All That Work and What Did it Get Me? (Hazbin Hotel x oc reader).

Val and Angel's POV

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Author speaking: This chapter will be divided into two parts: Valentino's POV and Angel's POV. The lines will break up when one person's POV ends and the other's begins. The chapter includes two POVs because I'm only writing the scenes that they are in, and maybe a bit before and after that. Light to moderate smut will be in this chapter (because Val is a horndog). With that being said, enjoy the chapter!

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I entered the bar with Vox. It was fucking packed. Makes sense, it's 7pm, men are drinking before they go home to their little wives and children. We go up to the bar. And, GODDAMN. The waitress was smokin hot. Perfect body, beautiful face, that polite voice. I couldn't help but imagine her in one of my films. Just fucking the shit out of her for all of Hell to see. I'd kill to do that. She could be more famous than that whore Angel Dust. And she'd certainly be more obedient than him. 

I go up and ask for my favorite drink, flirting with her, obviously. She doesn't even buy into it! She just acts like I'm a normal customer. Damn, she must be new to Hell. Or is she just used to being hit on by customers? That thought for some reason infuriates me. I don't want anyone else looking at her like that. I sit down with Vox and we drink. I can't help but stare at her, her curves, her face, lips, eyes, hair, everything about her was just perfect. But, I couldn't help but be reminded of someone when I looked at her. Her voice sounded like it was similar to someone else's. 

"Keep it in your pants, Val," Vox teases, looking down at my pants. Right there, was a fucking boner.

"Damn, should I get her to fix it?" I ask.

"No, she is not into you, I don't know if you noticed that. But she might only be into girls. She hasn't given one reaction to any of the guys hitting on her tonight. But her and that other bartender seem to be close," Vox says. 

The thought of her loving anybody but me made me mad. She was mine, like it or not. MINE. All mine. She has awoken emotions in me I never thought I'd have. I never wanted monogamy. Or marriage. Children. But, that's what I want now. With her, only with her. Not one of the wohres I have hired. But her. I'd give the world for her. I know this is out of my character. If I told anyone about it, they'd think I was lying or crazy. I mean, I'm Valentino. Overlord of Porn, owner of the most successful porn industry in hell. A literal pimp. I shouldn't be feeling these things. Especially not for her. A random bartender. But I can't help it. 

We go home that night. I lock myself in my penthouse. That damn boner never went away. I go in the shower. I lay down and start jerking off. I think of her. Imagining her hand on my dick. That quickens up the process. I finish in minutes and wash off. Never had I finished that quickly. I can't imagine how long it'd take for me to if we were to actually have sex. Only one way to find out.

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I was so done with today. I had a long day filming at Val's studios. I hated being there. Working there sucked. But I sold my soul, this is the price to pay. I go into the bar I frequent at and ask for my usual.

"And that is?" the stupid bartender asks.

"You don't know my usual?" I ask, irritated by the fact that she didn't know. I just wanted to get drunk and go to my apartment.

"Listen. I don't know who you are, your usual, or anything about you. You don't go to a bar and tell a new bartender you'll have your usual and expect them to know what it is. You might be a regular here, but that doesn't mean we write down your usual in a little book to make things easier for you! So, let's start over. Hi, what can I get you to drink?" she says. Damn, that fire. It reminded me of my little cousin, Giovanna, when she got a bitchy customer. Wait, was that me? Was I being the bitchy customer?

"Uh-I-uh. . . a strong whiskey, mixed with ramazzotti amaro, on the rocks, please," I manage to stutter out. Was she really? I had to find out.

"Coming right up!" she said. Yup, that was just how Gia acted when she got a customer to cooperate. She handed me my drink and I decided now was the best time to ask.