Put Your D Into It

by Sunshinecackle

30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 4. If nothing else, one of Ozzie's weird poems could probably be put to music. Fizzarozzie.

Title: Put Your Dick Into It

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie's Home, Ozzie's Club

Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie, RoboFizz/Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Fizzarrolli, RoboFizz, Asmodeus | Ozzie, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)

Genre: Erotic/Romance/Humor

Rating: E

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 3103

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 4 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, AU - Omegaverse, AU - A/B/O, Teasing, Theft, Minor Violence, Minor Injury, Unsanitary, M/M/M/M/M, M/F, Ozzie Has A Dick Balls And Vagina, Fantasies, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Macro/Micro

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the RoboFizzes

Summary: If nothing else, one of Ozzie's weird poems could probably be put to music.

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 writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

I had so much fun with this, I hope y'all like it. It was meant to be so much shorter but in the end I just went where the prompt took me.
Put Your Dick Into It

This had to have been the hardest thing he'd ever been asked to do, no pun intended.

Composing jokes and stand-up routines was something he'd always been adept at. He could improvise with the best of them, he'd made all kinds of demons and sinners alike laugh and smile with his creative prowess. Hell, he made Ozzie laugh and smile at least once every day.

And yet, here he was, incapable of a single. Fucking. Word.

Scrubbing his hands over his face, his mechanics whirred in their own form of a growl and he thought he just might combust. He'd never hit a creative block in his entire life, and here he was, struggling to put anything down on the fancy, lacy stationary he'd been staring at for the last two hours. The sides were covered in red swirls, dots, and hatched patterns that he'd laid down absently while he struggled to find words. He'd colored in the white lace against the deep red border in a few places, anything to move the pen in his hand. The pale pink lined portion in the middle remained untouched save for a scant few red dots at the top of the page.

A frustrated grunt left him and he pulled his hands down his face, snarling at the wall across from him as if it was the reason for his upset. Glaring at the ceiling of his bedroom that he didn't usually use, he strained his ears to hear the telltale scraping of Ozzie's couch on the wooden floor as he slammed it into the wall. Sure was easy for him to fuck whoever's lights out while Olli was down here suffering. He didn't think he was necessarily jealous-jealous, but man did he think a good dicking would help his mood, at least. The demon no doubt getting plowed up there was definitely having a better time than he was.

After a moment, the jester finally turned his attention back to his impromptu art project, and with another growl, he thunked his forehead into the desk. Twice, then a third time for good measure, he gave a deep whine as he turned his head to the side, staring at the bedside table across from him. Usually, the sparse decoration and lack of character in this room didn't bother him, but he suddenly had the bright idea to look up furnishings and decorations that weren't so generic.

Maybe 'generic' wasn't the right word for the different pinks, greens, reds, and blues that covered every surface and made the room pop. The room dripped sex appeal, like any room that Ozzie graced with his creative eye, but Fizzarolli had never really made 'his' bedroom his. Almost from the first night he'd started staying here he'd stayed in Ozzie's room, and that had never really changed.

The bedroom in the basement housed his clothes, as it was easier than using an Ozzie-sized closet, and he used the bathroom down here most of the time, too. Showers with Ozzie were taken in the en suite bathroom connected to the King's room, but if he took them alone, he was down here. Most of that was due to this part of the house being, for the most part, imp-sized. Well, imps and anyone else just as small and likely delicate as an imp. Ozzie had probably seen too many demons fall into his toilet before deciding to just get one the right size for them.

The thought made Fizzarolli snicker, and he picked his head up from the desk, shaking his head. If only he could be spending his requested time sequestered away in the basement of Ozzie's opulent home not being sequestered away to work. For a moment, he let his mind wander. Who was up there with Ozzie? Knowing his lover, it could be literally anyone, and maybe that was the welcome distraction he needed.

Verosika, maybe? Nah, he couldn't hear her moaning. Whoever he had couldn't be Mammon, either, because he was a shrieky thing whenever he knew Fizzarolli was still home. The power behind whoever was doing the fucking could have been Paimon, he realized, and he screwed his eyes shut to see if he couldn't hear Ozzie begging for it. That, he was sure, would tell him everything he needed to know, but he also recognized that any number of gags could be employed here.

This was taking him nowhere. He had to have these stupid lyrics done for tonight, and he hadn't even started. Perhaps smashing his face through the desk and putting himself out of commission for a few days was the only way to make it through this. His hands gripped the burdensome wood firmly, and he raised one lip in disgust at himself. No, no, he couldn't hurt his dashing clown face. It was half of his ability to make money, and something that Ozzie was intensely attracted to.

Not that he didn't think that Ozzie wouldn't pay out the ass (even if he had to make a deal with Mammon) to get him plastic surgery to fix the damage.

Finally getting up, he figured he'd try a drink and a snack (and a peek into the living room) to see if any of those things helped. He was banking on the peek as good fuel for his work because a sandwich and some soda weren't exactly sexy, but he didn't really know. It all depended on the show put on for him, he supposed. If Ozzie caught him staring, it'd only get better, too. He was nothing if not a performer, too, which was why they worked so well, Olli thought. Both of them couldn't resist putting on a show.

Taking the stairs three at a time, he figured that the faster he escaped his self-made prison the better. Maybe he was just running from it, but he wasn't going to admit that. He'd never done this before, never had such a hard time with his work, never wanted to hide from it, and it was driving him batty. Rounding the doorway and walking into the kitchen, he closed his eyes and sniffed the air. Omega, he noted almost immediately. From the sounds they were making, he'd guess female, and she was getting absolutely ruined.

An envious pang of arousal shot through his body and he sucked in a deep breath through his teeth. The Alpha's scent soured as he stalked to the fridge, extending his legs so he could reach the handles to get his sandwich stuff. The freezer being on the bottom was easier for him to get into, but he couldn't be fucked with cooking right now. He had work to do and he was already distracted enough. The continued thudding, the quiet begging on her part, and the hushed purr that was leaving Ozzie had him a little more growly than he wanted to think about.

How many times did he forget his place in making a simple ham sandwich? Hell's Gates, this was ridiculous. What was he going to see if he poked his head into the living room? Some pretty little succubus on her back? An imp on her side, one leg curled up against her side and the other up and folded back against her chest? Absently, he mused that it didn't matter what anyone else could do for Ozzie, they couldn't even dream of being as flexible as he was, even before his arms and legs were removed and replaced.

Fond memories crashed into him and he just about dropped the jar of mayo onto the floor. As far as he was aware, Ozzie hadn't noticed he was in the main floor of the house, and he kind of wanted to keep it that way. He heard the thrumming hum of Ozzie's voice but couldn't make out his words, imagining the kinds of depraved things he was saying to the Omega no doubt writhing beneath him. He felt his cock flip against his thigh, closing his eyes for a second to relish in the music they were making. He needed a drink and to stop making a Satan-damned mess, and he had to keep moving, but it felt impossible.

Whatever Asmodeus had said brought a gagged cry out of the girl with him, and it perked Fizzarolli up a little more. If he could just get to the vaulted ceiling, and he could do it, a little peek over the wall dividing the kitchen from the living room wouldn't hurt. Ozzie had liked the gap between the wall and ceiling enough to remodel the damn house for it, and Olli had to admit it wasn't that bad of an idea. Walking over the center island he'd made his sandwich on, he shot up to place his hands on the wall, watching Ozzie as he moved.

Regardless of who had the reddish pink leg wrapped loosely around Ozzie's slim hips, she was getting absolutely destroyed. Anyone Ozzie deigned to bring home, client, fling, or otherwise, typically left with jelly for legs and a dazed kind of crush. A soft chitter left him as he watched the steady pounding of his lover's hips, and he clenched down on nothing, exhaling until his lungs burned and holding it. If he spent any longer staring, he was going to start stinking up the place, so he returned to the counter to grab his sloppy snack. Putting everything away could wait because he'd decided on going to Ozzie's room instead.

With a soda in hand and his sandwich leaving behind a trail of mayonnaise drips behind him as he bit into it, he hung right to take the few steps up to Ozzie's room. Not particularly into the idea of leaving them behind, he found himself hesitating up each step to the door. There was a somewhat long landing between the two sets of three stairs, and he took it with delicate, small steps like he just might decide to go and ask for a threeway. Like that would go well.

He didn't recognize the Omega's scent, which told him that it was most likely a client that wasn't going to want to pay an extra wad of cash to include him. Ozzie always jacked the price up impossibly high when Fizzarolli joined them, and so many of his johns and janes just didn't request it. That was mostly the point, really, because Ozzie knew how he felt about other demons.

Opening the door to their room (he was more than ecstatic to call it that in his head), he listened for a moment to see if he could hear them. The robotic voices he recognized as an odd extension of his own chatted away in the side room off the main bedroom, and he made a beeline to them. Maybe one of the RoboFizzes could help him out. They were made for sex, so they could do this, right?

"Hey, guys–"

"Heeeeeeeey, Fizzy~" One of them replied coyly, almost immediately dropping his arms and the toy he held in both hands. For a second, he pressed it lengthwise against his crotch, notably resting it on his dick, before drawing it up to his chest to hug it like it was a plush toy, "We weren't doing anything."

"Yeah," Another added, the one that looked the oldest of the four. Ozzie had said that his were prototypes, save for one of them that had been the first finalized version off the line.

"We're behaving." The newest one nodded definitively as he grinned, making an attempt at looking innocent despite the way his face was moving into a devious grin.

"Don't worry about us, we're just schemi–" The last RoboFizz was hushed by the first three, and Olli just rolled his eyes.

"Shut it, I don't care. I need your help with something else, though." His hands shifted from his hips to his chest, arms crossing as he looked away, "I have to write a song to sing at the club tonight, and I can't figure anything out. I don't know how to do this shit, and it's killing me. Apparently, I can't write a Satan damned song for the life of me."

Each of the robots glanced between each other, their smiles falling slightly as they whirred and one's processor grumbled a little. It was something they couldn't seem to process because they knew that Fizzarolli's blood was performance.

"Why can't you do it? You're usually good at that kind of thing." One of the older models spoke, the red stripe down his face indicating he'd been the second prototype.

"I don't fucking know. I've been staring at a blank page for two hours, and I can't get my mind wrapped around doing anything for this."

"Your brain's empty?" The newer model asked, taking a step forward and placing a hand on Fizzarolli's shoulder as an act of sympathy. A green stripe in the same vein as the others reached down his nose to denote which one he was.

"It's like all my creativity just got zapped out of me. I can compose a stand-up routine easy peasy, I'm the best at improv, I can do anything with a simple prompt, but… This isn't working for me." It probably had to do with his lack of interest in sex if Ozzie wasn't involved. Maybe if he thought more about fucking Ozzie he'd get somewhere, but that felt so personal it was hard to put details into something like that. Everyone knew they fucked, there was no way they didn't, but letting people think something and confirming the thing were two totally different animals.

The RoboFizz with a purple stripe stepped forward, handing the giant dildo over to the yellow-striped one, leaning forward to catch Fizzarolli's fallen eyes.

"You can do it, you know. I know you have it in you somewhere." He paused, suddenly straightening up and snapping his fingers up near his face, "Wait! I have an idea." A chorus of 'yeah's and 'what?'s filled the room as the other robots crowded around them. Purple's grin only widened and he preened at being the center of attention, "Why don't you borrow some of Ozzie's dirty poetry?"

"His… His what?" Olli's head tilted and his eyes went wide, "He doesn't write poetry. …Does he?"

"Oh, he does, and it's juicy, could probably turn anybody into jelly without getting touched." All four of the robots moaned in sync and Fizzarolli snorted with amusement. Really, he didn't get the appeal of them being such sluts, it wasn't like he was like that. Though Ozzie had a very different opinion on that thought. It didn't take long before his favorite lay was a begging, whining mess most of the time, Ozzie didn't even have to try. Just being wet and hard was enough for Olli, and Ozzie couldn't help but take advantage of that as often as he could.

"Alright, where is it?" Fizzarolli watched as all four bots left the room, some of them bouncing and Green cartwheeling excitedly to the large, heavy wooden desk against the wall with the door to the bedroom. Extending his legs and leaping up onto it, he tugged at a sizable binder, bringing it over to where Olli stood on his elongated legs.

"Here you go~ This binder has the," He paused to make a loud kissing sound in a chef's kiss, "Crème de la crème of his work. This'll get anyone in the club wet and hard and if it doesn't, they shouldn't be there."

The robot wasn't even lying. Fizzarolli wasn't usually one to use their expertise, but the four of them were happy to help him choose a poem and handle what it did to him. He had his lyrics, now all he had to do was get some music to go with it.

That night at the club, he sang his song like it was the most normal thing in the world, only citing that he had a little help with it from an anonymous 'donor.' During his spectacular performance, all Ozzie could do was smirk, because he knew who that 'anonymous donor' was. He absently stroked himself through his act, unable to find any anger inside his body. It really was hot. When his musical number was over and he'd announced the next act, the whole club reeked of horny Alphas and Omegas, and he knew he'd done a good job. Bounding up to Ozzie's balcony, he grinned up at him like he knew what he'd done and wouldn't be repenting for his egregious sins.

Ozzie loved that about him.

"Thought you were above plagiarism, Olli Baby." He growled playfully, placing a hand on either side of Fizzarolli on the balcony, pinning him down against it. If nothing else, Olli knew he was hard, not just by his scent but the visual as his enormous cock bobbed right in his line of sight, dribbling onto the floor.

"Whose words are better than yours for something like this? It was a fuckin' hit, too." And he really wasn't wrong. Asmodeus chuckled darkly as he leaned in, nuzzling the other's face before nipping his shoulder.

"If you wanted to use my work you should have asked. People are going to think I was the thief when I publish my collection. I'll be forced to leave that one out." He almost sounded pouty, and Olli purred loudly.

"You're not mad at me, right?" Looking up his nose at the other, trying on the cutest face he had in his arsenal.

"No. But you are going to be punished for this."

"Ooooooh, yes."

"Turn around, pants off, and bend over Baby," Ozzie growled, and Olli jumped to do it, whipping around and shoving his ass out with a delighted chitter. Shucking his pants, he whined as his cock slapped wetly against his stomach, no doubt staining his top.

"Good boy," Ozzie purred into his ear, "See? You can behave. But a little good behavior won't end your sentence."

"I'll accept my punishment like a mo-model citizen." Feeling Ozzie thrusting against his stomach had his eyelids dropping to half-mast.

"Good. I'm going to ruin you right here, and you better not make a peep."

"Y-yes, Master."

Not that Ozzie was going to make it easy for him. No, Fizzarolli was going to struggle, he was going to have to suck on Ozzie's fingers to keep himself quiet, and Ozzie was more than looking forward to it. If someone stared, so be it; They both loved to be the center of attention, anyway.

AN: For a fic that was meant to be 1k or under, this became a damn monster. I still like it, though, it was so damn fun to work on.

Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 4 - Song