Saurmus Day 2: White Christmas
Warnings: Fingering, cum, female anatomy, implied P in V, use of pet names, jealous, etc. MNDI< 18+ For: oceanicscreams Can you find the number 11 in the fic today? Let me know in the comments below!
If asked, Y/N wasn’t that drunk. Okay…maybe she was. But it wasn’t her fault that Angel and some random low-level pornstar demon had spent the better part of an hour batting their lashes at Husk across the bar like he was a damn prize to be won. She’d watched it all from her seat, glass sweating in her hand, jaw tight every time Husk’s ears flicked, or his tail swayed in that lazy, effortless way he got when he pretended not to notice attention he absolutely noticed. It shouldn’t have bothered her. It really shouldn’t have. But it did.
So, what does one in Hell do when jealous of a platonic friendship possibly slipping away when you want it to be more? She drank. And then she drank a little more. It started with fruity drinks, then morphed to eleven shots, then long island iced teas, and by the end of the night, pure hard whiskey. The liquor burned her nostrils and the back of her throat, but the sting of the liquid was insignificant compared to the ache in her heart. She stayed long past the time Husk had given up trying to take her to her room, the cat demon huffing some cussed apology and slinking off. By the time actually managed, she’d finally peeled herself away from the bar and headed upstairs. The hotel hallway felt longer than usual, the red velvet carpet swimming slightly beneath her feet. The new lights blurred together, damn Charlie and her desire to make everything LED, it was making the doors lining the walls like copy-paste mistakes. She squinted at one of them, keys clutched tight in her hand.
This was her room. Definitely. The doorknob turned easily, no need for the keys. Funny, she had remembered locking the door before she left. The room beyond was dim, lit only by the warm glow of a bedside lamp. The smell of whiskey and smoke hit her first, comforting and familiar. Her shoulders relaxed without her meaning them to. She kicked off her shoes and stepped inside, not even noticing the figure sprawled across the bed until…
“What the hell?”
Husk blinked up at her, one ear flattened awkwardly against the pillow, wings half-spread as he’d been in the middle of shifting positions. His shirt was gone, vest discarded over the back of a chair, scars faintly visible beneath fur and skin. He looked…rumpled. Sleepy. And damn it, he was adorable.
“…Y/N?” His voice was gravelly, confused. “Why’re you—”
She froze. Oh. Oh no.
Her stomach dropped as reality slammed back into place. “Shit,” she slurred softly, eyes widening. “I…this isn’t—”
“This is my room,” Husk finished slowly, pushing himself up on one elbow. His tail flicked once, sharp with surprise. “You okay?”
She laughed then, a breathy, slightly hysterical sound. “Yeah. Totally. Great. Just…walking into wrong rooms tonight, apparently.”
His brow furrowed. “You drunk?”
“No,” she said immediately, then winced, the loudness of her own voice making her head ache. “…Okay. A little.”
She turned to leave, mortified heat crawling up her neck, but the door didn’t open right away. She fumbled with the handle, fingers clumsy, frustration bubbling up dangerously close to tears. Gods, this was humiliating.
“Hey.” Husk’s voice was softer now. She felt his presence before she saw him. Warm, solid, standing just close enough behind her that she could smell the whiskey on his breath. Not overwhelming. Just…him.
“You’re shakin’,” he murmured.
She huffed, finally managing to pull the door open, then stopped anyway. Her shoulders sagged. “I’m fine. Just tired. And stupid.”
“Didn’t look stupid downstairs,” he said carefully.
Her grip tightened on the doorframe. The jealousy she’d been holding back slipped out before she could stop it. “Yeah. How would you tell? You seemed real popular.”
Silence stretched between them.
Husk exhaled slowly. “That's what this is about?”
Oh, how Husk’s heart might’ve exploded right there. She cared about him. Holy fuck, had he actually been redeemed and gone to Heaven? Had this sweet angel of a person…been jealous? She turned, meeting his gaze despite herself. His eyes were sharp now, sober enough to read her too well. Damn him. “I didn’t like it,” she admitted quietly. “Seeing them all over you.”
Something unreadable crossed his face, then his ears tilted back, expression softening. “You know I wasn’t flirtin’ back.”
“I know,” she said. “Doesn’t mean it didn’t suck.”
For a moment, neither of them moved. The air felt heavy, charged in a way that had nothing to do with alcohol. Husk’s tail brushed her calf accidentally—then didn’t move away.
“…You can sit,” he offered, nodding toward the bed. “Till you sober up. I ain’t gonna bite.”
She hesitated, heart pounding, then sighed before letting a small smirk play on the corners of her lips ‘Unless I want you to bite, of course.”
She perched on the edge of the mattress, arms crossed, staring at the floor. Husk stayed standing, giving her space, though his gaze lingered in a way that made her chest ache.
“Next time,” he said gently, “if you’re jealous…you could just tell me.”
She glanced up at him, startled. “…Yeah?”
A corner of his mouth twitched. “Yeah.”
With a fierce determination, he pulled Y/N flush to his chest, then gently flipped to guide her back to his bed. Peering down into her eyes, his own glowed with a soft hue as a clawed hand came to caress the swell of her cheek. With silent confirmation as Y/N nodded her head, Husk closed the gap as his lips captured hers. Moaning into the kiss, Y/N slowly brought her hands up to find them tangled in the fur at the nape of his neck.
Trailing his hand up to her waist, Husk gave it a tight squeeze that made her squeak. Chuckling at the reaction, both their lips remained interlocked for what seemed an eternity. Nimble fingers traced up her waist, tugging softly on the waistband of her pants, a cawl coming to slowly drag them down her legs. Exposed to the cool air, Y/N let out a gasp of surprise that was quickly replaced with a lewd moan as Husk traced a knuckle up her clothed core.
“Shh, darlin’. Just let me show ya why you shouldn’t have been so jealous.” Continuing to drag his finger across her pantie-clad slit, Husk mumbled the words into the base of her neck.
“Stop, fuck, stop teasing Husk.”
“Now, darlin’. Let me take care of you. Don’t wanna rush this.” Despite his words, he obliged her request by removing the offending undergarment from her body. Working his way down, his face ended between her thighs. His eyes widened at the glittering white gold slick that painted her hole.
Diving in, his tongue lapped up all the juices that spilled from her needy cunt. Sucking softly here and there while delving as deep as his tongue would allow, Y/N let out saccirhine moans and lewd hisses of pleasure. Gosh, she was more addictive than any liquor. Bottle up the juices pouring from her beautiful hole, and Husk would be content for the rest of his damned eternity. Gripping the sheets beneath her, her eyes remained shut in ecstasy. To make matters worse, or better depending on who you ask, Husk inserted his finger into her while continuing to feast. He could see her holding back some of her noises, desperate to control her noise.
"Come on, sugar. Don’t deprive a man of the reward of his hard work."
"But I don't want people to hear--"
"That does not apply today. Let all of Hell know ya mine."
Stretching her open, he added another finger, scissoring her wide. Y/n’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her body involuntarily shifted away from the overstimulating assault. Taking his other hand, Husk placed it on her hip and held her in place.
“Darlin’, I don’t want to have to hold ya down.” Perking up at the thought, Y/N gulped. The idea of being restrained all the muscles that way Husk…forcing her legs open so he could do as he pleased…. letting him use them to fill every hole piqued her interest. Perhaps for another time. The thoughts and stimulation from Husj’s mouth and his fingers nearly had her cumming, mumbling incoherently for just a bit more to push her over the edge. Smirking, Husk brought a third finger into her hole, its walls squeezing onto him for dear life. Using his thumb to rub against her clit, the stimulation was bearing nearly too much, and Y/N felt the coil in her stomach snap as she cried his name. Surely, the whole hotel had heard her by now. Not that Husk minded. Cum now coated his fingers and the bedsheets below as her high overtook her senses and she saw stars.
Drawing his fingers slowly out of her and bringing them to his lips, Husk sucked on the white, addictive juices. Both parties were covered in a layer of thin sweat, panting heavily and overcome with arousal. Walking his hands forward till both of his arms caged her in on the bed, and she could feel his growing bulge against her thighs, Husk whispered:
“Now, sugar, wanna repay that favor?”