A lot of luck, a lot of alcohol. (LOONA X HUSK)

Personal Jesus

(Warning, beginning of this chapter has sexual content, not fully smut but spicy stuff does happen.)

<Hazbin Hotel>

It was the morning. The hotel room was shrouded in darkness, only lit by the pentagram sun that illuminated through the transparent curtains. Two bodies wrapped around each other on the bed, one was awake. The cat demon in the hellhound's arms was smiling and shuffled a little to get out of her grasp, going over to the thing that opened his eyes. The phone.

The bartender rolled out of bed, literally. A light headache made him groan, as he massaged his head. The light movement didn't wake the sleeping woman though, but Husk was silently walking around, collecting his clothes and departed to the bathroom to shower. He stepped in and felt the water run through his rough fur. His thoughts continued to wander, mostly about the five rounds of sex he had last night, but also about his and Loona's future. Conjuring up the cliche story of them getting married and shit. It's pathetic in Husk's mind but it gives him a fluttering feeling.

"Mornin~" Husk turned around, shocked by the voice.

It was Loona, who was also naked and in the shower with him. She pressed Husk against the wall and kissed him, which caused him to moan as his hands roamed her back that was slick with all the water on her.

They released and Husk was left panting, "Fuck honey, how are you not tired?~"

"I got some great stamina, wanna see?~"

"I gotta work~" Husk replied, which caused Loona to smirk and roll her eyes playfully.

"We both do, but I don't start until 3 hours from now, and you last long you sexy motherfucker but you aren't that good~"

Husk chuckled and placed a hand on her ass, as they kissed again, leading to yet another round of sex that both of them craved even more.

<Down at the bar, 1 hour later>

Husk was pouring Angel a drink after an incredibly hard night for the pornstar. He never expressed it to the demon spider, but Husk genuinely cared about the guy, and felt like shit as he rambled in that fake persona Husk despised and hated with every ounce of his heart. The bartender turned around to grab his new bottle and heard someone sit down, it was Vaggie.

"Hello Husk."

"Vaggie."

"You know you're really making it hard to keep you and Loona a secret." Vaggie smirked and looked up to Husk, who blushed.

"We're too loud huh?"

"What? No! Wait y'all did it?"

"No! Wh-where'd you get that idea?" Husk fumbled his words and messed with his hands.

"Yup. We did," Loona yet again gave Vaggie the truth, swaggering up to the bar, bending over to look at Husk with that expression that made him go crazy.

"Hey you," she stated, signaling for a coffee, which Husk grabbed the to-go cups he kept for when he needed to do stuff and didn't have a source of alcohol.

"Thanks babe," the hellhound departed and blew a kiss to Husk, who smirked.

"She's different around you."

"Hm?" Husk was confused.

"She's usually cranky and off with how she talks, nothing like how she talks to you," Vaggie smiled, "just like me and Charlie."

"She's nothing like Charlie."

"I meant how she loves you."

Husk flushed and was heated under his fur, "love", something he didn't know for a long time. This was new to him, but he loved it. And he loved Loona, he's sure of it.