wholesome imps being wholesome

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #189
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Aight, who's got a request for smut? Promise I'll get to the point and not just fuck around for ten paragraphs before someone else finishes it instead.
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Give us wholesome imps being wholesome.
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Sure. Gimme a bit, and I'll post some.
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>Rent was due on Monday. They wouldn't get paychecks until Friday. Knowing Blitzo, though, it wouldn't happen until the following Tuesday.
>Maybe a loan? Not with their credit.
>Moxxie continued to stare at the ceiling, slumped on the couch. Why did hell have to be like this?

>Millie knew that face. He was worrying about bills, paychecks, loans, all that stuff.
>He needed some cheering up.
>"Hey, Moxxie?" She nestled under his arm and lay her head on his chest.
>All that worry melted right from his face as he looked back at her.
>"Mm-hmm?" The tension in his muscles eased, just a bit.
>"Play me a song?"
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>One song later (Friday I'm in Love With You, one of her favorites), and they were already in each other's arms.
>Millie was practically on top of him, head still on his chest and hand on his knee. There was barely room for the guitar.
>As she gazed up at him with those big, yellow eyes, his heart practically melted. He could have stared back at her forever.
>Then her hand started moving up his thigh.
>The bills could wait.

>She told people she loved him for his personality. Not just for his curvy horns, not just for his long, double-jointed legs, not even his salt-and-pepper hair (all natural!). She just loved him for who he was.
>But not... *just* his personality. Not even *just* the other stuff. He had something else.
>As their lips met and the clothes came off, she was reminded again (not that she could forget).
>Murder and music weren't the only things he was good at.
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>Her skin felt like silk against his own.
>Her fingers ran through his hair as his heart pounded against his ribs.
>His hand found its way between her thighs on instinct alone.
>That was good, since his mind was... preoccupied.
>Fuck, she was already soaking.

>Fuck, he was already rock hard.
>She buried her fingers in his hair as his stroked her sides, her pelvis, her...
>Millie barely contained a gasp when they found their mark.
>She kissed him again, on the forehead this time. Her hands worked their way to his horns, gently stroking, then tightly gripping as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
>"Ah, fuck..." Words eluded her as her husband's hands caressed her hips and clit.
>His lips on her neck were too much.
>"Moxxie..."
>"Mm-hmm?"
>Her next words were a whisper in his ear.
>"Fuck me."
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>He'd been waiting to hear those words since they started.
>He brought his hands to rest Millie's hips. Holy hell, she was as fit as ever.
>A grin formed on his lips as he tried not to lose control. Not yet.
>"Thought you'd never ask."
>Their lips almost touched again as her voiced dripped with lust.
>"I wasn't asking."

>God damn.
>Every time they fucked was better than the last.
>More intense, more passionate...
>More satisfying.
>Millie clutched her husband, trying not to leave more scratches in his back.
>He said he didn't mind, but she just felt so bad putting him in pain.
>But she just couldn't help it.
>Fuck, he was good at this.
>He was just perfect.
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>He fucking loved how her fingernails dug into his back. She always apologized for it, promised to never do it again, even after his reassurance that it was fine.
>He never told her that it was better than fine.
>It was euphoric.
>As her body rubbed against his, he knew it wouldn't be long.
>No matter how he held out, his wife's little moans of pleasure would do him in.
>He just hoped he could satisfy her before then.

>Millie could tell he was getting close. His breathing got faster, his jaw clenched, and his grip tightened.
>And it was sexy as hell.
>She pulled him close as he thrusted. He deserved the best climax she could give him.
>"Moxxie..." She could hardly speak through the ecstasy.
>"Ah~" Oh yeah. He was close.
>"I love you." It was the only thing that came to her mind.
>And it worked perfectly.
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>"I love you."
>Damn, did she know how to finish him off.
As the pleasure spilled over, Millie's face was the only thing on his mind.
>Millie, who was perfect in his eyes.
>Millie, who, against all odds, saw something in him.
>Millie. His wife.
>Millie.

>Moxxie was so cute on his back, panting, staring into space.
>Making love was good, but the after-sex cuddles were Millie's favorite part.
>Her head nestled against his chest, she squeezed him as tight as she could.
>He wrapped his arms around her as she basked in his warmth.
>As she kissed his chest, sides and neck, his hand stroked her hair.
>Maybe Hell wasn't such a bad place.
>Not with him around.

That's all, folks.