Kinktober: Hazbin Hotel One-Shots

Day 2 - Clean Kink/Accidental Exhibitionism (Niffty/Husk)

Husk groaned as he slumped against the wall, barely able to keep his eyes open. He reeked of booze, the empty bottle in his hand dangling limply from his fingertips. The room around him was spinning, the air thick with the stench of sweat and alcohol. His fur felt matted, sticky in places, and his wings were tucked tight against his back, trying to avoid brushing against anything.

It wasn't that Husk liked being dirty—hell, most of the time he preferred keeping himself decent—but after a few too many bottles and a few too many bad hands at poker, here he was. Exhausted. Sweaty. Filthy.

"Hey, Husky."

The voice snapped him out of his stupor, and he groaned even louder, his ears flicking in annoyance. He didn't need to look up to know who it was. He'd know that sing-song, overly-enthusiastic tone anywhere.

"Niffty," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as the tiny demon darted into the room, her wide eyes already locked on him like she'd found some sort of prize. "What the hell do you want?"

"Oh, you poor thing!" Niffty chirped, skittering over to him in a flurry of tiny steps. Her voice was light, full of excitement, but there was that usual hint of obsession lurking just beneath it. "You look so dirty! My poor kitty's all messed up!"

Husk let out a long sigh, his wings fluttering slightly in irritation. "Yeah, well, what else is new?"

Niffty, undeterred, circled around him, her tiny hands reaching out to brush the dirt off his coat, her fingers moving quickly over his matted fur. She let out a little hum of disapproval, shaking her head. "We can't have you looking like this! It's not proper, Husky. You need to be cleaned up. I'll help."

"Niffty, seriously, I'm fine," Husk grumbled, his voice heavy with annoyance. The last thing he needed right now was for Niffty to start one of her cleaning sprees.

But Niffty wasn't listening. She was already grabbing a cloth from her apron, her eyes focused on him like a laser as she began wiping at his fur. Her touch was light but frantic, as if she couldn't get the dirt off him fast enough.

"There's so much grime, Husky," she whispered, her voice almost to herself as she wiped down his arms. "It's all over you. You've let yourself go again, haven't you?"

Husk let out another groan, tossing his empty bottle onto the floor as Niffty continued her obsessive cleaning. "Yeah, well, Hell ain't exactly a day spa."

Niffty didn't seem to hear him, her attention fixated entirely on the spots she was scrubbing. Her fingers worked quickly, moving up his arm to his chest, her eyes narrowing as she tried to get out every last bit of dirt.

"I'll make you perfect," she muttered under her breath, her movements becoming more insistent as she cleaned, her fingers sliding under his suspenders as she worked at the fur beneath. "I always make things perfect."

Husk's tail flicked in irritation, the long plume swaying back and forth as Niffty's fingers traveled lower. "Niffty, come on, enough already. I'm not a damn—"

He stopped mid-sentence as her tiny hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants, her touch suddenly more deliberate, more intimate. Husk's ears twitched, and he stiffened, his eyes narrowing. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Niffty's eyes flicked up to meet his, her smile wide, a little too wide. "Just cleaning," she whispered, her voice sing-song but with an unmistakable edge. "You're so dirty here too, Husky. I can help."

Before Husk could react, Niffty tugged at his suspenders, pulling them down from his shoulders in one quick motion, her hands darting to his trousers. "You need it," she continued, her voice quieter now, almost reverent. "I can see it."