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It’s been a long time since I’ve drawn, this was my first time drawing digitally! Had a lot of fun with this OC though and trying out different expressions☺️ here is the line art, I usually don’t colour my drawings but decided to this time! Thanks @irkimatsu for letting me bring your OC to life!

Massive, massive thanks to @thorteddy for drawing fanart of my OC/self-insert, Almaz! (Are they a self-insert anymore? I'm not quite sure. They came into being so I could imagine someone kissing Husk, so there's that, at least.)

I posted some stuff about them here! I need to make more detailed character sheets for my Hazbin OCs. Not that I'll ever do much with them because I cannot goddamn draw, but they can hang out in my head!

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Spring Shedding

Plot: Poor Husk isn’t the best at handling shedding season

Pairing: Husk x gn!reader

Length: 1.3K

Type: SFW ~ Fluff

Editing credit: To the lovely @irkimatsu who always cleans up my work🫶

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It’s been two days since you’ve seen Husk at the bar. You’ve been staying at the hotel long enough to know that not seeing Husk at the bar is unusual. He’s usually always there sipping on a bottle of cheap booze.

The hotel has been rather quiet this past little bit with Charlie and Vaggie busy coming up with plans at Lucifer’s estate and Angel working many hours. For as odd as it was seeing the hotel so quiet you actually enjoyed it. It was a nice change of pace from the usual chaos. However, you were now quite curious about where Husk has been these last two days.

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“Oh good, Niffty! Wait… what is that?” You point to the clump of fur in her hand lowkey disturbed.

“For my collection!” Niffty grins before scurrying away.

“Wait, I was going to ask if you’ve seen Alastor!” You try calling out, but Niffty is already gone.

“You needed something?”

You jump as Alastor appears from shadows behind you. “Jesus Christ Al! Don’t sneak up on people!”

“Hmph, I simply heard my name and answered, dear. Is that so wrong?”

“It is when you almost send people into cardiac arrest!” You sigh before getting back to the topic at hand. “Listen, I was just going to ask if you’ve seen Husk. It’s unusual to not see him at the bar.”

“Ah yes~ Husker was getting rather frustrated with the amount of fur getting into his drinks.”

“Wait, fur…? Niffty had a clump of fur in her hands not too long ago…” You recall your interaction with her.

“Yes, poor Niffty has been working overtime with the amount of fur Husker has been leaving all over the hotel.” Alastor says, sympathizing with Niffty. Whether it was genuine or not, you’ll never know. “It is shedding season after all!” Alastor states matter of factly before heading off.

‘Shedding season…’ you think to yourself, processing Alastor words.

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*knock knock*

“Husk? You in there?”

“Go away, I’m not in the mood.”

Not wanting to push, you leave, wanting to think of a better way to approach this issue.

While alive, you had many animals and worked in the field of taking care of them. You were very good at managing fur, from double coats to long and short coats. You knew you could help Husk because of this, and wanted to help him since he’s helped you before, even if it was just lending an ear.

That’s when you got a plan…

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*knock knock*

“I thought I told you to fucking go away earlier!” Husk snapped.

“You did, and I listened. Now it’s later… plus, I brought some rather expensive alcohol this time.” You smirk from behind the door knowing Husk’s ears probably perked up at that.

Not too long after that comment, the door opens slightly. Husk doesn’t seem to want to come out though, and is mostly hidden behind the door.

“If you’re going to have some of my expensive whiskey, we’re going to enjoy it together,” you emphasize. Husk grumbles, but finally lets you in.

“Don’t say a word!” he warns. You knew instantly he was referring to both the way he looked and the state of his room. Husk had chunks of fur falling out as well as a few bald spots from where he probably pulled the fur out. The room was no better, with fur and the occasional feathers everywhere.

You take the whiskey and glasses out of the small bag you had before setting them down on a nearby coffee table. Husk instantly pours himself a glass.

“Ah~ been awhile since I had the good shit.” Husk says, sitting back into a comfy chair.

“It’s not the only thing I have in my bag…”

“Hm?” Husk grunts, almost curious, but also in a way that says ‘I don’t give a fuck unless it’s more alcohol.’ You empty the bag and three brushes fall out.

“NO!” Husk says as soon as he sees the brushes, knowing exactly what you wanted to do.

“Hear me out, okay?. In my life, I worked a lot with different types of fur coats. I understand how to properly groom and take care of them, it’s what I did for a living. I know you don’t want help, but I can see how much this is bothering you. You’re always there for everyone else listening to their problems and even lending advice at times. Let me return the favour and be there for you.”

After a long sip of his (your) whiskey, he gets up and sits on the floor by you and the coffee table.

“This stays between us, got it?”

Your face lights up at this. “It will, I promise. Now, what’s the area causing you the most trouble?”

“My back and torso have the thickest amount of hair, but I don’t want you touching my wings or tail,” Husk says as he turns around, allowing you access to his back.

“I won’t. I have a curry comb which I’ll use to get the already loose fur out, then a special deshedding comb which will be the main brush I use, and finally a slicker brush to help the coat look nice and sleek after.” You let Husk know your process so he’s not startled by what you’re doing or confused as to why you’e doing it.

“As long as I get to keep drinking this whiskey, knock yourself out,” Husk comments, not seeming to care much.

You begin by getting a feel for his fur to understand the type of coat he has. Once you have a plan of what to do, you start working. You’re careful not to touch or go near his wings as you work away.

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It’s been an hour now, and you’ve finally finished his back. The amount of fur that came out was almost startling. Both you and Husk hadn’t noticed but at some point while grooming his back he had started purring.

“I’m going to move to your chest now. Can you turn around?”

Husk complies, moving to face you. Seeing him this close knowing you would be touching his chest was enough to dust your cheeks a light pink. Thankfully, Husk didn’t seem to notice, as he was mostly interested in the alcohol.

“I’m going to start.”

It wasn’t until you touched his chest that you felt the vibrations of him purring. It was a low purr, which is why you hadn’t noticed it earlier. Now that you were aware of it, it became clear as day. Best not to comment on it, though, you figured.

As you worked through Husk’s chest fur, you soon realized how thick this particular area was and how long it would take. Husk had already finished off the bottle of whiskey and you still had a ways to go.

“This area is going to take a while. Sorry! It’s just very thick and where most of your shedding is coming from,” you warned, quietly a little worried he’d get mad or ask you to stop. Instead, he did something you never would’ve expected.

Husk lay his head in your lap, getting comfortable before closing his eyes.

“….Husk?”

“I’m tired… and out of booze. Just keep doing your thing.”

With that said, you keep working on his chest fur, making sure to be careful around bald spots. You can feel the vibrations of Husk’s purring through your lap; he seems to really enjoy this.

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After an hour and a half, fur everywhere and your legs numb, you finished. Husk’s coat was looking better than ever as he now slept in your lap, still purring quietly. You couldn’t help but reach down and lightly rub his ears, causing him to wake up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s fine,” Husk says as he sits up.

Husk starts to feel his fur, almost amazed at how soft it felt. “My fur has never felt like this. It’s amazingly soft.”

“Told you I knew what I was doing,” you giggle as you watch Husk pet his own chest.

“Thank you for this.” Husk said, a bit quieter than his usual tone.

“You’re welcome. I’m really happy to have helped you.” You smile.

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“Know anything about wings?”

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Vigilante Shit

Plot: What happens when a pent up Husk sees you doing the Vigilante Shit by Taylor Swift chair dance?

Pairing: Husk x fem!reader

Trigger warnings: NSFW🔞(more so at the end but very suggestive throughout), praise kink, and swearing

Length: 4.2k

Shout out: @irkimatsu who helped me through this fic! An amazing writer and worth checking out!

Edited by: @irkimatsu who took the time to go over and edit my work, thank you so much! Full editing credit to them!

Links: This is the choreography dance, and then Taylor’s performance.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMM6c8JCj/

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It’s been a long day of Charlie trying to bring you more out of your shell. You're quiet, always have been. Charlie, on the other hand, is very outgoing and bubbly. She wants to get to know you and understand you better, but you aren’t one to open up….

You’re a sinner demon, and back when you were alive, you struggled with anxiety and the fear of judgment from others… you still do. It's why you stay quiet and reserved. Although many people know you to be quiet and reserved behind doors and by yourself, there are lots of things you enjoy, singing along to a catchy song, dancing like nobody is watching (because trust me, you make sure they aren’t) and just being you… actually you.

Although you are rather guarded, there are people who you let your guard down for, one being Husk. Husk was also quieter and kept to himself, mostly, which you enjoyed. He never made you feel like you had to open up, instead making opening up feel like a choice. That if you decided to, he’d listen… maybe that’s what made it easier for you. If he didn’t care whether or not you’d open up, he probably wouldn’t judge you if you did. That was your thought process, anyway.

Because of this, you started sitting at his bar more often. At first, it was just silence between you two, like you were both trying to read each other without saying a word.

The more you came, though, the more you started greeting him with a simple “hello, Husk”, which led to “I’ve got the usual for ya” from him. The more you came by, the more you two would talk, even if it was just “how was your day?” followed by “shit…” You knew when not to pry and Husk deeply appreciated that. After a couple of months, you guys had become friends, sharing stories or just enjoying comfortable silence.

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“You’re telling me that music can be made just electronically,” Husk said, rather offended by the thought.

“It can be, sometimes. It’s good, but depends on what you’re into. Music has changed a lot from the time you lived.”

Husk scoffs at that. “Ya, sounds like it’s gone to shit.”

“Hey! There’s still good music from my time. In fact, Angel has been playing that one artist a lot, Taylor Swift. She’s from my time.”

“If it ain’t jazz, it ain’t good,” Husk says before turning around to clean more glasses.

“Well, that just ain’t true, Whiskers,” Angel says as he walks over with a vinyl.

Husk glares, annoyed by the name, but he doesn’t have the energy to deal with him right now, so he doesn’t say anything.

“Whatcha got, Angel?” you ask, curious about the vinyl in his hand. 

“It’s Taylor Swift's latest album, Midnights”. 

“Ooooh, it finally came out on viny?!” you say excitedly, which surprises Husk. He hasn’t seen you show this much excitement over something before. 

“Yep, and I know Husky here has a record player at the bar,” Angel says, smirking at Husk.

“You ain’t playing that shit at my bar,” Husk says gruffly, clearly annoyed from Angel's nicknames. It was already later in the evening, and Husk did not have the patience to deal with this right now.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” Angel puts the vinyl on the record player, and the lobby is filled with music and Angel’s singing. “It’s me hi, I’m the problem, it’s me,” Angel sings.

“Got that right,” Husk mumbles, annoyed, as you giggle at them.

“YOU THREE! ITS FUCKING MIDNIGHT!” Vaggie yells angrily looking as if you three just woke her up. “You better not wake Charlie up. Turn that shit down and go to bed!” Vaggie says before storming back to bed.

You and Angel head up to bed while Husk stays at the bar, saying he has a few more things to finish before he’ll head to bed. Although Husk doesn’t mind silence, he leaves the record playing quietly. The next couple of songs are slow songs, which doesn’t help as Husk is already tired. He ends up falling asleep pretty quickly on a stool in the corner of the bar.

‘Crap, I forget to get water,’ you think to yourself before heading back down to the bar to grab a cup of water. As you get closer to the bar you can’t see Husk; you assume he already went to bed, though you hear the record still playing. It’s playing Vigilante Shit now, one of your favourites. You knew the dance by heart. Looking around, you see Charlie had brought down chairs for the bonding activity tomorrow. With the chairs right there and the music playing, you just can’t help yourself. ‘No one’s here… it’ll be fine,’ you convince yourself. ‘Just the chorus.’

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You stand behind the chair, in the middle of the lobby a good distance from the bar. As the music plays, you take a deep breath and let yourself just enjoy the music, flowing with it. You start to do the dance leaning forward seductively before standing again. You lift the chair before placing it back down with a thump, matching it to the beat of the music.

You must not have realized how loud the chair bang was as it caused Husk to jolt awake. He’s now alert as he sits up more, peering over the bar counter slightly, looking for where the bang came from. That’s when he sees you. Leg up on the chair as you roll your body before straddling the chair backwards slowly lowering yourself onto it.

Husk’s eyes widen, taken aback by the sight. You?! The quietest one here, the most reserved and guarded, doing a chair dance?! Remaining in the chair, not wanting to startle you, Husk stays quiet and watches. ‘Shit…you have a nice ass,’ Husk thought as he started growing hard. His tail starts to swish from anticipation.

You sway your body on the chair, side to side, front to back, before pushing your ass out as you stand while gripping the back of the chair. That did him in, he now noticed how hard he was. ‘What?! Why, why now?’ Husk thought to himself.

Husk had been around the longest out of everyone in the hotel. He had lived the longest life while alive, seen it all, growing up in Vegas and later traveling the world. He’d seen strip shows from all over the world and in hell, watched porn, but none of it excited him anymore. When you’ve seen it all, it starts to get old, becomes the same old shit. So why was he getting hard now? He hadn’t been turned on by this shit in years, so why you? His tail flicked in annoyance at this.

-Smash-

“Shit!” Husk swore, startled and irritated.

You quickly jumped off the chair turning bright red. “Husk…?”

Husk’s tail had knocked into a cheap bottle of booze when it started flicking, and the bottle was now shattered into a million tiny shards on the ground behind the bar. Husk knew you’d freak out if you knew he was watching you dance, so he lied.

“Sorry,” Husk says, standing, but making sure to stay behind the bar due to his… situation. “Something fell and woke me up. Hope I didn’t startle you as well.” Husk lies. “Did you need something?”

You sigh a breath of relief as you walk over to the bar. “I forgot to grab a glass of water before heading to bed… looks like you forgot to even head to bed,” you say, getting closer to the bar. 

“Wait there, don’t come back here. There's glass and booze all over the floor,” Husk grumbles. Obviously, he tells you to wait there so as to not get hurt, definitely not so that you don't see the obvious bulge in his pants.

“You seem tired, if we clean up together it’ll go faster and–”

“No,” he cuts you off coldly. “Here,” he brings you a glass of water. “It’s late and Charlie has plans in the morning, so get some sleep. I’m sure Niffty will clean this in the morning. She likes broken glass.”

You nod before taking the glass of water. You head to the stairs before saying a quiet “Night, Husk”. He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a nod back, staying behind the bar until he knows you're upstairs. With that, he heads to bed hoping to take care of his… problem.

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That night, Husk can’t help it as his dreams are filled with the memory of you dancing. How he wished he was in that chair as you slowly straddled his lap, lowering yourself down onto his already hard cock. How he wished his hands would grip your hips as you throw your head back, pushing out your chest. How your hands would grip his shoulders as you stood back up, pushing your ass out while you lean in to kiss his lips. How he’d love to take you right then and there, whether you’re in his lap or bent down gripping the chair. Him sliding–

“Fuck!” Husk's eyes snap open as he pants. “Shit…” Husk swore, knowing exactly why he woke up panting. He looked down to see his cock straining against his boxers, which now had a wet spot. ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. What, am I 16 again?’ Husk thought, seriously annoyed by this.

After Husk took care of things and showered (with cold water), he headed down back to the bar as usual. Husk noticed the glass and spilled booze had at least been cleaned. He also noticed you with Charlie and the rest of the gang, working on the team bonding. Of course, you just had to be sitting on that damn chair for the exercise. Husk couldn’t concentrate now, remembering the dream he had. “Shit, shit, shit…” Husk was getting hard again, and it drove him crazy.

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Over the next couple of days, anytime Husk saw you, he would get hard. No matter how many times he got off to the memory of that dance, he still got hard whenever seeing you, and it was driving him nuts. Despite trying to take care of his problems himself, it just led to him being more and more pent up.

“Is Husk okay?” you whispered to Angel. “He’s been in a terrible mood these past few days.”

“Don’t worry about it, Sugar, he just has his bow tie in a twist. Maybe you should go over and help untwist it,” Angel says playfully before walking off.

You think to yourself, trying to figure out what would cause him to be so agitated, before a smashing sound plays in your mind. ‘That’s right… Husk broke a bottle of booze. That must be why he’s so irritated,’ you think to yourself.

With a plan in mind, you head out gathering what you need before confronting Husk.

It was later that evening as you walked up to the bar with a bag in your hand. “Hey,” you say gently, not wanting to irritate Husk more. He just looks up at you as you sit at the bar, and he grunts acknowledging your presence. “Listen… I just wanted to say I’m sorry if it was me who startled you that night. I know it caused a bottle of whiskey to get broken, so here.” You take a small bottle of whiskey out of the bag and place it on the bar counter. “I’m sorry if that’s what’s been irritating you, I hope this makes up for it.”

Husk just blinks, surprised by your kind actions as he looks at the bottle of whiskey. “You didn’t have to, it wasn’t your fault,” Husk says. “Listen, that’s not why I’ve been so moody.”

“Oh?” you say looking confused, wanting to encourage him to continue speaking.

Husk sighs before deciding to just give in and tell you about what really happened that night. Maybe if he gets it off his chest he’ll stop getting hard every time he sees you. That was his thought process at least.

“That night you came down to get water… I saw you dancing.”

Your cheeks burn bright red, mortified from the thought of him seeing you dance erotically. “I-I…” you stutter, trying to say something.

“It’s okay,” Husk says in a more comforting way. “Just hear me out.”

You nod.

“That night that I saw you dance… I did indeed fall asleep behind the bar. It was when the chair banged that I woke up and saw you dancing. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, watching the way your body moved perfectly with the song.” Husk sighed, looking around the bar to make sure it was empty. “Listen, I’m just gonna tell it as it is.” 

You nod, face turning red from his words.

“When you were dancing… I got hard, and my tail started flicking which is what knocked the bottle. It’s been a long time since I’ve been aroused like that, and that night my dreams got out of hand. I couldn’t help picturing what it would be like if you did that dance for me. And it wasn’t just in that dream that I couldn’t help picturing it… it was anytime I saw you or let my mind wander. Every time, I’d get hard over that thought, and it drove me crazy. No matter how many times I took care of it on my own I still couldn’t get that thought out of my head. I guess I got pretty irritated from all that which is why I’ve been in a bad mood. Sorry ‘bout that. Maybe now that I’ve gotten it off my chest I’ll finally be able to move on from that thought.”

After hearing Husk’s confession, you just sat there for a moment, processing things. It was an awkward silence before you finally spoke up.

“Husk… would you like me to help?”

“What.” Husk blinked, confused by what you meant. There’s no way you could mean what he thought you meant, right?

What Husk didn’t know is that you’d always found him very attractive, especially after getting to know him more. You came to his bar pretty regularly and had opened up to him. He made you feel safe for some reason. It’s no surprise that you ended up developing some feelings along the way. Knowing Husk, though, the last thing you’d want to do is admit to having feelings.

“I think you know what I’m talking about,” you say quietly.

“I need to hear it from you,” Husk says bluntly.

“Husk, your dream was about me doing that dance for you, yes? I’ll do that for you. It would help to finally calm that thought, right?”

“Are you sure that’s what you want, though? I don’t want you doing this because you take pity on me.” Husk’s ears fold back against his head, irritated at the thought. As you notice this you lift your hand up before resting it on his cheek. His ears perk back up from the sudden touch as he stares at you.

“I want this too,” you whisper.

With that, Husk places his hand over top of yours that rests on his cheek. He moves your hand closer to his mouth and kisses it while maintaining eye contact.

“Let’s take this to my bedroom, then. I want you all to myself,” Husk says seductively as he holds your hand, guiding you to his room.

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Husk’s room is what you’d expect from a typical older man. It was surprisingly neat and clean.

“Wait a minute, is that the Midnight vinyl over on your record player? Angel thought he lost it.” You giggle a bit before teasing him. “Guess not all music from my generation is bad, huh?” you say playfully as Husk gives a shrug.

“Guess I’ve had one of the songs stuck in my head recently.” 

You laugh at this, knowing full well what song’s been stuck in his head. 

“Plus, if you’re going to dance for me, you’re going to need music.” Husk says as he walks over to his closet and pulls out a folded up chair.

He sets the chair in the middle of the room before walking over to the record player. Vigilante Shit starts playing before he goes back to sit on the chair, giving you a sly smile. Your face goes red seeing him sit there, but you want this too.

The music reaches the chorus, and you start by standing behind him and the chair as you usually would. You place your foot on his lap with your leg up just as before, only this time, careful not to put too much pressure on his legs. His claws gently caress up your calf, sending a shiver through you. You keep going, though. This time, you put your hands on his shoulders instead of the back of the chair as you come around to the front. With your hands on his shoulders, you slowly lower yourself, straddling his lap before finally plopping down on beat to the music. You can feel it… feel how hard he is as you sit in his lap. His hands come up to settle on your hips as you throw your head back on beat with your back arching. You go to stand as that’s part of the choreography but Husk keeps you in his lap with a firm grip on your hips.

“Sorry gorgeous, but I think I like you right where you are.”

With that, Husk leans in and kisses you. It’s filled with desire and need, as if he was starving for so long, finally getting to eat now. His grip on your hips tightens the more intense the kiss gets. His tongue was rough and easily dominated your own. Your grip on his shoulders also tightened as you gripped his fur, trying to ground yourself. His hips bucked in response to you gripping his fur. You pulled back with a gasping, moaning noise leaving your lips.

“Can I take this off?” Husk said as he gently slid your shirt up a bit before stopping, waiting for a response. 

“Please.” You nod eagerly. 

Husk chuckles at your enthusiasm and pulls the shirt up over your head. “So gorgeous,” Husk purrs out as his hands travel down your now exposed torso. You lean in and place a gentle kiss on his neck. He purrs in response, running a claw under your bra clasp. “And this?” Husk says in a low tone. 

“Yes,” you breathe out between the kisses you're leaving on his neck. He uses his claw to rip the back of the bra before it falls down off your chest. 

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Husk says as his hands work their way up to your breasts.

He cupped both breasts in his hands and squeezed gently as he started to kiss and nip at your neck. He then switched to rolling each nipple between thumb and forefinger until they hardened under his touch. You couldn’t help lightly whimpering at the feeling. Husk kissed down your neck to your collar bone before making his way down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard on it while continuing to knead the other breast rhythmically with his hand. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through you.

You moved your hands from his shoulders to slide down his back before grazing his wings. Husk bit down as the feeling startled him. You winced a bit from the pain before he gently licked the spot he had bitten. “Sorry, I didn’t expect you to touch my wings,” he says as he switches to pay attention to your other nipple. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked first,” you say, pulling away from his wings. 

“No, it’s okay, I liked it… just startled me, was all,” Husk says before latching onto your nipple and sucking it gently while biting at it.

You slide your hands down his back again before gently grazing some feathers. Husk’s hips grind up into you in response to your touch. He starts to kiss back up your body to your neck, biting as you grind your hips down onto his hard cock, craving friction. His tail swishes lazily behind him, brushing lightly against whatever part of you happened to be nearby.

“Husk,” you whine against him as your hips grind at a steady pace now “Need you… please.” 

Husk rubs your back gently. “I know baby, I know.

Can you sit up slightly for me? I know you can,” Husk encourages.

You do so, lifting yourself from his lap. He’s quick to unbutton his pants and move them down just enough to get his cock out. You slowly sit back down on his thighs as he pumps himself a bit, smearing the precum over his cock. The sight of that right in front of you was enough to make your mouth water and pussy wetter than you thought possible. You were wearing a skirt, so Husk could easily feel how wet you were already through your panties.

Husk hooks a claw under your skirt before looking to you for consent. You nod, smiling, as he slides your skirt up instead of taking it off. “Do you care about these panties?” He says, not taking his eyes off them. 

“No.”

“Good.” With that, Husk rips your panties as they fall to the ground, now in many pieces. He pulls you closer to him, guiding your hips to grind against him. Your slick was now coating his cock as it rubbed against your folds and clit, causing you to moan. 

“Please, Husk,” you begged. 

“Gotta make sure you’re ready… but from how wet you are, I’d say you’re more than ready.”

With that, Husk carefully helps to lift your hips, guiding them to line himself up with your entrance. “Tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop, okay?” Husk says in a serious tone, making direct eye contact with you. 

“I promise, if it hurts, I’ll tell you.” 

With that, Husk helps to gently lower yourself onto him.

You both moan as his cock slides into you slowly. Being impatient, though, you fully sit down on his cock as it bottoms out inside of you. “Fuck!” Husk hissed from the sudden intense sensation. “Eager are we?” He said teasingly before capturing your lips in his. He kissed you as you adjusted to his size. He wasn’t overly big, but had a good girth and a few rough barbs that lined his cock. After a few seconds, you started to carefully move your hips. With that, he held onto your hips firmly, guiding your movements with gentle thrusts of his own. “That's it,” he murmured encouragingly into your ear. His tail curled possessively around one of your legs. He increased the tempo gradually, matching each upward glide of your hips with an equally forceful downward snap of his.

“Husk,” you moaned. “So good!” You breathe out as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into it, lost in the pleasure and his scent. He started moving faster now, his hips slamming against yours with increasing urgency. 

“Glad you think so,” he groaned out between clenched teeth as he struggled to maintain control. His one hand moved from your hip to stroking along the curve of your spine while his tail continued its relentless caress on one leg.

“Can’t take much more,” you whined against his neck. Husk's grip on your hips tightened as he heard the desperation in your voice, his own need threatening to overwhelm him. He slammed into you harder and faster now, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of you. 

“Come for me”, he growled hoarsely into your ear. His claws dug painfully into the soft flesh beneath them, as he was on the edge, too.

Husk felt you tighten around him as you came with a loud moan, your orgasm pushing him to reach his own. He bit down on your shoulder to muffle his moans and to mark you as his cum filled you. He held onto you tightly for several moments afterwards, licking the blood from the bite mark, before finally collapsing back into the chair fully with an exhausted sigh. His heart was racing wildly beneath his furry chest as you leaned against it, panting. “Damn,” he muttered softly under his breath after regaining some sense of composure. “Gotta say, that was even better than my dream.”

“Speaking of dreams, mind if I stay here tonight… with you?” you asked, still resting against his chest fur as his claws now lazily dragged up and down your back. 

“I’d like that.”

In one swift motion, Husk picked you up before carrying you to the bathroom to get cleaned up together. “Sorry if I was rough. You’re bleeding a bit,” Husk says before kissing the bite mark on your shoulder. 

“Everything you did tonight was perfect,” you say as you ruffle his ears.

Once clean, you both made your way to Husk’s bed, as it was now 2am. You cuddled into his chest as he wrapped his wings around your naked body, keeping you warm but also protecting you.

Soon sleep consumed you both, as you slept peacefully in each other’s embrace.

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Notes: This was my first attempt at writing fanfiction so please be nice! I welcome feedback! Hope you enjoyed reading this if you made it this far❤️