sighed quietly.

"Do it." She insisted. "Is he coming over again today?"

"Yeah, he practically lives here. He's working right now."

"Greet him without any clothes on, tell him to strip, tease the fuck out of him."

You blushed a little at the thought. Trying to wonder just exactly how well that might go over for you. You thought back to a conversation you and Alastor had once had in the past when your physical relationship became more sexual, and got an idea.