Killing Me Softly
As soon as you got through Alastors door he slammed the door shut and pulled you in close by the nape of your neck. Connecting your lips in a passionate kiss, he began to walk forward, you walked backwards following his lead.
Alastor couldn't believe he let his desires take over. He couldn't believe he was here, with his tongue down your throat, and hands running up your sides and through your hair. But as he felt the soft hums of pleasure you let out against his lips and felt your soft lips and tongue synchronizing with his he couldn't give any less of a damn right now.
He wanted you, all of you.
Kicking off your heels while he kicked off his dress shoes he pulled away from the passionate kissing. You were a bit disappointed until he lifted you bridal style and began to make his way up the stairs.
You let out a soft gasp of surprise when he did this and laughed gently. Your laugh was music to his ears as he opened his bedroom door and tossed you onto the bed.
You fell onto the bed with a soft 'oof', Alastor stood at the foot of the bed with soft pants. He admired you laying on his satin red sheets. With your dress hiked up and legs spread he was given access to the sight of your matching satin red panties.
He was nearly feral as he crawled between your legs and cupped your face, your own breathing was quick and shallow. He frowned softly at the streaks of mascara that stained your cheeks, he felt his hunger falter slightly by worry.
"Are you sure you want this?",his voice is soft and sincere as he stares into those soft eyes. You reach up and pull his glasses off, setting them on the bedside table. You offer him a gentle smile and run a hand through his now messy brunette hair,"I'm sure."
Alastor takes only a millisecond to register that and connect your lips again. His hands trail down your chest and grope your breast eliciting a soft sigh of pleasure from you. Your hands fumbled with the buttons on his dress shirt as his tongue prodded and challenged yours.
You felt your skin growing hotter by the second and the space between your legs grew wetter.
As you unbuttoned the small plastic buttons on his top Alastor grew slightly more uneasy. His eyes were tightening shut and his brows were lowered and threaded. Before you could pull his top off his hands shot up and grabbed ahold of your wrists.
With your lips separated you looked up at him with a look of concern. His gaze didn't meet yours as his hands around your wrists gently let you go. You sit up slightly and gently let your fingers curl beneath his chin. His eyes meet yours and you lean in.
"Are you sure about this, Alastor?", your voice is soft and slightly worried. His jaw tightens as his eyes look over your soft features that glow beneath the moonlight.
He was stuck on you the moment he had seen you. Not in his office but the alleyway. Although then it was obviously the physical attraction. He wanted to hurt you and see that fear in your eyes yet again.
He thrived off of it.
Yet now, seeing the look of concern in your eyes for him. The warmth behind them versus the fear. He realized he liked...the warmth.
And he didn't want the light to ever be gone from your eyes. He'd do whatever it takes, whether you want him to or not. Whether you know about it or not.
No matter who he has to hurt he will keep you safe, he will never let that light die out. And he will do anything and get rid of anyone to assure you only look at him like that.
You began to grow more concerned as the silence went on. Leaning up you pressed your forehead against his,"Al..." He smiled as you did this small gesture, your voice soft and sweet. He couldn't help but think to himself.
You're so beautiful...
Swallowing hard he lets the dress shirt fall off his toned shoulders and your eyes glance down to his bare chest and torso. You blink and can makeout a numerous amount of long scars along his chest and toned torso.
Reaching out you let your hand gently press against his chest, the most noticeable scar is across his collar bone.
His eyes watch your reaction and you let out a soft exhale. Looking up and back into his eyes you plant a soft peck against his lips. He looks in your eyes for what he's gotten every other time. Pity, sorrow, sadness. Disgusting things to be seeing in someones eyes in such a situation.
Instead he finds warmth, adoration, and acknowledgement.
His desire skyrockets. Both physically and emotionally.
His heart races and you cock your head gently,"Are you ok—" Before you can finish your question of concern he connects your lips yet again, only this time you feel as if though there is more passion and more...
Your heart beats quicker at the sudden feeling he expresses through the kiss. You don't have time to overthink the feeling when you feel his knee grind up between your legs. You let out a soft moan against his lips and grip his biceps.
Lost within the heat of the moment you can only focus on the feeling between your legs. Not his hands pulling off the high neck dress you wore and not his momentary stillness on top of you.
Having pulled away from the kiss to tug off the soft dress he finds himself admiring your figure. His hands roam up your bare sides and cup your breasts. You look at him with a soft sigh.
As he leans down and begins to kiss your neck you are completely oblivious to the bullet you dodged. The shadows of the room and the glow from the moon concealed the bite marks against your neck left from a certain bartender.
Alastors tongue runs along your hot skin and you shudder beneath his touch. His knee continues to grind between your legs and you moan into his ear.
"A-Alastor please...",you breathe out as your hands roam down his back. He chuckles lowly against a new bruise he's left on your clear skin.
"Please what? Hm?",his voice in low and silky and tone a bit amused. Hearing the tone of neediness in your voice he felt his pants tighten.
You whine and feel your face flush a brighter red. His tongue runs across the love bites he's littered across your neck and collarbones. Pulling away from your neck he looks into your eyes and grabs your chin.
"You're a smart woman, so use your words.",his voice is stern and demanding. Anticipation riddles inside of you and arousal heats up your skin. Desperate to feel him, to have him, your hands rest on his back and you look up into his eyes. Your face hot and flushed your voice comes out seductive and yet slightly shy.
"Please fuck me."
Alastors heart races at the shy and needy way you say this. Unable to contain himself any longer he scoops you up and flips you onto your stomach. You let out a soft gasp at the sudden strength and force he uses.
But this force only makes you feel hotter.
Now on all fours your back is arch leaving your ass in the air. Anticipation does not even begin to describe what you're feeling with Alastor.
The moment he kissed you outside of the speakeasy you felt as if your entire body was lit aflame. The ride home he nearly crashed a few times as he toyed with you to his content.
Then a few moments ago you saw him vulnerable. You felt an entire stir of emotions beyond physical at seeing this side of him. Seeing his scars, that look in his eyes, and the way he touched you.
You wondered if he felt the same spark within him.
Was this just physical for him?
Was it right for me to develop feelings for..a murderer?
He’s not...a bad person...deep down right?
Are these feeling even real? Or just heat of the moment?
Occupied by your racing thoughts and conflicting doubts you hadn't heard him pull his belt from his pants. You weren't snapped out of your daze until you felt a smack against your skin and a stinging on your ass.
"Oh!",you gasp at the pleasurable pain that dances across your skin. You look back and see Alastor running his cool leather belt across his palm. A sadistic smile is on his features and you jump when he lands another hit against your already stinging ass.
"F-Fuck...",you curse softly as your hands bunch up in the sheets. Your gaze falls to the sheets you lay atop of and you shudder when you feel his cool palm grope and run across the red skin he had hit.
You then feel the cool air of the room hit your wet cunt when he pulls down your satin bottoms. Alastor tosses the belt aside and his hand wraps around your neck, lifting you up on your knees.
Your back is pressed against him and you feel his hand tighten around your neck. You can feel your underwear around your thighs. He leans in close to your ear and gently nips at your lobe earning a hum of pleasure from you.
Alastors hand trails up between your legs, his fingers gently run up between your wet slits. You reach up and grip his wrist with a shaky exhale. Saying pleasure was all you felt was the biggest understatement of the century.
You were on fire inside and out. You yearned for him and was completely at his will.
Alastor felt exactly the same. Having you held close to him, hearing your soft moans and pants, feeling you shudder with every touch of his. You drove him insane.
Alastor speaks in a low tone, the sudden sound of his voice makes you swallow hard. He grins feeling it beneath the palm of his hand.
"Tell me who you belong to."
You are caught off guard by his command. Your eyes widen slightly and you are about to refuse his demand until you feel two fingers slip into your wet cunt.
"God...",you draw out a long moan at the sudden feeling. Your nails dig into his wrist as he begins to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you. You finally grasp at the satisfaction of having your pleasure alleviated.
You begin to move up and down against his fingers, his hand around your throat tightens. While bouncing up and down on his fingers while he simultaneously thrusted them into you, you felt more desperate. This wasn't enough.
"A-Alastor I-I...",you begin to stumble over your words as the pad of his thumb circles your sensitive clit,"P-Please fuck me...I want you inside of me..."
The sound of you begging makes Alastors skin grow hotter and his fingers thrust quicker. Yet with the little self-control he had he chuckled lowly,"Tell me who you belong to, darling."
Alastor needed to hear it. Whether it was the heat of the moment or not, he needed to hear it. And you weren't aware what you had stirred within his mind and heart with four simple words.
"I belong to you."
The second these words left your lips Alastor let you fall back to your elbows. You breathed in deeply unaware of how tightly he had been choking you. Dropping his pants he tugged his boxers down and you felt the head of his cock run up between your legs.
You bit your lip and shut your eyes slowly as he began to slide his length into you. You cursed softly into the sheets at the pain that made your legs shake.
Alastor felt your legs shake as he slid himself inside of you, leaning down he planted a soft kiss against your shoulder blade and his hand rested over yours bunched in the sheets. His tone turns soft and sincere,"Just tell me if it gets too much to bare."
You can only nod in response. Alastor groans softly at the feeling of you tightening around his cock. His hands grasp yours and he tightens his jaw once he manages to fit all his length inside of you.
Your eyes roll back at the full feeling and you begin to breathe heavily as he slowly thrusts in and out of you. Your body shifts back and forth as his thrusts become harder and quicker.
"(Y/N)...",Alastor groans your name as his hands grip the headboard in front of you. You moans come out muffled against the sheets as he picks up the pace and continues to thrust his cock in and out of your wet cunt.
The feeling of him deep inside of you makes your nails dig into the sheets. The feeling of your walls against his length made his hands nearly snap the headboard.
"A-Alastor...more.",your pleas come out muffled against the sheets and his hand runs through your hair. Grabbing a chunk of your hair he pulled your head up, earning a pleasurable sigh from you.
"I couldn't—hear you.",Alastor grunts between his words. Your lusty and hazy eyes meet his and your swollen and parted lips repeat what you said.
At this moment you couldn't care less about being embarrassed.
"F-Fuck me harder.",you beg while staring into his almond shaped brown eyes. He gives your hair another pull then begins to feverishly pound into you.
The room is filled with sounds of pleasure from both of you. The sound of skin hitting skin resonates through the room.
You both begin to feel your high approaching. Alastors thrusts grow sloppy and his hold on your hair grows rougher. His other hand gropes your breast and you tilt your head back with loud moans and gasps.
“I-I’m close.”,Alastor manages to get out past his moans and grunts. You let out labored moans and breaths while nodding,”M-Me too.”
With a few more hard thrusts you toss your head back and Alastor lets his hand hang forward. His lips are near your ear and his hand falls from your hair to grip your hips.
“Fuck!”,you both curse in unison with one final hard thrust. Your body shook with Alastors and he rested his cock inside of you as both of you came.
With heavy breaths and panting your bodies relaxed against one another. You craned your neck and were met with his lips against yours. You smiled in a ditzy way and he slowly pulled himself out of you. His voice was low and his tongue gently ran up the side of your neck.
“We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”