husk x afab!reader. you're at the end of your rope; you haven't been able to sleep in three days and it's driving you insane. Laying in your bed staring at the ceiling for one more minute might kill you, so you drag yourself down into the staff lounge instead. And who do you find there but hell's favourite bartender, who might just be able to help. for @siempreminta. 1.4k.
prompt: I can't sleep. I've tried everything.
featuring: fluff, husk having inappropriate thoughts, references to sex.
Husk has a remarkable ability to take just about anything short of a surprise extermination in stride, sexual harassment from Hell’s favourite porn star notwithstanding. So, when you wandered dejectedly into the newly built staff lounge and flop down onto one of the sofas, he doesn’t ask what’s wrong. No, he goes on nursing the bottle he’s being swigging from, and it’s kind of exactly why you decided this was a safe change of scenery from your bed.
You bury your face deep in the sofa cushion and miss the way Husk’s ears perk up at your entrance, at the way the corner of his mouth twitches upward when you groan pathetically into the couch. He still takes the time to sling back another few mouthfuls of paint thinner and pour another few fingers of it into an actual glass before he abandons the bottle and rounds the bar, approaching you on quiet feet.
“You good, kid?”
You groan again, voice muffled by the couch. “…No.”
Husk finds himself caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement, and he raises a brow when you don’t elaborate. “Y’know, unburdenin’ yourself to the bartender only works if ya… actually talk. I’m guessin’ that’s why you’re in here since you ain’t much of a drinker.”
You tilt your head enough to peek up at him with one eye, and Husk trains his expression into one of casual disinterest. “C’mon. You don’t wanna hear another person complaining about shit you don’t wanna fix, Husk.”
The bartender shrugs a shoulder, taking a sip of his bourbon. “Might. Depends on the one complainin’.”
You feel a smile touch your lips despite yourself, and you turn your head back into the couch cushion to hide it. “It’s not nearly exciting as what you get from Angel—”
“Thank fuckin’ Christ,” Husk interrupts with a snort. He clears his throat awkwardly in the next moment, telling himself that that particular reaction was due to him being tired of hearing about crazy, occasionally violent sex and not because the idea of hearing about you fucking someone else made his gut twist uncomfortably in a way he didn’t like to think about. “I jus’ mean… there’s only so many stories you can hear about all the ways a sex swing can malfunction before ya wanna take a bullet to the frontal lobe.”
You snort, still not raising your head. “And now I’m suddenly glad I’ve never tried one.”
Husk closes his eyes for a moment against the sudden image that statement conjures in his mind. Pictures of you suspended, legs spread invitingly, level with his…
He quickly banishes the thought with a hasty mouthful of bourbon, letting the liquid linger in his throat long enough to burn. He coughs slightly before speaking, his voice rough. “So, you got my ear. An’ my curiosity. Might as well use it.”
You push yourself up, turning to sit properly on the couch. You give him a dry, teasing look, and he forces his eyes not to dip down to your chest when he notices you aren’t wearing a bra under the tank top you have on. Instead, he keeps his gaze trained determinedly on your face, and he instead takes in the deep circles under your eyes. “You know what they say about cats and curiosity, Husk.”
“Can it,” he retorts, and you let a soft giggle slip past your lips despite yourself. He raises an eyebrow at you expectantly. “C’mon, kid. Out with it.”
You heave a sigh.
“I can’t sleep,” you admit. “I’ve tried everything.”
“That’s it?”
You feel a self-deprecating smile touch your lips. Your whole face feels fuzzy, and even though your eyelids droop, you know they won’t stay closed long. “I’ve barely slept in three days. Like, two… maybe three hours, tops. And if I have to face one more morning of Charlie’s insane brand of positivity like this, I might pitch myself off the roof tomorrow.”
“That bad, huh?” Husk says, and you nod. Your bottom lip curls in a pout, and the bartender, bites the inside of his cheek at the sight of it. He finishes his drink, and without it, he feels awkward standing there in front of you. Without anything else to do, he sets the glass on the coffee table and takes a seat beside you. He leaves about a foot between the two of you, and Christ, is he aware of it. “I probably got a whiskey back there that’d knock you out for a few hours. Though the hangover might kill ya.”
You scoff a laugh, letting your head fall back against the top of the sofa. You stare up at the ceiling as you try in vain to suppress a yawn. “The sad thing is, I’m actually tempted.”
“Christ, things are fuckin’ dire,” he drawls. Husk hesitates for a long moment, his sympathy for you warring with every other part of him that was screaming ‘no’. But there was that fucking pout again, and something in that cold stone of a heart of his had him talking before he even realised he’d opened his mouth. “C’mere.”
Your eyes snap open, and you look at him, confused. “What?”
Husk’s jaw ticks, and he fights back the urge to rub a paw over his face. “I—” he sighs heavily. “It’s fuckin’ stupid… somethin’ about cats are supposed to help ya sleep. It’s bullshit, and I ain’t—”
“You’d do that for me?”
Husk stops short at the soft words, the surprise in your question. You almost sound… touched. He swallows, then nods. His wings stretch slightly before resettling behind him, and he lifts an arm awkwardly in invitation.
You dither for a moment, uncertain, before you shift, scooting yourself closer to his side. Husk wraps his arm tentatively around your shoulders and you sink into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Husk’s posture is stiff at that first contact, but he feels you sigh as you sink into his soft fur, and he forces himself to relax. He exhales, long and slow, and you shift, tucking your cheek against his chest. You raise a hand cautiously, tentatively wrapping an arm around him, your hand resting on his stomach. You feel him twitch under the touch, and you move to withdraw your touch, an apology blooming on your lips.
“No,” Husk says softly, his paw catching your hand before you can pull it away. His hand eclipses yours, and he leads it back to the soft fur of his stomach. “’s okay… whole point is that you’re comfortable.”
“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be,” you mutter.
Husk clears his throat as he feels your fingers curl in the fur there. Your nails just barely graze his stomach, and he closes his eyes at the touch, trying to ignore the heat it sends swirling through his belly, up into his chest, the back of his neck. “’m fine.”
As if to prove his point, a soft, rumbling purr sounds in his chest, just below your ear, and Husk swallows back a blush. You raise your head, eyes wide with disbelief. “Are you—”
“Don’t,” Husk says, embarrassed. “For the sake of the one fuckin’ crumb of pride I got left…”
You giggle, resting your head on his chest again. Your fingers start that slow rub of his fur again, and the purring grows louder. You close your eyes, and Husk tightens his arm around you slightly. “’kay.”
There’s a long, quiet stretch between the two of you, where you’re lulled by the beat of his heart and the rumbling in his chest. Husk lets his own eyes close, turns his head to rest his chin against the crown of your head. You’re so warm against him, and your fingers continue their slow caress against his stomach. He can feel them pause, then start again; it’s as though the further you drift from consciousness you keep restarting, as though you want to be touching him this way. You shift slightly against him, burying your face deeper into his chest.
“…Is this helpin’?” he murmurs, so quietly. “Or am I makin’ a fool of myself for nothin’?”
You don’t answer, your breathing deep and even as you finally sleep.
"Bit of both, then."
Husk allows himself a small smile and, ignoring every part of him that says he shouldn’t, presses a soft, fleeting kiss to your brow before he too, closes his eyes.
it's 4am but tomorrow morning i wanna try and break the writers block/slump i've been in
anyone with an idea for a husk x gn/masc reader smut fic with the cat being a pervy old man please slip them into my askbox and i'll gladly try and write them :)
God, he has hyped this up for weeks in his mind. He's thought about it so much. Imagined that warm, wet squeeze that his paws can never get quite right.
And then he finally gets inside and his thrusts are so sloppy and uncoordinated. It only takes a few and he's cumming. Buried deep inside.
It startles an embarrassed laugh out of him. His bad for getting himself so worked up and then it was even better than he could've imagined. Who can blame him?
Don’t worry, he can make it up in so many different ways.
husk x afab/fem reader. during a high-stakes game, the pride ring's favourite gambling overlord decides to remind the other players who the eye-candy belongs to. for @shisaru. 1.9k
prompt: go on, fuck yourself on my cock.
featuring: smut, husk being kinda sleazy, overlord!husk, exhibitionism, soul chains, handjobs, lap-riding, vaginal sex, a silk dress teasing hard nipples.
The acrid tang of cigar smoke blends with high-end cologne and top-shelf whiskey in a familiar, intoxicating caress to your senses. The lure of an open, expectant hand urges you away from the bar and towards the table, and more than a couple players let their eyes slip from the cards in their hands to follow your approach, the way the red silk your boss selected drapes over your hips and legs, hugs your breasts. The burn of Tanqueray and Aperol in your stomach makes your head buzz.
Your Overlord lets a lecherous, approving smirk play over his lips, and it widens when you slide your hand into his paw. He tugs you possessively into his spread lap, the high-slit in the skirt of your dress falling open to flash bare skin. Husk claims the smooth expanse of your thigh, claws curling into the flesh of it.
It makes you shiver, as does the way his mouth finds your throat. You’re not the first to be called to the table by a player, but this is Husk’s House, and none of the players had been allowed to keep his playthings long. You can feel hungry, jealous eyes on you as the Overlord’s teeth graze your pulse point, and he snickers into your neck when your breath catches.
He’s had more than a few drinks, and even more good hands, and he’s riding a high of a good night at the tables. It makes you just as giddy, the eagerness in his touch, fuelled by his high-rolling and the eyes eating you both up. His paw slips up between your legs, and you let a soft moan slip from between your lips as he palms your bare cunt. You’ve never been allowed to wear underwear on the casino floor, and it thrills you every time, knowing he can touch you like this on a whim.
“I see you watchin’, Cal,” you can hear the smirk in Husk’s voice, and he lets the sharp points of his teeth score red lines against your collarbone. The move makes the strap of your dress slip down from your shoulder, further revealing the heavy swell of your breast. It falls lower as Husk lets his mouth linger there, the silk so low the dusky edge of your areola peeks out. Your nipples tighten under his attention, hard under the teasingly soft fabric. “You hopin’ for a taste?”
The sinner to your left swallows heavily, hesitates long enough to let his eyes linger on your half-revealed chest, on the way the Overlord’s hand is still buried possessively between your legs. Cal shakes his head, a little too hurried.
Husk arches a brow, his tone turning to steel. “You don’t think she’s good enough for you, Cal?”
Panic twists the sinner’s face as Husk leaves him to flounder for the right answer, the smirk on his face widening as he curls his fist in your hair and brings your mouth to his. He hums into your mouth as you lean into him, grinding your hips eagerly into his hand. You’re vaguely aware of the way the collective breath of the room catches, deepens unsteadily, and you can feel the burning sensation of eyes drinking you in.
Husk breaks the kiss by tightening his fist in your hair and tugging your head back. His lips touch the edge of your jaw, breath hot on your neck, and he says loud enough for the others to hear, “You gonna be a good girl for daddy?”
You nod immediately, humming an eager, “Mm-hmm.”
He grins, sharp-toothed, as he brings your hand down between his legs. His cock is achingly hard beneath your touch, and a growl rolls in the back of his throat when you squeeze him through expensive fabric that teases against the barbs of his cock.
“Then show ‘em what they’re missin’, doll.” he tells you. He kisses the side of your throat, golden eyes predatory as they settle on the players across from the two of you. His grin is lecherous, bordering on cruel. “You boys playin’ another hand, or what?”
The sound of cards shuffling is mixed with the sound of you fumbling with the Overlord’s belt, and Husk He wraps one arm possessively around your waist, the other reaching over your lap to pick up his cards. You don’t care to follow the game; you wrap your fingers excitedly around the base of his cock, and Husk groans quietly as you begin to stroke him slowly.
Husk’s cock hardens further under your touch, and you hear a player whine jealously when you suck your fingers for a long moment to coat them in saliva. You bring your soaked fingers back to his cock, slickening the length of him. He lets out a soft, strung chuckle at the feeling of it, tossing a couple of chips into the middle of the table.
You bring your mouth to the side of his neck, his jaw, blunt teeth teasing over his pulse point as you stroke him. You can feel the soft vibration of his groan under your lips, feel his claws tighten on your hip enough that pinpricks on pain break through the silk of your dress. You know better than to bring his mouth to yours, to drag his attention away from the table completely, or to pay too much attention to the most sensitive spots at the base of his ears, but you content yourself with his throat, his jaw, his cheek.
He thrusts up into your grip as he tosses his cards onto the table, his grin downright wolfish. He turns his head, and you hum happily when he kisses you, all tongue and teeth and claiming. He pulls away, nips at your neck before he nods towards the table. “Do me a favour, doll, an’ collect my winnin’s.”
Flushed with arousal, you do as he says, leaning over the table to collect the chips from the middle. Leaning over it makes your dress fall lower, the silk barely covering your nipples, and heat floods through you further as four sets of hungry eyes stick there. You whimper as Husk’s large paws take hold of your hips, and your breath catches in a low moan that’s halfway to surprise when he pulls you back and slides his cock up against your pussy. He thrusts up against you, teasing his barbs over your clit, and your eyes roll back behind fluttering lids.
The players watch hungrily the way your lips part with a heavy breath, the way your cheeks flush. A weight blooms around your neck as you sink back on Husk’s cock; the familiar sensation of the glowing, burnished gold chains the collar you to the Overlord behind you as you take him inside you.
The dual sensations make a shudder roll through your back, because the physical reminder of who you belong to isn’t for you. It’s for them.
“Go on, pet. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
You fuck yourself back onto his cock eagerly, rolling your hips both for the benefit of his view and so the barbs of his cock send sparks up into the small of your back. Heat floods through you, your fingers clutching at the edge of the table. Husk raises a brow at the other players over your shoulder, claws biting into the meat of your thighs, your hips.
New cards are dealt and Husk chuckles in the back of his throat as you manage to pass his hand back to him without breaking pace. He rewards you by thrusting up into you, and your eyes roll back at the way he bottoms out inside you. The hand he has on your hip slides up over your back to grip the top of your dress and he pulls, his claws shredding through the fabric. You shiver as the barely-there silk slides free from your breasts, leaving your nipples tight and hard and bare to their collective gaze.
You moan aloud, voice rough and reedy, breasts bouncing with each push back of your hips. Your cunt is slick and tight and quivers around the Overlord’s cock, and the wet sound of you taking him in overpowers the sounds of the half-forgotten game. They’re attempting to hold onto the pretence that the game can continue, but more than one of them have their hands under the table. Their breaths are shaking and uneven, heated eyes glazed with desire for you, for your body, for your cunt.
Husk wraps his paw around your hip and pulls you back against him. The new angle makes you gasp and moan, your eyes rolling back. He bounces you on his lap, burying his teeth in your shoulder. His chains are warm against your bare skin, settling between your breasts, and Husk claims one of them, squeezing the soft flesh with sharp claws.
“Please,” you whimper into his ear as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. Your whole body is on display for them, the long line of your plush curves bouncing on his lap. Part of you aches for more touch, for your Overlord to invite the others to take a taste, to grab and grope and squeeze at your hips, your thighs, your breasts. But the rest of you thrills at the possessiveness, and your hand slips between your spread thighs to roll fingers over your clit. “Please, sir… fuck…”
“Such a good pet,” Husk growls against your throat. There’s the softest of purrs that echoes under his voice; something he’d kill anyone else for hearing. But for you… fuck, its such a pretty sound… “Gonna make such a mess, aren’t ya, baby?”
Baby.
He never calls you that in public. That’s always reserved for moments locked away in the penthouse or in an otherwise empty backroom, where no one can hear anything that could suggest an actual affection for you. But here, breathed in your ear, barely a whisper, fuck, it’s enough to bring you over the edge.
You’re blissed out and fuck-drunk by the time you cum, hair hanging in a mess around your shoulders as your cum soaks the Overlord’s lap. The other players are touching themselves openly; one is rutting himself against the table, and your moans have reached a pitch you’re sure can be heard by the staff outside.
When Husk spills himself into you it’s with a possessive, hungry groan, a growl that makes your whole body shiver. There are claw marks on your waist, your hips and thighs, and you can feel his cum oozing out of you as you grind yourself slowly over his lap. He chuckles through gritted teeth at the feeling of it, over-sensitive, and rewards your audacity by grabbing a fistful of your hair and jerking your head back.
Your breath catches in a whine, his cold nose brushing against the underside of your jaw.
“Don’t forget your place now, pet.” he tells you, his tone teasing, as close to affectionate as he’d allow in front of guests. “Go clean yourself up; Daddy’s gonna finish this hand and then that mouth of yours will do the same for him, okay?”
“Yes, sir.” you nod, thighs shaking as you brace your hands on the chair to push yourself out of his lap. Even feeling his softening cock sliding out of you is enough to make you moan again, and Husk grins, reaching up to squeeze tauntingly at your breast.
husk x afab!reader. I started writing this months and months ago for @irkimatsu and I've been wrestling with writer's block ever since. but hopefully it's worth the wait.
you orchestrate a romantic night in for your favourite bartender. candles, soft pillows, great sex... what else could he ask for? 3.7k
featuring: smut, oral sex (husk and reader receiving), anal play, vaginal sex, romance, overstimulation, and rogue husk self-esteem issues.
“Psst.”
Husk’s ears flick upward from where they’re moodily pressed, his attention following a second later to where you’re crouching at the top of the main stairs to the Hotel lobby. The shifting lights of torches and candlelight catch the way he raises his brow as you when you crook a finger at him invitingly.
A power surge thanks to the ongoing feud between the resident radio demon and his flat-screened foe had wiped out all the power on this side of Pentagram City almost an hour ago, and while Charlie had initially attempted in vain to try and use it as a rallying point for the guests to do some ‘quality’ bonding, she’d quickly lost the battle when Angel had declared it a sign that he needed to actually sleep off his latest hangover.
Husk slips out from behind the bar with a cautious glance towards the Hotel’s proprietor – who is currently dashing about the lobby with armfuls of candles babbling reassurances to herself while Niffty follows, cackling, with a lit match in hand.
“What’re you up to?” Husk mutters as he joins you at the top of the stairs and you straighten up again.
“Shh,” you hush him teasingly, grabbing hold of his wrist and tugging him further into the hall. “Mischief.”
“Why ain’t I surprised?” he says, amused. Still, he doesn’t put up a fight as you pull him down the hall and into a barely visible alcove you find by the use of your phone’s torch. You back into it, pulling him gently after you as your back meets the wall. Husk casts a wary glance over his shoulder. “I don’t know if this is the smartest place for…”
“It’s okay,” you assure him with a smile, sliding your hands up his shoulders to his neck, letting your fingers curl in the fur there. The two of you have been hiding this continued tryst between the two of you for the better part of three months now, and while Husk never seemed to deny you, his nerves over Alastor discovering the connection between the two of you still gave him pause. “Vaggie’s still mid-curse out on Al up in his room, trying to get him to fix the lights. We’re safe.”
You feel him relax and he lets you pull him into a kiss, your hands continuing up to card fingers through the satin-soft fur of his cheeks. Husk kisses you headily, pressing himself up against your body. The large expanse of his paws take hold of your waist, warm and wonderfully familiar against your curves. His body moves flush against yours, a soft groan muffled against your lips as your fingers find the base of his ears.
“Cheeky…” he mumbles into your kiss with a smile, suckling for a moment on your bottom lip before sliding his tongue into your mouth. His wings curve around the two of you, locking you further into his embrace in the darkness.
“Just you wait,” you tell him teasingly when you break away. You drop a kiss on the tip of his nose before slipping past him, wrapping your hand around his paw. “You ain’t seen nothing, yet.”
“Christ,” Husk chuckles even as he lets you lead him down the hall, guided by your phone light. He, on the other hand, has no issue seeing in the dark, and catches hold of your waist to tug you out of the way as a couple of Egg Bois go stumbling past blindly. He raises a brow as you guide him away from either of your rooms and instead down a rarely used hallway in the eastern side of the Hotel. “Where the hell’re you takin’ me?”
You don’t answer right away, instead waiting until you reach one of the empty rooms towards the end of the hall. You turn to face him, holding up and shaking a set of keys you’d swiped from Vaggie’s collection. Husk laughs, and when you turn back around to fumble with the lock, he wraps him arms around your middle, kisses the side of your throat.
“Darlin’… have you been schemin’?” his voice comes as a teasing rumble, his breath tickling and warm against your neck.
“Mmm… maybe.” you smile as you get the door unlocked, feeling Husk’s paws travel lower, ghosting along the waistband of your pants.
“And you were hopin’ to fool around on a big pile’a…” he breaks off – and away from your neck - as he takes in the room in front of him.
While it’s dressed down like every other unoccupied room in the Hotel, with a bland comforter on the bed and minimal décor, the room is spotless. And instead of being stuck in the same darkness as the hall, candles have set it aglow with warm, flickering light.
“Dust…?” he says, then huffs a disbelieving laugh. “There ain’t no way you’ve got this done since the lights went out.”
“I did the candles…” you smile, turning to face him and backing slowly into the room. The bartender follows you automatically, closing the door behind him, and as it always does, a little thrill goes through you when you hear the lock click. “The rest? Well, maybe I suggested to Niffty last week that this side of the Hotel was starting to look a little worse for wear.”
“Uh-huh.” Husk deadpans, amusement and intrigue playing on his features. “An’ how exactly did ya know there was gonna be a blackout tonight?”
“I didn’t, really,” you tell him, a shudder of anticipation running along your spine as Husk stops barely more than a foot in front of you, still feigning this casual air. Still, his tail switches slowly back and forth, and the gold glow of his eyes burns into you. And suddenly you’re almost completely certain that one of the most gorgeous things you’re ever going to see is Husk’s eyes in candlelight. “But… I was maybe talking about the event tonight with Angel and might have made a point of saying that it sounded like a huge deal for the Vees for it to go well… in front of Al.”
Husk chuckles, shaking his head as he takes hold of your hip and tugs you into him. “Evil little mastermind, you are, doll.”
You laugh as he pushes you back onto the bed, your hands coming up to meet his chest as he covers your body with his. You smooth your hand up through the downy fur there, fingers slipping under his suspender and pushing it gently off of his shoulder. “That a problem?”
Husk smirks, that wandering paw slipping over your thigh to ghost up between your legs. You gasp, fingers clenching in his fur in a way that makes him chuckles, his paw continuing its idle journey upward. “Princess might have an issue with it.”
“Mmm…” you hum as though seriously considering his words. His claws graze the curve of your breast, just hard enough for you to feel it harden your nipple through your clothes. You push his suspender further down his arm, and he releases you only long enough for you to free him from it. “And you, Husk?”
Husk’s smile widens, his expression soft and his eyes heavy-lidded. “I think I can live with it.”
He kisses you, soft but wonderfully insistent, his tongue meeting yours as his paw slides up to cup the side of your throat, his thumb claw caressing your cheek. You lean up into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Husk groans lightly against your lips as your fingers find the base of his ear, and you scratch your nails through the fur there, tracing along the sensitive edge of it until it flicks.
Husk’s tail waves behind him, his wings stretching out and shuddering closed again as you squeeze your thighs around his waist. Grinding up against him wantonly, you feel your breath catch in your throat as Husk breaks away from your mouth to dust kisses over the side of your neck. He lets his teeth graze your pulse point, leaving the skin there marked with tracks of red as blood wells beneath the surface and you can feel his breath, hot and eager and needy against your skin as you roll your hips up into his.
“Husk…”
“Addictive little piece, you are,” he mutters into your flesh, barbed tongue teasing over the mark he’s just left on your collarbone. He rests his weight back on his knees so he can run his paws up your sides and up to squeeze your breasts. His smirk twitches wider as you whimper, his claws gliding teasingly over your nipples through your shirt. “Fuck, you could bring a man right to his knees.”
Husk kisses his way down your chest, claws tickling at your ribs as he tugs your shirt up and inhales the scent of your skin, his cold nose pressed just above the waistband of your jeans. He lingers there, kissing your navel, sinking his teeth tauntingly into your hip. He chuckles in the back of his throat as you jerk up against him and fumble eagerly with the fastenings of your pants. Husk bats your hands away, tsking quietly as he shakes his head.
“Patience, doll. I got you.”
“Get me faster,” you urge, and Husk laughs, punishing your impatience with another biting nip to your other hip. Your breath catches in a hiss, and Husk grins against your skin as you hurriedly tug your shirt off over your head and toss it aside. Still, he wraps his arms around your thighs and smirks up at you as he drags you down to the edge of the mattress.
You laugh as he does, and Husk leans over you to kiss you once more before settling on his knees. He watches, amused, as you fumble with the fastenings of your jeans, but he tugs them down and rewards you this time with an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh, just above the knee.
“You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t ya, baby?” he croons, moving to press another infuriatingly sweet kiss to the inside of your other leg, a few inches higher than before. You whine, nodding your head, hips rising slightly in response to his touch. Husk chuckles, deep in his throat. He slides one clawed paw down over your stomach, the sharp points catching slightly in your underwear as he smooths the heart-shaped pad down to your hip. “That’s a good pet.”
The gambler takes his time, mapping out a slow journey of tender kisses up the insides of your thighs that makes you whimper and bite your lip. Your hands fist in the sheets beneath you in an attempt to help you behave, but you still can’t help the little gasp that escapes you when you feel the warmth of his breath fan out against your barely-clothed cunt.
“Look at you,” he coos, voice all honey and whiskey. “Look at how wet you are for me…”
Husk presses his nose against your cunt, inhaling the scent of you deeply. Your panties are damp with your arousal, and you whine as Husk’s barbed tongue catches against the soft cotton. He laps teasingly between your legs, soaking the fabric further, whiskers tickling your inner thighs.
When he catches your underwear with his teeth and tugs it away to swipe his tongue over your clit, you buck up with a broken moan, and he laughs quietly into your cunt. He works you apart so slowly, smiling into your skin as he takes hold of your hips and guides you into grinding up against his mouth. His tongue is rough and warm, a drug you can’t imagine ever getting clean from. Husk’s claws prick at the flesh of your thighs, the meat of your hips, and it urges you on, chasing that addictive high that is building so steadily inside you. Heat floods through you, settling in your belly and making your eyes roll back.
Husk purrs, rough and hungry and loud into your pussy and you moan, the vibration of it making your whole body seize up. Your torso curls, your feet digging into his shoulders as you cum against his tongue. Husk groans into you as he tastes your release, parting only to press a biting kiss to your inner thigh before he’s eating you again.
“Fuck, Husk…” you choke out, and he responds with a predatory flick of his tail and a shudder of his wings. Your toes knead into the base of his wings and it’s his turn to moan, the sound deep and muffled against your flesh. “Fuck… God, don’t fucking stop… good kitty…”
He hums into you, purring doubles, and you cum again in minutes, hand coming up to squeeze your breasts. You pinch your nipples and he rewards you by sliding his tongue into you, lapping at your sweetness like he’s starving. You can feel his purring inside you and when he rolls the pad of his thumb against your clit you feel tears burning in the corners of your eyes.
“Fuuuuuck…”
His arms wrapping greedily around your thighs to spread his claws over your ass, forcing your cunt up against his demanding mouth as he returns his tongue to your clit. Husk groans, low and long and needy against you, his back arching fluidly as though he’s desperate to press himself further between your legs. He pushes you further up into his mouth, forcing your weight onto your shoulders, and your arm trails up over the bed, clinging at a fistful of the comforter.
“Hu—Husk… fu—” you pant, eyes rolled back behind your lids. “This is—hunh—su-supposed to be about you…”
Husk snickers against your clit, hot breath and rough tongue. His lips brush against your mons in a chaste kiss, his voice muffled by your quivering, sensitive flesh. “An’ you think I ain’t enjoyin’ myself here, doll?”
“Not the—” you take a shuddering breath, exhaling a laugh. “Not the point.”
“Isn’t it?” Husk grins, flicking his tongue teasingly over your clit and watching you twitch in response. He rests an elbow on the mattress beside your thigh, his cheek in his palm. “Did you have somethin’ else in mind?”
“A few things,” you reply, reaching down to wrap your fingers around the suspender still on his shoulder. You tug insistently and Husk relents, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest as he crawls up your body and brings his mouth to yours. You can taste yourself on his mouth, and you moan into his kiss as he presses his thigh up between your legs. You grind obediently, needily, against it, and Husk sighs into your mouth as you fist fingers in the fur behind his ears. You roll the two of you over, straddling his waist, and the bartender groans when you grind down against him. “What do you want me to do first?”
Husk watches you through hooded eyes, and despite the cockiness in his gaze, his breathing shudders, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. He smooths a paw up over your thigh, thumb dipping down along the sensitive inner flesh. “What you got in mind, pet?”
You smile, running fingers teasingly through the fur of his stomach. “Are you leaving it up to me this time, daddy? You feel like taking a gamble?”
Husk laughs, pulling you down into another kiss before letting you slide down his body. It’s your turn to settle on your knees in front of the bed, and Husk pushes himself up on his elbows to watch you as you run your hands up over his legs. His tail flicks back and forth between his ankles, tickling at your thighs.
You unfasten his fly without ceremony, but you hold his gaze as you wrap your fingers around his cock. A soft growl rumbles in the back of Husk’s throat, and it deepens into a moan when you take him into your mouth. “Christ, your mouth…”
You hum happily around him, hollowing your cheeks and sucking as you pull back. He presses up into your mouth when you circle your tongue around the head, run your tongue over the barbs that are stiffening along the underside of his cock. You can taste the sweet salt of his precum already, and it makes drool pool under your tongue.
Pumping the bartender with your hand, you suckle at the head of him, spreading the mixture of your spit and his excitement along the length of him, slickening him and your hand.
“That’s it, baby…” he mutters, voice all velvet and smoke. “Oh, baby, you spoil me… fuck…”
Your other hand unclips his suspenders from his waistband, tugs at his slacks. The bartender lifts his hips obediently, lets you draw them down his thighs, and he moans when you take a spit-and-cum slickened finger and press it slowly inside him. Husk arches his back as you fuck him with your finger and your mouth, the head of his cock meeting the back of your throat each time your finger strokes that sweet spot inside him. He purrs, a chainsaw rumble, his head falling back on a limp neck. His wings flutter, half trapped under his back, feathers slipping free to the mattress.
One paw finds your hair, slides claws through the locks, and you moan around him when he pulls. You slide another finger into him and Husk grins himself onto them, thrusting himself up into your mouth. Every thrust fucks him on your fingers and you hum, wriggling your tongue against his barbs.
“Fu—fuck—” Husk’s claws tighten in your hair, his thigh tense and twitching under your other palm. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna—fu— haaahh—”
He lets out a noise somewhere between a whine and a groan as you pull back, releasing him from your mouth with a pop. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and squeeze, pumping your fingers slowly inside him for a moment longer before withdrawing.
“Ohhh, you tease…” Husk exhales shakily, letting himself collapse back onto the mattress.
You giggle in response, keeping your grip on him as you rise, slowly straddling his lap. A soft whine plays in the back of his throat as you stoke him, sliding your slippery cunt up against him. Your breath catches at the way his barbs tickle at your clit, the head of his cock teases at your entrance. “You need a minute, old man? We can take a break, maybe play some checkers if you need to take a—”
Husk growls, and you let out a shriek of surprised laughter as he takes hold of you and throws you down on the bed. “Mouthy little shit.”
Your laughter is silenced with his kiss, his tongue pushing demandingly into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck, and his wings flare out, the way they flap extinguishing the nearest candles with their breeze. Husk presses himself between your thighs, his entire body flush with yours. When he fucks himself into you it’s in one, hard thrust, and the two of you moan into each other’s mouths.
He’s always so good inside you, that sweet, stretching burn that makes your eyes roll back in your skull. Despite that first, brutal thrust, Husk takes up a slow, slow pace, rolling his hips into yours so that with every move he slides almost all the way out of you before pressing all the way back in. He lingers each time, savouring the feeling of you tight and wet and warm around him.
Husk presses his forehead against your cheek, his breath tickling your throat before his lips do, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses over your pulse point. You tangle your fingers in the fur behind his ear, hold him there, your breath catching as he sucks a mark into your skin.
“So beautiful…” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, your chin. He catches your mouth with his again, hums against your lips. “So fuckin’ lovely…”
“Feel so good, baby…” you whisper, taking your turn to dust kisses over the bartender’s face.
“What does?” his voice is barely more than a whisper. “Tell me, baby.”
“You do,” you whimper as he rewards you by slipping a paw between you to tease your clit. “Fuck, you feel so good in… inside me… Husk…”
The way he fucks you is agonising; he’s bringing you back to the edge so slowly, every thrust sending sparks into the very middle of your gut. When your eyes close he touches your cheek, and you whine at the loss of sensation on your clit.
Husk tilts your chin up with a gentle claw beneath it, bumping his nose against yours. “No, no, baby… c’mon. Eyes on me.”
Your brow creases, caught on the way he feels, and he brushes his lips over yours.
“Please, baby,” he murmurs, his voice shaking with need, with near-release. “Keep your eyes on me.”
You open your eyes to meet the burnt gold of his, arching up against him as he returns his touch to your clit. He’s panting, breath uneven, and you can tell he’s holding out for you.
“Cum for me, Husk,” you urge him, taking his face in your hands. Husk moans, burying himself deep in your cunt with one last thrust. “I’m with you, baby, uhhh…”
Husk spills himself into, shaking, and you follow him over the edge, pulling him down into another kiss to muffle yourself against his lips. He buries his face in your neck as you come down, shuddering as you stroke a gentle hand down his back, along the curve of his wing.
A soft purr keeps rolling through him and into your chest as he settles against you as though his bones have turned soft. You kiss his forehead, the base of his ear, and Husk curls his wings around you, settling his chin on your sternum.
“I didn’t deserve this, doll.”
You stop petting, reaching down to curl a finger under his chin. You kiss his nose, smiling softly when a puff of breath comes as a response. “Beg to differ.”
