AN: You can't see it, but I'm hiding my face in shame. Stupid 24-Hr clock…

Disclaimer: Bonesboy15 doesn't own Helluva Boss or Naruto. The following is a written work of fan-fiction. It contains adult language and situations. Reader discretion is advised.

One Knuckleheaded Glutton

The One With Kawarimi no Jutsu

A baggy-eyed Blitzø stared at his phone as he paced the office for I.M.P., while Millie and Moxxie just fucking watched him from where they sat eating their carry-in breakfast.

"Come on, Loony, tell daddy that you're okay," he muttered. "Just fucking tell me you didn't get kidnapped again!"

It'd been a full twenty-four hours since Loona locked him in their bathroom and went out to get coffee. The last time she did that, it'd been because she'd started her heat cycle and didn't want him to bother her for the day. Given how well she's been doing at work, and the phenomenal job she did at that shitty knock off theme park, he decided to just let her be. He'd at least expected a question about the state of the apartment his amazing escape had left it in, but there's been nothing, not even a single post on her Voxtagram.

"She didn't get kidnapped the last time, either, Sir." Moxxie chimed in oh-so unhelpfully as he topped off his boiled egg. Fat assed little prick, she was too and that's the story Blitzø was sticking with.

"She's probably out with her fuzzy friend." Millie offered with a snort. Slowly, Blitzø looked up from his phone to growl at the shortstack. His hand reached for his holstered flintlock – you could never be too prepared in Imp City – before he stopped and lowered it back to his side.

"Don't. Even. Fucking. Joke." He glared as his lip curled and his left eye twitched. He opened his mouth to start a rant on the fucking pedophilic Royal that was lurking around his baby, only to unintentionally cut himself off with a long yawn. He ended it with a growl and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes while Millie and Moxxie frowned at him.

"Y'all right, boss?"

"Aside from Loona's blessed absence, that is." Moxxie added.

"Fuck off, Moxxie. And no, Mils, I'm not alright." He put his hands to his back and pushed to crack it. "Fu-u-uck me in the ass with a shit-covered dick, that couch is not fucking great to sleep on! Not only that, but there's some kind of fucking remodeling shit going on upstairs and it only fucking ended an hour before you two dipshits got in."

"We got neighbors!?" Millie asked, far too excited by the prospect. "We should drop in and say hi!"

"Love the enthusiasm, Mils, but there fat fucking chance of that happening. I went to go check it out last night and some giant fuck-off Hellhound with one eye was blocking the fire door!"

"You didn't try the elevator, Sir?" Moxxie asked.

"It was locked out by the fucking construction company. At two in the fucking morning!" Blitzø huffed. He opened his mouth to complain more about the shit night he had when his phone shrieked. He looked down at it and sighed in relief. "Oh, thank fuck. Loony made it home. She went out and got plastered...Good for her!"

"Sir, the last time she got drunk she met–"

"Mox, I don't want to fucking hear it. If she fucked someone, that's her business...and I'm too fucking tired to get too upset about that shit right now." He would take a nap and then get justifiably pissed. Blitzø yawned again and walked into his office with a stretch. "I'm gonna try sleeping in my chair for a few hours. If a client shows up, take their name and tag it on the wall."

"Uh, what about Loona, sir?" Moxxie asked.

"She'll be in when she's in." Blitzø shrugged. If she had a hangover, he was not pestering her. He made that mistake once and still had the scars to prove it.

Sure enough, not two hours later did Loona make it in. Irritable, hungover and with a cast on her leg. Apparently, she got hit by a car while partying near Sloth, got in and out of the hospital in record time, then made it home late last night. When asked who helped her get to the hospital, home, etc., they were told to "shut the fuck up" and mind their "fucking business".

Weird how she kept a small smile on her face throughout the day whenever she wasn't snarling at them for aggravating her hangover. Usually while she scrolled through her phone. Meh, if it was important, Blitzø would have picked up on it.

Anyway, at the end of the very not busy day, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona left to go stay at a friend's she made while out drinking – "She's got a girlfriend, Blitzø, stop clutching your fuckin' pearls!" – while Blitzø once more stayed behind to figure out just what was being set up in the offices upstairs.

And to have access to the on-site running water in the bathroom.

The last week had been a figurative Hell for Naru-Lzebub. Why? There were two reasons:

His elder 'sister', Bee, while left unsupervised, had alerted his – ...Cousin? ...Brother? ...Uncle? ...Uncle – his uncle-figure that he was dating. Oh, some may think that's not so bad, to which he would promptly laugh at them, then kick this incorrect hypothetical idiot in the crotch, tie them to a chair, and hook them up to a fucking car battery for the rest of the day. It's bad, no, it's worse than bad; it's very fucking bad. It's very fucking bad because the fucking Sin of Lust himself kept blowing Naruto's fucking phone up with stupid bits of fucking advice (literally) and then there were the fucking advertisements. Fuck, don't even get him started on the advertisements!

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Those were the tame ones. The ones he didn't need to drink bottles of Beelzejuice to forget about after he deleted them.

The other reason the week sucked was that he had promised — while he was sleepy and he suffered the effects of a grateful, good morning 'Boop' — to fix the damage to Loona's apartment not only he left, but that Blitzø left in his escape from the bathroom. This shouldn't be as annoying as the last headache of the week, but considering he not only had to buy the whole apartment building just to get the little cheapskate shithead of a landlord to let him work on it – thank fuck Bee let him be so liberal with their House's money – he had to fix the fucking place with his clones.

Given how much of an immature, annoying little shit he could be sometimes and the fact that the temperature in the Pride Ring was relatively high today – this Ring did not have central air in most buildings because that defeats the purpose – due to a sudden influx of 'believers' from some ritual gone wrong last night, one could see why the Duke of Gluttony was so frustrated about it all.

"Alright, that should do it." Naruto stepped back from the bathroom sink. He grabbed the radio set atop the closed toilet and contacted the clone at the water control. "Go ahead and turn it on."

"Say something, Boss? You've got to hold down the button, over."

"Cheeky, Sonova–" Naruto closed his eyes and pinged the clone. "Turn. On. The. Fucking. Water."

"Turn on the fucking ...what? I keep losing you, over."

"I fucking hate you. So much." He grumbled as he glared at the device in his hand. His ear flicked to the snort that came from the living room. A claw pointed out at the source without looking away from the radio in his hand. "You shush. You do not get to laugh."

"I didn't laugh." Loona refuted, her attention firmly on the phone in her hand, and he could fucking hear the coy little smirk on her face. The goddamn hot air was filled with her sweet scent and the taste of her 'amusement' was palpable.

"You snorted."

"That's not a laugh."

"It's the implication behind it that matters, Loona."

"Just finish fixing the fucking sink so we can get started on lunch."

"So I can get started on lunch, you mean."

"You're the one that offered to cook." This hound—! Her saving grace period of being 'broken' ended this morning, and she would do well to remember that fact.

"Boss, are we done? Can I turn the water back on, over?"

"Yes!" Naruto snapped into the radio.

"What, over?"

"Turn the fucking water on. Over." He grit out. There was a blood vessel bursting on the fucking horizon, he just fucking knew it.

"Roger, over!"

Naruto gave it a second, then two, and then turned on the faucet. Mercifully, unlike the last two times they tried this, the water flowed where it was supposed to – he had no idea how he'd mixed the flow line up to the toilet to turn it into a high-powered bidet, but that mistake set him back two days – thank the merciful forces of Life. What? Naruto was a bonafide House Demon, not a fucking monster. He turned the faucet off, and on, and then off once more before he was satisfied.

"Alright, we're good. Go ahead and dispel. Over." Naruto told his clone. The radio in his hand went up in smoke. He wiped his hands off on a towel and swore when a claw got caught. The sharp rip had him grimace and glance at the lounging Hellhound. "Uh, sorry?"

Loona barely looked away from her phone.

"It's cool. It's Blitzø's towel."

"Oh. Alright then." Into the rag bin it went. Naruto gathered up the supplies he'd brought with him and packed them away into a tool box, which he then ate in a single bite. He let out a small burp and wiped his mouth with his arm. "Oof. 'Scuse me. Tools are tangy."

"That's disgusting."

"You think so?" She gave a firm nod. He smirked as he came over to the couch, picked the Hellhound up and sat down where she was with her now in his lap. The growl as he hugged her from behind was matched with a Rumble. His tail shweshed against the couch cushions while her tail whapped the pleather side. He huffed into her pierced ear. "What's disgusting is the bill I'm going to saddle you with for repairs."

Her tail stopped.

"The fuck you are." Loona glared at him from the corner of her eye.

"Cost of labor, hourly pay, lunch funds—"

"Your clones did most of the fucking work!"

"Yeah, but they are all me, so in essence, I did 'most of the fucking work'."

"You're a pedantic ass."

"That may be true, but I'll have you know that I have it on good authority that I am a cute pedantic ass." He lost himself to a snicker fit when Loona growled and elbowed his gut, which did very little to abate his amusement. Especially when he knew from experience she didn't put any effort into it. Her tail tickled his shin as it wagged and her scent was laced with all sorts of delicious 'vibes'. That stupid familiar-but-not one he still couldn't fucking place — He'd decided to dub it the 'F.B.N. Vibe' — was extremely prominent among the other sweet morsels of 'Amusement' 'Comfort' and 'Playful'.

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"Always whenever I'm done working in a bathroom. Never fails." Naruto sighed and moved one hand from where it rested on Loona's curvy hip to his jeans' pocket. He pulled his Hellphone out and stared at the text. His lip curled and any plans to relax he may have had for the day were immediately tossed out the nearest window without a chance to land safely.

"Tch, goddammit." A scowl pulled at his lips and he read through the text. The unasked question was then addressed as he scrolled the details. "My sister's annoying meathead of a boyfriend hired me for a job–Oh, cool! Going topside. Less annoyed now."

"Your sister has a boyfriend?" Loona asked. Naruto glanced at her with an arched eyebrow.

"Yeah? Why, disappointed?" She hummed innocently, her sweet scent still tapped with the 'Playful' from before. Well, two could play that game! He tightened his hold around her and gave her a rough nuzzle to the chin. "Aw! Don't be sad, Loona! I know I'm only a consolation prize, but I'll get you over this loss."

"Fuck off." She snorted, pushed his face back with one hand and snagged his phone with the other. ...Hey, wait a minute!

"Loona, you can't just grab my phone like that! It's got confidential—!"

Oh, this dirty bitch! Swift kisses like that one were definitely cheating! He fought to regain a semblance of his coherency while he blindly reached for his phone.

"Weird, that's where I.M.P. is." She twisted away from his attempt to reclaim his property to read through the text. Her eyes bulged. "What the shit?! Naruto! Your job pays like, five times as much as one of Blitzø's hits! And that's a ...daily charge?!"

"Well, duh." He deadpanned as he took his phone back with a growl. A flash of teeth on both ends was reconciled with a half-Boop, where their tips just grazed instead of pressed. He pocketed his phone and pulled himself out from beneath the Hellhound to go grab his rustic bomber jacket from where he hung it in the shower. "It's harder to protect somebody than it is to kill them, y'know."

"Bull shit." Loona huffed and crossed her arms. "I work with fucking assassins, and they're not the best, but they do their jobs. It's very fucking hard to kill people–How would you even know that?"

"Because anyone can kill anyone." He pulled his jacket on and adjusted the sleeves so the concealed weapons — and emergency Ramen Packets, can't forget his emergency Ramen Packets — within wouldn't fall out. "The real trick is doing it without getting caught."

"Is that some 'ninja' crock you picked up from before?" She scoffed. He glanced at her and noted the flick in her ear. A subtle sniff—yep, her sweet Vanilla was now mixed with genuine sour 'Annoyance', bitter 'Disquiet' 'Disappointment' with a small hint of 'Envy' to top it off. He walked back to her and crouched a bit to look her in the eye.

"Yes."

"Oh, go fuck yourself." She growled at him and he rolled his eyes. She wasn't fully sold on his past— he totally understood; it was a hard pill to swallow, and he lived through it—and whenever it was brought up, she mocked him for it. Which was, well, not cool, but it was whatever. Levi and Mammon did the same shit, and were way more hateful about it. Oddly enough, Lucifer didn't partake and often told them off whenever they were at a gathering. Which was weirdly...nice, but fuck that Short-King Wannabe on principle.

Unfortunately, him knowing why the Hellhound was so upset didn't really help with making her stop being that way if she didn't want to. So rather than start a fight, he decided to catch her off guard.

"Look," he rubbed his face. "Do you want to argue about whether I'm charged fairly for what I do, or do you want to come meet Verosika Mayday with me?"

That definitely threw her off her game.

"Mee–What?!"

"The guy my sister fucks on the regular is Mayday's bodyguard." Naruto shrugged. "He's the jackass that suggested I do something with all my 'free time' instead of lazing about and mooching off of my sister. Like he fucking knows anything about our dynamic."

"Hold the fuck on." Loona grabbed his shoulders, gorgeous red eyes wide as she stared at him. "You've got connections to Verosika "Suck 'Til You Dry Up" Mayday ...And our first date was to go fucking hunting?"

"Are you saying you don't want the rest of the Stag meat in your freezer?" He shot back dryly. She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again before she let go of him and growled with her ears back against her head. He nodded. "That's what I thought."

"That's not—Naruto!"

"Loona." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Just because I know he's her bodyguard doesn't mean I've ever met her in person."

"Oh, like I fucking believe that!" She crossed her arms and snarled. Ugh, it wasn't fair that she was hot when she was angry.

"..Fuck, fine, we met like two months ago." He groaned as his shoulders slumped. He furrowed his brow and rubbed his chin. "Right after you and I met. Fuckin' weird coincidence..Anyway, she and her succubi posse were all hopped up on some kind of weird Lust high. Freaked both Bee and I out. One of them jumped a clone and tried to—actually, I never really figured out what that was an attempt of. Murder? Assault?"

"But you've met her!"

"We never had one conversation, like I said she was high on some Lust shit!" He threw his arms up before he lowered them and growled into his hands. A deep breath, it's not Loona's fault that she's blinded by the fame, nor his that he didn't like things associated with Lust. "Jus—Do you want to fucking come meet her or not?!"

"Do I want to—Yes, shithead!" Loona slugged his arm with a growl. He growled right back and they glared at each other. Her tail snapped at the air once while his whipped behind him like a viper. Hot breaths were exchanged as they held the glare.

"...I'm going to shower and change." Loona finally snarled to break the silence. Her claw jabbed his chest. "If you even fucking think about leaving before I'm ready–!"

"Don't fucking tempt me!" He snapped back. She growled at him and stormed past to get into the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind her. He leaned against the kitchen island and he ran a hand over his eyes. "Fuck me."

He'd better send Vore-Tex a fucking message that he'd be running late. And figure out a way to apologize.

Loona growled incoherently as she stepped through the House of Sin portal to the lot outside of I.M.P.'s office building. No sign of the van, guess Blitzø still had the others with him on that ammo run. The rush of energy behind her ceased flowing as her – ...Almost-boyfriend? ...Almost-boyfriend. –her almost-boyfriend came out of it behind her.

Fucker's lucky he waited. Loona thought with a huff. She'd come out of her room, dressed in her favorite choker, top and shorts, to find the Foxfiend sitting at the kitchen island writing something down while listening to someone on his phone. His ear flicked towards her and he ended the call, smiling at her as if he hadn't been a total ass not twenty minutes ago. His tail did its dumb adorable wriggling, but she kept her eyes on him.

She wasn't falling for his stupid fucking platitudes or tricks after he dropped the bomb that he fucking knew the hottest pop star in all of Hell and decided not to fucking mention it until now!? There were all sorts of insecurities that sudden revelation brought to the forefront of her mind — she's just an Imp's Hellhound for fuck's sake and he's a fucking Duke; she grew up in a fucking cell while he suckled on a silver fucking spoon — and Loona wasn't keen on addressing any of them right now.

Was it a petty reason to be pissed? Probably, but Loona wasn't not capable of being a petty bitch. After all, she learned from the fucking best: Blitzø.

"WHOSE GAUDY ASS FUCKING SLUT MOBILE IS IN MY FUCKING SPOT?!"

"As if on fucking cue." Loona growled and crossed her arms. Naruto looked at her with an arched brow. She ignored him. Her focus was on her adoptive father, as he bitched over a parking spot. The longer and louder it went on, the more she wondered if she should be recording this.

"He's certainly creative with his insults and threats," the Foxfiend beside her muttered. She glanced at him, his focus was also on Blitzø, and decided not to start anything. He wasn't wrong with the assumption, but she wasn't going to hop on a bandwagon with him right now.

"—WITH A RUSTY FUCKING SPOON! NOW WHO IS THE DEAD MOTHERFUCKER THAT TOOK MY SPOT?!"

"I did it, Blitz-O."

Hot damn, she's even hotter in person. Loona definitely had her phone out now. She recorded the exchange between her adoptive father and the Underworld's hottest Pop Star...that was also his ex-girlfriend?! How did so many people she know know fucking Verosika Mayday?! She lowered her phone and snarled as she stormed toward the Imp she lived with.

"Blitzø?!"

"Not now, Lo-Loony!" She snarled at him when he ran to hug her and shoved him away when he managed to land the glomp. Time and place motherfucker, learn it!

"You dated Verosika Mayday?! The hottest Pop Star in Hell—"

"Thank you! Love that top." The succubus smiled at her and Loona felt her stomach twist.

"Uh-er, yeah, thanks." One of her now burning ears flicked back at the snort from her almost-boyfriend. She sent a glare at him over her shoulder before she glared back at Blitzø. "You dated her and you didn't think to tell me?!"

"Trust me, Loony. You're not missing much of a story there. A lot of lube was needed. Like, a lot." He huffed as he dusted himself off before he glared at the Foxfiend. "And what the fuck are you doing skulking around here, Kidnapper?!"

"Waiting for a chance to strike again, obviously. Curses, your guard was down, my plan is ruined, I've been thwarted. We'll meet again, Blitzø." Naruto deadpanned back.

...Fuck, that was pretty good, but Loona really had to not laugh right now. Given that Mayday and her posse were losing her shit, and Millie and Fatty were giggling up a storm, and Blitzø looked ready to burst a vessel... The struggle was real.

Unaware of the torment she was in due to him, the foxfiend put strode past her, the rest of I.M.P., and Verosika fucking Mayday herself just to glare up at another Hellhound. That was muscled, tall, inked, blooded, scarred...Unholy shit, he's hot. ..And probably the same boyfriend of Bee-Lzebub that Naruto told her got him the job. The Foxfiend glowered up at the taller hound, as he glared down. Fuck.

"Vore-Tex."

...Wait, like the kink?

"Naru-Lzebub."

Shit, he has a deep voice. Sounded experienced and...she really shouldn't be focusing on that..

But she and Naruto weren't official yet, so...

However this Hellhound was with fucking Bee-Lzebub,so what could Loona offer him she couldn't?

...On the other hand, he was hot...

"Gonna let that slide this time since you asked Bee to put me on the job."

Vore-Tex growled and it...It didn't really have the same effect on her that Naruto's did. Um, what?! But-but this was clearly a fucking blooded Hellhound! He was big! He was beefy! He was everything Loona always thought she wanted in a boyfriend! Shit, he probably had prime daddy-juice material!

…Fucking Blitzø is corrupting my instincts, she swallowed back whatever her gag reflex had brought up from that last thought.

"Are you going to be a pain in the ass the whole fucking time?"

"Maybe." Naruto shrugged. His tail swished about. Loona reluctantly followed it for a moment before she looked at the cute ass it was attached to. "But I'll do the job half price if you let me bring in a freelancer."

"You made a friend? Who wants to be a bodyguard?"

"Yeah." And then the fucker looked right at her. Wait. Oh, no, he didn't take the shit back at the apartment as a challenge did he? Loona didn't want to be a fucking bodyguard, she didn't care about other people! He damn well better not–! "What do you say, Loona? Want to make a paycheck that's worth a damn?"

...That was a good point. Fuck, why couldn't she think up a rebuttal to that?

"Hey, fuck you, Kidnapper! Don't poach my receptionist!"

"Fu-Blitzø, seriously?!" Loona was so over this little shithead interfering in her life. He looked her dead in the eyes, and in front of fucking everyone, spewed the following load of shit:

"Nope, no way, nuh-uh! Sorry, sweetie, but it's a terrible idea for you to go up top! Spring break is no place for young, vulnerable goth girls. We all know the sort of freaks that would drool all over you!"

He glared right at Naruto right after he said that. The Foxfiend rubbed his jaw and looked up at the sky. His dumb pretty eyes looked back down into hers and that stupid little smirk that made her heart race in a way that drove her up a wall spread across his muzzle.

"That...is a good point." He nodded at Verosika Mayday – Huh, Loona didn't like the look in those hot-pink eyes as they lingered on her almost-boyfriend. What the fuck was that about? – and added, "We'll keep you on backstage duties for now. Let you learn the ropes."

"You're acting like I'm letting this happen." Vore-Tex deadpanned.

"Don't like it? Call Bee and ask her if she's valid." The Foxfiend shrugged. Vore-Tex scrutinized her with his one eye – which should feel hotter than it wasn't, dammit she was spoiled by Naruto's blue eyes; they were so emotive and unfairly pretty – before the Duke of Lzebub really played her up: "She downed four Grey Stags on her first Hunt."

"...Four?" The larger Hellhound sounded impressed. Loona felt her ears burn.

"Four." Naruto nodded.

"When did you hunt Grey Stags?!" Blitzø almost shrieked. Loona glared at him. Then at her almost-boyfriend...or at least, where he'd been. Where did he–aha! There he was, being ushered away with Verosika.

"Oh, just say yes, Tex! If the record label complains, just tell them it's their last time being responsible for the bill!" She called before she leaned in and pushed against Naruto's arm and—okay, Loona was officially not cool with how close they were. "C'mon, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, let me show you your room for next week."

"R-Room?!" Someone snarled in time with Naruto's whimper as he was hauled into the building. She didn't recognize the second voice, it was close though, and–Were her hackles rising? She felt oddly tense all of a sudden. Oh, wait, maybe it was her that snarled?

"Ah, let the Royal D-Bag have that washed up, loose-holed whore, Loona! She's a succubus, which means she's a fuckingexpert at handling rich dicks like him!" Blitzø shouted at the retreating succubus, not only confirming that it was Loona who spoke in time with her almost-boyfriend, but reminding her just who dragged said almost-boyfriend off.

Handling dicks.

"Freaked both Bee and I out."

"...High on some kind of lust shit!"

"Jumped one of my clones...Murder? Assault?"

"We never had one conversation...!"

The succubus pop star wanted to fuck her almost-boyfriend.

The same almost-boyfriend that just spent a week fixing her apartment himself when he could've just paid someone else to do it. The same almost-boyfriend that took time during said week to make her food and help her figure out some of the exercises in the magic books when he himself admitted to be mediocre at magic. The same almost-boyfriend that brought her home from the hospital and stayed with her while she was drunk into the morning to help her with her hangover.

The same almost-boyfriend that she didn't have anything to offer but a bitchy attitude and a shit ton of insecurities. ...What? Loona took Psychology 101 at I.O.U., fuck off.

"Alright, so... I guess you're in?"

"Huh?" Loona blinked and looked at Vore-Tex. Yeah, still hot, but she had other pressing manners to deal with at the moment. She shook her head and brushed past him. "Sure, whatever."

"Great. Name's Vortex." Oh, that made much more sense. "Friends call me Tex. Follow me, I'll see if I can't get you a place to stay–"

"She already has a place to stay and what the fuck Loona, I just said no!" Blitzø ran around to stand in front of her. Loona looked past him at Verosika and watched her pull Naruto into an elevator; her blood boiled as she watched the succubus push up against her almost-boyfriend. She snarled and grabbed the Imp by the collar and held him up.

"I am twenty-one fucking years-old. It's my fucking time off. What I do and who I do it with when I'm not at work is none of your fucking business!" She glared into his eyes as she bared her fangs. "So first, get that through your thick horny skull, then second, go park the fucking van somewhere, and finally do me a fucking favor and fuck off, Dad!"

Her piece said, she dropped Blitzø on the ground and stormed past him into the building. She barely made it to the elevator before she turned around. Vortex, Millie and Fatty were staring at her while Blitzø was still where she dropped him. Her right eye twitched.

"Hey, Vore-Tex! Show me where the fuck that bitch is taking my boyfriend before I tear this fucking building down finding them!"

The larger Hellhound blinked and then chuckled before he caught up to her with a few large strides.

"Bee said you had a fight in you."

"Less chit-chat and more direction, meathead." Loona wasn't in the mood for any platitudes from this guy. Regardless of how hot he was. She had an asshole idiot Foxfiend to find and tell him that they were together before he thought he'd gotten a free pass to fuck a pop star.

She'd understand why he fucked Mayday if it happened – you know, because Hell – but she would not be fucking happy about it.

"Right this way, cutie." Verosika practically squealed as she pulled her treat for being so well behaved at Bee's place into her personal room. She'd been in Imp City for all of a week and there'd been no sign of the hunk anywhere. Anytime she tried to go out, even if disguised, Tex, for all of his professionalism, was clocked and she was unable to get away from her adoring public. They say patience was a virtue...but she lived in Hell, so fuck that shit.

"Huh, someone at your company is either really nice to their help, or you got shafted super hard when it came to room reservations. This place looks large enough to be its own apartment." The Foxfiend muttered.

Aw, his innocence was going to taste delicious. He looked at his arm, still clasped in her hands and squeezed into her amazing tits, and then back at her. Fuck, look at his face! It was damn near phallic in perfection. She couldn't wait to get that fuzzy muzzle in her wet muff.

"Can...I have this back now?"

"Not yet, I have to give you a tour, first." How to tweak her pierced nips the right way, then the right amount of fingers that spread her perfectly. Spoiler alert, the answer is Yes.

"O-kay? Is there a stocked fridge? I kind of haven't eaten yet and I'm really–"

"Let me show you the bed, it's big enough for a nice ol' orgy." She purred, pulling him into the bedroom. Where'd she strip off his jacket and rip off his shirt, get to that sweet orange fuzz underneath and get him all worked up so that it dripped with sweat!

"Big enough for wh–? Oh, yeah, damn, this is a big be-e-e-ed!" The yell came when Verosika hip-tossed him onto it and then straddled his waist. Big beautiful blue eyes stared up at her – fuck, fuck, fuck, she was going to cum just straddling this virgin! The second he got inside her might actually put her in a fucking coma – and got really wide. "...This isn't my room is it?"

"It's going to be for as long as we need it." Verosika purred. She rolled her hips into his and let her tail twine with his and oh fuck yes! He was already so fucking har–...Where did this log come from?

"Kii-yah!"

Verosika turned to see a black-taped digitigrade paw flying at her face. What was it that Bee said about her sexy brother? He'd put her in the hospital?

That totally made sense now.

The foot connected with her jaw and the lights went out.

AN: Remember kids, rape is wrong and cheating isn't cool.

Yeah, this chapter was written with 3 hours of sleep, after a full fucking day of work, and just barely in time to be home for cornflakes.

…Like I said, three hours of sleep.

It's just fucking Fan-Fiction.