Mentions of: Somniphilia (Belphagor), Pegging, mentions of size shrinking (satan), drunk sex mention, jealous sex (stella), work sex, sex toys, rough sex, Threesome, Roleplay, Aphrodisiacs (Belphagor), public fingering, touch deprivation.
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Imagine Blitzo fucking you over his desk silently while he's on a work call with his client, whispering you to shut the fuck up or you'll be choking on his dick later.
Imagine Stolas being so needy for you that he abandons his duties for the day to beg you to (if ur afab) Peg him till he can't walk. or to (if ur amab) let him suck u dry till the next morning.
Imagine Satan Shrinking enough for him to fuck you but his cock is still unbelievably big and veiny where you feel every vein throbbing inside of you.
Imagine Stella Pegging a Female reader in her shared bedroom with Stolas, wanting him to walk in and see her doing the same thing he did to her (even though she hates him, she still wants to piss him off somehow)
Imagine Beelzebub getting so drunk she starts dry humping ur thigh while cupping ur breasts/dick.
Imagine Belphagor Being into sleep sex, wanting you to fuck/peg her while she's napping and moaning in her sleep lazily. and asking for more in the morning.
Imagine asking Millie to dress up as your favourite anime character just to have really nasty sex with her pretending to be that character (she enjoyed every second)
Imagine Fizzaroli making insane sex toys for you both to experiment with together and getting each other horny in public with vibrators he and asmodeus made.
Imagine Millie dragging you to have a threesome sex with her, you, and moxxie at their place as they pleasure the shit out of you.
Speaking of Theesome. . .
Imagine Fizzaroli doing the same, dragging you along to have a threesome with you two and asmodeus. spit roasting you until your legs give up and ur leaking cum.
Imagine Satan fucking you dumb before he has to attend to another court meeting, and fucking you even more senseless after the meeting is done.
Imagine Belphagor Giving you aphrodisiacs to make you even hornier and go down on her strap to absolutely destroy your hole.
Imagine Stolas Tied up, roleplaying a master and slave in the bedroom. Denying his orgasm over and over again until his face is covered in his lewd tears.
Imagine Beelzebub inviting you to one of her parties, Pulling you into some corner of her place to make out and finger her pussy making her legs shiver.
Imagine Stella Wearing a revealing outfit when you enter the bedroom only to deny you access to touching her. only letting you watch her actions while she degrades you.
Imagine Blitzo taking a bunch of pictures of you two while you have sex, even making one his background picture on his phone that shows you sucking him off.
˗ˏˋ Blitzø does return the favor in the bedroom, and he’s going to prove it ˎˊ˗
Your lazy night in was interrupted by a loud banging on your door, making you jump and pause your TV. Checking your phone, you see that it's just after midnight, and you frown; who the fuck would be knocking on your door this late?
Whoever it was loudly knocked again before yelling through the door, “It’s Blitz open up!”
You sigh in frustration at the familiar name and voice of your frequent booty call. Of course, it was Blitzø. The man would never call or text; instead, he would just show up at random and expect you to rework your plans for him. You get up and drag yourself to the door, opening it and fully prepared to cuss him out, “Blitz, what-”
You barely got the door open before the imp was storming inside your apartment and slamming it shut behind him, “Listen, I’ve had a long and shitty night, and now I need to prove something to myself, so if you could get naked and in bed that would be fan-fucking-tastic.”
Blitzø walked around you and made his way to your bedroom, taking his leather jacket off and tossing it on the couch in the process. You stood there dumbfounded for a moment before taking off after him, “What?”
“Oh my fucking Satan, can you just take your fucking pants off.” Blitzø snapped, standing at the foot of your bed with his arms crossed. You could tell something was wrong, even if he hadn’t told you he had a shitty night; it was obvious from his expression alone.
The two of you weren’t exactly the ‘talk about your feelings’ type, but you’ve never seen Blitzo this bothered before. Something really fucked up must’ve happened for him to be this visibly upset, “What happened?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you after I’m done with you.” Blitzø tried to flirt, and you only glared at him in response. He huffed in annoyance, “A lot of shit that I don’t want to talk about happened, okay? But one thing that did happen is that my ex said I don’t reciprocate in bed, and I know that shit is a lie.”
“So that’s what you need to prove to yourself? That you can please your bedmate?” you asked, rolling your eyes and leaning on the doorframe.
“Not just any bedmate!” Blitzø yelled, obviously getting worked up at the memory of whatever happened, “I need to prove that I can pleasure a pussy haver! That bitch made it seem like I don’t know where the clit is, and I cannot have that!”
Your eye twitched at the term ‘pussy haver,’ but still, you sighed and walked over towards the bed, “Yaknow, I don’t think you’ve ever eaten me out before.”
“Yeah, well, you’ve never sucked me off either. We’re more of the quick fuck type of booty call.” Blitzø rolled his eyes, “Now, am I gonna have to cut your stupid sleep shorts off or what?”
You stood silently in front of him for a moment, looking him up and down, trying to decide if you were really going to do this. The assassin seemed almost desperate for you to agree, and honestly, you did kind of want to see if he actually was good at eating pussy or not.
With a tired sigh, you slip out of your shorts and panties before climbing up onto your bed. Blitzø smirks at you before clapping his hands together and rubbing them, “You should also take your top off; I’m about to give you some real underboob sweat.”
“Literally, what the fuck?” You snap, glaring at him as he pushes your legs apart. The feeling of the cool air on your exposed core makes you shiver, and you quickly pull off your t-shirt.
Blitzø pulls your folds apart with his thumbs, exposing you even more, and spits on your pussy. You jump at the suddenness of his action and open your mouth to yell at him before he moves one of his thumbs, sliding it between your folds to spread his spit. You moan softly when he just barely brushes your clit, and you hear him mumble, “See, you fucking skank, I know exactly where the clit is.”
“Yep, you sure showed her. Now, why don’t you rub it or something.” You whined when his thumb only grazed the sensitive nub again.
“Oh no, I’m gonna do this right,” Blitzø said and began circling your entrance with his middle finger. “Which means I’m gonna draw it out as long as possible.”
You moan loudly when he slides his finger inside of you; your legs fall open impossibly wider as you glare down at him, “You’re an ass.”
“It’s your fault for thinking otherwise, sweetheart.” Blitzø meets your glare with a smirk before leaning down and flicking his forked tongue against your clit. Your hips buck up at the small bit of friction, pushing his finger deeper inside of you and making you grip the sheets tightly.
Using his free hand to hold your hips down against the bed, Blitzø started to pump his finger in and out of you slowly as he dragged his tongue between your folds. Every time the forked tip of his tongue cradled your clit, your hips jerked, and you moaned, no doubt alerting your neighbors to what you were up to.
After a few minutes of this slow torture, Blitzø finally pushed a second finger inside of you, making your back arch, “Oh fuck, Blitz.”
“Yeah, that's right,” Blitzø grunted against your mound, his fingers moving faster inside of you, “You better remember who’s making you feel this good.”
“Blitz your tongue-” You whine, missing the feeling of his mouth on you.
“What about it, sugar?” Blitzø asked, bringing this thumb up to rub agonizingly slow circles against your clit as his fingers continued to fuck into you, curling up just right and hitting your sweet spot. “Awe, does the dumb slut want my tongue on her clit? Are you gonna beg for it?”
You let out a frustrated groan, not wanting to give in to this stupid game but also needing his stupidly long tongue to cum, “Please, Blitz, fuck! Please use your tongue!”
“Well, when you ask so nicely.” You didn’t have to look at the imp to know he was smirking as he said that before he sucked your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the small nub and making you all but scream.
You couldn’t help yourself anymore and reached down, grabbing Blitzø’s horns and pulling his face closer. You felt more than heard his muffled grunt of surprise, the noise vibrating against your sensitive skin and making your legs shake. That all-too-familiar heat began coiling in your abdomen, and you started rocking your hips against him as you moaned, “I’m so close!”
Something suddenly brushing against your left breast, pushing against your neglected nipple, and sending a shiver up your spine caught your attention. You pried your eyes open to see Blitzø had snaked his tail up your body, the flat end of it pressing against your tit until it lifted and came back down with a hard smack.
“Blitz fuck!” You cried out as you came, body overwhelmed with the amount of stimulation.
Blitzø continued his brutal pace as you soaked his face. His fingers still fucked against your g-spot, his tongue still circled your swollen clit, and his tail still smacked against your nipple until you were begging him to stop. He finally pulled away from you with a wet pop and leaned over you with a smirk while he licked his lips.
“So?” He asked, sounding out of breath but looking way more smug than when he showed up, “How was that?”
You panted, completely slumped against your bed, and getting pissed off at the sweaty feeling under your boobs, “That was-”
The sound of a high-pitched barking started blaring from Blitzø’s pocket, and you tilted your head to watch as he quickly pulled his phone out. You knew that was his daughter Loona’s ringtone, so when the imp’s eyes widened impossibly large before he scurried off the bed, you became nervous. “Blitz? Everything okay?”
“Yeah- shit!” Blitzø cursed as he fell off your bed, and you just rolled your eyes, “Yeah, Looney just needs me to pick her up!”
You just sat on your bed and listened as Blitzo ran out of your room and grabbed his jacket, “Okay, well-”
The sound of your front door opening and slamming shut cut you off, leaving you alone again. Looking at the clock on your nightstand, you saw time as a little past one in the morning and sighed. If it weren’t for the wet feeling between your legs and the satisfied ach in your body, it would almost feel like he’d never been at all.
You flopped back down on your bed with a huff, “Asshole.”
I did it guys I finished the fic high me decided I was gonna write😌
Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 6 - Transaction Action
How the mighty do fall.
(Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn’t exactly considered classy, Stolas.)
"Stolas wants you don't get mad", he blurts out.
"What do you mean Stolas wants me?"
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus | pt.10
Word Count: 12,920
Warnings: threesome, afab!reader, unprotected sex (don’t do that y’all!! also this does NOT lead to a pregnancy or anything like that lol i fell for that in a fic once and i hated it so don’t worry abt that), making out, dry-humping, dirty talk, fingering, Stolas has a cloaca (like in canon), Blitzø purrs, hair-pulling, feather-pulling (?), tail play (?), use of blindfold, physical restraint (no ropes, just.. tails again lmao), light choking, stolas is very submissive, penetrative sex, standing sex, sexual tension, name-calling, light degradation, dom/sub undertones, squirting, i think that’s all. this chapter is basically just sex honestly.
dividers by @cafekitsune <3
When Blitzø called you up into his office only a few minutes before you were supposed to go home, this was not where you’d thought the conversation would be going. You could have imagined it would have something to do with his whole situation with Stolas, judging by the weird suggestive way he asked you to go and the fact that the full moon was just the next day, but, then again, that was Blitzø, and that wasn’t really anything abnormal.
But when he sat you down on his chair, circled behind you and offered you a fucking shoulder rub (which, what the fuck?), you knew something was up. “Okay what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“The fuck’s wrong with you?” He retorts.
“Blitz. What did you do?”
“Why do you think I did something?”
“You would not be giving me a fucking massage right now if you hadn’t done something.”
“Maybe I’m just trying to get you in the mood… ‘s it working?” He half-heartedly tries some flirty humor.
“Blitz.”
He sighs. “Okay I did do something.”
“Oh what a surprise!”
“But it wasn’t like. Well I didn’t do do something. I just did something.”
“What does that fucking mean?”
“Stolas wants you don’t get mad,” he blurts out.
“What do you mean Stolas wants me?”
He sits down on top of the desk in front of you so he can face you as he speaks. “Well you know the thing I have with him?”
“Not exactly, it’s really fucking confusing.”
“Not that confusing. We use his little magic spell book-”
“His Grimoire.”
“Yeah that. We use that in order to have I.M.P. happen and everything. And I bring it back to him every full moon.”
“Yeah and where does the whole sex thing come in again?”
“Well it’s like. Uh. It’s like an exchange, you know. He lets us use the book, which is kind of a little bit very illegal but ya know he’s royalty he won’t get in trouble or something like that, I don’t know, and in exchange I have sex with him.”
“Like just once a month?”
“Like just once a month,” he repeats in confirmation.
“That is-”
“Fan-fucking-tastic, right?”
“Not exactly what I was gonna say. But sure.”
“Well it is. And guess what? Stolas wants you to… participate… in our activities.”
“Stolas what?”
“I told you! He wants you.” Blitzø smirks, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
“What? No.”
His expression falls immediately. “What do you mean no?”
“I mean, you can’t just go offering sexual favors in my name! I’m not some fucking sex doll!”
“You said you wouldn’t get mad!”
“No I didn’t, you just asked me not to.”
“Look I didn’t offer it, he just asked for it!”
“Well then tell him no! I see this guy all the time for years and sure he’s hot or whatever but he’s so composed and polite and never shows any fucking ounce of interest and now he pulls this?”
“I mean you’re not awful to look at. Maybe he’s been thinking about it all this time. Maybe all those years he’s been jacking it off to you in his-”
“Well this is not the way to go about it.”
“He just told me to ask you. It’s supposed to be a ‘non-pressure ask,” He says, in air-quotes, “but, like, he’s a prince you know? And we need the book.”
“Does none of that sound concerning to you?”
“Not really,” he shrugs. “It’s just what I do.”
Your mind wanders to yourself a few years before and you wonder if it would be wise to accept a deal like this. You wonder, too, if you should talk to Ozzie before deciding on it, but then again… you kind of didn’t want to have that conversation. And would it be so bad to hook up with two hot guys and get something you needed out of it? You realize you were sounding just like Blitzø. Or just like…
You shake the thought away. This was different. “What about us?” You find yourself asking.
“What about us?”
“How would we go about this? Isn’t it gonna be weird?”
“What? No way. We’re just gonna be friends who… sometimes… fuck the same guy… at the same time. And that’s it.”
“Is it… good? Like is it good at all with him or just like. A ‘get it over with to get what you want’ kind of thing’?”
Blitzø averts his eyes to the floor, hesitating before giving you an answer. “Best sex I’ve ever had. But don't go telling anyone that.”
“Well shit.”
“So, you in?”
“I... the full moon’s tomorrow, right? Can I… think about it?”
“As your boss? No. But as your friend… sure.”
“Wow. So caring of you.”
“Yeah yeah call me mother Talita or whatever.”
“Mother what?” You stifle a laugh.
“Mother Talita? You know, that… nun or whatever.”
“That’s Mother Theresa, dude. And she’s been down here.”
“Yeah well so am I.”
“Well, am I dismissed, sir?” You mock him, putting on a stupid accent, trying to ease the tension up.
“Sir, huh? I can work with sir.”
You smile. Has it been that long since that day you met?
[. . .]
Millie looks confused when she opens her front door to find you on the other side of it later that day. Well, not day anymore, technically. A little later than that. And a little later than later, too.
Alright, it’s the middle of the night and you’re sort of, kind of, panicking. A lot.
“Y/N? E’rythin’ alright?” She yawns, clearly woken up by your knocking on her door.
“I know you were sleeping, I’m really sorry.”
“It’s fine. Something happen?”
“Not really. Well not yet.”
She raises an eyebrow, curious. “Come in, girl.” She walks you inside and the two of you sit down, facing each other, on the purple couch you always compliment her on. Moxxie comes out of their room, rubbing his eyes and barely awake. “Sweetie everything-“ he yawns. “Everything okay?” He doesn’t even register the fact that you’re there, eyes barely open.
“Yeah Mox. Y/n’s just here to talk.”
“Oh. Hey.” He finally fixes his eyes on you and gives you a little wave.
“Hey Mox,” you wave back.
“‘S it a both of us talk or a Millie talk?”
“Millie talk.”
“Okay. I’ll be,” he vaguely points back to the room, his mind clearly still foggy from the sleep. You feel bad for waking them up like this, but it’s not exactly the first time something like this has happened, be it you showing up at their door at late hours to talk to either or both of them just like this, or one of them (both too, once) showing up at your place instead. “I’ll be right. There.”
“Sure, Mox. You can go back to sleep now, alright? I’ll be right back,” Millie tells him with a fond smile, and he nods before walking back into the room, closing the door behind him to let the two of you talk.
“Okay. Ya wanna tell me what’s going on now?”
“Blitz asked me to do something and I think I’m gonna say yes but I really don’t know if I should ‘cause it’s a little bit insane.”
“Oookay. What’d he ask ya to do?”
“Well not just him. Apparently- apparently Stolas-“
“The prince guy?”
“Yeah, the prince guy. Apparently he wants to make the deal they have like… a three person thing.”
“What?” She asks loudly, voice pitched up.
“Yeah. And apparently he asked Blitz to ask me to participate tomorrow.”
“They want you to like… fuck ‘em?” She makes a crude gesture with her hands, trying to confirm she understood you right.
“… yeah.”
“Well shit!”
“I know!”
“And you wanna say yes?”
“Is it crazy if I do?”
“A little! I get that you wanna fuck Blitz but you’re sure a threesome with this royal guy is the best way to do that?”
“Hey! I don’t wanna fuck Blitz!”
“Y/n. I love you. I love Blitz.” She pauses, trying to make a point. “You two wanna fuck so bad it’s painful to watch sometimes.”
“That’s not true! And we both agreed waaay back when we met that we wouldn’t. That’s why we’re such good friends!” You exclaim, as if what you’re saying is normal and even obvious.
“Again, I love you. Very much. But I don’t need to keep fighting some urge to fuck you so that we can stay friends, ya know. That’s not normal.”
You go quiet. The point she’s trying to make is fundamentally right, and so there’s really not anything you can say to dispute it. You know that.
“That’s not the point here! I think I want to say yes, just see where it goes maybe. But what if we’re right? And then we fuck and things are weird and I’m just involved in this situation.”
“I think you’re giving it too much credit. Things could get a little weird but it’s not like it would fuck up your friendship.”
“You don’t think it would?”
“Not if you don’t let it. But I’m a little worried about the threeway part of it. This isn’t Blitz asking you out. You know that, right? It’s Stolas asking to fuck ya. Through him. He’s like. Just a part of it.”
“I know. And I don’t want Blitz to ask me out, by the way. Alright? And yeah obviously this feels a little weird. But the guy’s hot and I’ve always noticed that. And don’t tell him I told you this, like ever, but Blitz says he’s the best sex he’s ever had.”
“Blitz said that?”
“Yeah! I think I’m just curious.”
“Girl, you know what you wanna do already. I dunno why you even came here.”
“I want your opinion!”
“My opinion is you wanna do this so do it! But maybe don’t commit to like… a forever kinda deal ya know. Do it once and see whatcha think.”
“Okay. Yeah. That sounds… smart.”
“ I never said I thought it was smart, it’s dumb as shit!”
[. . .]
Blitzø was already in his office when you got to work. Well, obviously. You’d passed up on the carpool this morning, choosing to walk this time instead. What was weird, though, was the fact that the place was so oddly quiet at that time of the morning, when usually there would be some sort of argument between Moxxie and Loona going on, or some weird client explaining their whole life story to Blitz somewhere, or even Millie training in the middle of the office.
Millie and Moxxie weren’t there, though. Strange. “Where’s everyone?” You ask Loona.
“The two fuckfaces went up on their own.”
“Why?”
She shrugs. “Don’t ask me. Blitz told them to. Said he’d go for a different target with you when you got here.”
“‘Kay. Thanks.”
You walk up to his office, knocking on the door. It was closed, which was also weird. He almost never left it closed unless he had a client in there, which Loona would’ve probably told you about. “What?” He yells from inside.
“It’s me.”
“Oh. Come in.”
You do. You open the door to find him sitting on his chair, hands behind his head and feet over the table. “So?” He asks, and you know he’s referring to your answer to what he proposed the day before. Alright, straight to the point then.
“D’you think I could go tonight and see how it goes? Before, you know, committing to the whole deal thing and all?”
“I mean I guess?”
“Tell him I’m doing that,” you assert yourself.
He doesn’t seem to have any complaints about it. Quite the opposite, in fact. “So… ya wanna get ready at my place? I can help you relax a little before we go.” He grins, doing that stupid thing where he wiggles his eyebrows up and down.
“Stop making things weird!”
“Learn how to take a joke, bitch!”
“Learn how to be funny, asshole!”
[. . .]
At home, you’re feeling nervous. What the fuck had you even gotten yourself into? What had gotten into Stolas to request you participate in the agreement anyway? You’d barely ever exchanged that many words in the times you’d seen each other throughout the years.
Still, there you were, getting ready to fulfill his wishes.
Well, if you were doing this, you should dress to impress, right? You convince yourself that’s what you’re doing, but really you’re just trying to compensate for the anxiety by dressing nice and at least feeling hot.
You smile at your reflection in the mirror: you look nice. It’s been a while since you’ve gone out with anyone. Well, not that this was going out. It’s still been a little while since you've hooked up with someone, too, though. You sit down on your bed and grab your phone, noticing you got a text from Millie.
mills: how u doin?
You send her a selfie as a reply.
mills: DAMN
U LOOK HAWT
you: thank u!! u really think so?
mills: duhh??
bur r u sure ur ok w this?
you: i think so
mills: thats not a yes
you: if i get uncomfortable ill leave
promise!
right?
mills: right.
so. u finally getting it on w blitzzzzzzzz 😏😏😏😏
you: ew
bye millie!!
mills: aw cmonnn
you: no!!
bye!!!
No getting into that subject. Millie has been adamant about pointing out the sexual tension between you and Blitzø for ages now. And, just as you could admit the night before, it’s not that you don’t notice it, or even that you were in denial about it being there- you were denying any acting upon it. And it was working out great, in fact! It’s what made you two such great friends, right? And tonight you were throwing years of that self control out the window. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all.
You tried not to dwell too hard on that, as there’s plenty of other things to think about at the moment, and you click out of Millie’s contact and on Blitzø’s instead.
you: im ready
can you come get me???
He takes a few minutes to reply.
blitz(n)o: ON MY WAY
[. . .]
“Shit” is the first and only thing he says as soon as he pulls up outside of your apartment complex, checking you out.
“What? Is it too much? I thought it was simple enough.” You look down at your outfit as you get in the car- a black tank top, lacy black bra peeking out, and simple, plain black shorts.
“No it’s simple. Pretty uh. Pretty simple,” Is all he says before turning his head to face forward, beginning to drive.
What did that fucking mean? “Okay.”
He changes the subject. “So! Ya ready for the time of your life?”
“I don’t think you understand how much I’ve fucked before.”
“I don’t think you understand how good I am.”
“Sure thing, Blitz.”
“Oh don’t act like you haven’t been thirsting for this dick for years now.”
“I most definitely haven’t.”
“That’s not what I hear.”
“And what do you hear?”
“What I hear is that my dick must be good.”
You cringe as you remember the moment. You were wondering when he’d bring that up again. Though you hoped he’d forget about it, you know him, and you know he wouldn’t. “Oh come on, that's low, it was a slip-up.”
“You said it though.”
“You can’t prove it.”
“I have witnesses!”
“Will you shut up?”
“Oh no, I’m gonna talk about this forever and ever and ever and ever and-“
“Shhhhh I wanna listen to some music,” you turn on the radio, trying to get out of the conversation, and tuning into one of the Wrath stations. You sing your hearts out to a few songs until you get to the palace, and then your mood immediately shifts- this is real. This is going to happen. It feels thrilling, but it feels weird, too.
“Come on, we gotta get in through the balcony.”
“What?”
“What?”
“Why?”
“I- uh- cause… his wife. Well, ex-wife? Or whatever.”
“His wife’s here?”
“No, she leaves with his daughter when I come over.”
“So why would we get in through the balcony?”
“Well the servants!”
“He’s a prince, Blitz, can’t he do, like, whatever he wants?”
“Look, we just gotta. ‘Kay?”
It doesn’t really seem up for debate, so… “Okay.” You follow him, and rather ridiculously climb up Stolas’ balcony, feeling like a fool. When you get up there, Stolas is sitting on his bed, tapping his foot, waiting for you. His eyes light up when he sees the two of you.
“‘Sup, Stolassss?” Blitzø greets him.
“Hello Blitzy. Y/n,” he stands up to greet the both of you, immediately flustered over your presence. He's definitely never done anything like what you’re here to do ever in his life.
“Your Highness.”
“Oh, Please no, what have I told you? None of that.”
“Sorry. Old habits. Hi, Stolas.”
“That’s much better, darling. I like it when you say my name.” Oh.
“I brought her like I said I would, ya fucking perv,” Blitzø smirks.
“Uhm. I can see that, Blitzy.” He looks over to you. “Are you alright with this, dear?”
“Yes, I think.”
Stolas tilts his head to the side. “You think?”
“I’m not really sure why I’m here, honestly. You never really… showed any interest before.”
“My apologies, darling. Things were… a lot more difficult, then. But I have always noticed you.”
“I’m not that sure if I believe you, but-”
“Would you let me show you, then?”
Oh shit. “Yeah. Okay.” You nod, a little more enthusiastically than intended.
“Hey I’m feeling a little left out here,” Blitzø complains, arms crossed over his chest.
Stolas lets out a chuckle. “Is it alright if he joins us, dear?” He asks softly.
“Bitch I’m the one who actually knows her!”
“I am only checking in with her!”
“Let me check in with her!”
“Very well, then, go ahead!”
“It cool if we threeway?”
You let out a laugh at his wording. Ever a poet. “Sure.”
“Nice. See, Stolas?”
Stolas chuckles again, and sits down on the bed, patting the spot next to him. Blitzø follows, sitting down too, but leaving the spot between them empty. He signals for you to come sit with them. Blitzø leans down, pushing your hair out of the way so he’s granted access to your neck. As he begins kissing the spot right under your ear, Stolas grabs your hand, holding it in his.
“Wait.”
They stop moving altogether.
“What, can’t take it? We barely started!” Blitzø jokes.
“It’s not that, asshole. Let’s just not get straight into it, yeah?”
“Shit, okay. You like to watch?” He grins, and you don’t have the time to respond before he lunges over at Stolas, grabbing him by the collar of his vest and pulling him into a hungry kiss.
Stolas seems taken by surprise at first, but quickly lets himself get lost in it, wide eyes closing and startled expression relaxing. At first the kiss is only that- hungry. But as the moments go by you see it morph into something else- they look like two men starved, ready to devour each other whole. They move against each other aggressively, messily, over you, with Stolas cupping Blitzø’s jaw with both of his hands and Blitzø pulling hard on the feathers on the back of his head. Once in a while you can catch a glimpse into the way their tongues move against each other, desperate and careless, and it’s fucking hot.
“Fuck,” you find yourself mumbling under your breath at the scene, unable to hide the way it’s got you all hot and bothered, and the two men pull away from each other, both out of breath.
Blitzø smirks, very obviously enjoying the reaction they got out of you. “So. Like what you see?”
You only nod.
“Wanna try it out?”
You nod again, slowly.
“Use your words, dear,” Stolas urges you, and fuck it’s delicious.
“Yes.”
“Wanna put on a little show for birdy here?” Blitzø grins.
“Yes,” you repeat yourself. He’s so gonna give you shit for the way you’re acting right now after you’re done.
But right now he’s almost sweet about it. “Come here,” he tells you, expecting you to lean in. You do.
Blitzo kisses you abruptly, with no time for you to think twice of it. He kisses you fervently, slowly, taking his time with this kiss that feels long overdue. Honestly, thinking back on it, it feels crazy that, with the sheer amount of sexual tension between you, you’d never even kissed before, despite the constant half-jokes about everything you half-seriously wanted to do to each other. It had always seemed like a line you shouldn’t cross- one you wouldn’t be able to come back from. And you suppose you were right: there was no way things could go back to normal after this. You could act like things were normal, but there was no way in hell you’d be able to forget whatever was about to happen.
This was a problem for future you, though, because current you is busy enjoying every second of this.
He smirks into the kiss, and you can’t even get yourself to complain about his smugness like you normally would. Instead, you reach over around him, twirling his tail around on your pointer finger, hoping to get a reaction out of him. He lets out a kind of whimper you’d only ever heard animals make, clearly unprepared for that. You’d want to make fun of it, if only it didn’t sound so fucking hot and if only it didn’t seem so fucking enticing to have him whimper for you. You’re filled with the urge to make him do it over and over and over and over again, which sucks, because there’s no way you’ll be able to hold a normal conversation with him with those sounds to be remembered. He pulls away from you, though, as soon as he catches himself making the noise.
“Damnit, woman, gotta give a guy a warning!”
You shrug, half-apologetically, and the both of you turn to take a look at Stolas, who has his eyes open impossibly wide- all four of them. His mouth hangs open and there’s a very visible pink flush on his cheeks and it looks so damn cute and it’s making him look so very, very fuckable right now.
“Was it a good show, Stolas?” You ask, trying to get a reaction from him.
Stolas can only get himself to nod slowly, as if lost in a trance. The look on his face makes you want to eat him right up.
“Well. Do I get a show?” Blitzø asks, and a surge of boldness rushes through you, pushing you to crawl your way onto Stolas’ lap, tracing your fingers along his face and his beak and looking up at him through your lashes in feigned innocence.
“What do you think, Stolas? You think he deserves it?”
The prince gulps. It’s exhilarating- to have a fucking Goetia prince under you gulping in anticipation to have you. It’s been a while since you’ve let yourself feel this sort of power over someone. “I… believe it’s only fair,” he responds.
You nod in agreement, pleased, and pull him to you by the collar of his tailored vest. Kissing Stolas is obviously pretty different from kissing Blitzø, but different definitely isn’t bad in this case. It’s a lot more tongue, which makes sense. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been wondering what it was even like to kiss him, considering the, you know, beak. But his hands were planted on your hips and his tongue was moving against yours and he wasn’t desperate in such a way that rushed things too fast, but he was still so clearly eager with the way he kissed you like he’d run out of time that it got you stunned. Fuck, all thoughts that could still linger of this being a bad idea were getting thrown out the window by now- you’d deal with those later.
“Okay okay I get it,” Blitzø complains, interrupting the moment by pulling you away from Stolas by your hair. It makes you freeze in place on the demon’s lap. Did he really just pull on your hair right now? You try to blink the shock right off your face, and maybe the fact that it might have turned you on for just a second, but it’s there long enough for Stolas, who’s staring at you with wide eyes, to notice- you can see it in his expression, like he was making a mental note of it, but he doesn’t mention it out loud.
“That’s rude! What’d you do that for?” You scold.
“Oh, don’t tell me you don’t like it, I heard ya tell Millie you do. And the two of you got too many clothes on for a proper show.” You decide to brush off the first comment as to not freak yourself out- you know what conversation that came up in and you did not want to think about the fact that he’d apparently overheard it. Instead, you focus on the latter.
You look back at Stolas, who’s been awfully quiet since Blitzø’s interruption. So much for ‘using your words, dear’. “Actually I think so too. You agree, Stolas?”
“Oh my- fuck, yes!”
You and Blitzø share a look at the reaction, both grinning.
Blitzo wants more, though- he wants to prove to you just how dirty Stolas is, how you should have believed him when he told you about it. “Come on, you can do better than that, Stolas. Don’t be shy now. Tell us what you want.”
“What I want?”
You nod eagerly, encouraging him.
Blitzø moves closer, settling on kneeling behind Stolas, voice dropping an octave as he coos at his ear. “You can talk to her like you talk to me. She ain’t no saint.”
“Really, Blitz?” You raise an eyebrow at the comment.
He looks up at you. “What? You’re the one already on his lap.” Okay, yeah, fair enough.
“So? I can bring out the toys if you want. Just say the word, Stols.” Blitzø urges him. You take a mental note of the nickname to ask him about it at a later time.
Stolas hesitates for only a couple seconds before describing the most dirtiest, filthiest ways in which he wanted to be fucked. You find yourself wanting to fulfill them all as he talks to you. “I want you to fill me up with your fingers. I want it so badly. I have fantasized about it. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this, for how long. Want to gag on Blitzy’s big cock, I want to hear you while he thrusts deep into you, you need to know how perfect it feels. I just want- I- I don’t know what I want, I- I-”
“Fuck.” Blitzo breathes out.
“Fuck.” You reapeat. Fuck, indeed.
A new sense of eagerness runs through you and compels you to move to unbutton the buttons on Stolas’ vest that you’re sure are all made out of real gold. Blitzø seems to be in the same line of thought as undoes his cape from behind him. Why was he even wearing the fucking cape for a scheduled hookup? Whatever, it just needed to be off, off, off. You both move at what feels like it could very much be the speed of light to undress him.
Hearing what Stolas fantasized about had clearly turned the both of you on beyond comprehension, and every ounce of rationality was getting thrown out the window by the second. The clothes you’d taken off of him were blindly thrown somewhere in the room, leaving him only in his pants and underwear, and as much as you did want them off too, you didn’t have it in you to get up off of his lap yet. “Fuck, Stolas. Few months ago I wouldn’t have thought you had that kind of mouth.” You ground your hips against his, experimentally, trying to gauge his reaction.
He didn’t seem to be expecting you to do that, his hips betraying any tries he could make at seeming unbothered by it as they seemed to involuntarily thrust up to meet yours instantly. And then he fucking hoots. Incredible. He covers his mouth when he realizes the sound he made.
“I told you. He’s a filthy fucking whore.” Blitzø says, still behind him. Stolas gulps at the insult. He likes it, you realize.
You run a hand through the feathers on his chest, keeping the other on his shoulder, and you can feel him shiver under you. Blitzø keeps on, speaking in that low voice that wasn’t even directed at you anymore but still gave you chills, bringing his hands to pull Stolas’ down from your hips and on the mattress, on either side of him, trapping them firmly there. You get the idea- and it fills you with anticipation: if things keep going like this, you’re sure to have an utterly helpless Stolas between you. The image your mind conjures of it alone is already breathtaking enough to leave your mind foggy. You roll your hips against his again, and again, settling into a painfully slow pace just to tease him. “What’s up with that, Stolas? The lady thought you weren’t even into her! Acting all polite and shit and then going home and jerking it to her. That what you were doing?”
Stolas doesn’t reply, and you could have mistaken that for him being uncomfortable, if only his body wouldn’t keep betraying him. Blitzø has learned how to use that condescending, mocking tone to get the prince going, having turned it almost into an art form at this point with the way he seemed to know exactly what to say and how to say it to tug on his strings. He closes all four of his eyes, breathing growing more erratic as he grinds back up against you, pointlessly chasing what you purposefully simply won’t give him enough of.
“It’s okay if you did, Stolas, baby. You can tell us,” you coo, as if taking pity on him. The truth is seeing him like this, all flustered and pathetic, was something you came to find out you enjoyed- very much so.
He opens his eyes- only the lower ones- and stares at you with them wide. “Only- only sometimes.”
“Oh, did you now? Poor thing! Did you hear that, Blitz?”
Blitzø lets out a mocking laugh from behind him, still trapping his hands in place. “So pathetic. I bet you jerk it to the thought of our last full moon too, don’t you, Your Highness?”
Stolas doesn’t reply, once again. You halt all movement at the lack of response, as you’ve come to realize teasing him is beyond fun. “Come on, answer him, Stolas.”
“I can’t help it.”
“I knew it. You’re a fuckin’ mess, Stolas! Look at your feathers all ruffled up. So pathetic. ‘S it the girl on your lap or the guy right behind you, huh?”
Stolas completely ignores him. “Your- your clothes. I’m the only one undressed here.. They should be off too,” he pleads, eyes closed once again.
“Which one of us?” You ask.
“Both of you.”
“Oh.”
“Fine by me,” Blitzø shrugs, freeing Stolas’ hands from his grip and taking off his jacket, revealing a button up shirt and… are those suspenders? You restrain yourself from making fun of them so as to not ruin the mood. You’ll make fun of them later. He takes the shirt off swiftly and begins to unbutton his pants, too.
“This what you want me to take off?” You inquire, pulling on one of the straps of the black top and tilting your head to the side. It’s pointless to ask, really, and you know that- there was only so much for you to take off, unlike the two freaks who were practically competing for the most clothing layers in hell. Truth is, you just want to make him say it.
“Yes,” he affirms, pulling at the hem of your top. “Please.”
You nod, pulling it over your head and discarding it somewhere on the floor next to the bed. You take your time, not missing the opportunity to make a little show of it. “Better?”
“So much.” He breathes out.
“Holy fuck I’ve always dreamed of seeing those,” Blitzø comments, staring profusely and unashamedly at your chest. You’re still wearing the pretty black bra you’d picked earlier, and you let out a genuine laugh at the reaction.
“Shut up- ” Whatever you were about to say next dies out as Stolas places a kiss on your collarbone with no warning.
“What, you don’t think it’s true?”
“Oh, no, I believe you.”
“Cocky bitch.”
“You- fuck-“ Stolas nips at a sensitive spot on your neck, just under your ear. “You asked, you pri-” you suck in a breath as he runs his tongue along your throat.
“Hey now, we’re trying to have a conversation here,” Blitzø scolds him. “They don’t teach you it’s rude to interrupt at prince school?” He mocks, and his tail ascends to Stolas’ neck, entailing itself around it and tugging on it. It pulls Stolas’s face away from your body and leaves him gasping for air, and, fuck, it’s hot. “Where was I?” He asks you nonchalantly, tail still squeezing Stolas’ throat just enough to make his breathing erratic. “Telling you how many times I imagined what it’d be like to bury my head in your sweet, sweet-”
“Pervert.”
“Joke’s on you, insulting me only turns me on more.” The spade of his tails lifts Stolas’ chin up, forcing him to rest his head back on Blitzø’s chest.
“Why does that not surprise me- will you quit staring at my boobs?”
“I mean it’s kinda hard when they’re like right there. And where’s that energy for the pigeon here? He hasn’t taken his eyes off ‘em since you took the shirt off. And he’s got four of ‘em.”
You look back down at Stolas, who not-so-gracefully makes a point of directing his gaze somewhere else.
“You been staring, Stolas?”
“No.” It comes out breathy, the sound threatening to not even come out given the hold of Blitzø’s tail on his throat.
Blitzø scoffs.
“It’s okay if you were.”
“Hey!” Blitzø complains. “I’m being treated so unfairly here!”
You ignore him. “Did you get a good look?” You card your fingers through Stolas’ hair before caging his face in your hands.
“What do you mean-”
You pull yourself off his lap altogether and he whimpers at the loss of contact, immediately muttering out apologies for staring at you. You just can't believe how easy it is to make him so submissive, such a mess.
“I’m not punishing you for staring, Stolas. I just think you got a good look already. Don’t you wanna take a good look at Blitz too?” Blitzø raises an eyebrow at you as you lock eyes, silently questioning where you plan on going with that.
Stolas doesn’t have to be told twice, and turns his head, and only his head, to look at Blitzø , in almost a full 180° turn. It’s freaky, and not the sexy kind of freaky- scary freaky.
“Geez don’t fucking do that!” Blitzø releases the demon from his own tail’s grip on his throat. “I was gonna let you move!”
Stolas whips his head back into place and turns his whole body to face Blitz this time. “Sorry. I got carried away.”
“Yeah I noticed.”
Stolas doesn’t look embarrassed by what just happened the same way you noticed he’d been when he let out the compromising noises earlier, and you chalk it up to a single reason- he’s too busy ogling at Blitzø’s almost naked body. You get up off the bed, walking to the other end of the room, where Blitzø had left his bag. Rummaging through the collection of sex toys he’d brought in it, you were positive you’d find what you were looking for somewhere in there- and you do.
“The fuck are you doing?” Blitzø calls out.
You wordlessly hold up the blindfold in reply, putting the other stuff back inside the bag before turning around to face them, only to see both men staring at you intently. “What?” You ask, walking back towards the bed. Was this like a wrong move, or something?
“You wanna use that?” Blitzø asks you.
“Well it’s not for not me, is it? It’s for Stolas.” You explain, casually, and said demon chokes on his own spit.
“Me?”
“Well, yes. I think you’ve stared enough for now, haven’t you? You don’t think we can take care of you? Isn’t that what you wanted?”
His cheeks burn a flaming pink hue again and you wonder once again if what you’re suggesting is actually welcome, your confidence faltering for a second. “Have you guys never used it? I thought-”
“Oh we’ve used it alright. I think the pretty bird here’s just a little overwhelmed. Is that right, Stolas?”
“You’re just… so forward, y/n.” It sounds like it’s a good thing, judging by the way he says it. You still want to make sure, though.
“Is that an okay thing?”
“An okay thing?” Stolas repeats, as if even thinking of questioning that is completely stupid. He crawls over to the edge of the bed, where you stood, and sits pretty on his legs with his back to you. “Please do it. I’ll behave, I’ll let you take care of me.”
Okay, green light. Very hot green light.
“Oh, Stolas. I’m sure you will,” you place a kiss on the side of his neck, eyes locked on Blitzø’s as you do so. He, in turn, looks elated, eager for what he knows is coming next.. Whatever you were doing, it seemed you were on the right path, with both of them. You bring the soft black fabric over Stolas’ eyes, tying it up behind his head. Blitzø stares curiously at you when you make eye contact with him again. “You wanna play?” You ask, a devilish smile directed at him.
“Fuck yeah.”
Silence takes over as Blitzø takes his time crawling over to Stolas on all fours, anticipation building inside all three of you by the second. He sits on his own legs, mirroring Stolas’ position, and places his hands on the prince’s knees, pushing his legs open. You can hear Stolas’ breath hitch. Blitzø moves closer now, kneeling between his legs and resting his hands on either of his thighs. Stolas immediately places his own hands on top of the imp’s and leans forward, trying to pull Blitzø into a kiss. Blitzø leans back and clicks his tongue in response.
“Stolas I thought you just said you were gonna behave.”
“I am!”
“You’re not, though, are you? Do I have to spell it out to you? You don’t call the shots here. You touch me when I let you.”
“O- okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He retracts his hands, placing them by his sides once again.
“I don’t know, I’m not very convinced.” He looks up at you. “Think you can hold him for me, sweetheart?” He challenges.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” The words leave his mouth and go straight in between your legs. You can’t help the way it sends shivers up your spine. Blitzø turns his attention back to Stolas. “Come here, Stolas, let’s leave some room for the lady, huh?” He gets into a sitting position and pulls Stolas onto his lap in such a quick motion it makes him gasp.
You kneel on the bed behind Stolas and look up expectantly at Blitzø. As much as Stolas isn’t calling the shots here, neither are you, you realize.
“Now let’s try again, shall we?”
Stolas nods and Blitzø finally pulls him into a kiss once again, hands firmly planted on his hips. You can hear their moans as they make out in front of you, the sinful noises filling the room, and if this were a scene in a movie you’d be replaying it nonstop. Their tongues dance against each other in pure, lewd, lust, and you’re so entranced by it that you almost miss Blitzø’s hand snaking itself down Stolas’ pants. The demon on his lap jumps in surprise, the hands he’d so obediently been keeping to himself involuntarily flying to Blitzø’s biceps.
Blitzø immediately retracts his own hands from Stolas’ body entirely, and Stolas mutters what you think is a ‘fuck’ as he realizes what he did wrong. “It wasn’t fair, you didn’t warn me-”
“Nuh-uh, I gave you another chance already, Stols. I think you need to be taught some manners.” He looks up at you and signals to Stolas, and you blink a couple times before you catch onto what he wants you to do.
You lean in closer, your front now flushed to Stolas’ back, and reach to grab his hands- one with your own and the other with your tail. Bringing them both to his back, you bind them with the tail, securing them together. It leaves your hands free, and you take the liberty to grab Stolas’ hair and pull on it, forcing him to lift his chin up, making him let out a shaky breath. Blitzø didn’t ask you to do that, but you’re sure he’ll appreciate it. You sure are.
“Now we’re talking. Can’t disobey now that you’re being held back, can ya?”
“I’ve apologized-”
“Ah-ah-ah. We’re past that already. And I don’t think you really are sorry. Ya wanna know what I think? I think you want to be held back. I think you want to be helpless.”
Stolas takes a gulp instead of responding.
“Let's see if this way you’ll behave like a good little slut, huh?” Blitzø grabs Stolas’ face with both his hands and pulls him into a kiss that isn’t just desperate, but brutal this time around. Stolas’ little moans are delicious, and you watch over his shoulder as Blitzø snakes a hand inside his pants again. Like the last time, Stolas tries to move his hands, but your hold on his wrists restrains him from doing so. “I still feel like you’re wearing so much. Don’t you think we should take this off?” He pulls on the waistband of Stolas’ pants.
“Please do.”
Blitzø grins and looks at you. “I don’t know… What do you think, y/n? Think he deserves it?”
You lean down to whisper in Stolas' ear. “You think I should tell him you’ve been trying to move?”
“No. No, I won’t do it again. I swear.”
“Yeah, I think we could put him out of his misery.”
“If you think so,” Blitzø pulls on the waistband of Stolas’ pants and underwear again, prompting the prince to lift up his hips so they could be taken off, leaving him completely exposed. You find your position a shame right now, only able to see what you can over his shoulder, and decide you just have to switch it. You let go of your tail’s grip on Stolas’ wrists and let your hands off his hair, moving to kneel by Blitzø’s side, now able to see the whole picture, and it’s a sight to behold, Stolas’ naked body on top of Blitzø’s, his eyes - all four- hidden by the silk fabric.
“Holy shit.”
“What, couldn’t contain yourself?” Blitzø mocks.
“I’m the one who’s new to this.”
“Oh yeah! You are! You wanna give her a proper show now, Stolas?”
“Yes! Yes.”
“You can touch me this time.”
“Oh thank fuck-” Stolas mutters out and immediately wraps his arms around Blitzo’s neck. He ruts his hips against his once, tentatively, trying to gauge any sort of response now that he’s been granted permission to. When Blitzø meets his thrust, he lets out a relieved sigh, and begins to grind onto him in a crescending rhythm, finally able to get some friction in his own accords.
The second Blitzø starts purring, you’re done for. You don’t even really think before your lips are on his neck, and your hand rests on his chest, and his lips meet Stolas’ as they keep their pace against each other, and in a matter of seconds it all becomes a mess of entangled limbs and breaths and lewd noises.
Your lips graze Blitzø’s earlobe for a second and one of his hands comes flying off of Stolas’ hips to your hair, pushing your head back down. “Do it again,” he demands, eyes closed and breathless, and you oblige, kissing up on the side of his neck until you get to his ear again, biting lightly on it, causing him to instinctively pull on his grip in your hair, and making you let out an involuntary moan directly to his ear. He thrusts up hard against Stolas at the noise, the purring growing louder. Stolas yelps at the change in pace, fast, brutal and utterly dirty now. “Come on, Stolas, you can give me one before we get more far.”
Stolas’ face scrunches and you almost think he’s going to correct Blitzø’s grammar before he simply nods, ignoring it and leaning further so his forehead meets Blitzø’s, and it actually looks sweet. There’s no time for being sweet.
You grab Stolas’ face, roughly pulling him to face you, and his movement falters. “Don’t stop, Stolas. Okay?”
“Okay.”
You nod, pleased, squeezing his cheeks until his mouth is forced open and pulling him into a torturing kiss, slow and sensual and downright vulgar. A promised, he doesn’t stop his pace against Blitzø, who meets him with equally eager ruts of his hips, but doesn’t look nor sound nearly as fucked out as he does. Blitzø presses two of his fingers directly to Stolas’ hole, and, though he doesn’t insert them or even move them, the friction from it in between their bodies as the moved in sync seemed to be enough to turn Stolas into an even bigger mess, mouth parted as he let out the most impossibly filthy, delightful noises, barely able to kiss you back properly.
“I’m going to- I’m- Please, please, please, let me-” he’s so gone you’re not even sure he can register what he’s saying, how he’s begging. And he’s begging for permission, you realize.
“You make the call,” Blitzø tells you. “Think he deserves it?”
“I’m not sure,” you taunt. “You think you’ve been a good boy for us, Stolas?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, please, I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything!”
“Good, good boy. You can cum, Stolas. Can you cum for us?”
Stolas nods furiously, pace increasing to be impossibly more desperate, and you watch in awe as Blitzø inserts two of his fingers inside his hole, going back to thrusting into him right after. The noise of his fingers moving inside of Stolas, along with the breathy moans he’s letting out, is so pornographic it makes you blush- Stolas is so fucking wet that Blitzø has no issue inserting them entirely inside, though he’s still careful with it, curling it up in such a way it has Stolas letting out an animalistic screech. You can see he’s just on the verge of finishing, and decide you can put yourself to good use to help, snaking your tail up to his neck and wrapping it tightly around it, now aware that he likes that, but still in such a position that you can have a clear view when he cums- and oh, when he cums!
The wet noises fill the room along with Blitzø’s grunts and Stolas’ utterly sinful moans, in sync with the way their hips meet and Blitzø’s fingers go deeper and deeper inside him each time. The sight is glorious, from Stolas’ semblant of pure ecstasy to the way he drips onto Blitzø’s fingers, hips faltering more and more as he loses himself while the orgasms hits him, leaving it for Blitzø to pump his fingers inside him a few more times so he can fully ride it out.
You retract your tail from his neck as he rests his head on Blitzø’s shoulder, jumping up at the stimulation when Blitzø moves to retract his fingers from inside of him. Blitzø wordlessly offers them to you, and you silently open up your mouth, tongue out and all, so that he can place them inside. You run your tongue over his fingers, coated with Stolas’ fluid, looking at Blitzø through your lashes. You give them kitten licks, enjoying the way he seems affected by the sight. “Suck, bitch,” he demands, and you don’t even have the willpower to determine if you care about the name-calling or not, only doing as he says and sucking his fingers dry obediently. He looks pleased by it. “Ya hear that, Stolas? She’s tasting you on my fingers like it’s her last fuckin’ meal. Bet you wish you could see that,” he mocks, and Stolas shudders at the thought. You pull away with a soft ‘pop’, licking the remnants of the liquid from your lips.
“Don’t be mean, Blitz,” you coo, moving to untie the fabric in the back of Stolas’ head. He takes a couple seconds to lift his head up from Blitzø’s shoulder, eyes slowly opening to take in the view of the two of you. He blushes slightly, and his eyes travel down to where his groin meets Blitzø’s, gulping at the sight of his cum all over Blitzø’s underwear. He’s sure he’s ruined it, but doesn’t have the heart to care. He can just buy him a new one.
“Are you alright, Stolas?’ You ask him, softly, as he comes back to his senses.
“Yes. Yes, thank you, thank you.”
Blitzø smirks. “So, Stols. Anything, huh?”
“I- uh-” Stolas stumbles over his words, embarrassment washing over him now that he’s come down from chasing his high. “I-”
“Are you backing down, Your Highness?”
“Don’t call me that,” Stolas scolds him. “And I still don’t know why I am the only one undressed.”
“Cause it’s fun,” you chime in, chuckling at his expression.
“You a pussy, Stolas?”
“No- I’m- will you not call me that?”
“If you stop acting like one.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Now that’s more like it.” He grins, pleased. “You’re gonna eat her out, and I’m gonna watch.”
“What?” You’re the one to ask.
“What, don’t think I didn’t see your thighs pressed together while you watched us. I could bet you so much money that you’re dripping wet just from watching.”
“I-” You glance at Stolas, who has his head tilted to the side as he watches you. He looks curious. “Okay.”
“Good fuckin’ girl. Come on, Stolas, don’t be shy!” Blitzø pulls you to lie down with your head on one of Stolas’ fancy silk pillows, and you feel anticipation bubbling inside you.
Stolas crawls to kneel right by Blitzø’s side, facing your legs. His eyes wander from you to Blitzø to you to Blitzø, as if unsure where to begin. And apparently he is. “I don’t- I don’t know how to- what should I do?”
“You never eaten a woman out before?”
Stolas ashamedly nods his head no.
“Didn’t you have a whole ass wife?”
“Well, yes, but we barely ever-” oh.
“Okay, well, good thing I’m kind of an expert,” Blitzø grins confidently and you fight the urge to roll your eyes at it. “Ya wanna learn something new today?”
Stolas nods feverishly.
“Okay, well, change of plans, tits,” Blitzø tells you, crawling over to be at face level with you, his body fully on top of yours, weight held up by his hands on either side of your head. “That alright?” He lowers his voice again, staring deeply into your eyes. You’re beginning to suspect he could ask you to do anything in that voice and you’d do it, no questions asked.
You take a gulp. “Yes.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” he whispers, before capturing your lips on his roughly. This time around the kiss doesn’t start slow, or tender, or anything remotely wholesome. It’s obscene and hungry and feels so, so right. He leaves his weight for his left arm to support as, lips still linked with yours, tongue still dancing against your own, he descends his right hand to squeeze your right breast over your bra, and you feel him open a smile against your lips when he manages to make you suck in a harsh breath at the feeling of it. He massages your breast roughly over the piece of clothing before he tugs the bra cup down, thumb and pointer finger promptly taking hold of your nipple and rolling it between them. He pulls his face away from yours and halts his ministrations altogether, much to your dismay, to take a look back at Stolas. “You watching?”
“Of course.”
“Good. You see how you don’t just jump straight into it? Not that you can’t, but it takes the whole experience up a notch to start with some kissing, some touching, some squeezing,” he wiggles his eyebrows at the last part and makes a point of squeezing your boob once again.
“And what makes you so sure you’re doing it right?” You challenge him. You know he knows you’re only doing it to tease him, but whatever gets him back on you, even if only to prove a point. Blitzø fucking loves proving a point.
“Good question. Let’s see, shall we?” He lets go of your bra, letting it cover you again, and begins trailing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, your ears, your neck, your throat. He pays extra attention to your collarbone before supporting himself up and shifting his weight to his legs, straddling you. He places his hand back on your right boob this time, kneading it over your bra once again, and tugs down on the other bra cup, exposing your left.
He dives right in with no warning. You’re given no time to expect it before he’s licking at you messily, your nipple hardening immediately at the contact. The cool air of the room hits the spit that now covers it as he pulls away and intensifies that feeling even more. You breath hitches.
He takes it a sign to keep going, which it is, and encloses his lips around it, sucking like his life depends on it, and holy fuck it feels good. The moans you’re unable, and honestly don’t care enough about anymore, to contain, incite him to alternate between sucking and licking at your nipple, other hand busy massaging your other breast at a matching pace and tail caressing the inner of your thigh, though that you’re not sure is intentional. It turns you on, nonetheless. Only after a while of it is he sufficiently satisfied before feeling like he needs to continue his ‘lesson’. He lets his teeth graze and slightly pull at your nipple as he pulls away. “Yeah I think I’m doing it right,” he boasts.
“Oh fuck you.”
“Ha! Not yet! I’m teaching Stolas how to eat some pussy first, would you mind?”
You roll your eyes.
“Okay, we could give some more attention to the boobies-”
“Ew, Blitz! What the fuck?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’t say fucking boobies!”
“It’s what they are!”
“You’re so fucking-” your words get caught on your throat when his tail wraps itself around your upper thigh, squeezing it tight enough to hurt just a bit. It feels good. “Fuck. Insufferable.”
“Can you let me finish? Ha. Finish. Anyway, we could keep on giving some more attention up there, but the lady seems really impatient, doesn’t she? So we can always just go back to that later.” Tail still wrapped around your upper thigh, he moves around from straddling you to opening your legs to make way for him to kneel between them. Wordlessly, he leans back down to kiss at your stomach, and his hands fly to the waistband of your shorts. He tugs on it and asks for confirmation that he can take it off, doing so as soon as he gets it. You lift up your hips to help him out and he discards the piece of clothing by purposefully throwing it directly at Stolas, who looks stunned by it for a second.
You’re sure Blitzø’s next step is to just get to taking your panties off, but, instead, he wraps his hands behind your legs, pushing you to fold them and plant your feet to the mattress, and leaves small bites all over your inner thighs. Your breathing quickens as he gets closer and closer to where you simply need him at this point, but doesn’t get to it. You're torn between yelling at him to just get to it and just enjoying what he’s doing, however torturing it feels. You’re not torn anymore when he gives a rather harsh bite, tugging on the soft, plush skin of your thigh, sure to leave a mark, and decide on your first option. “Will you please get to it already, you fucking-” He knows you were about to insult him, and makes sure to shut you up just before you can, licking a stripe over your panties. “Shit. Yes.”
“The two of you really need to learn some fucking manners, you know? Have some fucking patience!” He scolds, and he tugs on the thin band of the lingerie with his pointer fingers, pleased with how you immediately respond with furious nodding, urging him to just fucking take it off already. He slides the underwear off your legs slowly as he keeps his words directed at Stolas. “Now if you’ve been doing things right, by the time you’re taking the panties off, she should be wet.”
“Not true for everyone,” you quip, and gasp in surprise when he grazes two of his fingers against your entrance, collecting the wetness and bringing them up for Stolas to inspect. It almost makes you want to die of embarrassment.
“True for you, though. You ready for the best head of your fuckin life?”
“Highly doubt it.”
He only sends you a smile, clearly confident, before lowering himself, hands parting your thighs further and wasting no time before licking a long stripe up from your hole to your clit, sending shivers through your spine. You let out a moan. It fuels him on, and he does it one, two, three times again before his tongue focuses solely to your clit, rolling it out in circles a few times. Your hands instinctively go to his head, taking hold of the base of his horns. What he’s doing feels good, but you know it can feel even better, so you guide his head to signal what you want- “Up and down.”
You’re not sure what his response to the demand will be, if he’ll scold you for telling him what to do, but he seems pleased to have you voicing exactly what you want.
He pulls away for a second to comment on it. “That’s it, babe, tell me what you want.” He latches his mouth to your clit again, sucking on it a couple times before releasing it to go back to flicking his tongue at it, up and down this time, just as you urged him, and the feeling of it is heavenly. You assume.
You can feel a faint sign of your orgasm building inside of you as he keeps on for who-knows-how-long, and so it’s beyond frustrating when he pulls away altogether.
“No! What the fuck?”
“Hey, chill out! I gave a little demonstration, now we should let Stolas practice, shouldn’t we?”
As much as you want Blitzø’s mouth on you again, you don’t deny the suggestion, for Stolas is looking at you in such a mix of curiosity and hunger that it makes you crave his mouth on you too.
“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” Stolas asks you, nervous. “Perhaps I’m not the most qualified to-”
“I’ll guide you, Stolas. Please?”
He only nods, taking Blitzø’s place between your legs. He stares, and it takes a lot of willpower not to close your legs at that. You remind yourself he’s curious, not judging- not only has he never gone down on a woman, the only woman he ever had sex with didn’t exactly have the same anatomy as you did.
“There’s no clothes to take off anymore,” Stolas points out, nervous, as he runs Blitzø’s ‘demonstration’ on his memory again.
Blitzø laughs. “That’s true. You just gotta dive right in. Long as it’s fine with the lady. Is it?”
“Yes.” You feel a little ridiculous in this position, being the object of some sort of sex lesson or whatever the fuck this had turned into, but, as soon as Stolas’ mouth is on you, Blitzø’s hungry eyes staring at the scene, it clicks that he wants to watch the two of you much rather than to genuinely be teaching Stolas anything.
Stolas’ mouth is careful on you and his hands are unsure. Blitzø comes up behind him to place them on your waist, and the prince quickly gets the sign to grip at your sides. You’re surprised when he pulls your body down to him, pressing you to his mouth forcefully as he messily licks at your clit, reminding himself of the up and down motion you’d guided Blitzo into. You want more, more, more.
“Holy shit, Stolas, I want it inside. Please, please, please,” you plead, neverminding the fact he might be confused by the request. It doesn’t even cross your mind as you’re in the middle of it.
Stolas pulls away to turn and look at Blitzø, a silent question of ‘what the fuck does that mean?’ in his semblant.
Blitzø lets out a laugh. “Your tongue, Stolas. She wants it inside her.”
“Oh. Is that right, dear?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes-” he wastes no time in doing as he’s told- Stolas is very good at that, it seems.
He gives your clit a kitten lick before slithering his tongue into your hole and, fuck, fuck, fuck, this is exactly what you wanted. He flicks it inside of you blindly and you can’t help but fuck yourself against it, thrusting against his mouth repeatedly to help him find a rhythm. It feels so good you feel that same feeling bubbling inside you again, your orgasm beginning to creep up again. It stays that way, though, and you realize what you want might be too much to ask of Stolas just yet. “Blitz?”
“Hm?” He’s watching the way you fuck yourself against Stolas’ face intently, barely registering the fact you’re speaking to him.
“Blitz. Your- your fingers.”
“What, birdy not good enough for ya?”
“It’s not that, I want- I want both of you.”
“Oh, shit. Yeah. Yeah I can do that. Scooch over, Stols.”
Your legs are opened impossibly wider, and Blitzø squeezes himself besides Stolas, who looks lost now. “What should I do?”
“Keep eating her out, yeah? Only difference is I’m gonna be fucking her with these while you do it,” he holds up his hand, wiggling his fingers in the air. Stolas blushes at the implication of what’s to happen and Blitzø runs his thumb over your clit in an achingly slow pace before one of his fingers finds its way into your entrance, wet enough now that it doesn’t hurt, but he does it slowly, still, curling it around for a moment before checking in with you. “Y’alright?”
You hum in confirmation.
“Gonna give you another one, alright?”
“Please just fucking put it in, Blitz.”
He doesn’t make any funny remarks at that, only doing as demanded. He inserts a second finger, and this time around it feels like you need a few more seconds to adjust to it, which he gives you. He curls both of them up tentatively, without moving them from their place, and is pleased with the coarse moan he manages to get out of you.
Stolas takes the noise as a cue to dive right in once again, licking at your clit ferociously. The stimulation feels so undeniably amazing you feel your senses tune out. Blitzø begins a slow pace as he pumps his fingers inside you, curling them up ever-so-slightly, and Stolas matches his rhythm as he gives your clit the attention it so desperately needs, and you faintly register yourself making noises so unhinged they barely sound like you, the knot in your belly threatening to come loose.
And then Blitzø lowers himself up and suddenly they’re making out, with each other, with your cunt, all the while Stolas’ fingers claw harshly at your thigh and the pace at which Blitzø’s fingers move inside you picks up, with him choosing to pump only deeper and deeper inside you instead of pulling his fingers out to insert them back in, and then it all fucking explodes.
The mix between a moan and a scream that you let out could be a sound effect on one of those freakin’ Angel Dust movies.
Blitzø is quick to take his fingers out of you and suck on them as soon as he’s made sure you’ve ridden down your high, and Stolas laps up at the remaining fluid that gushes out of you.
“Holy fucking shit,” you mutter out under your breath, chest heaving up and down.
“Is that a good thing, dear?’ Stolas asks, and you can see he’s fighting a smile.
“Asshole. I know you know what an orgasm is like.”
“Well now I’m fucking hard,” Blitzø says, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to take a look at him. He is. His black underwear, stained with Stolas’ cum on the front, looks impossibly tight.
“What’s that you said about wanting me to feel how perfect his dick feels inside me again, Stolas?”
“Oh, you want-” You take Stolas by the hand and pull him out of the bed with you, pushing him against the nearest wall before turning around with your back to him.
You lock eyes with Blitzø, still sitting on the bed, confused as ever.
He gets up off the bed, now standing, but doesn’t move towards the two of you. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Well, what I’m planning doesn’t exactly sound the most comfortable lying down.”
“What are you planning?”
You tug at the back of your bra. “Can you take this off for me, Stolas?” His fingers fly to undo it and you let the piece of clothing fall to the floor in front of you, now entirely exposed. “Aren’t you coming?”
Blitzø wastes no more time, walking over to where the two of you stand in a hurry, taking his underwear off in his way, and your eyes widen at the sight of him completely naked in front of you. Fuck, you need, need, need him inside of you.
“How do you want me?” He asks, and you realize he’s sort of gotten the gist of your plans.
Your turn around, facing Stolas again, body flushed against his. “Oh we’re recreating Stolas’ fantasy right now. Isn’t that what you asked for, Stolas?” You raise a hand to caress his cheek. “I think you said something about me filling you up with my fingers? Is that so?”
“Yes,” he agrees, anticipation visible in his face as your other hand descends over his body slowly, knowing what’s coming next. You stop just before you reach his hole to tilt your head back on Blitzø’s shoulder.
“Then he said something about how perfect you feel inside of him, that I just had to know what it feels like. Didn’t he?”
“Fuck. Fuck, you want me to-” Blitzø doesn’t finish his sentence, voice dying out at the proposition.
“What, cat got your tongue now? Are you a pussy, Blitz?”
“Fuck, no.”
“Prove it then,” you tell him, before averting your attention back to Stolas, finally letting your fingers graze against his entrance. He hoots again, the second time the whole night, and you smile at it. “Look at me, yeah? Gonna give you what you want.” You press your middle finger into his hole and he sighs. You decide to take it slowly for now, circling around his answer, barely a knuckle in, teasing him to your heart’s content.
The grin you sport is quickly wiped off your face as Blitzø parts your legs further apart with his foot and flushes his front to your back, aligning his dick with your hole, and you suck in a sharp breath in anticipation. “You ready?” He asks you, and, with a nod from you, he pushes himself in, inserting just his tip inside of you slowly, giving you a moment to adjust to the intrusion.
“Fuck me,” you whisper, to youself really, as the uncomfortable feeling of the intrusion turns into an uncomfortable feeling of needing more.
“Right away,” he tells you, as if you’d been talking to him, and pushes his whole shaft in at once. Not forcefully enough that it hurts, but fast enough that he’s now fully buried inside you. He relishes in the gasp you let out and asks if he can move.
“Yes, yes, yes-” he begins moving, fucking you from behind at a torturingly slow pace, making sure to bury himself deeper and deeper with each calculated thrust. You insert your finger further inside of Stolas, whose voice gives up on him, inaudible gasps coming out as you match Blitzø’s rhythm in yourself.
Blitzø isn’t exactly known for his patience though, and so it doesn’t take long for his pace to grow more erratic. The end of his tail entangles itself with yours and he holds your hips firmly, pulling them against his. You insert a second finger into Stolas, pressing them in deep, and he grabs your head with both his hands, shoving your face against the fluff of his chest.
“Fuck I knew you had to be nasty, but this? Shit, this is like combining every wet dream I ever fuckin’ had,” Blitzø mumbles as he fucks into you.
“It’s his wet dream,” you let out, referring to Stolas, whose chest muffles your voice slightly, and you make a point out of curling your fingers up, making the prince let out a sinful moan.
“Oh and you’re not enjoying this?” Blitzø fucks deeper into you, harsh thrusts meant to prove a point.
Suddenly, Stolas leans forward, over your shoulder, and pulls Blitzo into a bruising kiss that’s meant to shut the imp up. It works. Blitzø’s hips falter slightly for a moment as he gets used to the change, but he adjusts quickly to it. It’s so incomprehensibly hot, the way they make out over you, their moans meddling with each other’s, the way they pant, the way you can feel they’re as into this as you are.
Blitzø pulls away from Stolas and his mouth goes directly to your collarbone, biting at it, as Stolas sucks at your neck at the same time.
“Harder,” you plead, as you can feel the familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching once again, and the feeling of it coils inside you in such a way that you know it’s going to hit you hard, and you chase your release blindly.
Blitzø smiles against your neck as he complies, fucking into you so impossibly harder, every roll of his hips so deliciously deep it could make you delirious with how perfectly he’s now managing to hit that sensitive spot inside of you. Just as before, you make sure your fingers hit Stolas just as deep, matching Blitzø’s now brutal pace, and the prince trembles against you, clearly close. Blitzø himself can’t even keep pretending he’s as unbothered as he’d like, seemingly also in a borderline delirious state as he aggressively thrusts against you, cursing over and over again under his breath.
“Fuck. Gonna cum, gonna cum-”He finishes first, and he does so with a groan, burying himself to the hilt inside you as he fills you up. You can feel his legs trembling, but he doesn’t let up his pace until he hears you call out for him.
“Shit. I’m so close- Please-” It must have taken all his willpower, but he ups his pace to match the way he’d been moving earlier, fast and hard, and, suddenly, you’re cumming. Not even just that, you can feel the liquid gush out of you as you squirt, cum dripping down your thighs and coating Blitzø’s cock, and the scream you let out pushes Stolas over the edge right after, too, and you let him fuck himself onto your fingers for a long as he needs to ride out his orgasm.
It leaves all three of you a panting, gross, sticky mess, no sound emitted other than heavy breaths, chests heaving up and down as you come back to reality.
You pull your fingers out of Stolas carefully, and he whines at the loss. Blitzø pulls himself out of you as well, and you bite down on your lip as to not do the same. Tasting Stolas on your fingers is exhilarating, and has you wishing you could go down on him. Later, maybe, you think to yourself, as you realize all of you seem to spent, too fucked out to jump right into another round.
Coming down from your high to the silence that follows has you wondering if you should say something, do something, but leaves you stuck in place, as you have no idea what they usually do when they’re done. In hindsight, you probably should have asked Blitzø earlier- are you even allowed to stay any longer, to provide any sort of aftercare, or do you just clean yourselves up, get dressed, and leave? You don’t want to make things awkward by being the person to ask ‘what now?’ or something of the sort, so you wait for one of them to take the lead.
Stolas thankfully does. “We should get ourselves cleaned up.”
He leaves towards some other door inside his already gigantic room, and Blitzø immediately follows. You stay where you are, feet planted to the floor. Blitzø’s head appears in the door frame. “You coming?”
“Where?”
He utters no word as he walks up to you and drags you along with him into what you realize is a huge, beautiful bathroom. There’s a bathtub in the middle of it, the myriad of candles that surround it the only source of light in the room, and it somehow seems as if it’d just been drawn, steam coming out of the water, which made no sense.
“When did you- how-”
Stolas laughs at your confusion. “I have got some spells under my sleeve, darling.”
Blitzø groans in annoyance. “Yeah yeah, now will you conjure me the fucking thing?”
Stolas’ smile falters for a fraction of a second before he agrees. “Of course, Blitzy, dear!” With a wave of his hand, a fucking shower materializes in a corner of the room.
“Are you getting in?” Stolas asks you, motioning to the bathtub. He notices the confusion in your face. “Blitzy doesn’t like baths.”
“So you conjure him a fuckin’... magic shower or whatever whenever he comes over?” What the hell.
“Well, yes. It’s not half as difficult as it sounds, trust me.” He slips into the bathtub, humming at the welcoming feeling of the hot water. “Do you enjoy baths?”
“Um. Sure. Yeah.” You glance at Blitzø for a moment, not missing the eye roll at the conversation. Oh, whatever.
You get in, and Stolas promptly settles into washing your hair, because what even is reality? It feels nice, though you do wish Blitzø would share the moment with the two of you. You understand why he won’t, but tell yourself it’s fine, and you really want it to be, because the feeling of it is just nice, different from most times you’ve been intimate with anyone. No one’s ever drawn a magical bath for you and offered to wash your hair after sex before, that you’re sure of.
When you’re all half-dressed again, you prepare yourself to bid Stolas goodbye and leave, only for Blitzø to be the first to launch himself back on Stolas’ bed, sprawling over it. Were you staying the night?
What a weird fucking man. Can’t take a bath together after fucking you senseless but invites himself to stay over? In what realm is the latter less intimate? Still, you don’t find it in you to argue, plopping yourself to lie down next to him, Stolas following suit.
You’ll think about it tomorrow.
[. . .]
“What’s got you so happy?” Millie asks you as you get ready to leave for Loo Loo Land, as Stolas has requested you work as security for him during his outing with Octavia, his daughter, which is something you wouldn’t normally do, but he must have offered a lot of money for Blitzø to agree. She’s asked you what your night at the palace had been like, but you hadn’t had the chance to talk to her in person about it yet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell her, checking your gun’s cartridge.
“‘T’s probably the dick down she got this weekend,” Blitzø inserts himself into the conversation, and you send him a dirty look.
“Shut the fuck up.”
A/N:I hope this doesn't suck omfg lmaooo and if the last few paragraphs do suck cut me some slack my brain is so fried at this point lol. anyways enjoy.
Fandom: Helluva Boss
Pairing: Blitzø x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~3k
Warnings: NSFW, rough sex, dirty talk, mild angst, consensual smut
Summary:
When you join I.M.P. as the new hire, Blitzø insists on giving you some hands-on “special training” after hours. What starts as chaotic flirting quickly spirals into something rough, dirty, and far more intimate than either of you expected. Blitzø’s desperate need for connection bleeds through his cocky facade — and you might just be the one demon who sees him for who he really is.
The fluorescent hum of the I.M.P. office was usually a symphony of low-grade chaos, a backdrop for screaming matches, gunfire, and the occasional demonic possession. But tonight, it was quiet. Too quiet. The oppressive silence after Moxxie and Millie had finally clocked out, grumbling about Blitzo’s “idiotic” new hire, was almost louder than the usual cacophony.
You, Y/N, leaned back in your newly acquired, slightly sticky office chair, a smirk playing on your lips. You were a hellhound-demon mix, your fur a sleek, shadowed grey, eyes glowing with an intelligent, almost mischievous amber. Your tail, currently flicking idly against the worn carpet, was long and expressive. You’d spent the whole day observing Blitzø, the company’s unhinged founder, and frankly, you were intrigued. He was a walking disaster, a magnet for trouble, and undeniably… fascinating. Confidence was your natural state, a result of years navigating the cutthroat landscape of the Lust Ring, but a small part of you hummed with a delicious naivety about what truly working with Blitzø entailed.
“So you’re tellin’ me, Y/N,” Blitzø’s voice, a gravelly purr that could turn into a shriek on a dime, cut through the quiet. He was leaning against the doorframe of his office, illuminated by the lurid glow of a neon sign that read ‘BLITZØ’ in flickering red script. He had shed his usual coat, just wearing his slightly-too-tight black shirt, the red stripes on his arm-fins stark against the pale skin. One eyebrow, a sharp red arch, was cocked. “You really get how this all works? The… the nuances of imp-level assassination?”
You chuckled, a low, throaty sound. “I’ve killed bigger things than the targets you send Moxxie after, Blitzø. And with less collateral damage, usually.” You watched him, your eyes trailing down his lean frame, noting the way his tail twitched restlessly. Even standing still, he vibrated with a manic energy.
He pushed off the doorframe, stalking towards you with that predatory, confident gait that was almost a caricature. “Oh, really now? Because I detected a certain… hesitation when I explained the finer points of tactical disembowelment with a rusty garden gnome. A brief blink, darling. I saw it.” He was close now, leaning over your chair, his unique musk—a mix of cheap cologne, sulfur, and something undeniably him—filling your senses. His horns, sharp and black, almost grazed your cheek.
“That was a moment of reflection, Blitzø. Appreciating your avant-garde methods,” you purred, a genuine, if slightly sarcastic, compliment. You tilted your head back, meeting his molten red gaze. “But I assure you, I’m quick on the uptake. I pick up on things fast.”
His eyes narrowed, a slow smile spreading across his face, not quite reaching his eyes, which still held a calculating glint. “Oh, I bet you do. And that’s exactly why I think you need some… special training.” He straightened, taking a step back, gesturing grandly towards his cluttered office. “After hours. Just you and me. Think of it as… advanced imp-ersion therapy.”
Your tail gave an involuntary twitch. The “dangers” you were naive about weren’t the physical ones of the job, but the specific, messy, sexually-charged chaos that was Blitzø himself. You knew exactly what kind of “training” he was implying, and you found yourself surprisingly eager for the lesson. “Imp-ersion therapy, huh? Sounds… hands-on.”
“Oh, it absolutely will be,” he practically purred, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “Come on, recruit. Don’t wanna waste my precious, unpaid time.” He turned and strode into his office, leaving the door ajar just enough for you to follow.
You pushed off your chair, a slow, deliberate movement, your eyes never leaving his retreating figure. The office was a disaster zone: stacks of overdue bills leaning precariously, a half-eaten bag of chips on a stack of pornographic magazines, a surprisingly lifelike (and anatomically correct) horse doll propped in a corner, and various broken weapons scattered like morbid confetti. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and something faintly metallic.
Blitzø was already behind his desk, leaning back in his own decrepit chair, his tail lashing behind him. He gestured to the empty space in front of him. “Alright, rule number one of I.M.P. operations, Y/N: always be prepared for anything. Even if that ‘anything’ is me spontaneously deciding we need to, uh, ‘bone up’ on our close-quarters combat skills.” His eyes raked over you, a slow, appreciative sweep from your head to your clawed feet. “And you, darling, look very bone-able.”
You smirked, walking around the desk and leaning against the chipped wood, arms crossed. "Is that an official I.M.P. term, 'bone-able'?"
“It is now,” he grinned, his fangs glinting. He leaned forward, his elbows on the desk, his voice dropping to that conspiratorial, flirty tone. “Now, the first lesson in this… intensive program is trust. You gotta trust your boss. Especially when he’s tellin’ you that this desk, despite its… character, is surprisingly sturdy. And occasionally used for… other things than paperwork.” He winked, a theatrical, almost painful-looking blink.
You let out a soft laugh, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, but your confidence didn’t waver. “And what exactly are those ‘other things,’ Blitzø? Because from here, it mostly looks like a shrine to chaos and unpaid parking tickets.”
He pushed himself up, rounding the desk, his movements fluid and quick. He was in front of you in an instant, crowding your space. “Oh, you know what other things, you sly little vixen. Don’t play coy.” His hand, surprisingly gentle, reached out and traced the curve of your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “Or do you need a practical demonstration?”
The touch sent a shiver down your spine, but you met his gaze evenly. “I’m always open to a practical demonstration, boss. Especially if it involves you teaching me how to really… handle things.”
His eyes flared, a primal heat igniting them. “Oh, you’ll be handling plenty, sweetheart. And I’ll be handling you.” His voice was a low growl, rough with barely contained desire. His other hand slid down, finding your hip, his fingers digging in playfully. “First rule of combat: disarm your opponent.” With a surprisingly nimble movement, his hand reached behind you and unzipped your tactical vest, pulling it off with a flourish. “There. Already lookin’ less… restricted.”
You shivered again, not from cold, but from the sudden rush of air against your skin and the sheer audacity of him. “Bold move, boss. What’s next, are you going to demand I strip down to my… ‘essentials’ for better mobility?”
“I wasn’t going to demand it, Y/N. I was going to suggest it very, very strongly,” he corrected, his voice a low thrum. His hands were already on the hem of your shirt, not quite pulling it up, just teasing. “Unless you’re cold? You look a little… tense. Special training involves loosenin’ up.”
“I’m not tense,” you breathed, your eyes locked on his. “Just… evaluating my instructor’s methods.” Your hands, almost on instinct, rose to his chest, pushing gently against the taut fabric of his shirt. “Are you sure you’re qualified for this level of… ‘combat’?”
His grin widened, a flash of fangs. “Darling, I invented this combat. And I’m about to show you why I’m the best there is.” With a swift, fluid motion, he tugged your shirt up, his eyes never leaving yours. You let him, lifting your arms slightly as he pulled it over your head, dropping it to the floor with your vest. You were left in a simple black bra and tactical pants. Your fur was sleek, your form athletic and toned.
His eyes devoured you, a hungry, possessive glint in their depths. “Oh, you are perfect. Every damn inch. That’s gonna make this training session so much more… intensive.” His hands, rough but warm, settled on your waist, pulling you flush against him. The difference in height was negligible, but he still managed to make you feel enveloped, claimed. “Now, lesson two: close quarters. You gotta get right in there. No holding back. Like this.”
His mouth descended, hot and demanding, his lips parting yours with a raw urgency that took your breath away. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a hungry, open-mouthed assault of tongue and teeth, tasting of sulfur and something fiercely primal. You met him with equal fervor, your hands tangling in his short, spiky mane, tugging just enough to elicit a low growl from his throat.
He pulled back just enough to gasp for air, his forehead resting against yours, eyes blazing. “Fuck, you taste good. Like… chaos and regret. My favorite combo.” His hands had moved, finding the snap of your tactical pants, fumbling slightly in his eagerness. “Get these damn things off. They’re… a tactical disadvantage.”
“Are you sure it’s the pants that are the disadvantage, or just your lack of patience, Blitzø?” you teased, but you leaned into his touch, already helping him with the snap, your hips pressing against his.
“Patience is for losers, Y/N!” he snarled, his voice half-choked with desire as he finally got the snap open. He pushed the pants down your hips, and you kicked them off, stepping out of them. You were now only in your bra and a pair of simple black panties. His eyes, still burning, lingered on your body. “Alright, third lesson: vulnerability. You gotta expose your weaknesses, let your guard down. Just… for me.”
Before you could respond, he swept you up, almost comically, into his arms. You let out a surprised yelp, wrapping your legs around his waist on instinct. He carried you to the desk, not gently, but with a forceful possessiveness that was surprisingly thrilling. He practically tossed you onto the cluttered surface, sending papers and pens scattering. Your back hit a stack of files with a thump, but the adrenaline coursing through you drowned out any discomfort.
“Whoa, easy there, instructor,” you gasped, bracing yourself with your hands as he crowded over you, his knees pressing against the desk on either side of your hips.
“No easy here, darling. This is Hell. And this is my office,” he growled, ripping open his own shirt, buttons flying. He barely gave it a second thought before tearing at your bra, his claws snagging the fabric, popping the clasp with a snap. Your breasts, freed, swelled with a sudden sensitivity as his gaze devoured them. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Ready to learn how to really take a hit?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth was on you again, fierce and demanding, trailing fire down your throat, to your collarbone, then lower, suckling at your breasts with a desperate hunger. His hands were everywhere, kneading your hips, tracing the curve of your thighs, pulling at the elastic of your panties.
“Blitzø, wait,” you managed to gasp, not because you wanted him to stop, but because the sheer intensity was overwhelming. You wanted to meet him, match his energy. “You’re forgetting a step. Equal footing.”
He paused, his head lifting, eyes still clouded with lust. “What the fuck are you talking about, equal footing? I’m the boss, I’m always on top!”
“Not in this lesson, you’re not,” you panted, your fingers already on his belt, fumbling with the buckle. “You said ‘trust.’ Let me handle some of the… ‘tactical maneuvers.’” You unbuckled him, and while his eyes were wide with a mix of surprise and arousal, you pushed your hips up, pressing against his obvious hardness through his pants. Your hand dipped down, finding him through the fabric, squeezing.
A guttural moan tore from his throat. “Fuck, Y/N! You’re a little demon, aren’t you? You really do pick up fast!” He ripped open his zipper, reaching in to free himself. “Alright, fine. Equal footing, for a bit. But I’m still leading the charge, you hear me? I’m the one with the… experience.”
“Show me,” you challenged, your voice a husky whisper, your legs parting wider on the desk.
He wasted no more time. With a single, decisive thrust, he was inside you, a rough, powerful invasion that made you arch your back and cry out. He was thick, hot, and utterly overwhelming. Your body clenched around him, a tight, desperate grip.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, burying his face in your neck, his horns digging slightly into your shoulder. “You’re so fucking tight. Like you were made for me.” His thrusts began, deep and relentless, rocking the already unstable desk. Papers scattered to the floor, pens rolled, and the horse doll in the corner seemed to wink in the dim light.
You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper, matching his rhythm, your hands clawing at his back. “Harder, Blitzø! Don’t hold back!” you whimpered, your body rising to meet every thrust. He was a whirlwind of raw, uninhibited desire, and you met him, scream for scream, grunt for grunt.
“You got it, darling! This is the real training!” he snarled, his voice rough with exertion. He drove into you again and again, his cock pressing against your deepest core, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire being. Each thrust was a declaration, a guttural growl of possession. His hips slammed against yours, a rhythmic thud that filled the office.
As the intensity built, a flicker of something else crossed his face – a fleeting vulnerability. After a particularly fervent thrust, he squeezed his eyes shut, a low, almost desperate sound escaping his throat. “Fuck, Y/N… just… don’t… don’t leave. Don’t fucking leave me.” It was a whisper, almost lost in the sounds of their coupling, but it was there, a raw plea that hinted at the deep insecurity beneath his chaotic exterior.
You instinctively tightened your hold, hooking your ankles behind his back, pulling him even closer, letting him feel your own desperate pleasure. “Never, Blitzø,” you panted, your voice thick with lust and something akin to burgeoning affection. “As long as you keep this up, I’m not going anywhere.”
His eyes snapped open, a flare of something akin to relief mixed with renewed feral hunger. He pounded into you faster, harder, chasing that final, shattering release. Your vision blurred, the cluttered office swimming around you as the friction built to an unbearable crescendo.
“Oh, fuck! Gods, fuck!” he roared, a guttural sound that tore from his chest as he emptied himself deep inside you, his body going rigid, then slumping against yours, heavy and spent.
You cried out his name, your own climax a violent tremor that shook your core, leaving you trembling and breathless, your muscles spasming around him.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, only the sound of heavy breathing filling the room. He was still buried deep inside you, his head resting in the crook of your neck, his horns tangled in your hair, his tail twitching weakly around your leg. The scent of sex, sweat, and something uniquely Blitzø filled the air.
Slowly, his weight shifted slightly. He extracted himself with a reluctant sigh, then carefully, almost tenderly, (for Blitzø, at least), rolled to his side, pulling you with him. You ended up sprawled on the desk, tangled in each other’s limbs, your legs still hooked over his, his arm draped across your bare midriff.
He stared up at the ceiling, one hand reaching up to absently pick at a loose thread on the ancient office carpet. His chest rose and fell rapidly. “So,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse, “that’s… that’s pretty much the gist of the ‘advanced’ training. You, uh, you think you got it? All the… the thrusts and the… the ‘staying power’ and all that?”
You chuckled, a tired but satisfied sound. You pressed your face into his shoulder, inhaling his scent. “I think I got the gist, boss. Though I might need a few more ‘refresher’ courses. For… ‘tactical reinforcement,’ you know.”
He grunted, a small, almost bashful sound. “Yeah, yeah. Tactical reinforcement. Right. Don’t wanna mess up the… the curriculum.” He was silent for a moment, then shifted slightly, his arm tightening around you. “You know, you’re… you’re pretty good at this, Y/N. Better than… than most. Not like Moxxie, always whining about ‘boundaries.’ You get it. You, uh… you really get it.”
You smiled against his skin, feeling the awkward sincerity in his words. “I’m glad I could meet your… expectations, Blitzø.”
He cleared his throat, his tail thumping softly against the desk. “Yeah. Expectations. You, uh… you got nice… fur. It’s… it’s very… grey. And, uh… soft. Like… like a… a really nice… hellhound. Yeah. A very nice hellhound. That’s you.” He finished lamely, his attempt at a sweet compliment stumbling over itself, his face scrunching up in a way that suggested he was already regretting every word.
You laughed, a genuine, warm sound that filled the quiet office. “Thank you, Blitzø. You’re… very… imp-ressive yourself.” You lifted your head, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. You knew this was his version of affection, his clumsy way of baring just a sli sliver of the needy, insecure imp beneath the insane facade. And for now, tangled on a messy office desk, surrounded by the remnants of his chaotic life, it was more than enough.
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can i request blitz with some maybe eating out demon y/n?
ayo i kinda went feral. mah b.
Heads up, bit of sadism on Blitz's part. He's degrading Y/N. Enjoy.
His tail flicked rapidly as she shuddered and tugged hard at the cuffs. He nibbled and sucked her clit, slobbering and moaning into her. He could feel her walls fluttering around his fingers as he pumped them faster.
"Blitz, fuck," Y/N moaned out, bucking her hips against his mouth.
He snarled as he flicked his tongue rapidly against her clit. Her body shined with sweat as she arched up, trying to ride his face through her orgasm.
"Oh fuck yeah, Baby," He growled into her. "Ride my fucking hand. Greedy fucking slut. Cum on my god damned fingers."
Y/N keened as he kept thrusting his fingers roughly, carving out her fifth orgasm. He thrust his tongue into her and moaned as he tasted the sweet nectar.
"That's it, Baby. Be my little bitch now and keep fucking coming."
32 for the kiss prompts (because if it doesn't invite stolitz I don't know what does lol).
And its 2:30am here so I'm going to bed, but the prompt you sent me will be out tomorrow :)
-Salem <3
32- a a kiss while someone watches...
…naturally. have i become unnoficial stolitz x reader nation?
warnings: established stolitz relationship, stolitz sex, implication of stolitz x reader sex, daddy kink, talks of having a threesome, im so tired rn if this is badly written im so sorry girly ily
you know… you, me and… someone else
Blitzø should probably have tried to find a more convenient way and some more convenient moment to talk about this.
It's not that it's impulsive. He's been rehearsing how to approach the subject for weeks now, but is there really a right way or a right time to ask your super lovey-dovey boyfriend if he'd be up for a threesome with your best friend without it sounding, like... really fucking wrong?
Maybe he should have planned a romantic night with rose petals on the bed and a bottle of wine and a bubble bath after fucking his brains out so good he saw stars and then eased the question in, but, man, he was getting fed up of thinking about it and not managing to say anything, so lying on the couch with Stolas draped on top of him with his weirdo telenovela in the background it would be.
"Hey. Stols?"
Stolas doesn't look away from the screen. "Yes, darling?"
"Can I ask you something without you getting mad at me?"
That seems to catch his attention. He looks up. "That makes me feel a lot like you're definitely going to say something that you already know will make me mad."
"No, it's just- just promise it already!"
"I'm getting worried."
"Stolas!"
"Alright! I promise. What it is?"
Oh shit he didn't think he'd actually be getting this far. "Have you ever... uh, you ever thought about a threesome?"
Stolas chokes on his own spit, eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and he pushes himself up off Blitzø now, sitting down next to him and facing him. "A what?"
"A threesome. You know... you, me and... someone else."
"Someone else? Like who?"
"Answer the question first!"
"I- uh. I can't say I have seriously considered that before. Have you been thinking about that?"
"A little. Are you mad now?"
"Not mad. Just... surprised, is all."
"Are you actually cool with that?"
"I did make a promise."
"It's not ‘cause I don't think you're enough or anything."
"Okay."
Blitzø feels like this is a trap. Why was he being so chill about this? He feels the need to keep explaining himself. "I just... ya know, I thought it could be fun. I mean shit we've tired almost everything there is to try, right? But we've never had a threesome."
"Do you think we would enjoy that?"
"You never had a threesome?"
Stolas only glares at him. Obviously he hasn't, dumbass.
"Oh. Right. Well, I mean, it can be good, can be bad, can be whatever. Kinda the same shit as it is with just two people."
"And who would you want to bring into bed with us?"
"Don't say it like that."
"Like what?"
"Like I'm trying to cheat on you."
"That is not what I'm doing."
It still feels like a trap, but what else was he to say than the truth? "Well. If you wanna know so bad. I could be down if y/n was down."
"Y/n... your best friend, y/n."
"You know, we can trust them, things would be comfortable. They’re not... bad to look at, either…”
Stolas stares down at him with an eyebrow raised, unamused. "If you're going to talk about this don't be a coward about it."
"Okay, I think they’re pretty hot and I've been thinking about fucking both of you for a while. But only if it's with you and only if you'd like it too. Or whatever.”
"How romantic."
"Don't be a dick, Stolas. I'm serious."
"No, that actually is very romantic coming from you."
"So. What'cha think about it? We don't have to do it. It's just a thought. Don't even know if they’d want to either."
"They would." Stolas states, as if that were obvious.
"What do you mean?"
"Have you really never noticed the way they look at the both of us?"
"What?"
"You know, at first I thought they just wanted to fuck you which, I will admit, it did make me a tad bit mad that they wanted my boyfriend like that. But then I noticed they were looking at both of us that same way. Especially when we're together."
"Wait, wait, wait, they’ve been giving me bedroom eyes this whole time? They’ve been giving you bedroom eyes this whole time?"
"If I'm not mistaken. I actually find it rather... endearing."
"And you never bothered to fucking say anything about it?"
Stolas simply shrugs. "Never came to mind. You can get pretty possessive, darling.” He cups Blitzø’s jaw with one of his hands, squeezing his cheeks together until he’s forcing Blitzø to pout. "I wouldn’t want to upset you."
Blitzø pushes his hand away. "So you find it endearing? What does that fucking mean? You into it?"
Stolas stops to think for a moment. "Yes, I suppose so."
"Oh shit. You saying we could do it?"
"Perhaps. Let me consider ir for a few days, will you?"
"Yeah. Yeah sure. Cool. Cool, cool, cool."
[. . .]
“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.” Stolas repeats the word like a mantra, and he’s not sure if they’re meant for himself or for his boyfriend, but he couldn’t give a single fuck about it if he tried, because Blitzø has him with his back pressed to his chest, his legs spread wide so Stolas can sit pretty in between them with his own spread open as well. Stolas has his head thrown back onto Blitzø’s shoulder and his hips bucking up involuntarily into the vibrator Blitzø presses against his entrance, chasing a release pointlessly, as Blitzø’s still taking his sweet time before even considering pushing it inside of him.
He kisses Stolas’ neck as he moves the toy, playing with the pressure he holds it against his boyfriend’s body with before getting a twisted idea.
Stolas is still whispering something under his breath, and then Blitzø just stops. He halts all his movement, he retracts the hand that held the toy and he leans back on the bed frame, watching Stolas scramble to look at him in a mix of frustration and confusion. “What? Why’d you stop?”
“You’re gonna finish yourself off for me.”
“What? You can’t be serious.”
“Oh I’m dead serious, hun.”
“I- I-“ Stolas is actually going to let Blitzø know how frustrated that made him when Blitzø slaps him across the face.
“Now.”
Oh shit. Fucking right away, sir.
Stolas goes back into the same position he was just in, back flushed to Blitzø’s chest and head on top of Blitzø’s shoulder, and impatiently moves his hands straight to his hole, wasting no time in inserting a finger in, already plenty wet from the fun that was cut short. He lets out a lewd, needy moan right to Blitzø’s ear as he pushes that finger in entirely, and Blitzø eats that right up.
“Needy fucking whore, can’t even tease yourself a little can ya? I’ll tell you what, you make yourself cum once and daddy makes you cum twice later, yeah? How about that?”
And then Stolas says the absolute most wildest thing he could say at that moment, all heavy breaths and whines and moans and hoots.
“Why don’t we call y/n up? I bet they could get me off for you.”
“What? You can’t just say that, Stols.”
“Ha. Made you blush.”
“What- what?”
“I don’t want to get myself off. It’s no fun. I want your big hands and your big fingers and your big dick and-“
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, I get it. You’re not getting away with that one, Stolas.”
“I don’t plan to.”
“Oh you are so getting it.”
“That is the plan, yes.”
[. . .]
Blitzø is on his knees with his arms around the back of Stolas’ thighs and he laps up at Stolas’ gushing hole, the leg his boyfriend had hiked over his shoulder to grant him better access shakes and the grip he has on the base of his horns tightens. Stolas lets out the prettiest, most beautiful noises as he lets him ride out his high with his tongue deep inside him until he’s being literally kicked away for causing oversensitivity. He loves it.
He stumbles as his back hits the floor but quickly props himself up on his elbows to look up at Stolas, who looked so very hot when he decided he did want to take charge, may Blitzø add.
“So. Good, huh?”
He knows it was good. He could see it was good, feel it was good, hear it was good, even taste it was good.
“Very good, y/n- sorry, Blitz.”
“Oh fuck you.”
Stolas smiles in contempt at his own ‘slip-up’ but says nothing.
[. . . ]
Blitzø may not be the greatest at getting hints but he’s sure gotten this one. He’s already chill with the threesome thing not happening and he’s already thinking of what the hell he can do to make Stolas stop being passive-aggressive about it.
He gets it, alright? It wasn’t a good thing to suggest they do, and he did not want to be caught by surprise by any more sarcastic remarks about that while they’re fucking just so Stolas can prove that point.
He’s trying to come up with a way to approach Stolas about that this time when he gets home to moaning, which just gets him excited, expecting to find Stolas with his hand between his thighs, humping his vibrator at a perfectly convenient time to be 'accidentally' caught, only to be met, instead, with his boyfriend, in just his robes, making out with his half-dressed best friend on his fucking bed.
They're so enthralled they don't even bother pulling away from each other, even though Blitzø knows they've noticed his presence in the room, still entangled in passionate, hungry, aggressive kisses that brought out noises so dirty they belonged in a porno.
And all of that just from kissing? Oh this had to be a show.
Maybe he got the wrong idea from Stolas’ reaction, then.
He's sure of that when they do pull away, and Stolas puts on a very low-effort façade of surprise before exclaiming "Darling! I didn't know you would be home yet!"
"Yeah, that why you were 'bout to fuck my best friend?" He eyes you up and down, and you look down at the floor, nervous about his reaction to the ‘surprise’ Stolas had staged and so, so hotly asked if you would be up to.
"Well I couldn't help but think about that conversation we had last week. And wouldn't you know it, y/n has had similar thoughts too!"
Blitzø eyes you. "That true?"
You nod. "Sorry if it’s weird."
"What is weird is coming home to you making out with my boyfriend."
"Oh, shit, I didn't- Stolas said- I’m sorry.”
"Yeah. Sooo weird. And so fucking hot. "
Oh, this was gonna be a fun night if he's ever had one.
