Kinktober: Hazbin Hotel One-Shots

Day 14: Cuckolding (Alastor/Velvette cuckolding Vox)

Day 14: Cuckolding (Alastor/Velvette cuckolding Vox)

The tension in the room crackled like static, the air thick with an undercurrent of unspoken rivalry. Vox stood rigid, his tall, sleek figure casting a long shadow across the floor as his cyan eyes flickered with frustration. His TV screen face, usually the picture of confidence, was now glitching slightly, a telltale sign of his fraying composure.

On the other side of the room, lounging on a plush velvet couch like she owned the place, Velvette twirled a lock of her curly red hair between her fingers, her white-streaked pigtails bouncing slightly as she laughed at something on her phone. She didn't even glance in Vox's direction, completely ignoring his growing irritation.

And then there was Alastor. The Radio Demon stood with his signature grin, ever composed and smug, his sharp, yellow teeth glinting in the dim light of the room. He adjusted his monocle, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched Vox's frustration build, clearly enjoying every moment of it.

"Well, Vox," Alastor drawled, his voice smooth as silk, laced with that unmistakable radio echo, "it seems you're not quite the 'leader' you claim to be. Look at your dear Velvette—so busy, so... distracted." His grin widened, and he leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowing with dark pleasure. "Is this how you let her treat you?"

Vox's fists clenched at his sides, electricity sparking at his fingertips as his rage simmered just below the surface. He wanted to say something—anything—to shut Alastor up, but the truth of the situation hung in the air like a noose around his neck. Velvette's attention wasn't on him, hadn't been on him for a while. Instead, her focus was on Alastor, the Radio Demon who always had a way of getting under everyone's skin.

"Velvette," Vox growled, his voice crackling with static as he stepped forward, "get off your damn phone."

But Velvette didn't even flinch. She tossed her phone aside with a lazy smirk and stretched out on the couch, her long legs draped over the armrest as if she hadn't a care in the world. "Oh, Vox, honey," she purred, her voice dripping with mockery, "why don't you calm down? You're making a scene."

Alastor chuckled softly, the sound sending a chill down Vox's spine. "Now, now, Velvette," Alastor said, his voice lilting with amusement, "let's not be too harsh on our dear Vox. He's just... frustrated, aren't you?"

Vox's screen flickered, his left eye distorting into a jagged, cyan spiral as his emotions finally boiled over. "Shut up, Alastor."

But Alastor's smile only widened, his eyes gleaming with delight at the reaction. He stepped closer to Velvette, his long, slender fingers brushing over her shoulder in a way that made Vox's blood boil. "Oh, I think we both know who's really in control here, don't we, Velvette?"

Velvette's laugh was soft, sultry, as she glanced up at Alastor with a teasing grin. "I like the way you think, Radio Demon."

Vox's hands twitched at his sides, sparks of electricity dancing across his fingertips, but he didn't move. He couldn't move. He was rooted to the spot, forced to watch as Alastor took what was his—his Velvette, his pride.

Alastor's grin turned wicked as he leaned down, his lips brushing Velvette's ear, his voice low and commanding. "Get on your knees."

Velvette's eyes gleamed with excitement, her playful smirk never fading as she slid off the couch, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. She glanced up at Alastor with a look of pure, bratty defiance, even as she obeyed his command.

Vox watched, helpless and humiliated, as Velvette knelt before Alastor, her attention now fully on the Radio Demon. The knot of anger and frustration in his chest tightened, but there was nothing he could do. Nothing he could say. Alastor had won, and Vox was left to witness his defeat.