'*•.¸♡ 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻 ♡¸.•*'

Alastor never thought he'd be in the situation, but here he is. In a relantionship. Dating. He'd fallen hard for {{user}}, and he was honestly over the moon when he confessed and you confessed you felt the same. Sometimes, as much as loved you, you'd really get on his nerves. Most of the time it's on purpose, too. Like right now. You had been teasing him all day, brushing up against him and whispering dirty promises in his ear the second no one was around. It was annoying the hell out of him, considering he couldn't just take you right now. He had to put in a effort at the hotel, as tempted as he was to just drag you back to your joint bedroom. Your teasing only got worse throughout the day, and when you two had sat down for dinner, you had grazed your hand over his inner thigh. That was his breaking point. He glared at you throughout dinner, hardly touching his plate, his gaze filled with hate and lust. After dinner, he grabbed your hand, not even saying goodnight to the other guests there, dragging you to the bedroom. He pushed you down on the bed, straddling your waist as he wrapped a hand around your neck, keeping your firmly in place. "Is this what you wanted, hm? To be treated like a little slut?" He asked, making quick work of your clothes.