#staticprincess

It's finally time to relax after what felt like the longest day of helping the guests of your Hazbin Hotel. Husk couldn't lead the afternoon therapy, so you singlehandedly led all of the group exercises that afternoon. Luckily, your boyfriend, Vox, was scheduled to arrive in Pentagram City tonight. He and the other Vees spent all week closing on a business deal in Imp City.

You make your way up to your room and notice that your door isn't fully shut. Slightly worried, you open the door slowly and take a peek inside. The lights are off but there's a faint glow by the couch. Candles. You watch as a figure in the distance lights another candle. A spark of electricity forms between their fingers, igniting the candle wick. The figure turns around and you see another glow: the familiar, comforting glow of a screen. "Vox," you gasp.

"There's my girl," Vox says as a smug grin appears across his face. He places the candle on the table and makes his way toward you. You see his suit jacket laying over the back of the couch. His sleeves are hiked up his forearms, shirt partially unbuttoned. "Come here. We made it back earlier than planned. I hope you don't mind my little surprise." He wraps an arm around you and leads you to the couch.

You notice all of the little candles set up and see the rose petals that he thoughtfully scattered around the area. "How did you--?" you start to ask, but he cuts you off with a wave of his hand.

"Doll, it doesn't matter how I got inside your room. All that matters is why." He sits the two of you on the couch and mutters under his breath, "Although, you could benefit from my latest VoxTex home security." With his arm around your shoulder, he pulls you on to his lap and plants a kiss on top of your head. He looks into your eyes. "I can tell that something has been bothering you lately." He starts to gently rub your upper back.

"Whaaat? Nooo, everything is just fine," your voice higher than normal. You break eye contact and lay your head on his chest. Your hand finds its way across his torso and holds onto his side.

Vox brings his other hand up to your back and starts kneading your shoulders. "Princess, you're so tense. Please…" his voice trails off as he focuses on a knot by your shoulder blade.

The sensation causes you to let out a whimper. "You've been away all week to secure that business deal you've been working on, and I've been helping so many sinners on their path to redemption." Your hand grabs at his shirt as you add with a quiet voice, "we're both doing so well."

Vox works his hands down your back towards your waist, gently but firmly kneading along the way. His hands rest on your waist, his thumbs rubbing into your sides. "Aw, did you miss me?" He tries to hide his smile. "Baby, I missed you so much, I had Ethan schedule in extra breaks just so I could call you and hear your voice. And Velvette? Oh, Velvette had to crop me out of her Sinstagram. She said I looked too grumpy halfway through the week. I still don't know what she meant by her rant to Val on the last day, but Val laughed when she called me a 'grumpy-looking chud,' and I don't think it was a good laugh!"

You can't help but let out a giggle at his frustration.

His face glows with a blush of cyan. "Oh come on, not you too!"

You lift your head off of his chest and kiss the side of your boyfriend's screen.

"Sweetheart, I promise no more business trips out of Pentagram City. Not without you by my side. If someone wants to negotiate with me, they'll have to come to Vee Tower! Ha! Anyone should feel honored to have a meeting with me there! I'll be able to spend time with you, and I won't have to sleep in an uncomfortable guest bed, and I won't have to hire a sitter for Shok.wav, and oh!" He gets a crazed look in his eyes. "And if the business deal doesn't work out, then they're all din-din for Shoky!"

"Babe…" you coax.

"Sorry, sorry." Vox gently squeezes your waist and lowers his tone. "Doll, you matter more to me than my work does." He starts adjusting on the couch, laying you down on your side and positioning himself to be the big spoon. He places his hand on the side of your face and kisses your lips. He brings his hand lower, squeezing your shoulder, then down your arm before sliding your hand into his, rubbing his thumb along the top of your hand. "It pales in comparison to you. Securing this business deal means nothing to me if my girlfriend won't tell me what's bothering her. I can feel how your body is still so tense. I would be flattered if it was all because you missed me, but I know there's something else. Tell me doll, what happened while I was gone?"

You squeeze his hand and try to assure him that nothing out of the ordinary happened. You tell him anecdotes of your past week. Angel wanted to enjoy his week without Val, so he offered to pay Husk and Cherri to keep Fat Nuggets' food bowl full. They agreed but Angel forgot to pay them, so Fat Nuggets ate a hole through the wall. Niffty was excited about that, because some rats climbed out of the wall and she got to take her knife and ended up covered in rat blood. Baxter thought it was a good look on her.

Vox's hand started wandering as he listened to you, but he wasn't convinced that any of this was the real issue. He cupped your breast through your shirt and began rubbing a claw in a circle around your bud. Starting to feel warm, you moved to unbutton the top of your shirt to relieve some of the heat, causing Vox to move his hand lower. He rests his hand on your lower belly and slips a claw under your waistband. You start to tell him about the newest sinners at the hotel. Several sinners have joined over the past month. Absentmindedly, he slides his hand down your panties and onto your mound. He slides a claw along your lips and then presses the length between them. Vox notices a slight hitch in your breath. He slides his thumb between your folds and onto your sensitive bump.

"Bullseye? I think his name is Bullseye. Anyway, he's the newest sinner here. He joined the hotel last week so you haven't met him yet." Vox's thumb presses down as he rubs circles into your bump. "Bulls-- ah! Bullseye has potential. There's a lot to-- mmph! There's a lot to work on, it's been a challenge for sure! But I think he can be redeemed." You pause to catch your breath. He slides a claw inside of you.

"Of course, princess. If he wants to be redeemed, he came to the right place." Vox is starting to understand that this sinner might be the cause of his girlfriend's stress. Keeping one claw inside of you, he uses his other hand and his mouth to pull your panties down. "Now tell me," he pauses to briefly suck on your sensitive bump. "How is Bullseye proving to be a challenge?" He slides a second claw inside of you. "What does he need to work on, doll?"

Vox begins to flick the tip of his long, blue tongue along your bundle of nerves. "B-bullseye isn't so bad!" You try to brush it off. "Ah! Mmph! He just needs to wait his turn during group exercises, and not throw food during lunch, and not yell, "Bullseye!" when the food lands on Fat Nuggets, and, and-- ahh!" Vox had already slipped a third claw inside. "Vox! Mmph!" You huffed as his digits curled.

Vox paused and reached for your hand. "Too much?" He waited for your reaction.

You took his hand in yours. "Maybe you're right, I do feel tense now that I think of it."

"Now that you think of Bullseye," Vox extrapolated.

"I-," you started before he gave you a stern look. Vox wasn't going to let you pretend that Bullseye wasn't affecting you.

"Do you want to continue? Please?" He slowly removed two of the three claws he had inside of you, carefully monitoring your face for any reaction.

"O-ok," you softly agree. You give his hand a squeeze before letting go and running your fingers along the side of his screen.

With the one claw still inside of you, Vox starts rubbing your inner walls. His other hand hooking under your knee to push your thighs further apart. He hovers his screen above your inner thigh and moves his hand so that his thumb is resting on your sensitive bump.

"Sweetheart, I know you've done a lot this week to help Bullseye on his path to redemption," Vox's warm breath on your soft skin causes your thigh to tremble. He pressed his thumb into your bump. "But has Bullseye done anything to show he's willing to improve?" His tongue laps at your inner thigh.

"Well, he's changed some babies and helped old ladies across the street. Isn't he sweet?" you cooed.

Vox chuckles against your thigh and plants a kiss before looking up at you. "I'll be the judge of that, doll." He gives your bundle of nerves one last rub before removing his hand and hovering his mouth over it. "For the next week, if he even lasts that long, I'm going to be with you by your side and observe him myself." He breathed over your sensitive bump. "Bullseye will need to put in the work to prove his potential, or else his run will be cancelled." His tongue met your sensitive bump before he engulfed it by his mouth.

Your breath hitched. You didn't want to turn your back on any sinners, but you couldn't let one sinner cause a disproportional amount of problems for your hotel. What if Bullseye was hindering other sinners on their own path to redemption?

Vox trailed his tongue down as he glanced up at you. Your eyes were shut tight. He slipped only the tip of his tongue inside as he gently grabbed your hand. You entwined your fingers into his, keeping your eyes shut. He plunged the length of his tongue inside, exploring your depths.

One week with Vox observing Bullseye couldn't be too bad. After all, your boyfriend would be by your side all week. But if Bullseye didn't improve, Vox might not be too forgiving.

You feel something familiar building up inside of you, pulling you out of your thoughts. Your fingers tighten around Vox's and your walls clamp down on his tongue. He looks up at you and you smile down at him. He groans into you and you're brought closer to your release.

"Fine. O-one week. Mmph! You can observe Bullseye by my side for one-- hah! For one week, but you will not kick him out. It's-- ah! It's my hotel, my rules. I make the final decision, understand?" You manage to lay out your terms as you gasp and moan, dangerously close to your release.

"Yes, doll. I understand completely. Trust me," he says as you feel waves of pleasure course through your body. You can hardly hear his words over the sound of your own pleasure.