RoGi but also kinda not??

Husk was normally the most chivalrous gentleman in all of hell. Was normally, that is.

On every date the two of you were on he would greet your at your door with flowers, hold the umbrella for you when it rained, and he’d give the sweetest compliments. He knew your favorite type of flowers and your favorite types of food. Every time you were around him you got giddy with excitement. Everytime Husk was around you he felt like a young soul, ready for romance for the first time in satan knows how many years.

Husk had been in a rush getting out the door and over to yours that evening. He had only just gotten out of the bar (after Al had been bothering him for 30 minutes straight) and into his room before he got your text inviting you to dinner. It wasn’t officially a date, but at this point in your 2 month relationship it felt like every time the two of you ran into each other it was a date; whether it was in the hotel or planned in a restaurant.

Husk found himself in a fancy restaurant sitting across the table from you. He was dressed in his nicest tuxedo while you were dressed in your finest attire across the table. You’d only just ordered and were talking about your days, with Husk ranting about Alastor’s very unwanted presence at the bar.

“...and then he asked for a glass of club soda – who asks for fuckin’ club soda from a bar?” “People who like club soda,” you said with a grin, taking a sip of your drink.

“Very funny.” He was not amused. “That asshole sucks my non-existent soul from me every time I see him.” Husk’s attention suddenly turned to you. “How ‘bout you? How’s your day been?”

“Oh, work’s work, y’know? Working on a useless project under an incompetent manager for some crazy billionaire that already controls 80 percent of Hell. Just like every other day at VoxTek.” 

Husk shifted a little in his seat, stifling a laugh at the bluntness of your response. “Still can’t believe you work for that guy.” He took a swig of his drink. “‘Guy’s a lunatic.” 

You leaned back in your chair, “well that lunatic pays well, so I’ll stay.”

You both got a laugh out of that. The conversation fell into silence for a minute, allowing Husk to sit with himself for a minute. Husk started to feel a little warm, like the room was heating up. It wasn’t from your gaze, or the gaze of anyone else in the room, though. He tugged at his collar, loosening it slightly. His stomach started to churn; his breathing grew more labored.

He scooted his chair back, acting as calm as he could. “‘Gonna run to the bathroom.” He pointed a claw behind him as he stood up. You didn’t seem concerned, which meant he wasn’t giving his sudden illness away.

Husk pushed the door open into the bathroom. Scratch that – he stumbled into the door to get into the bathroom. The room was empty, which wasn’t something he needed, but he was appreciative of. He went to the sinks and splashed water into his face, wetting the fur on his face to try and cool himself down. His paws found their way onto the edge of the counter as he bent forward, looking at the floor after a sudden hit of dizziness hit him. His breathing grew erratic and heavy, struggling to get air. Just like he…

Shit.

His eyes grew wide as he stumbled as fast as he could to the furthest stall in the corner, the largest of them, to give himself some privacy while he checked to see if his worst fear was coming true. 

He leaned against the wall and threw his paws into his pockets. His left paw found the small tin that he always kept with him: his rut suppressants. He refused to talk about it to anyone, but as a cat he underwent rut cycles. Once a month his hormones flooded his brain and forced him to stop whatever he was doing to try and fuck anything he could get his paws on. Since he’d been single for the longest time, he only ever used toys to ride out his ruts. There was a large selection of toys for sinners who underwent ruts and heats (heat being something that he thankfully never had to go through). 

He flipped open the top, revealing the pills inside. He kept very careful track of when his time came every month – very careful track. He counted them up, remembering that there were 8 when he checked last night. There should have been 7 pills in this container since he took one this morning for this month’s rut.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7… 

8.

He tried not to panic as it suddenly dawned on him how much shit he was in: He was actively going into rut while on a date with someone he hadn’t had any sex with for the 2 months of their relationship. To add on insult to injury he remembered that suppressants stopped a person from going into rut or heat at the cost of making the person’s next cycle worse. They essentially compounded every cycle a person had missed into one heat or rut. 

Considering that Husk had kept such perfect track of his rut cycle for 2 years… yeah, he was completely fucked.

Seemingly on cue, Husk’s dick throbbed in his pants. His member pulsed against the confines of his pants, eliciting a loud moan from him. He fell to the floor, hands on the wall behind him. He had to get his pants off immediately. Husk was going to tear them off if he had to. He rapidly loosened his belt, leaving it on his pants for when he inevitably had to get out of here. He pushed his pants down, along with his boxers underneath, to reveal his cock. It ached for stimulation, throbbing and pulsing with need. Precum started to leak out of the top like a faucet. A steady stream of the clear liquid streamed out and onto the floor, some trailing to the inside of his pants. He wrapped a paw around the side of it to-

Wait. Was his dick bigger?

He froze when he realized what he was feeling. Normally Husk’s paw wrapped comfortably around his dick; the ends of his paw nearly touched. When he gripped himself this time, though, his paw did not reach his entire dick. There was a few inches of new girth that he couldn’t capture with one paw’s grip.

Husk gave himself an experimental stroke, the precum streaming out of him sloshing under his pawpads as he went. A loud moan erupted out of his throat despite his attempts at staying quiet. An especially violent spurt of pre shot out of him with the stroke, splattering against the wall in front of him. 

Thank fuck the door hadn’t opened. If someone came in here he would never have been able to explain his moaning, the squelching sound from him stroking himself, the puddle of “clear mystery liquid” that was surely about to seep into the stall next to him. 

Whatever it was that happened in his brain during these ruts was almost completely taking over Husk’s train of thought, but he had enough brain power to slowly get himself to his feet. He gripped onto the metal bar attached to the wall for dear life, barely keeping himself upright as he watched his dick physically throb and coat the metal rail with his precum. 

Out of nowhere his mind went to you. He thought about how he was going to explain this entire situation to you. He thought about getting to the hotel and his dick in your-

He had to stop thinking about you. Every thought revolving around you that flooded his brain was so… foul. He’d only known you for 2 months – 3, including the month when you were only friends when you were new to the hotel. The two of you might have been dating, but he should not have been thinking about you like this so early in your relationship. Husk prided himself on being a gentleman. These were not very gentlemanly thoughts.

Before he completely lost control of himself he knew he needed to get out of there as soon as he possibly could. He grabbed his phone off of the floor, the device having fallen out of his pocket in the panic to find his rut suppressants, and quickly typed in a message saying that he’d been sick and that he was heading back to the hotel. Husk didn’t bother checking for what you sent back. He couldn’t check while he was rushing to get his pants back up and fastening the belt around his waist. His dick was resisting him, leading Husk to push it down a pant leg. The bulge in his pants was blatantly obvious, precum pumping down his leg and completely drenching the fur on his leg and leaving a clear trail where he walked. He knew that you would probably start walking to see if you were still in the bathroom, so he walked around to the door and pulled it open roughly.

There was no one in the small hallway that the bathroom branched off of, and the door at the end of the hall looked like a back exit, so he quickly escaped outside. The streets he went down seemed empty, minus a few passerbys that were either too distracted to care or very confused with his current status. Husk had to seriously will himself to not make any loud sounds with the  way his dick felt like it would explode every time he took a step, but he couldn’t stay silent. If anyone got too close they would probably hear his heavy breathing (and his feeble attempts at calming himself down.) 

After what felt like hours of walking he arrived at the front doors of the hotel. He looked through the glass in the doors to check if anyone would see him walking in, or if he would need to find another way in. He scanned the room and let out a huge sigh of relief as he opened the door to get out of the public street. The cold air that blasted him was little relief to the burning heat that enveloped him.

Husk was about ready to collapse when he made it into his room; the walk from the front door to his room was grueling. Every step he took rubbed his dick against the fabric of his pants, essentially edging him. Thankfully he hadn’t orgasmed yet, he was legitimately worried about what that would look like. 

He locked the door behind him before hopping up and down and slipping his pants off of him. His boxers came off with them, although he wasn’t sure if he could clean them considering that the entire front half was sticky and soaked through. Once he got his bottoms off he fell onto the bed, not caring to take his jacket or button up off. Husk buried his face into the mattress, clenching his teeth as he tried to relieve some of the pressure in his dick. 

He couldn’t get comfortable there so he pulled himself up to his pillows. It didn’t matter that this was where he put his head at night, he needed to get some relief. He lined up his cock in the middle of the pillow, gripping both sides from the bottom to wrap around it before he started thrusting forward. Now that he had a better look at his cock, it might have grown a few inches in length. That was the least of his concerns though considering he was fucking his pillow as a sweaty mess and soaking it with the constant stream of pre that only felt like it was becoming greater in volume. 

Husk had to take a second to breathe after a moment. He put a paw to the pillow underneath his enlarged cock; every pawpad became damp and sticky with precum. 

His heart sank when he heard a knock on the door. Husk’s gaze shot to the door, wondering who it was that needed him at this very inopportune moment.

“Husk? You alright in there?” It was you.

Fuck.

In almost any other moment he would have been touched that you cared enough to check in on you, but now that he was completely unravelling and losing his mind? This was the worst time for any of this to happen.

He heard a rattling from outside the door – barely, over his own breathing and the sound of sound rushing from his brain to his dick. “You left a box of uh… pills out here.” 

A silence fell over the two of you, Husk assuming you found the note in there saying what the pills were for.

“Are you in heat, Husk?”

Husk slowed his breathing enough to respond in a shaky, gravelly voice. “Rut, doll. Don’t… don’t come in ‘ere.” He adjusted his posture to lean on the wall from the bed but his dick rubbed against the soggy pillow in just a way to force a moan from Husk’s throat.

“What if I wanna come in?” 

That left Husk in a bit of shock. No one had ever wanted anything to do with his ruts. Back when he was an overlord he always had to bribe people to help him with his heats. Plowing someone into a mattress for a day or two before handing them cash and kicking them out was the usual back in those days. After that, every partner he had was so averse to the idea of being with him when he was in rut. In a few cases it was the reason the relationship fell apart. 

But hearing that you wanted to come in? Even just wanting to be in the room with him? It threw him for a loop and put him into a silence for a minute as he weighed his options. If you walked in, would you leave him like everyone else did? Would you get too suspicious and break in if he didn’t let you in? There wasn’t any real way to be sure.

“There’s a uh… key. Key behind the room number.” He breathed heavily with each word as his brain used the last words inside of it. 

There was a small rattling from beyond the wall before the door slowly opened with a creak. You stood there, still in your clothes from dinner. The bright light of the hallway flooded into the dimly lit room that now stunk of sex and bodily fluids despite the only person who was in it being Husk. 

Your eyes grew wide as you quickly closed and locked the door behind you. You then walked over to the front of the bed, giving Husk a heart palpitation with how difficult it was to read your expression. He really didn’t know what you were thinking at this point.

That was the case until you climbed up onto the bed and put your face up to his dick. You pursed your lips and pushed them up to the underside of his dick, drinking up the liquid streaming out of his dick. Husk used the last bit of his brainpower to keep himself from shoving your mouth onto his dick. You ran your tongue up his dick, giving it a long, drawn out lick from the middle of his shaft to the top. Husk gasped before he could do anything about it. 

Husk’s gaze fell back down to yours. There was a mischievous glint in your eyes that made Husk go a little crazy. Husk couldn’t take this teasing any more, he needed to just fuck something.

With a grip that he knew he’d feel bad about using later Husk grabbed your shoulders. He gripped them, claws sinking into the skin there, and roughly turned you around. You sat right under him, his dick resting on your lower back, just above your ass. You felt his cock leaking onto your clothes; his warm pre soaked in under the fabric and onto your skin. His paws dropped to your hips, pulling the waist of your bottoms down. The quick motion revealed your bare ass, sending Husk into even more of a frenzy than he already was. He leaned down over you, his mouth lining up with the crook of your neck, as he pulled your bottoms full off. His boiling hot breath washed over your skin like a warm fireplace despite Husk’s ravenous demeanor.

He leaned back up from your neck and planted his large paws back onto your hips. His claws sank into you, keeping you in a vice grip that you would not be escaping any time soon. Husk lined up his cock with your hole, circling the tip around to coat the bottom of your ass with the clear liquid. 

The moan that tore out of you when Husk plunged his dick into you was music to his ears. He’d been reduced to his most carnal desires, only wanting his own pleasure and the pleasure of his mate. He pulled out, leaving only the head inside of you, and he shoved back in. Your entrance clenched around him, squeezing the life out of the cat.

Husk sped up his thrusts soon after they started, ramming into you with a ruthless pace. You bounced on his cock with your eyes closed shut; Husk figured this was the roughest fucking you’d ever recieved. He’d apologize later. For now, both of you were chasing your respective releases: You were bouncing on him as he fucked you senseless.

What felt like seconds later Husk felt like he was finally getting ready to cum. Even in this borderline feral state he managed to tell you. Or maybe warn you.

“Fuck- gonna-” He growled lowly at the building pressure in his groin. 

Husk closed his eyes and let out a yowl at the ceiling, not giving any sort of a shit how loud he was being. He felt his dick pulse inside of you; shot after shot of cum blasting into you – more than he’d ever come before. After a few ropes he looked down to see your belly slowly but surely growing. It wasn’t too noticeable, but it was certainly there.

Husk stopped counting how many times his dick throbbed to paint your insides white. He got to 20 or 21 before he gave up. You sounded like you’d orgasmed, but the cat was not able to pay attention to you when he finally got what he’d been chasing for so long. 

He slowly slipped his cock out of you, with a steady stream of precum and cum actually pouring out of you. It stained the sheets, but at this point he would probably need to get new sheets and set fire to these ones. Out of a sudden exhaustion he fell forward onto his stomach, coating it with his own cum to look you in the eyes on the bed.

“Prob’ly should’ve told you about this earlier” Husk’s eyes were half lidded. 

“I mean, you’re a cat. Kinda figured you went through something like this. Just didn’t know how I hadn’t seen it before. All makes sense now.”

It looked like you wanted to ask him something else, but Husk suddenly felt a burst of energy – a second wind – hit him. His eyes went wide again, blood rushing to his dick again.

It was fine that the entire place smelled awful. It was fine that you came home smelling like cigarette smoke every day. It was fine that some men would whistle in your direction what felt like every time you would turn your gaze somewhere. It was fine that the place was so poorly lit that you tripped at least 3 times a shift. Everything was fine.

Today you’d only tripped once which was probably on account of your shift only having started 30 minutes ago. Nothing of note had happened yet. One of your few regulars who you knew by name (and didn’t entirely hate) had come and gone, the shitty LED light on the back wall got unplugged, and that was it. 

That was until the next person to walk in came through. 

You didn’t know his name, but you recognized him as someone important. He seemingly recognized you as someone of interest with the way he shot a glare at you; it wasn’t a glare, you realized. His eyes dilated a little bit, pupils widening a bit as he sat down without looking away.

You knew this guy was not a regular here – there was no reason for a guy like this to be here. Was this guy here to kill someone? Was he here to kill your boss? You hoped that none of those possibilities were real. When you walked around the bar to head towards the booth he sat in you saw the light above him flicker. That light had been on its last legs for longer than you’d been here.

You reached the table, getting a better look at the man. The cat was very out of place here, dressed in a full black suit with a gold trim along the ends of the fabric in places. He was more heavyweight than you’d remembered. You noticed that his belly pressed into the table, something you only noticed with some of the more… hedonistic patrons. He filled out his spot in the booth comfortably, sinking into the leather with every movement making the material groan. 

He started talking before you were ready, “what’s a pretty thing like you doin’ in a place like this?”  You were stunned, and not in the normal “what an asshole” sort of way. A vibrant blush crept onto your face. “I- what?” 

“Doll, this is the first time I'm talkin’ to you and even I know this isn’t your style. ‘Little too ‘glory hole in the bathroom’ for someone who deserves to be treated right.” You weren’t sure how to take that – complement or insult – but you were willing to take it as a complement. “Oh yeah? You’re saying you’ll treat me right, kitty?” Banter always got you a nice boost in tips

A sly grin struck his face, “mhmm. ‘F you know who I am then you’ll know I can give you what you want.” 

Finally, you had a chance to figure out who this guy was. “Actually,” you trailed off, “No, I don't know who you are.” “Name’s Husk.”

One long blur of a car ride, city lights, and a few long hallways later you found yourself in a penthouse apartment. Husk opened the door into the place and held the door open for you. The lights inside were off, the lights of the city below flooding through the floor to ceiling windows on the other side of the room. 

You didn’t get a long look before the big cat had pushed you into the wall, his lips crashing into yours. Any sense of composure he had was once gone, now pressing into you to make out like his life depended on it. He breathed heavily into your mouth, his belly rising and falling against yours. You reciprocated, letting your mouth fall open to let his tongue into your open mouth. His large paws scrambled to find your hands, pushing them against the wall behind. He completely trapped you in place, not letting up for a moment. In a moment of seemingly impulsive decision making the cat brought his paws down to your waist, letting go of your hands as he went, and brought you closer to him. He took a step backwards, and then another. Before you realized it you were hurtling through a door into a dimly lit room and falling onto a bed. 

You weren’t sure how, but he ended up on top in the whole scuffle. His weight was tremendous on top of you. His belly pushed into your chest, making it a little hard to breathe. His thighs trapped your legs in, keeping them from moving with the sheer downward force. You pushed him to the right, trying to gesture for him to roll over without having to break the passionate kiss between the two of you. He got the message, and rolled to the side to let you on top of him. 

You felt like a kid in comparison to him. You did not feel like a kid, however, when you pulled away from him and tugged at the buttons on his shirt to get them off one by one. Every button felt like it was just a small move away from popping off. The fabric was tight over him before you got every button off, letting you get a view at his gut.

“Like what y’see kid?” He shook his hips to jiggle his belly a bit. 

That was all the invitation you needed; your head fell to the fur on his belly, chin resting on it. You leaned your head to the side to get a feel of his soft fur. Your hands rose to a spot just above, under the pillows that were his pecs. You flipped the fat up, exposing the fur under to your touch. The space under was a little moist, but that wasn’t a deterrent for you. Husk’s breathing was rhythmic, hitching a little when you went under his pecs. You felt his thick thighs twitching, threatening to move underneath you. You also certainly felt his cock under you, twitching and throbbing under the layers of fabric that separated you from his member. 

Husk’s pecs just looked so enticing; you couldn’t help but drool at the idea of teasing him even more. Your mouth just gravitated towards his left pec, wrapping it around his nipple and taking in as much as you could. Your left hand quickly went to his other pec, rubbing and pinching the already hardened nub on the other side. A loud moan tore out of Husk’s throat, a sign of this being the first time someone had gone down on him like this. 

Your tongue assaulted his nipple, tracing the areola in circles repeatedly. Saliva trickled out of the corners of your mouth. You probably looked like a mess – both of you– but it didn’t matter when you felt this good. You stopped teasing with your hand and brought both of them down to the sides of the cat’s belly. His fur felt so good under your hands earlier, so why’d the touching and feeling have to stop there?

Husk’s paws came down onto your head and his own belly, one hand pressing your head down onto him firmly and the other simply resting on his belly. The paw on your head threatened to close in, clenching your hair tightly, but he kept it relaxed. You could only imagine how painful it was to keep it that way.

You released the suction and scooted down, bringing your head down from his belly to hover above the waistband of his pants.

“F-fuck kid, yer killin’ me here,” he panted. The cat was out of breath, struggling to get anything out. You distinctly noticed that his thighs started moving and vibrating more once he finished talking and once you’d gotten off his belly. 

“Well,” you started with a crackly voice from not having spoken a ton, “you’re such a big boy, wanna make sure all of you gets the love y’deserve.” You looked up to lock eyes with the cat, his bright yellow sclera nearly covered by his dilated pupils. He was starting to sweat; this whole thing was starting to take a toll on him.

Your hands found themselves on his belt, quickly unfastening the leather and giving his thighs room to breathe. The fabric of his pants relaxed under your fingers once you threw the belt off and onto the bed. Husk took both of his paws, grabbed his waistband, and forced it down as far as he could. It was only a few inches, but it was the thought that counted (and the way his belly jiggled once he did.)

You brought his pants down to his ass, waiting until Husk eventually brought his hips up to let you get the pants fully off of him. When his hips rose up they brought his crotch up to your face, his clothed dick sitting just in front of your nose. You took a whiff of his delicious scent: cheap beer, cigar smoke, and whiskey. The sight of his thick cock and the smell of his crotch had you greedy for more.

You were going to wait, but you decided that you needed his boxers off now – you weren’t going to wait any longer. You popped his boxers down, sliding the elastic at the top down to let his dick 

pop out. It hit your hand before swinging back to the center. 

As much as you wanted to go right down onto it, you decided to savor everything around it. You pushed apart his thighs from each other, letting them breathe and letting you have full access to the fur on the inside. You went down his right thigh trailing kisses down the entire way. Your hands ended up at the top of his thigh, massaging his thick thighs. One of Husk’s paws came back to your head, pressing you down into the middle of his thigh. In response you brought your hands down to the sides around where your head was now stuck and fake bit his thigh, careful to not get any hair in your mouth. Husk groaned deeply as you did it. 

You forced your head up, Husk letting you up from the spot on his thigh. Whatever you had in mind for teasing his cock was out the window when you went up to and straight onto his dick. You almost dropped onto it, manually relaxing the muscles in your throat to take his entire member into your mouth. You stayed there for a moment, waiting for the loud moan from the cat to end. You couldn’t see much of his face from the other side of his belly, but you could tell he was yowling at the ceiling from the way his deep voice stopped projecting to you as well. While you were down there you noticed his thighs closed in on you, squeezing your shoulders in.

You pulled back up only to push back down, eliciting another moan out of the man under you. You did it again to receive the same response. You continued that cycle as you brought another hand up (awkwardly through the limited space you had to work with) to fondle his balls, scratching and petting at the fur situated there. Your breath was warm against his fur, which had gone a bit wet with sweat at the onslaught of pleasure thrown his way. 

You weren’t surprised (maybe it was a bit of ego) when Husk quickly stammered out that he was cumming. It was quick and rushed with a pet name loosely attached to the end, but almost immediately after he came down your throat. Warm cum shot down, only a little bit entered your throat. His cock throbbed deliciously in your mouth, forcing your jaws apart ever so slightly with each pulse, as his balls moved around in your hand. 

Adam was known as many things in heaven: the first man, a routine flirt, the funniest guy in heaven, and many other things. You knew him as the first dick.

You’d been working with Adam as his loyal assistant working on various projects around heaven. Planning events, infrastructure, and general goings on in the court of heaven. You spent nearly all of the time you spent working with him, and it was truly infuriating sometimes.

Sometimes he’d hit on you (which wasn’t anything special considering how much of a flirt he was at all times), sometimes he’d try to distract you while you were doing the work that he was supposed to be doing, sometimes he just disappeared. That last thing wasn’t too bad when it happened, but considering that you work for the guy it wasn't great.

You were working with Adam on planning a renovation for a park near the court of heaven. Despite literally being in heaven construction and renovation still happens – and needs to be planned for. Some things about this place have never made sense to you.

You were cooped up in you and Adam’s joint office, tucked away down a hallway in the court. It wasn’t really a joint office, though. It looked like it was, but Adam didn’t really stay for long. He only came in to grab you for something that was not what you wanted to do. There were two desks, Adam’s desk being a good bit bigger than yours (out of both ego and his taller stature), with their own sets of decorations. You kept your desk relatively tidy, making sure you could actually work there and get things done. Adam’s desk was a mess which realistically didn’t matter. Had you ever actually seen him sit and do anything productive there?

You were leaning over the big table in the middle of your desks. Papers were strewn about while you figured out the puzzle that was following the instructions of the court for what they wanted this park to be. It was much too small of a space to fit everything they wanted, but actually getting them to change their minds on something was probably more difficult than making it work no matter how absurd the challenge was. 

You heard a loud bang from the door on your right. You knew instantly that only one person would have any reason to come in. 

“‘Fucks up Y/N!?” He yelled rather loud as he came through the doorway. 

You sighed at the table, “Hi, Adam.” 

You were exaggerating a little bit. It didn’t ruin your day to see him, but you were preparing yourself for whatever conversation he was gonna have.

You looked to the right only to be greeted with the white cloak covering Adam’s chest. You looked up at him, mask still on his face, and saw a wide grin. “Watcha’ doin?” The way he said it like a 12 year old was a little bit endearing.

“Well I’m-” you started before being cut off.

“BOOOOORING! Y’gotta let loose a little – I see you working all the time.” That last phrase was accented by him banging on the table, across from you, with each syllable. A few papers flew off with the sudden motion. 

You didn’t hate the sentiment, but everything this guy said made him sound like a dick.

“Well I’ve been carrying this duo for the past 2 weeks. Do you even know what all of this stuff is?”

“Uh… no, but I know what could be on top of it-” 

“No!” You put your head in your hands out of sheer embarrassment, both first and secondhand. The way Adam said some of the dumbest things and most obvious attempts at innuendo on such a consistent basis with absolutely no shame was honestly admirable. You wished you could do what he did. 

“You’re telling me that you still don’t want-”

“No.” You were as stern as you could be towards the angelic frat boy. There was a certain charm to him that made it so you couldn’t completely shut him down, no matter how bad his attempts at hitting on you were.

He let out a defeated sigh as you straightened up. You grabbed your bag off of the table and pulled a folder out, grabbing a few specific papers off of the table. Some of the ones you needed fell to the floor with Adam’s banging on the table but you just wanted to get out of there. You’d been in your office throughout the entire morning and you were kind of done staring at papers for the day. 

Adam started talking again, a tinge of annoyance in his voice. “Seriously, Y/N? I make all of these fucking moves and you reject them – every time!” He walked around the desk to get in the way of your path out. “All I want’s a single kiss – just one. You should be honored to have me asking like this. I am the hottest guy around, and you-” 

“Really, Adam?” A grin slowly crept its way onto your face. He was acting like a child, but it wasn’t in an annoying way like how some of the other higher ups in heaven often were. You acted like you hated him – and don’t get it confused, Adam was unbearable sometimes, you knew more than anyone – but he was also funny. He was charismatic, confident, and he wasn’t that bad of a guy, really. 

That reflection made you soften a bit, not so bitter towards the angel who, in reality, you should have been a little annoyed with. You decided to entertain him, but you weren’t about to give him exactly what he wanted.

You took a step forward, now looking right up at the angel. His eyes narrowed through the mask, the yellow circles shrinking to semi-circles. You got up on your tippy toes while trying to keep your balance. It would be truly mortifying to fall over while teasing one of the most famous people in all of history. 

You brought your head up as far up as you could; your mouth barely reached his mouth. Kissing him on the mouth was a very tempting idea, but you wanted to do something that would really confuse him. 

You hopped on your toes once and planted a quick kiss onto his mask, about where his nose was. You felt a little bit of his nose from under the mask; the texture was similar to carbon fiber in the way the front slightly bent under the pressure, but it was the gesture that counted. 

The yellow circle of his mouth opened and stayed for a minute. His eyes were wide now in pure shock. Adam’s shoulder seemed to drop a little bit; his posture overall dropped from the tall confident stance he kept at all times. 

“Was that enough for you?” you asked, cocking your head to the side slightly as you questioned him. 

“I- well I, uhm,” he stammered, seemingly still in shock. He tried to steady his voice, “no, actually. I meant on the lips.” His voice wasn’t steady whatsoever, but you accepted his attempt at feigning confidence and discontent at your gesture.

You pulled the strap of your bag up around your neck, letting it rest on your side. “Sure it wasn’t. Maybe you’ll get what you want later.” 

There was only one place you went at night when you couldn’t fall asleep: the hotel’s bar.

It wasn’t because you wanted to get drunk, you felt it made it harder for you to fall asleep when you were drunk, but because of the man running it. Husk often found himself back down at the bar; he came down around 1 a.m every night to get a glass of Irish whiskey or scotch. You didn’t understand how it helped him considering he was always drinking but you never asked. 

You crept down the main stairs in the lobby, carefully avoiding the creaky stairs that you’d found through trial and error in previous nights. The moonlight filtered through the windows was the only real light you had, as Husk actually wasn’t down here tonight. Your heart sank a bit at the realization.

As you walked over to the bar, flicking on a light and pouring a basic beer into a glass (you didn’t want to attempt to mix a drink yourself with no bartending experience,) you thought about where you stood with the cat; you were friends, which was something you would never have thought would happen when you first interacted with him, but you felt something… closer? You didn’t know how to properly describe it, but it felt like there was something more than friendship between you two. You walked back around the bar and sat on a stool. The darkness was comforting in a way; you were the only person awake in hell. At least, that’s what it felt like.

“‘Coulda made yourself something nicer.” You nearly jumped at his voice piercing through the silence. You looked up and to the right at the source of the noise: Husk. Your shoulders dropped back down when you realized who it was.

“Well I’m not a master bartender like you are, so I played it safe.” You knew he hated when you called him a “master bartender,” but you did it to mess with him. 

“Ehh… ‘ts not that hard. Can’t give me much credit for that.” He got down the stairs and went behind the bar. You didn’t really know what he was making, both due to your lack of bartending experience and the darkness in the room.

Husk seemed to read your mind when he flipped the lights on behind the bar. They weren’t too bright, only casting a small glow around the immediate bar area. He finished making his drink, which you realized was just vodka in a glass, and walked back around the bar to the stool next to you. 

When he sat down he took a sip of his drink. There was no reaction, it looked like he was taking a sip of water. He put the glass back down and leaned over onto the bartop. His elbow fell onto the wood and he propped his head up with his paw. He just looked at you. There was a certain look in his eyes that you couldn’t make out; it was inquisitive, like he wanted to ask you 100 different questions at once, but he also looked like he was in awe. The biggest celebrity in hell was sitting right in front of him and he was going to take in every inch.

“How’d a pretty thing like you find yourself in hell?” His voice was silk, commanding an answer.

A breath quickly left your throat in surprise, “a pretty thing- what?” You really didn’t believe what he said. He’d never made a move on you before.

…at least, you thought he hadn’t.

“Ah forget it,” he said, pushing himself back off of the bar top. He took another swig of his drink. “Just an old drunk – forget I said anything.” He said it with a chuckle, like he thought what he said was completely silly.

But something about the way the lights from the bar fell onto his face made you think otherwise. The moonlight seemed to brighten, making the fur on Husk’s back glow. His golden eyes beamed with a light that only seemed to appear when he was around you. 

You felt like such an idiot. It was so clear what you two were, yet you refused to acknowledge it. You were tip-toeing around each other, seeing who would fall first; who would say it first: who would admit they were in love with the other first. 

Husk looked back up with an expression that could only be described as a very happy shock. He started to lean forward… You started to lean forward…

And you met in the middle, his head tilted to the side and both pairs of lips connected. His tongue stayed safely in his mouth, not prodding for anything more. He put on the perfect amount of pressure. This cat was very clearly an experienced kisser. Not that you hadn’t already known that from his late night rambling on his days as an overlord. His lips weren’t the smoothest, which you expected, but his breath tasted strongly of alcohol, smoke, and something distinct to Husk. 

As soon as it started, Husk pulled back. His pupils were dilated, large black circles now hiding most of the gold behind them. The white fur on his face had a red tint to them, which only made the old drunkard cat demon more endearing than you already found him.

You looked down into your lap trying to process what just happened. Out of the corner of your eye it looked like Husk was getting worried. Maybe he was worrying about whether you were ready for that. Maybe he’d pressured you into it. 

1 . a kiss on the cheek

2 . a kiss on the forehead (taken (by me bc I had an idea I liked), currently writing)

3 . a kiss between family members (taken, currently writing)

4 . a goodnight kiss 

5 . a kiss instigated by a dare (taken, currently writing)

6 . a kiss on an injury or bruise

7 . a morning after kiss

8 . a wedding night kiss

9. a first kiss (written)

10. a goodnight kiss

11. a good morning kiss

12. a surprise kiss

13. a ‘stolen’ kiss

14. a closed - mouth kiss

15. an open - mouth kiss

16. a kiss with a bite to their lip

17. an air kiss

18. a spiderman kiss

19. a kiss in the rain 

20. a single lip kiss

21. a kiss on the hand

22. a kiss on each finger

23. a kiss on the nose (written)

24. a kiss on the eyelid

25. a kiss on the shoulder

26. a kiss on the neck 

27. a kiss on the collarbone

28. a kiss on the chest 

29. a kiss on the hip

30. a kiss on the wrist 

31. a kiss over a muse’s insecurity

32. a kiss on the stomach 

33. a kiss on the back 

34. a kiss in the woods

35. a kiss at the beach 

36. a kiss at a haunted house

37. a kiss at a party

38. a new years kiss

39. a kiss at a restaurant

40. a kiss at the theatre

41. a kiss at the cinema

42. a kiss at home

43. a kiss outside at night

44. a kiss in the park

45. a kiss on our muses wedding day

46. a kiss to say goodbye

47. a kiss to instigate sex 

48. a kiss to comfort

49. a kiss while grieving (taken, currently writing)

50. a kiss while stargazing

51. a kiss on the navel (taken, currently writing)

52. a kiss on the inner thigh

53. a kiss between the legs

54. a kiss on the nipple / chest (taken, currently writing)

55. a kiss after orgasm

56. a kiss during sex

Husk regretted letting you talk him into this: you sitting under the desk while he did some gambling alongside his patrons.

The overlord would sometimes sit at the table with a hefty handful of chips he allocated himself and played various table games with the people who frequented the Magic Kat. Running games (and eventually taking people’s money) just wasn’t the same as throwing $1000 on the table and lying your ass off to win a nice pot. Husk wasn’t about to go to his competition and just hand them money, so this was his next best bet.

Before one of these sessions, though, you came up to him with an idea. You caught his attention the night before in his penthouse apartment. The two of you were in bed cuddling, your face buried in the fluffy fur on his side.

You chirped up in the comfortable silence, “Hey, kitty?”

He hummed curiously in response, picking up the glass of whiskey on the bedside and taking a small swig from it.

“‘Ve you ever seen porn of-” you started before you heard Husk choke on his drink momentarily. You stopped talking for a second as you looked up at his face. 

He regained his composure after a cough or two. “Who the fuck starts a conversation with that?!” His voice was elevated, seemingly out of sheer confusion. 

You shrugged your shoulders, face still buried for the most part in his fur, “my bad.” 

He took in a breath to fully bring himself back down from the shock, “now, what were you askin’?” He brought his arm up from your side to the top of your head, scratching your scalp in the exact way you loved. 

“‘Ve you seen porn of people who’re getting sucked off from under the desk? Weirdly popular genre of porn.”

“I have,” his voice now flattened. “You interested in it?”

You smiled into him. “Maybe a little. You still planning on going down ‘n playing yourself tomorrow?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed in affirmation. 

You didn’t go any further, but you were very happy to hear that.

It took a little bit of convincing of some of Husk’s staff, but you managed to get under the table without being seen. Seen, at least, outside that box; Someone who ran the floor Husk was playing at simply suggested that you get into a somewhat large box, let a worker bring it out to the table, and put it underneath all under the guise of storage for the demon running the table. It was such a ridiculously simple plan that you thought it would never work.

You needed to find that man and thank him personally.

You’d slipped out of the box with ease, making sure to make no noise or to avoid bumping into the table. The noise in the bustling casino was a bit muffled above you, you being under the table and whatnot, but you could easily hear Husk’s loud, cocky banter above you. 

You also got a whiff of his scent: tobacco, cinnamon, and what smelled like a keg of whiskey with how strongly he smelled of it. As you crawled closer you could smell more of his raw musk, and the smell of his cock. The smell alone had you salivating.

You needed to figure out how to initiate this without Husk freaking out and alerting everyone to your presence. Would pushing up the bottom of his pants be best? Maybe just push on his shoes, or something like that, to let him know something’s down here? 

You decided on giving a light tug to the hem of his pants; you brought your right hand to his left leg and gave the bottom a small tug, the fabric resisting against the force more than you thought it would.

Husk was already at the end of the sentence he’d just said, but he stopped suddenly at the motion.

You heard someone ask if he was alright. “Boss? Y’good?” 

The chair scooted back a tiny bit, and you saw more of the cat’s chest. You then saw his head peeking down at you. You could only see a sliver of him, his eyes, nose, and a small piece of his eyes, but as soon as you saw each other he gave a small smirk. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said. Husk scooted his chair back in, running his paw around the inside of his belt as you heard the sound of casino chips clinking around directly above you. He scooted further in, making sure that his entire lower half was difficult to see for passersby.

He gripped the end of the belt in his buckle and loosened it, letting it lay on top of it; it was a sign. A very inviting sign. You took the belt and fumbled with it for a minute, just letting the leather run through your hands, before you got it unfastened. You didn’t go any further than undoing the front; You were trying to stay somewhat secretive, and Husk’s belt suddenly going completely missing would potentially be noticed by the people sitting next to him. 

You unzipped the front of his dress pants as quietly as you could, essentially silently. Right after that, you fought with the button just above where the zipper was. You embarrassingly fought with it for 30 seconds or so before Husk himself brought his paws down and undid it himself. 

He seemed unfazed by all of this. His banter above the table kept going smoothly, it sounded like he’d been winning his hands, whether due to some sleight of hand or on natural luck and lying, and he didn’t sound like he was struggling to focus or anything similar. While you were focusing on his demeanor you got a strong whiff of the casino: smoke, alcohol, and a little bit of… musk? Maybe that was just from Husk.

You being able to smell him made sense considering that you’d already brought the front waistband of his pants down just enough to comfortably reach his boxers. His dick was hard, straining against the fabric of the garment; You could easily see the outline of it, begging you to escape. Who were you to deny? 

Normally you would tease him before you actually got all of his clothes off, but you weren’t about to waste any time for either of your sakes. 

You were practically salivating when you got his underwear down, letting his dick spring out of its prison. It was long and thick, emphasis on thick, as you remembered and loved. You gave the rod a long lick along the bottom, from base to head. As you reached the head Husk’s legs shifted. His legs went farther apart, he spread his legs more as a twitch ran through them. He tasted absolutely fucking amazing. You knew exactly how he tasted already, but something about the thrill of doing this in public made it taste even better. 

Your head came back up as someone to the side of Husk questioned why he was encroaching on his space under the table. “There’s a whole table ‘ere, y’don’t need to stomp on my feet!” It was friendly, but clearly a real annoyance. 

You barely heard how Husk replied, you were too fixated on thinking about what you were going to do next. They started another round up top, and you decided to directly screw with him mid round. You lined up your mouth with the head of his cock, waiting to hear Husk say something.

Once you heard something that sounded like game talk (or something like that), you made your move. You enveloped the head with your mouth, the warm embrace surrounding it quietly. You had to keep yourself from giggling when Husk sent his knee straight up into the table out of reflex, a loud, wooden thud in the air around you. Everyone at the table was taken aback at the sudden move. It was a cacophony of people saying “what the fuck!?” or questioning if he was okay.

He replied with a sudden gruffness in his voice: “yeah – shit – sorry.” You’d never heard such humility in his voice. Maybe he’d expected to handle this better.

You ran your tongue around the bottom of the head, slow and steady. You didn’t want to go down on him just yet; You only wanted to tease him enough to get him restless before you fully committed. 

You added some sucking into the routine; You tilted your head to the right for another angle to really start fighting for his attention. The new sensation was seemingly doing a number on him considering how his legs started physically shaking under the table. It didn’t hit the table or anyone on either side of him, but you could see it. It must have been visible on his face in some way gauging from the people playing with him.

“You okay? You’re acting a little weird,” you heard someone ask in a hushed tone.

“I’m fine,” he said in a stern tone, “js’tired.” 

You pulled back for a moment for them to back off and stop questioning him, but you didn’t wait too long before continuing at an even more intense rate. You went down onto his shaft. Slowly, you went inch by inch. Your mouth was filled now, his dick threatening to go down your throat. You would try to lock eyes with him, but he was probably too busy trying to not give anything away to others. 

You heard a low groan from the cat through the noise of the casino as his cock pulsed in your mouth. It throbbed hard and fast, pulsing quickly in your mouth as he began to move his groin under the table. He tried to hide his bottom half before moving lazily into your mouth. You heard a thump from directly above you.

Someone, you guessed the dealer, asked him a question based out of genuine concern. “You-”

“Just deal the fucking cards.” There was another thump from above at the start of that statement. His grinding grew rougher, now elevated from simply letting his dick pulse in you while he barely moved inside you to full-blown rutting into your mouth and down a part of your throat. It was quick and rough, there was no doubt that the others at this table realized what was going on. It probably wasn’t long before other people nearby caught on as well.

You weren’t sure if he was going to warn you before he came. Maybe he was holding onto the idea of secrecy at this point that was long gone by now. Warning or not you were getting ready for his release into your mouth. You just kept your mouth open, and there wasn’t much time to do anything else before-

“Nnnnhghh- fuck,” he whimpered. You heard a loud bang against the table, undoubtedly capturing the attention of the tables right next to you. His dick pulsed again, and out came a stream of his cum. Some of it hit your tongue, salty release a delectable reward for your hard work, but most of each pulse sprayed it down your throat. He bucked into your mouth with each pulse, riding out the orgasm. 

Eventually he stopped. He slipped his cock out of your mouth, a trail of what seemed like a mix of saliva, cum, and precum connected his member to your mouth. You leaned down a bit to see what he was doing, what he looked like.

His fur was now sweaty and matted. He wiped sweat off of his forehead and covered his eyes for a moment. Husk sat there for a minute, seemingly lost in thought and a sudden drowsiness. When he mentally returned to his body he put his pants back on, rebuckled his belt, and stood from his seat.

He projected his voice loud and clear, like he hadn’t just completely lost it due to you under the table.