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thewinchestah · 11 months ago

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"Good things come for those who wait" - Alastor x reader fic

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: ,18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, BDSM, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, Possesive! Alastor, Jealous!Alastor, Protective!Alastor, spanking,degradation kink, praise kink, Angst with a happy ending, fluff, I didn't proof read this, english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here, etc etc etc

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: there's no point guys. I can't stop talking.

A/N: WOAH!! Hello everyone!! What the fuck?? I wasn't expecting my "debut fic" to blow up like that! Thank you so so much to everyone who took the time to read it and leave a comment! I'm truly flattered by your praise. So, I hope this sequel to "PREY" does it justice! (but it can also be read as a standalone). Let me know if you guys like it, and if you have anymore ideas/suggestions! I'm tagging everyone who asked me to, so if you want to be tagged on my next fics let me know! Without further due, here comes that mostrosity of a fic! Hope you like it <3! (UPDATE: PART 3 IS NOW UP!!)

Part I | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Taglist: @smallershorteranduncut @markster666 @jyoongim @stygianoir @pepperycookie @fraspent @aether-th3-enby

It all started, as many things do, with a joke and a simple misunderstanding. Dying and instantly going to hell is not easy. Being in hell and not understanding why the FUCK you are in hell is confusing, frustrating and sometimes drawright ridiculous. There’s no guidebook for the hellish afterlife, and more often than not you felt lost at sea, drowning. Until you found your questionable lifeline, the Radio Demon.

Somehow said demon clocked really early on that you were completely infatuated with him, but too scared to act on it. And oh, how he gave you enough reason to be infatuated, enough reason to be scared. Luring you into the most delicious trap, Alastor had claimed you as his. His to breed during the height of his heat, his to care for, his to inflict the most heavenly torture.

Being caught up in the middle of the living myth that was the Radio Demon was a dangerous thing, you had been warned over and over again. So of course that you had to almost fuck everything up in the silliest way possible.

The obnoxious TV set, also known as Vox, had just started another round of his futile attempts to win Alastor’s attention by airing the most absurd reality tv character assassination ever. You would put money on the fact that the obsessive flat screen was a deceased TLC producer. Usually, any of his pompous i-hate-alastor-so-so-much!!! fits would be met with enthusiasm around the Hotel. Everyone would cramp in front of the TV and make fun of the entire ordeal. Even Alastor would tag along and make a private edition of his radio show while he counter-narrated that nonsense. It became a fun bonding activity for everyone involved, it was a nice thing. But there’s a reason why you can’t have nice things.

Today the Hotel was mostly empty:, only you, Angel and a very on edge, sexually frustrated, irritated Alastor haunted its posh walls. Still, you and Angel carried on with the little tradition sitting side by side in front of the tv not knowing what to expect from today’s “My Strange Addiction - Alastor’s Version” episode. It was truly a laughable attempt of a character assassination, actors who could not act saying things like “Alastor isn’t even as bad as everyone says, his torture tactics are not that special either. My mom’s aunt was tortured by him and was going to work 10 hours later”, “i walked down the street today and alastor didn’t even try to kill me when he saw me crossing the street, he’s all talk” “i have video footage of the self-proclaimed cannibal eating a chocolate covered strawberry. He’s cannibalbaiting.”

“no self-respecting overlord would go out wearing those ridiculous out-of fashion clothes”.

Angel was having the time of his life leading the daily Vox roast session, the spider was funny and you couldn’t hold the laughs. The camera cut to a close-up of Vox, babbling on about technology and the anti-Radio Demon speech you knew by heart at this point. As if on cue, Alastor entered the room. But the pair of you remained oblivious to his presence.

“Toots, you totally should apply for this show! I mean it!. I’m sure Vox will buy literally anything you say. Anything! If you say Alastor likes to eat red nail polish cause it looks like blood he would believe it! You laughed at his words, what a ridiculous thing to say. You loved red nail polish, alastor drinking it because it looks like blood is absurd. “I mean, look at you!! Look at this face, these eyes!! This body!!!” Angel gave your thighs a playful slap. “If you say hell is actually cold using all that i would eat it right up. Vox will be too busy staring at your boobs to notice you dropping that even the oldest radio looks better than that fucking flat face”. The thought that you were the mind-numbing type of beautiful made you laugh. Sometimes you felt like your friends were being way too kind with the flattery about you. You were nothing special at all. It was nice of them to be kind to you, adapting to your new lifestyle was taking a visible tool, anyone could tell. Their efforts were honorable and sweet, but you just couldn’t let yourself believe what in your heart, you knew was a lie. A beautiful, comfortable lie, but still a lie. You weren’t much, you were just lucky. You started to laugh even harder, out of pure nervousness as your brain started to snowball into all the things you weren’t.

“ Seriously Angel, you have the strangest ideas ever!” you tried to sound normal, putting up a confident facade. That helped, a lot. You had picked that up during your days with Alastor.

Speaking of the devil, Alastor wasn’t amused by your little display. Standing on the corner of the room as you laughed, he made himself known by walking out of the room, in hurried steps. If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t think much of it. But you weren’t anyone else. You were Alastor’s.

And that’s why he was seething with rage. His rut always drove him, an already unpredictable man, to the brink of true, pure instinctual insanity. He had to grip his marvelous constructed self control painfully hard. Since your paths crossed, the most chaotic part of his existence seemed in control, your pretty little body always ready to take him, your eyes always holding his gaze in a maddening�� comfortable way, the way you would push your limits just for him.

Only for him.

And the worst part was your softness when it was all done. Alastor would fuck you rentless, for hours, making you take all the mess of his most animalistic desires without a second thought. Both of you would be spent, bathing in the afterglow, room smelling like sex, and you would ask him if he needed anything. Him, that just fucked you so hard so won’t walk straight for a week, that feasted on the blood of the love bites he inflicted, him that covered you in a painting of bruises.

How could he not want to just lock you inside his lavish room and give you all the rings of hell? to carve his name deep into your soul? to dote on you? to make him the only thing on your mind as he makes you his time and time again in the most sinful ways?

It was simple really, why he was shaking with anger: how you, who was his, was even thinking of being in the same vicinity of that scum of creation? LAUGHING AT THIS ABSURD CONCEPT. Vox thinking of you was already a crime punishable by painful death, but Vox looking at you was heresy, and the entirety of hell would pay for his transgressions.

As Alastor stormed off towards the Hotel’s large room corridors, he took several calming breaths. Losing control like this wouldn’t do anyone any favors. In the troubled waters of his mind, Alastor could only think of 3 things: you, fucking you and murdering someone.

So he didn’t even realize your hurried steps trying to catch up with his long strides.

“Hey sugartits! Don’t take too long doing whatever you need to do! there’s a woman going live after the break saying she saw Alastor eating an entire packet of PAPER TOWELS!!! HAHA! This shit is too good to be true!” you heard angel scream.

Adding insult to injury, nice.

Trying desperately to reach your demon lover gait, you could only think about how bad you had messed up. Alastor was your only true respite in hell. He was a blessing in a mist of the worst humankind could offer. He made you feel hope, more than making you feel alive, he made you feel glad you’re dead. The Radio Demon felt like coming home. You just wanted to make it up to him. You could not lose this, lose him. You were not sure you would survive it. And who knew where you went after dying in hell?

It doesn’t matter where you go after hell, it doesn’t matter at all if Alastor is not there. Your brain added to your inner monologue. True.

“Alastor! Wait” you shouted. He stops dead on his feet.

Finally, those long long legs of his do not make chasing after your love any easier.

“Alastor, I'm so so sorry. Angel gets way out of line sometimes and I was nervous” he is perfectly still, ears pinned back, listening. But doesn’t say anything back.

“Al I’m truly sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, at all. Look, let’s try to do something to make your day better. I know how hard this season is on you, I know you feel like you are losing contr-

Uh oh.

oh shit.

You used the two forbidden words together. The temperature in the room drops, Alastor snaps towards you. You feel something gripping your throat mercilessly, as you fall to the ground. Looking at the other end of the corridor Alastor has you on a leash of his magic. Eyes burning red, forehead marked “x” he grips your chains hard, pushing you towards him.

“That was a brilliant speech, little doe. Truly marvelous! I’m sure your television debut will be quite the show you were planning!”

His antlers were growing, his demon form showing itself as he becomes taller and taller over you. All bared teeth and flashing red eyes. This is what everyone warned you about. Don’t get in the Radio Demon’s way, he is dangerous and insane. You will regret it.

Hot. your brain thinks. He pulls your leash even tighter, and you feel wetness pooling on your core.

“Do you have any idea what I was about to do before I heard you so selflessly offer your services to that pathetic excuse of a demon?” Dragging you by the magic chains, his towering frame comes down to meet you at eye level. You can’t say anything back, your brain short circuits and goes AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“You know better than leaving me waiting for an answer at this point, pet” He grips your face using his sharp claws,the pressure threatening to break skin. “But you seem so hellbent on being a bad girl today, I shouldn’t expect your usually good girl’s behavior, should I?”

You are, once again nothing but a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes

“One should always know better than expecting their fantasies to be true”

His sclera goes black, only the tiny blazing red radio dials devouring you as he stares so deep into you, you feel feverish.

“But since we are already here. I. Will. Tell. You.” static picks up around the room and surrounds you both, the corridor is illuminated by an eerie green light. You start to kinda fear for your life, but Alastor has you completely hypnotized by the radio dials on his eyes. You shiver in anticipation.

“I was coming to ask you, to please, spare me a part of your day, away from you friends. Because the only thing on my mind has been you. Fucking you. Sinking my cock so deep into your tight, wet cunt it would mark your soul. Because you are the only one who can take me like this, who deserves being bred by me, who deserves every drop of my seed”

You feel the wetness on your panties grow until it runs down your thighs. There’s nothing right about this, but your dear Alastor showed you long ago how the concepts of right and wrong are meant to be skewed.

“But oh well, you seem to have your affections directed elsewhere…” he tsks at you using that delicious mocking tone. “But, you can’t blame a desperate man for trying” he goes from 100 to 0 really fast, his voice softens so much in a way that’s almost too heavy to hear after all that. Even with his demon form still very much present “Do you still want to make my day better, pet?”

you are at a loss of words, but you manage to nod desperately. The anticipation of what he is going to do to you makes you giddy.

He manhandles your leash until you are on your knees in front of him, tugging on the chains so you look up towards his crotch. He makes quick work of his pants, pulling his cock out. Hard, angry hot red coloured. Angry because of you, angry for you.

“Open wide, little one” and without much more warning, Alastor is fucking your face, hard and fast.

You position your arms behind your back as quickly as you can. You know how hard it is for him to be touched when his rut is peaking. The overwhelming need for relief mixing with his ever present desire for control. This is about him asserting his dominance over you, making sure you don’t ever forget where you belong: In the warmth of his burning gaze, under him, on your knees, while he merciless fucks your throat into compliance. He’s taking it out on you, and you fucking love it.

He’s not saying anything, only growling like he’s about to murder someone. He grabs fistfuls of your velvety hair, but never leaves the white knuckle grip on your chains. You can only resist the urge of playing with your pussy while he thrusts so deep you feel his monster cock. hitting the back of your throat. This is about him, and you want to give him this so badly your cunt is throbbing with desire

Tears wet your cheeks, your lips around his cock are the definition of renaissance art to Alastor. He’s almost over the edge now, the head of his cock twitches on top of your tongue as a warning of his approaching orgasm. It’s hard, it’s hot, it’s fast and it’s angry.

Alastor cums, you swallow as much as you can, but he takes his cock out and spills everywhere, coating your hair, your face. It’s so deliciously erotic Alastor can’t resist catching some of his cum and running his hands throughout your velvet locks, bathing you in his essence, marking you once more. There’s still a bit of cum on the tip of his claw, he feeds it to you, and your lips wrap around his fingers as you take as much of him you can take, gladly.

“Oh how beautiful you are when you ruin yourself like this for me, my little doe” You look up at him with adoration and a lustful gaze, his eyes hold an equally lustful gaze and… something more. Something that you are sure will drive you insane.

Alastor notices the pooling mess underneath your tights, he knows how desperate you are for relief, but he still wants to self indulge on you. He’s certain you still don’t understand the reality of what he is feeling. Swiftly he topples you down the corridor’s carpet and places himself between your legs, his crawled finger tearing your lacy panties away.

Then, he feasts on you like a starving man, and he might be, because you taste like the ambrosia of the gods and he can’t get enough of it. Of how you make a mess of yourself for him and there’s still something for him to take. You just taste so sweet, what a perfect meal your nectar makes. His wicked silver tongue polishes you, aided by your whispered sighs, his name moaned like a prayer on your lips. You are so so close, alastor sucks on your throbbing clit you are already seeing stars, all you need is a gentle push.

Grinning like a devil, Alastor looks up, tilts his head, gives you the most wicked-and-douchey look in existence. He gets up, your leash dissipating into the air and walks away in perfect composure, like nothing happened. Nothing at all.

“Well, I think that’s my cue!!” he says in his usually chirpy tone. You just stay there, flabbergasted. “I just remembered I still have a lot to do today! Work never stops when you maintain a facility like this in tip-top condition!” Already halfway across the corridor, Alastor’s head turns towards you “Still want to make my day good my dear? Be a doll and clean this mess up, will you?” you just stare at him, too fucking stunned to speak. You can’t believe it. That fucking devil. He’s about to make the turn towards the elevator and disappear when his eyes flash red as he warns you “Oh! and don’t you dare make yourself cum without my permission. If you cum before I say so, you won’t be cumming for a week. Choose wisely!Let’s see who loses control first Ha Ha! This will be fun!”

Alastor can be a psychopathic demon in heat, but before all that he still is a psychopathic demon who loves torture.

And he just left you all hot and bothered.

–

Alastor knew better than believing in such things as heaven or holiness. In fact, Alastor was positively sure nothing was sacred. The concept of sacredness was non-existent in his book.

But his skeptic mind danced on the edge of belief when he touched you. To be inside you felt heavenly, heavenly in a type of way that should not even be allowed in this place. The way your lush body burned underneath his wicked gaze was sacred.The way you always presented yourself to him, with selfless abandon was sacred. Somehow, someone allowed him, of all people, access to a soul he frankly didn’t understand what was doing in hell in the first place. He never was the better man. He was never giving that up.

In all of his nature, Alastor felt the most sinful pleasure in defiling your sacredness. He wanted nothing but to take the heavenly thing you were and taint it with his darkness.

He was well acquainted to torture and had no shame in inflicting the most delicious and depraved type of it on you ,until all of your holiness was irrevocably marked by him, down to the core of your soul. Of course Alastor didn’t buy your soul. He didn’t need to use those means to completely own you. He did it effortlessly, because you craved it. Because he craved it.

That’s why the thought of Vox even looking in your way was heretic, and not in a good way. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you to Vox. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Period. You were his.

But adding that man into the equation just made everything more intolerable. The things he would do if he found out about you… Found out that not only you were his but how you could make someone feel. How precious and undeserving of anything less than good you were…

You were made to be cherished and protected. Protected by him.

In fact, it took all of the Radio Demon’s willpower to restrain from walking to the Vees building, and kill Vox for something he didn’t do. Because Alastor wouldn’t allow the thought to even cross his mind. All that, a messy display of his desperation and loss of control. Giving that prick the smug satisfaction of knowing somehow he got to him, in his last moments.

Damn, his rut truly did make him on edge.

Suppressing his murderous thoughts, Alastor focused his mind into something he as actually good at: torture. Yours specifically. He still wanted to punish you for making him feel like this. He still wanted to make you understand.

And he just thought of the sweetest way to do it.

After cleaning up the mess on the corridor, and yourself (you did it all on autopilot, still trying to understand what the FUCK happened) you still had to give Angel a satisfaction about why you didn’t come back. You must’ve looked really miserable cause Angel just hugged you really tight and ordered you to bed. When in reality all of your efforts were now focused on masking your humiliating arousal. So you find yourself lying in your bed, trying not to think anything Radio Demon related. You’re totally not thinking about the way he looked at you while he fucked you. The way his eyes would search yours in a crowded room, winking playfully at you. An inside joke. A promise.The way you both playfully banter at the dinner table over silly things. You are also totally not thinking about how he takes you, how you love to hear him saying “good girl” to you after you push your limits again, only for him. Not thinking at all about how his cock fills you so perfectly, you truly feel empty without it. Who’s thinking about what hides behind his eyes when he his voice goes all soft in the middle of a rough fucking? Ha ha!! Definitely not you.

You punch yourself with your pillow.

C’mon don’t think thoughts of Alastor now…

You are so fucked, and not in a sexy way. The worst part is that you want to endure it, you want to be good for him. Your pussy is aching to be touched, your mind begging you to have thoughts of Alastor while your pussy is being touched. But right now you would give everything in this world to hear him praise you again. You know how hard his rut is on him… He already carries a lot alone, the Hotel, the doomsday clock of extermination ticking closer and closer everyday. Plus the other things… You know there’s something more, something that haunts his nights, but it’s not your place to ask. Hell, you are too scared to ask. You just hope, you just pray that when it happens you are beside him. You don’t ever expect the Radio Demon to ever ask for help, or open up. Or seek comfort. Oh, he’s anything but comfortable. But you like to think that in time, he would feel comfortable enough around you he could let something slip, a tiny detail to add to your “The Mystery of the Radio Demon” clue board. Something that would let you show him he doesn’t need to pick himself apart, carry all these burdens alone.

Great, you are doing amazing at the “not thinking any Alastor thoughts” game.

You hug your pillow closer and look across you window as you start saying out loud a list of things you need to do around the Hotel. Maybe this will take your mind off the devil.

Tend to the Venus Fly traps of the gardens. (You could ask Nifty for the bugs)

Write the thank you letters to the new guests that agreed to help with hotel chores.

Tell charlie about your book club idea using cool flashcards

It’s your turn to organize “Theme nights”, maybe Alastor would enjoy a “great gatsby” theme, right?

Great, Alastor again. You sighed.

Suddenly a red note written with perfect penmanship flies next to your spot on the bed.

“My darling doe, I’m waiting for you in my chambers.

Don’t take your time, we have much to discuss.-

Yours, Alastor.

You take your time, though, to thank anyone who’s listening as you sprint towards Alastor’s lavish room. You feel dizzy, anticipation like butterflies in your stomach. You don’t have to knock more than once for him to let you in.

He’s on the edge of the bed, looking like his normal self (as normal as it gets for Alastor)

The taps the spot next to him on the the bed

“Come here, you darling thing!”

you don’t waste a second, and as quickly as you are sitting on his bed, you are sitting on lap. Holding you close, in a vice like grip with one of his arms, Alastor starts talking

“How was the rest of your day, my dear?” you open your mouth to start talking, you have so much to say to him. That you were a good girl, that you were ready to do anything to make up for laughing at Angel’s stupid idea of seducing Vox. You are ready to beg for your release. to ask how his day was. But you don’t get to utter a word.

Alastor quickly and swiftly maneuvers you: now your feet are dangling from the bed, your ass and legs sprawled out across his lap. A powerful arm locking you to him by the small of your back.

Holy fuck.

“Well my day was downright awful! You see I overheard my pretty pet laughing at the prospect of seducing one of my most infuriating enemies. I’m in the peak of my unforgiving rut ,and all I wanted was the shared pleasure of our bodies as I fuck the darling thing senseless!” he pinches the back of your thigh, hard. You blur out a soft, desperate sigh.

“Of course, the good girl she is, she went begging for my forgiveness. I didn’t fully give it, of course. That was a harsh offense, what my little doe did. But I did have my fill with her” You try to spea-

Alastor audibly shushes you.

“I did leave her all hot and bothered after spilling my cum all over her maddening little body, of course. I contenplated murdering the bastard demon so he wouldn’t get a chance of even knowing about her existence and what she does to me. But I still suffered with the hellish need of fucking her into oblivion, and pondered a lot about divine justice. So, if I had to suffer this entire day because of her offenses I think it’s only right for that darling doe to get her fill of suffering and punishment hmmmm?

You try to look back to his face, but you feel the familiar sensation of magic wrapping around your throat. The leash, you are so so fucked. You couldn’t be happier about it.

He tugs at the chain, so your skirt rides up and your ass is totally bare for him and your head is buried in one of his fluffy pillows. With a snap of his fingers your panties disintegrate.

You shiver at the thought of what’s happening next, a delicious sensation that flows across your back and ends up inside your cunt, beginning to turn into a wet mess. He’s gonna spank you like the bad girl you were. He’s not going to be gentle about it either. You can’t wait. It’s gonna hurt, it’s gonna sting, it will leave you bruised. It will be deliciously wicked, like all of Alastor’s punishments.

You feel another surge of magic, behind the powerful green glow something materializes.

Your horsegirl days back on earth don’t let you down. You recognise it instantly. On his previous free hand he’s holding a riding crop. A big, leather pointed riding crop.

He’s going to literally whip you into submission. You squirm inside his arm. You can’t fucking wait. You’ve made yourself come a few times after the thought of being literally tamed, broke by alastor.

You whimper. Alastor’s laugh fills the room.

“So this is how this is going to go, pet. I’m going to whip you lovely ass like the ungrateful slut you are and you are going to thank me for it after every crack of the whip. I’m gonna do this as many times as I see fit. Until your ass is as red as my hair. Until you understand what you did. By the time I’m done you will be begging to be punished more. Are we clear?

You can’t look back at him, but you can feel how his red irises make your skin burn. You like to imagine that his eyes did the thing where they soften for a heartbeat, if you blink you miss it. Waiting for your permission, even now. You are able to muffle a “yes, oh please Alastor, yes”.

“Lovely.”

crack.

He didn’t even gave you time to process. The whip lands hard on the back of your left thigh. You let out a scream.

“Well?” he asks impatiently as he waits for your “thank you”. Seeing the way the spot where the whip landed turn a lovely shade of scarlet isn’t helping him hold his resolve either.

You wanna do this right, you need this as much as he needs it.

“thank-”

crack. the whip lands on your right thigh, a little lower.

“tha-”

crack.crack.

He whips you even harder, cutting the wind as it lands twice on your left buttcheek. Only four cracks down and you are a whimpering mess. You wiggle instinctively on his lap, seeking some friction, some relief. It hurts so bad, but it feels so good. You don’t know if you can take more. You want it anyway. “thank you, thank you” you whimper. Tears wet your face, arousal wets your core adding to the mess from before he even started.

crack. crack.

He mirrors his movements to your right buttcheek. “thank yo- Holy fuck Alastor”

one more hit, now hitting both of your buttcheks.

“I’ve told you many times before pet, there’s nothing holy about what I do to you. I’m gonna break you and then breed you. I won’t give you a moment of respite. And maybe by the end, when your legs are shaking from holding that orgasm you have been desperately chasing since this afternoon, I will be merciful and let you find your release. And we will know who’s really losing control here”

How can he do this to you with only his voice? You are not sure you’ve ever been so aroused in your entire life. You’re so wet, you’re staining Alastor’s pants. As close as you will get to marking him.

There’s a draft coming from the forest of his room, it softly kisses your abused skin, making it sting. You want to see the state of your lower body so badly. The way you’re submitting to him right now, the most sweet form degradation possible. Your eyes are clouded with tears, that line between pain and pleasure being blurred in ways only someone like the Radio Demon could cross. He tugs on your leash, to attract your attention from the sinful, unholy sensations you are feeling so openly, back to him.

Alastor drags the leather point of the whip across your throbbing cunt, collecting the obscene amount of wetness there. “By the 7 rings of hell, what do you have here? Are you such a slut that you are creaming at being whipped into compliance? I could do this all night long. Your ass is already red with regret for your actions but I’m not sure you learned your lesson yet.”

crack. The whip this time lands on your juicy cunt. Your hips trash with the sensation, your demon lover’s name escaping your lips like a prayer.You forget to thank him this time, despite your best efforts.

“Are you so big of an ungrateful brat that you want this sinful punishment to continue? Not even bothering to thank me, in hopes it will end sooner. You know what you are. Nothing but a hungry greedy whore for the Radio Demon”

crack, crack. One hit on each cheek. “But I already knew that” and with that mocking tone Alastor lands a masterful final hit on both of your cheeks. He does have a way of proving his point.

You are fucking sobbing now. Tears coat your cheeks, now a colour so vibrant as the rich scarlet the covers your ass. Alastor knows everything that makes you tick. He knows how close you are to cumming. Cumming for only his masterfully inflicted punishment and his voice. Incoherent whimpers leave your lips “please please please” and soft “ohh and aaah, alastor”

He tugs on your leash again, he knows your body like the palm of his hand, and that you are probably entering the mind numbing phase of the pain and the pleasure. But he still wants your undivided attention. He has whipped you into submission, he still needs to fuck you into submission.

“And you even made the mess of yourself stain my pants! My god, you are pathetic. Delightfully pathetic”

Alastor gently runs his clawed hands across your ass, the sharp edges making you hiss. He looks in adoration at the masterpiece he inflicted on you. Your ass and thighs a shade of scarlet to rival his hair, the wetness between your thighs a heavenly invitation. Beautiful. Sinful. Sacred. He will never forget this, and he will make sure that you never forget it too.

“Now, now, we are done with this my little doe” his voice goes extra soft because you can’t see him with your face buried in a soft pillow. “you were so good for me, you always are”

The softness and sweetness of his praise makes you sob even harder. It’s maddening.

He gently maneuvers you further into the bed, making space for himself.

“But now I’m painfully hard, and I still need to bury myself inside that tight throbbing cunt of yours, so deep it will mark. your. soul.” static picks up around you, a delicious omen of what is about to happen.

Alastor positions himself behind you, immediately entering you and bottoming out.

His first thrusts are sharp and deep, as to make his promise of marking yourself from the inside real. He pulls your chains so your scarlet ass is presenting itself to him like the most sinful gift.

Alastor picks up that breakneck pace of fucking, common to him, specially during his rut. He fucks you like he hates you. As hard as he possibly can, to make you know that you are his and his only. That even thinking of someone else, even as a joke, will not be tolerated. You wanted all of him didn’t you? You’ve made that clear, with words, with actions, with the things your body endures for him. So he makes sure to give you that.

Moans drip from your lips in a crescendo, you are screaming now, you don’t know how long you will last. It feels so good. That delayed gratification drowning you in maddening pleasure.

“Who do you think is losing control here?” he asks after a painfully sharp thrust. “Me, or the mess of a slut underneath me? That is screaming my name loud enough for the entire pride ring to know how she loves being fucked like a common whore for the Radio Demon,hmm?”

One hand pulls your leash upwards, the other your hips. He’s even deeper now, you can feel him in your core.

You don’t reply to the question even though you want to, even though you know the answer.

“Again, since you like being bred like that so much you are not hearing me” he takes all of his cock out and enters you at once. “Who’s losing control here? Me, or my little plaything with the scarlet ass from being whipped into compliance like the pretty little brat she is?”

You don’t forget to answer him now, you need to cum, desperately. You withheld your building orgasm for an entire day, you wanted to be good for Alastor. You wanted to be able to take everything he gives you. The pleasure, the pain, the sinful, delicious depraved torture. “Me, I am!” you scream out.

Alastor’s pace is becoming erratic, you feel the shadows of his growing antlers cover you.

“Again” he tugs at your collars. Another sharp, deep thrust.

“Me, i’m losing control”

“And what are you?” his voice is filled with static now, he’s close too.

“Yours! I’m yours Alastor, yours to fuck, to break, to punish” you cry out in sweet pain and pleasure.

Another tug, Another painfully sharp thrust

“I’m only yours Alastor” you finish.

“Good. girl.” he spaces the words out between thrusts, knowing how you relish in them.

“You can come now”

Your orgasm comes crashing down. You grip the sheets like a maniac, your legs shaking so hard Alastor needs to hold them in place. You scream so loud you are sure they can hear you in heaven. You hope they can, so they know. So they know this man owns you. So they know you love him.

Alastor is not far behind, your cunt tightening around him like a vice. He fucks you specially hard and deep know, delayed gratification hitting all at once. He cums so hard inside you, he’s sure he finally marked your soul. The feeling of his cock twitching and spilling inside you, adding to the indescriptible sensation. You are completely over the edge now, you feel weightless, free falling.

You know Alastor will catch you.

“Ah! There she is” you open your eyes and feel a soft kiss on your cheek. You are lying on top of Alastor’s chest, he cuddles you gently, making lazy circles on your hipbone but still buried to the hilt inside you. He still plans to give you all of his cum, all he has during his rut,after all.

“woah, that was… amazing” you say after a while.

“Well, I did whip and fuck you to the brink of insanity my dear. And you came so beautifully for me, you passed out. You’re such a sight pet. I will never forget it.” you blush at his words. You feel so happy.

Alastor kisses your cheek again, and with a final thrust he leaves you with a obscenely wet noise. You are dripping with his cum, it’s running down your thighs, staining the sheets.

You whimper in complaint.

“Ah ,don’t be like that” he laughs, is a genuinely happy laugh. “There’s still plenty of where that came from, but I need my darling doe to rest first” he says. He’s lying you gently on the bed as he gets up. “Don’t leave” you whisper.

He’s out of the bed anyways, and seems to be on his way to do something. You don’t care, you want him back here, holding you. You don't want him to ever let you go.

“Al, i’m truly sorry about today. You know that, right?” You know that I love you, right? You want to say, but you are scared that confession is a little much for today. You see where he’s headed now. He opens the bathroom door.

“Don’t even think about it, my dear. It’s all water under the bridge” he says in his usual chirpy tone, louder than the noise of the bath running. “Now you just need to promise me that you will never even let the thought of that pathetic demon cross your mind, my love”

my love.

“And if he ever does, you will let me know. So I can fuck those wretched ideas out of your mind” Alastor is walking back to the bed now. He picks you up bridal style and carries you across the room. You can’t help the hiss that escape your lips as your irritated skin touches him. “I know, I know my dear. We will fix that right up. I can’t have my favourite doe hurting. We still have a long way to go until the end of my rut, dearest” you don’t reply, you are just happy. perfectly happy. You could hear Alastor’s voice for days without complaining. “But you did look so perfect with that scarlet ass on my lap. Crying from how much you love what I do to you. I hope you never forget that”

You both reach the bathtub, he drops you with all the care in the world inside the water.

“I’m so proud of you. I truly am” the water is warm. The soap smells so nice. He lit candles too. You give in to the soothing sensations. You might have tuned out for a bit, cause you hear alastor calling your name so softly… He says it again, slow, soft, gentle, pleading. As to catch your attention, he has something important to say. “You know how precious you are to me, don’t you my little doe?” “yes” you respond, trying to fight the tears that begin to spill down your face ‘

“Oh my darling girl, why are you crying? There’s nothing to cry about. You are here, safe with me. As you will always be, as is your place.”

“Alastor I-I-” your heart swells, you want to say something. You want to say everything you are feeling. How consuming, in the best way possible, your feelings are for him.

But Alastor is always 10 steps ahead.

“I know, I know darling” he kisses your hand “I feel it too.” he says. It feels like a confession, it sounds like a confession. The look on his eyes is the one of that mystery that hides there every time his voice in the midst of your passion.

When you,know you know. your mind reiterates.

“Let me help you dry those tears. Save them for another day” He holds your face and kiss your lips. “The only thing you need to worry about right now is resting and recovering that luscious body of yours, as well as your brilliant, witty mind”

He hands you a sparkly fancy pink soap, and gets up to find the softest sponge he has stored.

“Now, I hope you like the smell of these candles, cause I’m not letting you out of my sight for at least the next four days!”

Alastor continues to chat away sweet nothings as he helps you bathe. Maybe it will take a while for the Radio Demon to say those 4 words out loud. He has enough reason for that, inside that beautiful, complicated mind of his. His actions always speak louder than words, your relationship was proof of that.

Until then, you will always have sacred moments in crowded rooms, you will always have jokes that only the both of you understand. He will always keep sweeping you off your feet in the most deliciously wicked ways possible.

Right now, you have him by your side after everything that happened, you have his heart too. You are sure of that. So you don’t mind waiting for him.

Good things come for those who wait.

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Please, don't do this bae

A gata aparece dps de mais de um ano como se nada tivesse acontecido kkkkkk. Então! Vamos fingir costume hsuahsua. Tive um surto de imaginação nos últimos dias, e além de escrever quase uma fanfic inteira, fiz vários oneshots 💕 esse aqui ficou gigante! Espero não ter perdido a mão, e que gostem! Por favor, me digam o que acharam, ok? Love ya

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Inspirei profundamente, fechando meus olhos ao ouvir o nome do meu namorado ser citado mais uma vez pelo alto falante da televisão. E lá ia ele, todo feliz e sorridente receber o quarto prêmio da noite, após abraçar a irmã mais velha e os amigos à sua volta.

Era sempre assim, eu sempre ficava em casa durante suas premiações, não podia comemorar suas vitórias com ele, não podia torcer segurando a sua mão. Tirando os poucos shows que Harry me levou, e que eu assisti praticamente escondida junto dos seguranças, nunca havíamos estado juntos com pessoas além de sua família e um grupo muito seleto de amigos.

Dois anos. Quase três. Nessa maldita situação.

E eu me sentia horrível.

Mas, também sabia que não era sua culpa.

O empresário levava a carreira de Harry com mãos de ferro, não permitindo que nada "manchasse" sua imagem perante a grande legião de fãs que o acompanham há tantos anos. Por mais que houvessem escândalos aqui e ali sobre Harry com outras mulheres, em sua grande maioria plantados pelo próprio empresário, e que meu namorado insistia em odiar participar.

Thompson era uma péssima pessoa, na frente de Harry ele fingia simpatia por mim, mas quando ficávamos sozinhos ele fazia questão de soltar piadinhas irônicas sobre golpe do baú, alpinistas sociais e outras coisas.

Uma vez ele até mesmo chegou a me obrigar a entrar em uma lata de lixo, durante uma coletiva de Harry. Nunca me senti tão humilhada.

E por mais que Harry tivesse surtado quando me viu sair chorando e fedendo a lixo por causa do empresário, ele não tinha muito o que fazer. Quebrar o contrato com Thompson não era uma opção, o valor de multa era exorbitante demais, e ele obtinha o direito de muitas das músicas de Harry. Por isso relevamos, empurramos toda a situação com a barriga. Mesmo sendo o inferno na terra.

Assim que o último prêmio foi entregue, e sabendo que não havia mais nenhuma indicação, desliguei a tv e me dirigi para o quarto. Já vestia o meu pijama, então apenas entrei para baixo dos cobertores, tentando me forçar a dormir.

Sabia que Harry iria para o after da premiação, e provavelmente não voltaria tão cedo.

Senti meus olhos marejarem, e por alguns minutos deixei que os soluços viessem, esperando que assim tivesse algum alívio no aperto que sentia no peito.

Inútil.

Os soluços vinham cada vez mais frequentes, e então, eu estava em completo pranto. Agarrada no travesseiro com o cheiro do shampoo do meu moreno, que estava em uma festa se divertindo sabe-se lá com quem enquanto eu me acabo de chorar.

Em algum momento, o cansaço me venceu, e eu apaguei.

Acordei quando senti a cama se afundar ao meu lado, e um corpo com cheiro de banho recente se abraçar ao meu.

Harry beijou meu pescoço, me apertando em seus braços e então deitando a cabeça no travesseiro.

A sensação de aperto sumiu, ela sempre sumia quando ele estava por perto, quando me tratava com amor mesmo pensando que eu estava dormindo.

Acordei com meu celular despertando para que eu levantasse, desliguei rápido ao ouvir Harry resmungar e virar o rosto para o lado.

E então, meu coração parou.

Havia um chupão em seu pescoço.

Não fui eu quem deixou, sempre fui muito cuidadosa com marcas, nunca em lugares visíveis.

Um nó se formou em minha garganta, minha cabeça começou a doer e o tão conhecido aperto no peito voltou.

Saí da cama em silêncio, vendo-o se esparramar.

Fui até o banheiro, lavei o rosto e me arrumei para o trabalho.

Não podia lidar com aquilo agora.

Assim que entrei no escritório, Linda sorriu para mim. Ela era a única em meu ambiente de trabalho que sabia sobre meu relacionamento com Harry, e devia estar feliz sobre as premiações da noite passada. Forcei um sorriso para ele e me dirigi até a minha sala.

Eu não conseguia me concentrar, precisei ler um contrato pelo menos quatro vezes para entender o que havia ali.

Após meu horário de almoço, que eu preferi passar trancada em minha sala, decidi que iria para casa. Trabalhar daquela forma só pioraria a minha situação, e eu não gostaria de receber nenhuma crítica depois.

Assim que passei pela porta, senti cheiro de comida. Era possível enxergar a cozinha de onde eu estava, e um Harry sem camisa, de costas, provavelmente fazendo algo para comer depois de acordar.

Assim que ouviu o barulho da porta, o moreno se virou, me dando um sorriso aberto e saiu praticamente correndo do cômodo até mim, descalço e vestindo apenas uma calça de moletom.

— Amor. — Ele disse me puxando, me apertando em seus braços. — Chegou cedo. — Selou meus lábios, como sempre fazia. — Ontem foi incrível! — Ele disse com animação, meu coração apertou mais uma vez.

— Imagino. — Falei sem animação, me soltando dos seus braços. Sua expressão mudou no mesmo segundo.

— O que houve? — Perguntou, segurando meu rosto, me obrigando a olhá-lo. — Andou chorando?

— Dor de cabeça. — Menti. Tentei me livrar dos seus toques, mas Harry não deixou, ainda me encarando.

— Melhor ir a um médico, babe. — Ele tinha seus olhos fixos em meu rosto, e eu imaginava a confusão que devia estar. Passei a noite chorando, e boa parte da manhã também.

— Não. Só preciso ficar sozinha. — Suspirei, finalmente conseguindo me soltar dele, e me dirigindo para o quarto.

Tirei meu blazer e o sapato de salto baixo. Estava desabotoando a camisa social quando Harry entrou com um copo de água em uma mão e um comprimido na outra.

— Aqui, vai fazer você se sentir melhor. — Me estendeu, e eu neguei com a cabeça. — Amor, por favor.

— Eu já disse que não quero, porra! — Falei bufando, e me afastando dele e me dirigindo ao banheiro. Harry largou as coisas no móvel onde estavam nossos livros e me seguiu ao cômodo.

Apoiei minhas mãos na pia, fechando meus olhos com força. Minha única vontade naquele momento era fugir.

— O que aconteceu? — Ele perguntou, agora com a voz em tom grave. O encarei pelo espelho, um sorriso cínico se abriu em meus lábios.

— Me diz você. — Dei de ombros. — A noite foi boa? — Harry me olhou com confusão, e então eu me virei para ele, cutucando a marca no pescoço com a ponta do dedo.

Sua expressão era de pura incredulidade. Ele se aproximou mais do espelho, esticando o pescoço para enxergar melhor o que havia ali.

— Amor, eu não sei o que é isso! — Ele disse agarrando meus ombros. — Eu juro, juro que não fiz nada.

— Tá bom. — Ri com desdém, me soltando dele e voltando para o quarto. Tirei a camisa que parecia me sufocar, ficando apenas com a saia formal e o sutiã branco.

— Amor, eu juro. — Harry disse saindo do banheiro. — Por favor, acredita em mim. — Ele disse segurando minha mão. — Gemma estava lá o tempo todo, você pode perguntar a ela, sabe que ela não mentiria. — Ele tinha os olhos marejados, e sua expressão me fazia acreditar que era verdade. O puxei para a cama, fazendo-o sentar, e ficando em pé na sua frente.

— Eu não posso mais fazer isso, Harry. — Disse, em um sussurro. Ele fez menção de se levantar, mas eu coloquei as mãos nos ombros nus para que ficasse no lugar.

— s/n eu não te traí, eu juro. — Ele disse em tom desesperado.

— Tudo bem, acredito em você. — Falei passando a mão pelo rosto lindo. Já estava chorando de novo, estava doendo demais.

— Então… por que está fazendo isso com a gente? — Ele disse baixinho, seus olhos muito verdes deduravam que ele sentia tanta dor quanto eu. — Você não me ama mais?

— Eu amo. — Solucei. — Amo pra cacete. Mas eu não posso mais, amor. — Harry levou uma das mãos grandes até o meu rosto, secando um pouco minhas lágrimas e fazendo uma carícia. — Eu não consigo mais. — Admiti.

— Não consegue o quê? Vamos resolver, amor. — Ele suplicou, fazendo doer ainda mais.

— Você não pode. — Sussurrei, passando meus dedos pelo cabelo levemente comprido. — Eu não posso mais esconder o que eu sinto, está me matando.

— Então me fala!

— Eu não aguento mais. — Falei sentando em uma das suas pernas, os olhos de Harry estavam fixos nos meus, e eu agora acariciava sei rosto mais uma vez. — Eu não aguento mais ser a namorada escondida, não aguento mais não poder torcer e comemorar com você, Harry. — Sussurrei. — Não posso mais fazer isso.

— Amor… — Ele começou, mas eu coloquei meu indicador sobre os lábios rosados.

— Em algum momento isso teria que acontecer. Você nunca poderia me assumir, Harry, sabemos disso. — Fechei meus olhos para não ver a expressão melancólica que ele fazia, sabia que também estava prestes a chorar. — É melhor que aconteça antes que nos odiemos.

— Eu nunca vou odiar você. — Ele disse baixinho, e eu abri os olhos, sentindo a facada de ver a face molhada.

— Vamos odiar a nós mesmos por essa situação de merda. Eu já me odeio. — Admiti. — Me desculpa, amor. — Sussurrei.

— Não faz isso. — Harry suplicou, colando sua testa na minha. — Por favor, não faz isso. — Ele soluçou, me causando a mesma reação.

— Eu te amo tanto. — Sequei suas lágrimas com os polegares. — Vou te amar o resto da minha vida, Harry. — Toquei seu nariz com o meu. — Espero que você seja muito muito feliz. — Harry soltou um soluço de pura dor, e então escondeu o rosto em meu pescoço, me molhando com as suas lágrimas, e me apertando em seus braços.

Ele sabia que não tinha volta.

Eu também sabia.

Ele sabia que eu o amava com todas as forças.

E eu sabia que era recíproco.

Mas não havia o que fazer. Continuar com aquele relacionamento escondido do mundo só iria nos destruir. Mais do que estávamos agora.

E eu sabia que ele conseguiria juntar os cacos.

Só não tinha certeza sobre mim. Seria um longo caminho.

Dois meses depois.

Me ajeitei no sofá pequeno, sentindo meu nariz doer de tanto fungar. Hoje, de todos os dias nos últimos dois longuíssimos meses, vinha sendo o mais difícil de todos. Hoje faríamos três anos juntos oficialmente. Três anos do pedido de namoro com direito a velas, pétalas de rosa e uma canção que só a voz rouca do meu amor poderia fazer.

Peguei meu celular que vibrou na mesinha de centro.

Linda: o programa do James está per-fei-to hoje haha

Suspirei e decidi dar uma olhada, talvez me distraísse um pouco da fossa na qual eu me afundava profundamente.

Devia estar no meio do programa, passava um quadro clássico onde ele atrapalhava o trânsito. Junto com atores de algum filme musical que eu não conhecia eles faziam uma bagunça enorme, e ver James vestido de princesa me fez dar a primeira gargalhada em dias.

A câmera passou pela plateia, pegando suas reações, e então parou no par de olhos verdes que fez meu coração pular.

Eu sabia, devia ser alguma artimanha de Linda para que eu visse Harry, mesmo que pela televisão. Nos últimos meses evitei qualquer tipo de notícia dele. Não usava nenhuma rede social, nem entrava em nenhum site de notícias, até mesmo o jornal local estava evitando.

Pensei em trocar de canal, mas não consegui evitar em ficar mais um pouco, vê-lo mais um pouco. Era tão bom quanto torturante.

— Harry, hoje você apareceu de surpresa por aqui. — James disse, fazendo Harry sorrir olhando para baixo, e confirmar com um movimento de cabeça. — Imagino que não tenha sido só para me ver. — A plateia riu.

— Por mais que eu te adore, não foi esse o motivo. — O efeito que sua voz provocou em mim foi imediato. Meu corpo inteiro arrepiou, minha frequência cardíaca acelerou e meus olhos marejarem. — Hoje… eu estaria fazendo três anos sendo o cara mais feliz do planeta. — Ele disse olhando para James. Minha mente gritava para que eu desligasse a tv, mas meu coração gritava ainda mais alto pedindo que eu o ouvisse mais um pouco. — Mas eu fui um grande covarde, deixando meu amor se afastar. — A plateia fez um "own" e Harry sorriu sem mostrar os dentes, seu sorriso de quando não queria sorrir.

— Bom, você tinha me dito que trouxe uma música nova, não é mesmo?

— Sim. — Harry confirmou, a plateia gritou. Ele se levantou e caminhou até o pequeno palco do auditório, sentando no banco alto que havia atrás de um tripé com um microfone. — Três anos atrás, eu quase não cabia em mim de alegria. — Ele começou. Olhando fixamente para a câmera, como se pudesse me ver. — Dois meses atrás, deixei que o amor da minha vida fosse pra longe de mim… — Suspirou. — Se eu pudesse voltar no tempo, gritaria para o mundo inteiro ouvir, gritaria para o universo o quanto eu te amo, o quanto você me faz bem. Mas como eu não posso, quero mostrar pro mundo inteiro o quanto meu mundo fica pequeno sem você. — Eu já chorava copiosamente, minha visão estava um pouco turva e eu mal o enxergava na tela. — s/n, você merece muito mais do que um cara cheio de medos, que se deixa levar pelos outros e que se esconde do mundo. Mas, se você deixar, quero te mostrar que eu posso ser esse cara que te merece. Porque eu vou te amar o resto da minha vida. — Harry citou a frase que eu disse durante o nosso término. Meu coração parecia que não aguentaria nem mais um minuto. A plateia gritava enquanto Harry pegava o violão, apoiando em seu colo.

Ele ajeitou o microfone para a sua altura e suspirou antes de dedilhar os acordes.

— Things haven't been quite the same

There's a haze on the horizon, babe

It's only been a couple of days and I miss you

When nothing really goes to plan

You stub your toe, or break your camera

I'll do everything I can to help you through

(As coisas não têm sido exatamente as mesmas

Tem uma névoa no horizonte, amor

Faz apenas alguns dias e eu sinto sua falta, mmm, sim

Quando as coisas não acontecem como esperado

Você bate seu dedo ou quebra sua câmera

Eu vou fazer tudo o que puder para te ajudar)

If you're feeling down, I just wanna make you happier, baby

Wish I was around, I just wanna make you happier, baby

(Se você estiver se sentido mal, eu só quero te fazer mais feliz, amor

Queria estar com você, eu só quero te fazer mais feliz, amor)

We've been doing all this late night talking

About anything you want until the morning

Now you're in my life

I can't get you off my mind

(Temos tido todas essas conversas tarde da noite

Sobre qualquer coisa que você queira até a manhã

Agora você é parte da minha vida

Não consigo te tirar da minha cabeça)

I've never been a fan of change

But I'd follow you to any place

If it's Hollywood or Bishopsgate, I'm coming, too

(Eu nunca fui um fã de mudanças

Mas eu te seguiria para qualquer lugar

Se for Hollywood ou Bishopsgate, eu vou também)

Por mais que o ritmo da música fosse animado, a letra fazia meu coração apertar ainda mais, já não conseguia mais segurar o choro. Senti meu celular vibrar no colo, achando que devia ser alguma mensagem de linda, porém, era uma notificação do Instagram.

"@Harrystyles mencionou você em uma publicação."

Eram três fotos. A primeira do começo do namoro, Harry me segurava em seu colo e eu beijava os seus lábios, não era possível ver meu rosto por conta do cabelo. Lembrava exatamente daquele dia, foi no primeiro show em que Harry me levou após o pedido de namoro. Na segunda estávamos jogados em uma cama de hotel, exaustos depois de um passeio por Madri para comemorar nosso primeiro ano de namoro, e também a primeira grande turnê solo de Harry. E a última era recente. Nossa última viagem. Havíamos ido a uma praia, nossos rostos colados e eu fazia uma careta.

"Três anos inteiros de amor verdadeiro. Sinto sua falta" era a legenda. Em apenas alguns segundos milhões de notificações começaram a chegar, solicitações para seguir meu perfil privado.

Desliguei meu telefone e decidi que faria uma provável loucura.

Corri para o meu quarto, tomei um banho muito rápido e coloquei a primeira roupa que caiu do armário. Peguei meu carro e dirigi o caminho tão conhecido até onde um dia foi a nossa casa.

Me sentei nos degraus da pequena escada que dava acesso á varanda. O programa havia acabado há alguns minutos, então sabia que Harry não havia chegado.

Resmunguei sentindo minha pele arrepiar de frio. O dia inteiro foi chuvoso, e agora não era uma exceção. Estava completamente encharcada, sentada ali há mais de uma hora esperando.

Foi uma péssima ideia, ele não vem pra casa.

Suspirei uma última vez e me levantei para ir embora. Mas assim que cheguei até o meu carro, vi um par de faróis virar a esquina.

O carro parou no meio da rua, Harry desceu do lugar do motorista, ficando tão molhado quanto eu.

Ele se aproximou devagar, parando a minha frente.

Meu coração batia descompensado.

Não falamos nada, não era necessário.

Ergui minhas mãos com receio, mas quando as coloquei em seus ombros, Harry me puxou pela cintura, me fechando em um abraço apertado.

As lágrimas se juntavam à chuva, e eu não conseguia tirar meus olhos daquele rosto tão lindo.

— Desculpa. — Sussurrei. Harry negou com um movimento de cabeça, me puxando para ainda mais perto, colando sua testa na minha.

— Eu te amo. — Ele disse baixinho. — E se você ainda me amar, o resto todo não importa.

— É claro que eu te amo. — Murmurei. Harry abriu um sorriso lindo, o rosto completamente molhado pelo temporal, o cabelo grudado na testa.

Fiquei na ponta dos pés e fiz o que sonhei por tantos dias. Beijei os lábios do meu amor.

Harry me apertou contra o corpo molhado, seus lábios se moviam vagarosamente, demonstrando toda a saudade acumulada.

— Feliz três anos, amor. — Ele disse, assim que separou a boca da minha.

— Feliz três anos, babe. — Sussurrei colando nossos lábios novamente.

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