Blitzø having absolutely no problem with using the crystal until he realizes sex really can't fix what's happened between him and stolas... man's sexual confidence is fucking shattered. 🥺
(And not knowing how to do tender instead of rough because that would be too vulnerable ahhhh my poor bruised boy)
It Is Kind Of Embarrassing just how weak the walls Blitz puts up are. Cause they're a coping mechanism, of course they are. But they're so see through.
Sure he acts tough shit, and says tough shit, and pretends to be this fuckboy energy shit, but he is a mushy baby who just wants love.
Millie and Moxxie clocked his love for Stolas by Western Energy.
Moxxie clocked his walls by fucking truth seekers.
Loona has seen the fucking crossed out pictures of him in her own house (we never talk about what she thinks about those pictures like wtf).
Stolas clocked his walls by Season 2 episode 1 with 'Owl In a Cage'.
Fizz clocked his walls AND his love for Stolas the second fucking time they met after 15 years of not even seeing each other.
Blitz thinks he's being all suave and putting up these walls to keep people safe but he's not dangerous. Because they can all see through them immediately.
Almost like he's screaming for help, but he won't let the scream out.
the day after another full moon, blitzø comes into the office bragging about his sexual prowess. when you make one too many snide comments about it, he decides to show you just how good stolas gets it every month.
based on an anonymous request and far longer than I originally planned.
4k.
featuring: pure smut, bondage, oral sex (m&f receiving), breathplay, dom!blitzø, overstimulation, degradation, daddy kink, sex in the i.m.p. office, creampies, very minor bloodplay.
“Well,” Blitzø makes a show of stretching his arms out in front of him as he comes strolling into the office, interlacing his fingers and cracking his knuckles. “If the way his Royal Bird-ness was still shakin’ and droolin’ when I left is any indication, we’re good for at least another – where the fuck are you guys?!”
You roll your eyes from where you’re holed up in the conference room, suddenly wishing you had decided to work from home today. The last thing you were in the mood for was listening to your boss brag ad nauseum about his sex life; you’d had the latest of a long string of bad dates last night, and while they’d actually managed to impress you enough to earn the chance to come home with you, they’d proved quickly disappointing.
“In here!” you call out despite your reluctance, your feet kicked up on the table in front of you, and you fold your arms across your chest.
“The fuck is everyone else?” The imp demands as he enters.
“On a Sunday? D’you really think M&M are gonna come in on their day off just to hear you brag about how you fucked the prince again?”
“Well, you’re here, aren’t ya?” he shoots back.
You wave a hand at the stack of papers piled up beside your shoes. “I pulled the short straw on paperwork this month. You’d remember that if you weren’t so busy thinking with your dick all the time.”
He narrows his eyes at you for a moment before shrugging and rounding the table to take his own seat at the head of it. You smack away the spade of his tail as it comes up to caress your cheek mockingly as he passes, and he snickers.
“Guess you’ll have to do, then. You wanna hear the panty-droppin’ play-by-play, or you want me to just tell you the gushiest top ten?”
You sigh heavily. “I’ve got work to do, Blitzø.”
He cocks an eyebrow at you, tail waving back and forth behind him. A downright evil grin plays across his features and he sing-songs, “Ooh, someone’s jealous.”
“Oh, sure,” you reply, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I just sit here all day, pining and completely wet with jealousy because you’re off fucking the owl instead of me. It’s a miracle I wasn’t just getting myself off right here thinking about it.”
Blitzø cocks an eyebrow, his gaze sliding down over your body. It lingers at where your thighs are pressed together, your knees against the edge of the table. He smirks up at you from under his brows when his eyes return to your face. “Hey, tits, don’t let me stop you. You wanna rub one out thinking about Stolas squirmin’ on my thick co—”
“For the love of Satan, please shut up.” you say dryly, and Blitzø cackles. “Besides, if you were half as good as you think you are, you wouldn’t constantly feel the need to tell us about it.”
The imp scoffs, sneering. “Bitch, I’m twice as good as I think I am.” He jabs a finger at you, tossing his sunglasses onto the table in front of him. “You might know that if you ever unwadded your panties from your ass long enough to have some fun.”
“Because ‘fun’ automatically translates to getting naked with you.”
He shrugs a shoulder, that infuriating, knowing smirk still in place. “Don’t have to be naked. Got plenty of things I could do to you without takin’ off a thread, and you’d still be gaggin’ for more. Besides, you’re so hard up and overdue for a good bone sesh that I bet I could get you beggin’ for it just as much as Birdy-boy does in half the time.”
“Uh-huh,” you manage to deadpan despite the way his words have sent heat rushing through your body to warm your belly and your cheeks. Instead, you lower your feet to the floor, pointedly dragging your paperwork across the table towards you. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, boss.”
“Hey!” he jabs his finger at you again, standing up so he can plant a hand on the table and lead towards you. “I don’t come in here and question your skill in the sack!”
“You just told me I was hard up!”
“Yeah, but that ain’t because of your…” he stops, eyes widening. A broad grin widens over his features as realization hits him and you hold back a grimace. “You had a date last night!”
Damnit Millie. “I—”
He pouts at you mockingly, leaning closer to you and further into your personal space. It’s getting harder to avoid his eye. “What’s the matter, sugartits? Did they get your motor runnin’ then fail to deliver all the rough and tumble you wanted? They get you all hot and bothered, all ready to beg for it like a good little slut and then leave you high and completely fucking dry?”
“Stop calling me that,” you snap, pointedly trying to ignore the insinuation. Because fuck the bastard, but he’s right… and something in his tone is really starting to send a prickling over your skin that leaves goosebumps in its wake.
Blitzø’s smile widens, darkening into something seductive as he moves around to your side of the table. He spins your chair towards him, taking hold of your knees and pressing them far enough apart to step up between them. You feel your face flush further. “Don’t avoid the question.”
You roll your eyes again, hands curling into fists in your lap as he leans ever closer into your personal space. His claws are still wrapped around your knees, and you feel them smooth up your thighs at a glacial pace. “Fuck, Blitzø, you’re such a fucking—”
His mouth meets your roughly, teeth grazing your bottom lip before he slides his tongue into your mouth. It’s hard and angry and hot, and he kisses you with enough force to press you back into the chair and knock the air out of your lungs. His hands are still on your thighs, and you feel his claws tighten on your flesh. Your curse yourself when you hear a whine slip out of you, and even muffled by his mouth, you just know he hears it too.
When he breaks the kiss you inhale sharply, and he only moves back to meet your eye again. His claws skim over the inside of your thighs tauntingly, and even through your jeans, it makes you shudder the closer he gets to the apex of your thighs.
“So,” Blitzø says, and the sudden huskiness to his voice makes you swallow. His tail is switching back and forth behind him, an almost predatory edge to the movement. There’s a challenge in his eyes, and despite everything, it thrills you. “You wanna fuck me or not?”
You exhale a breath in the hopes of steadying yourself. He knows the effect he’s having on you, the cocky bastard. “…You’re gonna be fucking insufferable either way, aren’t you?’
He nods slowly, that irritating, self-assured smile widening slightly.
You sigh, reaching up to take hold of the lapel of his jacket. He snickers as you tug him roughly back towards you.
“You know if you suck, I’m never gonna let you live it down, right?”
Blitzø’s attention has already dropped to your front, his fingers releasing your thighs to instead slowly unbutton your shirt. You shiver as his claws just ghost against your sternum as they move. “You gonna talk this much during?”
“Prick.”
“Bitch.”
He spreads your shirt open, walking his fingers idly up your stomach. He palms your breast suddenly, grin widening as your breath hitches when he squeezes.
“Seriously, though, might wanna save your breath.” he continues, pinching your nipple hard. He grins when you jerk at the sudden pain. “’Cause you’re gonna need those lungs for all the ways you’re gonna wanna scream my name.”
“Ugh, you’re such a—”
Blitzø’s mouth is on yours again before you can finish the insult, one hand still on your breast. His other hand bunches in your hair, forcing your head back almost painfully. He bites at your bottom lip before his mouth moves lower, teeth and tongue teasing at your throat. His fangs graze your pulse point, and you hiss at the pain of it, feeling blood well up against your skin. His tongue slides over the same spot, and he purrs.
His other hand tugs the cup of your bra down to bare the soft flesh to the cold air and to him, palming it roughly. You arch under his touch, tightening your hand on his lapel and tugging him closer. Blitzø chuckles against your neck, straddling your thigh, and you shove his jacket off his shoulders.
“Shoulda known you’d be an eager little slut,” he mutters against your collarbone and you take his face in your hands, bringing him back into another heady kiss. One hand moves up to flick fingers over the spines between his horns, and he groans into your mouth. “Just like Stolas… you uptight bitches are always—”
“Shut the fuck up, Blitzø,” you snap back at him, taking hold of his horn as his mouth returns to your throat and lower, lips sucking a mark into the curve where your neck meets your collarbone.
He grinds down against your thigh and you thrill at the feeling of his hardening cock against you. When his tongue finds your nipple, you gasp.
“Nope,” he replies simply, annoyingly self-assured, his breath teasing the damp flesh of your breast. Your nipple tightens further under the caress of it. He cups a hand between your thighs, rubbing it roughly against your denim-covered cunt. He toys with it through your pants for a moment, pulling his hand away as soon as a moan slips past your lips. “Now, get your hot little ass up, slut. Supplies are in my office.”
“Holy fuck, Blitzø!” you buck up into his mouth, eyes rolling back.
He’s got you spread out on the desk, your hands bound up with rope and tied to the base of the legs at one end. The length of the rope has forced your hands up over your head, the ache in your biceps completely eclipsed by the sensations between your thighs. Blitzø is kneeling between them, his tail wrapped tightly around one and his hand around the other, your knees thrown over his shoulders. He’s lifted you up off the desk so all your weight is balanced on your shoulder blades, his other hand wrapped around your stomach to reach his claws between your thighs to torture your clit.
His tongue is deep inside your cunt, the sound of his feasting on you the only thing competing with your moaning. Blitzø groans into you, and you swear you can feel his smirk when you try to grind your pussy up against his mouth, hindered by the position he has you in. His tongue finds your g-spot and you whimper brokenly, teeth digging hard into your lip. You can feel your own release dripping down between the cheeks of your ass; you’ve come three times already, and your entire body is shuddering with the stimulation.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you chant through gritted teeth, brow furrowed. Blitzø is watching you from beneath his brows, eyes hooded and his claws tightening on your thigh. You strain against the ropes, the threads of it digging into your wrists, and he grins against your cunt, his tongue pressing against your g-spot just as he pinches your clit. “Oh, fuck!”
You cum again, hips jerking under his touch, desperate to get away from his torturous tongue.
You hate yourself a little for admitting, “Blitzø… I can’t…”
He snickers, flicking his tongue over your clit as he withdraws it. “Aw, c’mon, sugar. Birdy made it all the way to six before he was tapping out and begging for me to finally give him my sweet cock. You can last longer than that, can’t you, slut?”
The spade of his tail slides over your clit, and you twitch. You know he’s goading you but you can’t help but clench your jaw petulantly and nod, and he grins up at you.
“That’s a good girl,” he tells you huskily and you whimper as his breath teases over your swollen clit. He raises a brow. “Ohhh, you liked that, huh? You like being a good girl for daddy.”
You glare up at him even as you feel your face flush with heat.
“You do,” he continues cockily, tongue touching your clit for a moment and you shiver. “You love being daddy’s good little slut, don’t you?”
“If you…” you say breathlessly. “…If you need a breather, Blitzø, you can just say that.”
He snorts, squeezing your ass. “Uh, uh, tits. You wanna another round, I need to hear you say it.”
“Satan, you’re an asshole.”
“Yup,” he replies, ever so slowly circling your clit with his thumb. You exhale shakily. “Now say it. Tell me you’ll be a good little slut.”
You force yourself to heave an impatient sigh, trying to inject as much impatience into your voice as possible. Still, despite your efforts it comes out breathy and shuddering. “I’ll… I’ll be a good slut for you… daddy.”
Blitzø’s grin widens victoriously and he rewards you by returning his tongue to your cunt, and your head falls back against the desk. Your chest heaves as he quickly works you undone again, two fingers pressing into you.
“Alright, alright, don’t embarrass yourself, tits.” he tells you tauntingly.
“Go fuck yourself, Blitzø.”
“Heh.” he chuckles obnoxiously. “Keep talkin’ dirty like that and I might just leave you all trussed up and pretty like this for M&M to find tomorrow morning.”
“Fuck, you’ve got a slutty little mouth,” Blitzø groans as you swallow around him, choking slightly as the head of his cock brushed the back of your throat. “Satan’s taint, listen to you. You’ve been holdin’ back on me, pretendin’ to be all innocent.”
You’d roll your eyes if he didn’t choose that moment to thrust hard into your mouth, the length of him sliding against your tongue. You curl it obediently around him as he does, and his eyes roll back for a moment. He’s kneeling between your bound arms, watching with hooded eyes as your throat bulges each time he fucks himself into your mouth. You can barely breath; you find yourself lightheaded even as you suck at his cock eagerly.
You’d just barely made it to eight orgasms without blacking out before he’d finally let up, childishly determined to take more than he’d expected. It had left you sweaty and aching against the desk, and you could still feel a small pool of your own cum against your ass as you’d finally been allowed to relax your hips down against the wood.
Blitzø has claws fisted in your hair, and you whine around him as he reaches down to squeeze your breast, pinch your nipples. Every now and then he lets the spade of his tail brush over your clit, and he snickers when it makes you jerk and gag around him.
“Fuck,” he moans, his hand leaving your nipple to take hold of your throat. He can feel his cock thrusting beneath your skin, and he squeezes, grinning devilishly as you let out a choking moan. “Baby likes being choked, too, huh? You’re just full of surprises, aren’t ya?”
Blitzø plays with you like that for who knows how long, withdrawing his cock from your mouth just long enough for you to pull air into your lungs with a desperate inhale before he presses in again. You’re drooling and whimpering, body quaking against the desk as his tail starts teasing your clit again in earnest.
Your hips buck up under his ministrations, and Blitzø doesn’t stop until you gag in earnest, pulling out and smirking as you cough.
Blitzø’s cock slides into your cunt slowly and you whimper at the feeling of it, eyes squeezed closed.
He’d watched, annoyingly amused, as you’d caught your breath, sitting back on his heels over you. Then he’d surprised you by producing bottled water when he’d untied you.
Still, he’d barely given you more than a minute before he was urging you to roll over onto your knees. He’d wrapped the rope around your thighs before retying your wrists, tightening it until it forced your thighs apart. The way he’d tied you forced you to sit with your back arched slightly, your kiss-bruised breasts on full display as you knelt on the hard wood. You’d normally find yourself embarrassed by the way you were exposed, but the way he watched you, admired you, instead made your mind spin and your heart throb in your chest.
You’d heard his belt buckle clink at he unfastened his pants behind you, surprising you by pressing an almost tender kiss to the side of your throat. His claws ghosted over your inner thigh, making you shiver. “Always knew you’d look good on your knees, baby.”
You’d turned your head as he had, catching him in a kiss that was all tongue and still-desperate need. He’d groaned into it, letting it linger for a few long moments before he finally broke away again. Now, he’s laid out beneath you, his hands clutching at your hips as he lowers you onto his cock. You close your eyes, letting your head fall back as he bottoms out inside you. His pelvic bone brushes against your clit and you whine. Blitzø echoes the sound with a growl.
“Holy shit, sugar,” he grunts, flexing his claws against your flesh. “Holy fucking shit, didn’t know someone could feel this fucking good…”
He urges you into riding him slowly, his claws trailing over the ropes crisscrossing the flesh of your thighs. The way Blitzø watches you grind over his lap sends sparks through you in ways you don’t want to address and your hands strain against the ropes with the sudden urge to touch him.
You want to see how he’ll react to your hands running over his sides, your nails scratching over his nipples. How he’d react to your hands gripping at his horns as you ride him. And you want to kiss him again, you want to trail your lips over his throat and feel his pulse under your tongue.
You want to work him undone that same way he has you.
Blitzø pushes his hips up into yours, hand retaking your hip. His grip is harsh and demanding, claws digging so hard into your flesh you wouldn’t be surprised if it bruised. He’s watching your breasts hungrily as they bounce with every thrust he makes up into you, and the hand still on your thigh moves to tease your clit with his thumb.
“Fuck, Blitzø!” you cry out, voice rough with overuse and need. Your thighs tense, the rope digging further into your flesh. You’re so close to cumming again, and the fact that the ropes are stopping you from taking full control of the pace is driving you mad. “Fuck!”
“Fucking told you you’d be screamin’ my name,” he growls, head falling back against the desk. “Shit, you’re gonna feel so good gushin’ all over my cock, princess.”
You moan aloud, eyes squeezed shut.
“Gonna need to hear you beg for it, remember?” he tells you, his voice breaking slightly and you know he’s close too. He pinches your clit, his tail wrapping itself around your middle. “C’mon… be a good slut and beg…”
You’re almost sure he’s so far gone that all you’d have to do is wait and he’d cum before he got what he wanted, but you need to cum too; you’re so close that your jaw clenches and your toes are curling. So, you give him what he wants. What you both need.
“Please, Blitzø…” you whine, eyes meeting his. “Please, I need to… I wanna feel you cum, Blitzø…”
He moans, claws quickening against your clit. The two of you actually cum together, his hips thrusting hard up into you. You can feel tears in your eyes as your orgasm wash through you, your chest heaving.
The two of you stay frozen like that for a while after he slumps back down against the desk, both of you struggling to catch your breath. You close your eyes, shuddering with each exhale.
Your eyes snap open again as you hear the shutter effect of his phone’s camera.
“The fuck did you just take a picture of?”
He grins lazily up at you, turning his phone so you can see. The photo shows his hips framed by your thighs; your cunt still stuffed full of his cock. Only the base of his cock is visible, his cum drawing lines down it as it leaks out of you.
You jerk your wrists against the ropes, the movement making you whimper as you accidently squeeze your over-sensitized cunt around him. He snickers, the sound breaking off as his eyes roll back at the sensation.
“Delete it, Blitzø.”
He shakes his head. “Are you kidding? You’re pure spank bank, tits.” his smile widens. “Speakin’ of…”
He snaps another photo, this one aimed high to capture the curve of your breasts. There are makes littering the soft flesh, let behind by his teeth and lips, and the spade of his tail has come up to rest its tip against your nipple.
“God, you’re an asshole.”
“Don’t I know it.” he replies nonchalantly. You feel his tail unwind itself from your stomach and he frees your wrists. The rope slackens immediately around your thighs, your legs prickling with pins and needles as blood returns to them. He rubs his hands over the flesh to help the blood flow. “And you fuckin’ love it.”
“‘Love’s a strong word for it,” you reply dryly, massaging one of your wrists with your other hand.
“Yeah, but it’s a four-letter word,” he says, tossing his phone over his shoulder towards his clothes and propping himself up on his elbows. You can feel him softening inside you as he hands you the water bottle. “I don’t even know how many letters are in ‘get all hot and drippy over it’.”
“Twenty-four.” you say almost immediately, taking a sip of water. You offer it to him; you can feel his tail brushing back and forth against your calf. It feels strangely, surprisingly normal to be still straddling his lap, naked and breathless, and you try not to let yourself question it.
“Freak.”
You smile softly to yourself at the fact that he’s managed to try and insult you even as he takes hold of your wrists and uses his thumbs to rub sensation back into them. He doesn’t even really seem to be aware that he’s doing it.
“You know I’m not helping you clean up this mess, right?”
Blitzø snorts, grinning up at you. “What makes you think I wanna clean up? How’s anyone gonna believe you let me rock your fuckin’ world if they don’t see the evidence? And you know I fuckin’ did.”
“Don’t get too cocky about it, Blitzø.” you shoot back. “How d’you know I wasn’t just faking it so I didn’t hurt your feelings.”
“Heh. ‘Cocky.” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Tell what’s left of your voice you were fakin’ it.”
“You’re so—”
Blitzø reaches up to wrap his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down into another fiery kiss. Your back aches as its finally allowed to bend that way again, but you barely register it with the way his tongue feels sliding against yours.
“Sexy? Fuckable?” Blitzø suggests against your mouth. “Ready for round two?”
You giggle despite yourself, letting your forehead bump against his. When you pull away, he’s smiling like he’s pleased with himself for making you laugh. “You might be, but I’m gonna need a minute.”
“Alright,” he tells you, his tail grazing over your thigh. “But I’m countin’.”
blitzø x afab!fem!reader. locked away together in a jail cell leaves the two of you with limited entertainment; so what else are you supposed to do? an anon asked for a rewrite of the scene where blitzø meets moxxie with the reader instead, and I may have had a little too much fun with it.
2.6k
featuring: oral sex, exhibitionism, vaginal sex, minor assplay, minor tail play, blitzø being a degrading lil bitch because that's how he expresses affection. imp reader.
“I swear to fucking Satan, B,” you spit as the slam of the cell doors echoes in your ears. How the plan Blitzø had convinced you once again to go along with had ended with the two of you thrown in a jail cell, you were still trying to wrap your brain around, but in the meantime, your plan was to stay pissed. “This is last time I listen to one of your stupid-ass schemes.”
“Why? I think you look good in orange.” Blitzø states in a tone of voice that suggests he might actually mean the compliment. There’s a beat that hangs between you before he flinches as you smack up the side of his head. “Ow! Skank!”
“Moron!”
“Bitch,” he bites back, and there’s a smirk playing at the edge of his lips despite the insult, his tail switching behind him playfully.
You raise a brow challengingly, fighting to keep your own expression impassive. “Cocksucker.”
“Still mad I do it better than you?”
You glare absolute daggers at him for a moment before you snort an unattractive laugh. Blitzø breaks into a wide, proud grin at the fact that he managed to break you first.
“I am not getting into this argument with you again, Blitzø,” you tell him. He opens his mouth to argue and you hold up a hand warningly. “We are not, repeat not, having a dick-sucking contest.”
“Coward.”
You roll your eyes and his smile widens further. You turn and wrap your fingers around the bars in front of you, your tail twitching behind you as the only outer show of your frustration. This is so not what you wanted to be doing tonight. “So… you got a plan on getting us out of here any time soon?”
“I’m workin’ on one,” Blitzø says defensively, and you sigh. The imp steps up beside you and you feel the spade of his tail brush against yours a few times before it wraps around it, stilling it. His hand smooths over your hip, and you feel his breath against the side of your neck. “So…”
You turn your head to look at him, an eyebrow raised. He’s watching you with lidded eyes, a teasing, suggestive smirk on his lips. You know that look, and despite your annoyance, you feel the first sparks of excitement flit through you.
“Holy, titty-fucking shit,” Blitzø moans as you take his cock deep into your throat, your tongue curling around the length of him as you swallowed around him. “I take it back… I take it back, you could suck the soul outta Satan himself with this mouth, fuck…”
You release him long enough to allow you to laugh, squeezing the base of him tauntingly and tapping the head of his cock against your tongue. “Can I get that in writing, baby?”
“Fuckin’ slut, you’re such a tease,” he growls, voice torn between irritation and pure affection, a punch-drunk smile on his face. Blitzø is backed up against the bars of the cell, one arm hooked through them to keep himself upright. The other hand is fisted in your hair, claws grazing wonderfully against your scalp. He groans as you take him back into your mouth, eyes rolling back as you bob your head in a steady pace, sucking noisily each time you withdrew. “Fuuuuck…
God, he is always so loud when you gave him head, so enthusiastic… and despite yourself, you can feel excitement pooling in your belly as you hear the effect his praise for you is having on the other occupied cells. You’d gotten plenty of heated looks on your way to your cell, and now, even though can’t see you, they were being treated to a hell of an aural show detailing just how good you were with your mouth.
You bring your free hand up palm his balls, squeezing them gently as you swirl your tongue around the head of him. You take him back in and Blitzø curses, the sound muffled slightly as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.
Part of you wonders if he’s getting off on being the one to have you within earshot of so many incarcerated men, if the ego stroke was adding to his already enthusiastic enjoyment of having you on your knees. He thrusts into your mouth, smirking widely as you gag loudly around him.
Someone catcalls from down the line, and Blitzø turns his head to yell over his shoulder and answers the question you hadn’t asked.
“Yeah, you wish you had a horny little bitch droolin’ all over your widdle baby cocks, don’t ya boys?” he calls out teasingly, eliciting a string of insults and ‘compliments’ from the other prisoners. He grins wickedly, snickering as he meets your gaze and you roll your eyes up at him, mouth still full. “Sorry to break it to you, fellas, but there ain’t no way you could handle a cock-hungry whore as good as – Christ, fuck!”
You had just slid your tongue slowly and firmly against his frenulum, and Blitzø’s hips jerk forward in surprise, his knees buckling. You move to pull away before he can slam his hips forward again in retaliation, but his hand moves down to ball in the hair at the nape of your neck to push you further down onto his cock.
Blitzø’s hand releases your hair, smoothing his palm down over your cheek in a rare, affectionate gesture. Those were usually saved for after your ill-fated hook-ups, for when both of you were so close to sleep that you could pretend it never happened.
“’Fraid to break your black hearts, boys…” His thumb brushes along your bottom lip as you suckle at the head of his cock. He gazes down at you with hooded eyes and a roguish little smirk even as he continues, “But she’s mine.”
Oh, shit that’s hot.
And suddenly you’re enjoying the attention from the others more than you were before.
…Not that you’d ever tell Blitzø that.
Of course, you don’t need to… the glint in the imp’s eyes tells you that he knows exactly what your audience is doing to you right now. Blitzø wraps his hand around your throat and you release him obediently, stroking him firmly a few times with your hand as he urges you back up onto your feet in front of him. His face is so close to yours, but when you move to kiss him, he squeezes your throat tighter. A whimper slips out of you, and you know from his expression that your excitement is just radiating off your face.
“Look at you,” he sneers, his tail wrapping itself around your wrist encouraging your hand to keep a slow, steady rhythm over his cock. You feel his free hand begin to drag the zipper of your jumpsuit down at a glacial pace. He’s usually so quick and to the point when undressing you, and the teasing pace he’s taking now makes you shiver. His eyes fall to watch your breasts rise and fall with a shaky breath as they’re revealed, wrapped and lifted in black lace. He hums his approval, and he’s still smirking when he meets your gaze again. “Look at how fuckin’ desperate you are to give these boys a show. Is that what you wanna do? Show ‘em just how fuckin’ good you can take it?”
Blitzø looks amused when you can’t answer, watching your lips part wordlessly. He kisses you hard, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He groans into it as you squeeze the base of his cock. His hand relaxes just enough as he breaks the kiss to finally let your respond, his eyebrow arched expectantly.
“Just fuck me, already…”
His grin widens and he snickers; then his mouth is on yours again is a sloppy, heated kiss that’s all tongue. He continues to tug your zipper down, the hand on your throat sliding down to cup your breast and squeeze. You help him shove the sleeves of your jumpsuit down off your arms before wrapping your arms around his neck. Blitzø’s claws graze your breasts, your stomach, your waist… pushing the jumpsuit down to hang around your thighs. His hand cups your cunt roughly and you moan into his mouth as his claw finds your clit through the lace.
“Heh. Always get so fuckin’ wet from suckin’ me off,” he praises, loud enough for the other to hear. “So slick and pretty when you’re hungry like this…”
“Blitzø, I swear to Satan, if you don’t—”
He grins wickedly at your frustration, taking hold of your hips and turning you around. You let out a little squeak of surprise when he presses you chest-first against the bars.
“Don’t want your audience to be disappointed, tits.” he tells you cockily, and you whimper as you feel his mouth on the side of your throat just as his fingers find your clit again. He’s pressed up against your back, his cock hard against the cleft of your ass. His teeth graze your pulse point, his tongue following them. “Gonna sing ‘em a song about just how fuckin’ good I fuck you.”
You roll your eyes even as you wrap your fingers around the bars in front of you and let Blitzø guide you into bending over in front of him. The movement makes his cock slide up between your thighs, and he lets out a sound somewhere between a groan and a snicker. He ruts it up against you, his cock sliding against your panty-covered cunt.
His tail curls around your calf, and you can’t help but moan aloud as he reaches down to push your underwear aside and fucks himself into you in one hard, brutal thrust. “Satan’s fuckin’ cock, you feel good…”
“Shit, Blitzø…” you tighten your fingers on the bars as he fucks you, claws digging into your hips hard enough to mark. He feels so good, the angle of his hips making your eyes roll back, and the intoxicating sound of his hips meeting your ass with each thrust fills the cell. “Harder.”
He growls as he does as you demand, his hand snaking around to play with your clit. He snickers as you jerk under the touch, his other hand leaving deep red lines over your thigh. You push back to meet his thrusts, your breath leaving you in a moaning gasp each time you do. You can still hear the catcalls of the other inmates but nothing really registers other than the way Blitzø feels inside you.
“Fuckin’ bitch, you feel so good…” he grunts, clutching at the curve of your ass. The spade of his tail replaces his fingers against your clit, both hands digging their claws into your ass. “You and your magic little cunt gonna drive me fuckin’ insane.”
You jump as you feel him spread your ass and spit, his thumb moving to spread saliva over your asshole. Your mouth is hanging open, your eyes rolled back, and your back arches as you feel him press his thumb into your ass.
“Fuuuuuck…” you whine, drawn out and keening, your body shuddering with the sheer amount of stimulation its receiving. Hoots and shouts rise up around you, and Blitzø groans as you tighten around him. “Fuck, please, Blitzø…”
“Please, what, baby?” he taunts, even as his own voice breaks. He presses his thumb deeper, tail spade quickening against your clit. “Tell the boys what you want from daddy.”
You’re too close now to even roll your eyes when he calls himself that, your jaw tightening for a moment before you gasp out, “Wanna cum…” he gives you a particularly hard thrust. “…I wanna cum for you, please…”
He rewards you by bending down to brush his lips over your spine. “Good girl.”
Then, he raises his voice again, calling out mockingly. “Hear that, fellas? Good little slut wants to cum all over my cock!”
You would have thought the noise would double at that but it lowers, and Blitzø chuckles wickedly.
“Guess they wanna hear the finale, sugartits. You gonna disappoint our fans?”
He angles his hips so his cock hits that sweet spot inside you and you whine, eyes shut. Then his free hand is wrapping your tail around it and squeezing the base and you cum, your orgasm making your legs shake and your voice break. Blitzø keeps fucking you until he’s filling you, cursing and praising you in the same, rough breaths. His hands wrap around your hips, holding you tightly against him, bottoming out inside your quivering pussy as he cums.
You stay locked together like that as you both catch your breath, his fingers smoothing over your hips and thighs. You can feel his cum leaking out of you even before he pulls out again, and you shudder as you feel him press another kiss to your back.
“You know, I’m not planning on being in-house entertainment here, Blitzø.” you say, laying back on the top bunk. You’d climbed up there soon after you’d caught your breath and the hollering of the other inmates had died down, and the other imp – ever the child – had insisted on following you up instead of taking the bottom bunk. It was cramped on the narrow mattress, the two of you laying side by side and staring up at the ceiling. Blitzø has one arm tucked nonchalantly beneath his head, and your eyes close as Blitzø other hand snakes inside your still-unzipped jumpsuit to circle your clit slowly. “…so, you better be working on that ‘plan’ of yours.”
“It’s formulatin’, don’t rush me.”
You raise a brow at him, breath hitching slightly at his touch. “You’re just enjoying yourself too much.”
“How dare you.” he gasps despite the hint of a smile touching his lips. “I’m just waiting for the little lynchpin we’re gonna need if we want to—”
He cuts off, hand snatching away from you as the cell door opens. Another imp is thrown unceremoniously into your cell before the bars slam closed again. Blitzø wiggles his eyebrows at you and you raise one of yours.
“So, what are you in for?”
There’s no reply, and you reach over and rezip Blitzø’s jumpsuit before he rolls over to look down into the other bunk. “Okay, not much of a talker, are we?”
“Be nice,” you mouth at him before he jumps down to the floor and launches himself into what you always refer to as his ‘salesman persona’.
“I’m Blitzø, the ‘o’ is silent. I’m sure we’re going to get along just fine.” he doesn’t even pause for breath. Or a response. You fix your own jumpsuit back into place. “So, what’s your deal? What’d you do? Who’d you diddle? You like someone good with a gun. You look like someone who could shoot up an office and I hope you are, ‘cause I got a plan to get us out of this dump, you, me, and the Grade A piece of ass up there.”
You roll your eyes and stick your head over the edge of the bunk, giving the other imp a little wave. “Hi, piece of ass, here.”
The imp gives you a small, watery smile, and Blitzø continues as though you hadn’t interrupted.
“…You think you can give us a hand? I need to get out to my daughter. The babysitter will kill me if I don’t get back soon. Do you like kids? ‘Cause lemme tell ‘ya. They’re a-fucking-dorable…”
after inviting blitzø to stay the night in your bed, the two of you (and the rest of i.m.p.) deal with the sudden change in the dynamic between the two of you.
features blitzø typical language, pure fluff, and sexual innuendo. the man really has a thing for your boobs, okay? 1.4k
You wake up before your alarm, eyes opening reluctantly against the red light of a hellish morning. It takes you a moment to remember the events of the night before, but the shifting of the sheets over you as another body in the bed moves brings it all flooding back.
Both you and Blitzø had moved in the night and his hand is no longer wrapped around yours. You vaguely remember falling asleep after him, your hand still enclosed in his as his breathing had slowly evened out into a soothing, steady rhythm. His back is to you now, his body curled in on itself almost protectively. You take a moment to study him, the curve of his horns and the slim line of his back as it peeks out from under the blankets. Eventually you make a move to leave the bed, switching off your alarm and intent on a steaming shower.
You stop as something tightens reflexively around your leg as soon as you try to move, and you lift the sheets with a brow raised in curiosity. Blitzø’s tail is wrapped firmly around your calf, and as you watch, the spade of his tail twitches slowly back in forth against the underside of your knee. It’s oddly soothing, and you press your lips together against the smile that threatens to bloom on your lips. With a soft exhale you let yourself fall back against the mattress, turning your head to look at him again.
“Blitzø?” you say his name softly, almost unwilling to wake him up. You weren’t sure of the last time he’d seemed so… peaceful. You reach out to touch a gentle hand to his shoulder. “B? We’ve gotta go to work.”
The imp groans, rolling onto his back. He squints up at the unfamiliar ceiling, apparently confused. “The fuck…?”
His eyes snap fully open as the night before suddenly comes back to him, and he grimaces, slowly turning his head to meet your eye.
“Christ on a stick, I really spent the fuckin’ night here, didn’t I?”
You nod, amused by the almost bashful glint in his eyes. “You did.”
“Please tell me I at least got to bury my face in those sweet—”
“No, you didn’t.” you say bluntly, rolling your eyes before he can finish. Still, you feel a tingle of warmth through you at the suggestion. “How’d you sleep?”
He shrugs a shoulder, rubbing a hand over his face and groaning. “Fuck, my head hurts.”
“That’s what happens when you drink your weight in booze two nights in a row.”
“Bitch.”
You smirk at the lack of venom in his voice. “You wanna shower first? I don’t know if I’ve got anything you could wear, but I guess you could borrow a shirt or something if you need it…”
Blitzø groans again, more dramatically than before, rolling into your side and burying his face in your neck. You freeze as you feel the warmth of him press up against you, his face almost nuzzling into the curve of your collarbone. The sensation makes that warmth reappear inside you. The softest of cat-like purrs sounds from him for a moment before he stiffens, suddenly aware of the position he’s in.
He jerks away from you, falling off the side of the bed with a loud thump and a string of curses. The move tugs your leg across the bed, and his swearing continues as he realizes he’s effectively tied himself to you in his sleep. “Fuckin’ – ASS!”
His tail detangles itself from your leg as you sit up, and you swear you can see a pinkish hue to the scarred side of his face.
“…You good?”
“Shut up.”
“Nope,” you reply childishly, smirking when he flips you off. “Now, did you want to shower?”
Blitzø tries for seductive, raising an eyebrow at you from where he still sits on the floor. “You joining me? ‘Cause I gotta say the idea of you all soaped up and gag—”
“Blitzø.” you deadpan, climbing out of bed. His eyes drop over your figure as he realizes what you had been wearing in bed with him – just an oversized tee shirt and your underwear – and you swear his pupils dilate. “Are you sober yet?”
He blinks up at you, swallowing heavily before clearing his throat. “Judgin’ by the titty-fuckin’ brass band shovin’ its collective dick up my brain’s unlubed ass right now, I’d say yeah.”
You wrinkle your nose at the metaphor but squat down in front of him, studying his face for a moment. You nod as you make a decision, reaching out to wipe a spot of dried drool away from the corner of his mouth with your thumb. “Okay.”
Ignoring the part of you that reminded you that this was a bad idea, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his in a chaste kiss, his cheek still cupped in your hand. Blitzø freezes for a moment before kissing you back, his hand finding your knee and sliding up to curl around the bare flesh of your thigh as he leans up into it. You feel his breath catch against your mouth, his tongue touching your bottom lip for a second. The kiss is soft and it’s brief and when you pull away Blitzø still looks surprised.
Giving him a small smile you stand, fingers curling in the hem of your shirt. “I’ve gotta shower. The coffee machine should start brewing in a few minutes if you want some.”
“I… what?!”
***
Loona doesn’t say anything when she climbs up into the van beside you, trapping you between the hellhound and the imp driving, but her raised eyebrow speaks volumes.
“Nothing happened.” you tell her defensively.
“Uh-huh.” Loona replies dryly, already focused on her phone, and you can basically feel Blitzø’s smirk on the other side of you. By the time you were showered and dressed he’d managed to summon up much of his usual bravado, and the fact that he was currently wearing your favorite 666 Wrath Radio tee shirt was serving as basically a spotlight broadcasting the idea that the two of you had fucked.
You suspect that that was the whole reason he picked it.
You jump as you feel Blitzø’s hand slide over your thigh as he reaches between your knees to shift gears. He touches you again as he withdraws, claws grazing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Goosebumps follow after them. You shiver and he snickers, and suddenly you’re regretting the fact that you’d chosen to wear shorts.
Loona eyes you as she notices the touch, and you roll your eyes. “Nothing happened.”
“Sure.”
***
“Is Blitzø wearing your shirt?” Moxxie asked as you entered the I.M.P. office, drawing Millie’s attention too. “Why is he wearing your shirt?”
A smile forms on Millie’s lips, her eyes shining with possibility. “Did you two…?”
“No!” you reply, dropping onto the couch with a sigh. “For Satan’s sake, no!”
Moxxie seems to be still stuck on the obvious. “But he’s wearing your shirt.”
“Aw, come on, Moxx.” Blitzø says, wrapping an arm obnoxiously around the other imp and pulling him unwillingly into his side. He ruffles Moxxie’s hair with his fist, grinning as he tries to shove him away. “You know if we’d fucked Y/N here would need the day off just to get those sexy little legs of hers workin’ again after all the shakin’ they’d been doin’!”
“Shut the fuck up, B,” you tell him as Moxxie finally manages to wrest himself Blitzø’s grasp, and the taller imp grins at you. “Or I’ll tell ‘em what actually happened last night. Okay, boss?”
“Ooh, ‘boss’? Tits, you’re gonna go and make me all tingly.”
You roll your eyes, but his smile widens from teasing to more pleased as he notices you trying not to smile yourself. “Can we just… go kill someone? Please?”
Blitzø claps his hand together, turning on his heel to face Loona. “Now you’re talking! Looney, what have we got on the books for today?”
Millie takes a seat beside you, leaning into your side to speak quietly enough that only you would hear. “What did happen last night?”
You shake your head, avoiding her eye. Blitzø catches your eye again as Loona goes through the day’s agenda in a detached tone of voice. He winks and you feel yourself flush. Millie’s eyebrows shoot up as she notices.
You clear your throat. “I… honestly, I've got no fucking idea.”
