A Match Made In Hell | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

The Shower

*Warning! Smut Ahead! Enjoy you amazing deviants ;)*

"So sweet dead Harry interrupted our breakfast date, did he?" Alastor beamed tauntingly at me as we entered my apartment. I rolled my eyes playfully at him, locking the door behind me. My neighborhood wasn't a slum, but there was no such thing as a nice neighborhood in Hell. 

"Well he did." I replied, headed towards the bathroom, "I need a shower. That hotel left the smell of depression and drug addiction all over me." I left Alastor alone in my living room, closing the door and eager to spend some alone time to ponder what in the hell was going on between him and I.

The hot water was absolutely refreshing. I could feel my muscles relaxing as I massaged shampoo into my hair. Humming to myself, I thought about the last several days.

Did I really like Alastor? Well, yes, he made me laugh. And murder aside, we did get along really well. His hotness was was a bonus too. Just as I was starting to picture how he looked in a towel after his shower, I heard the door click open. 

"Did your mother ever teach you manners?" I scowled at him from around the shower curtain. Alastor just gave me a devious smile and shut the door behind him.

"I was raised in the south, my dear. What do you think?" He retorted playfully while loosening his tie. I ducked back behind the curtain, quietly freaking out. What in the holy Hell was he doing?

The next thing I knew, Alastor climbed right into the shower with me. I spun around to face him, covering my chest with my hands. The look on my face made him laugh.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hissed.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He replied, pulling me close to him. Our wet skin pressed together made me blush and I became very, very, aware on my hands on his chest. Slowly, he bent his head down and pressed his lips to mine. He tasted like blueberry pancakes. I kissed him back, thoroughly enjoying it. 

I could feel his hands roaming over my body, exploring my curves. Under the water, his touch felt electric. Before I knew it, Alastor had me pressed up against the shower wall, kissing me, touching me....it made my mind spin out of control.

But my mind snapped back into focus when I felt Alastor's fingers brush against my slick entrance. I gasped, feeling him slide one finger inside me. My gasp turned into a moan as I felt him slide a second finger in. My head tipped back, mind reeling from the feel of his lips on my neck and how he touched me. 

Too soon though, his fingers slid out, leaving me feeling empty. My eyes snapped open, finding Alastor's red gaze. They were filled with lust...lust for me. We remained completely suspended in time for a long moment. 

"Are you sure?" He finally asked, breaking the silence. 

"Yes." I said breathlessly, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. His teeth grazed my bottom lip before he broke the kiss, spinning me around to face the wall.

I felt his hands slide down my waist before gripping my hips. I bent over, pressing my ass against his member. From behind me, I could hear him chuckle deep in his throat. It almost sounded like a growl. Then I felt the head of his cock press against my slit, pushing until he buried himself balls deep in me. I moaned, feeling him stretch me out. 

Kissing my neck, Alastor growled, "Ready?" I nodded and moaned his name. 

Slowly, he pulled out until just the head remained in, then shoved himself back inside me to the hilt. I gasped out loud, surprised at the full feeling deep inside me. I could almost sense his wicked grin as he repeated the action over and over, hitting that sweet spot at my core. 

Gradually, Alastor picked up speed until he was pounding into me with everything he had. I screamed his name, not caring if my neighbors heard. There was a knot forming in my core, begging to be released. 

"Pl-please." I begged between moans. In reply, Alastor pounded into me even faster. The knot clenched even tighter until it snapped. I screamed his name, legs going weak, and spinning into an abyss. With a groan, he pushed hard into me one last time and found his own release. Panting, he held me close to him, trying to regain our senses. 

Eventually, I felt him slide out of me, leaving an empty feeling deep inside. I turned around in his arms, looking up into his face.

"So what are we?" I blurted out, biting my bottom lip. 

Alastor looked as if he was mulling it over, then replied, "Well, seeing as how we've already been on one date, not to mention what great homicide partners we make, I would say we are together." 

"Together." I repeated, smiling up at him.

"Together." He said, holding me closing and kissing me like it was the first time.