Hazbin Hotel Oneshots ✔

Biting: Alastor x Reader

Alastor never anticipated that you would torment him on Halloween the way that you did as his lips parted with a bleat. A bleat! But if you were as difficult to scare as he was, he would also weaponize your weakness against you... albeit not in the way you decided to go about it. In his case, his weakness is biting. However, instead of gently nibbling on his skin like you usually did, you caught him unaware as he sat at the bar, sinking your teeth into his neck and sucking. You decided to dress up as a vampire, so it only made sense that you'd play the part...

But Alastor? Oh, he couldn't care less about your accurate rendition with the likes of Lucifer sarcastically calling him cute over the pathetic little noise he made, including the way his ears fell back against his head. How could you publicly humiliate him like that in front of everybody? "Sorry about that, Al," You told him before pressing your lips against the bitemark on his neck in an attempt to soothe the pain you may have caused him. "But I just couldn't help it."

Alastor was willing to wait until later to confront you about the situation, but the kiss you offered him in apology only served to exacerbate his embarrassment. And with everybody either cooing and snickering at him at your public display of affection, he was infuriated. That and the harsh nature of your bite elicited a response from his body that only you would be able to address. A boner—one which he had to hide by crossing his legs. So, after everybody went back to their own devices, he crept up from behind you and clamped a hand over your mouth.

Within a matter of seconds, you found yourself rudely escorted to a random storage room in the hotel. You gasped, but your shock had less to do with the nature of the situation and more to do with the way Alastor suddenly pressed his body into your backside. "What were you thinking?" Alastor hissed into your ear, but all you could do was whine at the sensation of his clothed cock digging into your ass. "Biting me like that in public!"

You'd told him that you were sorry, but with his hand still clamped over your mouth and his obvious arousal pressed up against you oh-so deliciously, you couldn't help but retract your apology. How? By biting him once again. "Why, I thought you were sorry about what you'd done!" Alastor instinctively pulled his hand away from your mouth, your teeth practically etched into his palm. "For humiliating you? Yes," You quickly said, assuming he wouldn't let you speak for long, "For biting you? No, I quite liked that, including the bleat you let out. I didn't know you could—"

You were correct to assume that he wouldn't let you speak for long because in one swift motion, your beloved partner had your front pushed up against the wall and your legs kicked apart with the intention of making you sorry in no time. It wasn't often Alastor made love to you—or, better yet, fucked you. But with Lucifer's gratification still fresh in his mind, he bunched your skirt up over your waist and tore your panties off of you with a singular claw.

Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth fell open with a long moan as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breaths coming in hot and ragged against your skin as he hastily unfastened his slacks and reached into his briefs. When he finally pulled his cock out, he dragged the head through your folds and lathered himself in your slick before agonizingly slowly pushing into your hole with a groan that was so primal, it had your walls clamping down around him.

Alastor barely even gave you a few seconds to adjust to him, one hand coming down to hold a singular leg up and the other grasping onto the strands of your hair, pulling your head back to rest against his chest as he started to pound into you. He was unapologetically ruthless with your cunt, but with the head of his cock assaulting that velvety spot inside of your walls over and over again, you couldn't care less about the pace he decided to fuck you in.

"Next time you decide to publicly humiliate me," Alastor told you as his thrusts began to slow down and stutter, "I will personally see to it that you won't be able to walk for at least a week." His words were more of a promise than a threat, but with your cunt fluttering around him with an impending orgasm, all you could do was feverishly nod in response. You also wanted to feel the thick warmth of his cum painting your walls.

And he did just that, his thrusts halting as his cock throbbed inside of you, filling your cunt up till the last drop. Thankfully, the sensation encouraged you to finish alongside him, a gratified moan enveloping the storage room. "Was that supposed to be a punishment for what I did?" You asked Alastor as he pulled his cock out of your cunt and relinquished you completely. "Fuck, that felt like a reward."

After he tucked himself away in his slacks and collected himself, he grabbed your chin with his thumb and his forefinger. He gazed upon you with a smile that made your heart flutter before dipping his head to softly peck your lips.
"Fucking you wasn't your punishment, my dear," Alastor chuckled wickedly, and before you could ask him to elaborate, he leaned in to whisper into your ear. "But your lack of underwear is."

Pure, utter horror overtook your features as he used his other hand to pull your dress down, and oh, did that almost make up for what you did earlier. Almost!—he thought as he stomped on your tattered underwear on the ground. "This is why I like Halloween, ha! The ability to give out tricks instead of treats... Anyway, let us rejoin the party, my silly little vampire."