Title: Can't You Love Me How I Want? Please?
Author: Keith
Fandom: Helluva Boss
Setting: Ozzie's House
Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie, Baal/Fizzarolli/RoboFizz/Beelzebub | Beelze/Asmodeus | Ozzie
Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie, Baal, Beelzebub, RoboFizz
Genre: Romance/Erotic/Drama
Rating: E
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1473
Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day - Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie
Status: Complete
Warnings: M/M, M/M/M/M/M/M/M/F, Orgy, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Blowjobs, Jealousy, Mammon Mention, Mammon/Asmodeus Mention, Baal and Beelzebub are twins, Incest, Twincest, Sibling Incest
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the RoboFizzes and the twins idea.
Summary: Everybody loved him, at all times, for any reason, and it was hard to watch sometimes.
AN: Hey guys, it's me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!
This was originally supposed to be entirely different but, naturally, the characters hijacked the fic and it turned out that they just wanted it to be horny. Oops. Anyway, I'm looking for names for my RoboFizzes that aren't their colors (Red, Yellow, Purple, and Green), if anyone has any ideas I'd love to hear them!
Can't You Love Me How I Want? Please?
Fizzarolli could see why Ozzie always came home reeking of booze when he went out with Mammon, and it turned his stomach a little. Maybe more than a little. It was like every time those glowing pink eyes shifted to the elder demons, Mammon had his greedy-ass hands all over some part of Ozzie, his thighs, his chest, his arms, whatever. The display was sickening, a pathetic attempt at holding onto ocean waves.
When Olli had sighed, shifted, and rolled his eyes for what seemed to be the millionth time, Ozzie regarded him with a curious raise of his eyebrow. For a second, he looked like he might speak, but Mammon stole his mouth with his fingers. Olli's eyes narrowed into glowing slits, almost entirely closed, but he didn't speak.
Mammon had all but vacated his spot beside Ozzie on the curved bench seat wrapped around the table at this club, riding his thigh while his claws dug into the gargantuan demon's mane. For what it was worth, as long as Mammon wasn't talking, Ozzie was fine with him putting on a show, much as he knew the other was showboating something awful. It didn't bother him as long as Mammon could back up the claims he was making, and the main reason Asmodeus still slept with him, and not Leviathan, was because at least he was good at sex.
Levi had nailed the coffin shut on his covetousness when he'd not only been a clingy, cuddly lump afterward, but he hadn't even managed to get Ozzie off. Being stupid clingy and bad at sex had fairly well blacklisted him from Ozzie's side. He was a selfish lover, only interested in his own pleasure, and that hadn't worked for Asmodeus at all.
Mammon, at least, could show a slut a good time. He even had scant spaces between breaths when he'd thoroughly plowed Ozzie for the moment where he was allowed to get handsy, to grab and pull and cling to his greedy little heart's desire. It was those seconds of spent satisfaction on Ozzie's part that made the occasional clinging okay, at least until he got tired of it.
Even now, it had Fizzarolli turning his eyes away, tightening the hold of his arms around his chest, and Ozzie absently dropped a hand to pet down his back. As soon as Mammon caught sight of that, his tongue dove into Ozzie's mouth, and his attention was snatched away again.
The week wore on like that with no break, the different sins showing up to see Ozzie for one reason or another, and Fizzarolli had been in a funk because of it. Lucifer, at least, hadn't asked much of him; Just a clown for a birthday party. Then again, that was asking more of Fizzarolli than it was of Ozzie, but he counted that as a win, really. Lucifer hadn't been ready to fuck his lights out and steal Ozzie's attention from him. Like Mammon, he greedily sucked down being in the spotlight.
Tuesday saw the twins coming over for what Fizzarolli assumed was some kind of orgy that would last for months on end, and he didn't particularly want to see it happen. All four of the RoboFizzes that lived in the sex toy room near the bedroom had jumped at the chance to get in on it the second Beelze leaned on the doorway in nothing but a black sheer robe. All four of her hands slid up her body, over her sizable hips and breasts, before smoothing her short blonde hair back against the top of her head.
Watching the excited ease with which they fell for her charms, eyes following the smooth-skinned cat back to the bedroom, had Fizzarolli huffing in front of the TV. Sat up on the dresser in front of it, he glared at the screen, hating how much of Ozzie he could see reflected in the screen. Baal's mouth had descended upon his cock, and it pulled sounds from him that Olli found to be distasteful if someone else produced them in his Ozzie.
It wasn't always like this, and he knew that, even if he only recognized it dimly. Ozzie would put out for almost anyone (much to several demons' chagrin, he did have his preferences), but there was a massive difference between any demon off the street, the RoboFizzes, Fizzarolli himself, and the other sins. Baal and Beelze, especially, made great cases for themselves, turning their sin into desire. How many times had Ozzie proudly boasted that all sins started from a place of lust? That desire of some level could be applied to all of them, and that it was no surprise to him that all of them desired him?
They sure as shit weren't the only ones, and it had Fizzarolli's nipples in a twist, apparently.
As he gazed at the way Ozzie's mouth dropped open as Baal swallowed him whole, his body burned with equal amounts desire and disgust. Finally turning when Beelze joined the men on the bed, crawling up and baring herself to Ozzie like some kind of sexual soda fountain, Fizzarolli wrung his hands. Ozzie's goat head took to lapping at her while Ozzie's fingers slid inside her, and something in the imp snapped. This couldn't continue, not without him.
Extending his legs to reach the bed without touching the floor, he let the mechanics whirr to announce his presence. At first, his face was stuffed underneath Ozzie's balls, licking and lapping at his pussy while Baal continued to work his cock over like he'd never get enough. Truly, Fizzarolli knew Ozzie was addicting, that he was perfect, the best lay in Hell. His cum, his slick, it was the most divine ichor anyone could taste, and the three demons currently using him couldn't get it inside them fast enough.
The well-practiced, loud moans leaving him were muffled by how deep his tongue was inside of Beelze's cunt, but that didn't matter. They were all panting and groaning as it was, and Baal thrust against nothing as he reached over to stroke Fizzarolli's prehensile cock. At first, he stiffened, before finally sinking into it with a low whine. His face pushed against Ozzie's hole, licking and lapping at it, and he soon found himself being almost sucked inside.
One of Olli's arms slithered over Ozzie's thigh, tickling it as he felt for the gluttonous demon's dick, working him over in that magic hand.
Really, Ozzie was a beautiful sight like this, his back arched and body prone for pleasure, and all three of his partners seemed to agree that his pleasure was important, too. Maybe it was more important than their own. Beelze drug her hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples carefully to earn another loud squawk of pleasure.
"Cl-close–" Beelze gasped, starting to rock her hips, her hands digging into the fluff on Ozzie's chest. He tugged her over to his main head to finish her up, laving his flat tongue over her clit and leaving her a shaking, starved mess, "G-gonna get on your– Yo-your cock when he's done wi-with it."
That made Olli growl a little, and he pulled his face free of Ozzie's wet folds to whine.
"I want him next." He whimpered a little, a pathetic sound and pout on his lips, "That's okay, right, Babe?"
Ozzie groaned, loving the spirit of lust that was palpable in the room right now. His hips rounded up and Fizzarolli pushed two hands all the way inside his lover's pussy, moaning as he thrust them in and out.
"Yesssssss, you can all have me~" He gasped finally, his voice coming out of the bull's mouth as he continued to busy himself with Beelze's pleasure. She began to quake, her face planting itself against Ozzie's chest as she quivered and whined, so close she could taste it. A chorus of robotic giggling joined her cry of pleasure as she glazed Ozzie's face thoroughly, and the RoboFizzes descended upon the four writhing demons. It took them long enough, Olli thought absently.
All eight of them could keep going for hours at a time, and they intended on making the best of it. Ozzie was kept satisfied by the adventurousness of his partners, and Olli continued to do his best to be the best one in the room for him. It was more than important to him that he kept Ozzie's attention, even if he didn't realize he'd always have it. Fizzarolli was so important to him, even if he never said as much.
That didn't stop the imp from wanting to squirrel Ozzie away to himself after the twins left the house and the robots had to charge. Monopolizing his time was something the Alpha was good at, he might have been better than Mammon, even.
AN: This wasn't meant to be smutty, it went in a direction I didn't expect, oops. But I did enjoy working on this. It was so much fun to write! I hope y'all enjoyed it!
Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 8 - Jealousy