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It's been about a year and a half since you called Blitz, practically begging to let you stay a few nights. Who knew that one phone call will trigger so many events to happen. New friends, almost new family, new job, a failed situationship, and a relationship with your childhood best friend.
Stolas managed to find a place of his own, not too far from where you and Blitz live. You all would meet up at some restaurant like old times and just chat. You were worried for Stolas, and by worry you would stay up all night wishing and hoping that he'll be okay and not off himself.
But to your surprise he's managing. He would call you whenever he's feeling sad or lonely and you'll "sneak out" and go to his place to make sure he's okay. Blitz is a heavy sleeper and didn't know you were doing that until one night he realized you weren't there.
Phone call after phone call, text message after text he was so fucking worried. You calmed him down through the phone and said you were at Stolas' because he was depressed and/or lonely.
Blitz sighed out of relief and was debating on whether or not to come. He didn't want to sound controlling and jealous, but you mean everything to him and is so afraid that you were going to relapse on anything.
"I'm fine, Blitz. I'm just worried about Stolas." You said over the phone, glancing over at him.
"And you didn't tell me?"
"I didn't wanna wake you. I'm sorry I should've said something." You mouthed "sorry" to Stolas, in which he motioned with his hand that it was okay.
"Just...stay safe getting home, kay?"
"I know. I won't spend the night I'm just..." making sure he won't shoot himself "worried about him, that's all."
"I understand. Call me when you're on your way, love you."
A small smile appeared on your face, "Love you too..." You turned your attention back to Stolas, "Sorry about that, he can be clingy."
"No worries...thank you for coming over sometimes...I just..I don't know." Stolas stumbled over his words.
"It's okay. It's hard to explain of why I care and love you so much. I met you at a strange time of my life and sorta made it better with Blitz. I just want you to know that I am always here for you. I'm not just some whore who slept with you for...whatever reasons. I care about you a lot."
Stolas' bright red eyes with white pinpoint pupils stared at yours, "I appreciate you, Y/n, very much so. I know you get this asked a lot and feel free to not respond but how are you and your previous addictions?"
You lightly chewed on your bottom lip before answering, "I'm staying clean, not because I have to but because I want to. I will forever have urges but Blitz is way better than the substances I used to love."
Stolas smiled, "Im glad to hear. If I'm being honest I didn't even know you had a problem until Blitz mentioned it."
You furrowed your eyebrows with confusion, "When?"
"Technically it was when we were at Ozzie's and Fizz mentioned your substance abuse, but I didn't know it was that bad until when we had to find Octavia. You ran out and Blitz was hysterical about losing you and brought up that he was afraid you relapsed. I knew before hand that you had a past with that, not knowing it was current at that time. I'm sorry you had to go through that."
You waved him off even after feeling touched with his words of sincere. "It's all right. I'm better and that's all that matters. Enough about me, you doing better? The text message you sent was kinda worrisome."
Stolas looked straight ahead to the TV that was turned off, "Sorry about that, I didn't know what I was thinking."
"It's okay, but you didn't answer my question."
"I'm doing better, thanks for coming over yet again." He softy chuckled, "I don't expect you to come over all the time, but I wouldn't mind calling next time."
"How about facetime? I worry about you."
He looked back over to you, "I'm fine with that. You should go back home, I'm sure Blitz wants you back."
"Most likely." You got up from the couch that Stolas had bought. "Call me when you need me."
"Will do, have a safe trip back home." He smiled.
The walk back to the apartment has always scared you, but you want to be more independent. It's only a 10 minute walk but living in Imp City defentily isn't for the weak. Shit, I forgot to call Blitz that I'm on my way.
You pulled out your phone and pressed his contact, having deja vu yet again. Except this time it's with the first ring, "Y/n! You on your way?"
"I am, sorry I forgot to call but I'm like 5 mins away from our building...Can we stay on call? It's dark and scary." You chuckled.
"Of fucking course. What am I? A bad boyfriend?" He joked.
"Oh yeah, totally." You rolled your eyes, "Stolas is doing fine. We just chatted."
"Are you his therapist now?"
You shrugged, "Guess so, but i'm not complaining. He's a good friend to have."
"You definitely gotten sweeter as the years went by."
"Really? I thought I was always nice."
"Eh, you used to be a bitch but now you're my bitch."
"Woww," You laughed, "Such a way with words."
"Ooo I see you walking! You look so sexy right now."
"I take it youre horny or something?" You joked.
"You laugh but yes I am."
"Ah, so when I get back to the apartment you're gonna fuck me?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
"I'm about to go to the elevator, see you in like..a minute." You ended the phone call and smiled to yourself as you felt yourself getting wet due to the thought of Blitz fucking you until you scream. Screaming isn't possible because Loona is sleeping, but it'll be even hotter because he'll have to shut you up.
You quietly opened the front door, immediately seeing Blitz leaning next to it, having a devious smirk on his face. You closed the door with your foot and locked it as you looked Blitz up and down.
He got closer to you, his left hand reaching slowly to your face to push your bangs/side bangs out so he can clearly see your flushed, beautiful features.
Neither of you said a word, both knowing that your bodies were meant to be explored as previous times, but this time felt different to you, not in a bad way, but it felt different.
Blitz crashed his lips against yours in a bruising, desperate kiss. He softly bit and sucked at your lower lip, sharp teeth grazing your soft skin.
He ground his hips harder against yours, the thick ridge of his erection sliding along your clothed slit. Blitz ripped his mouth away from yours to attack your neck, lightly biting and sucking dark hickies into your skin as he panted heavily.
You wanted to be thrown around and fucked hard by him, but he wasn't treating you like a slut this time, he was actually treating you like the princess you deserve to be.
His hand on your breast gentled, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your stiff nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt.
Blitz's other hand stroke down the side of your face, his fingertips tracing your cheekbone. He tilted your chin up to look into your eyes, his own gaze intense and smoldering.
"Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I wanna make this good for you, wanna feel you shaking and moaning my name as I fill you up so deep and slow."
He rolled his hips in a sinuous grind, his thick cock sliding along your clothes slit with maddeningly gradual pressure. Blitz's lips brushed over your jaw and down your neck, placing tender, open-mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin.
"Gonna take my time with you, baby. Wanna feel every inch of you, taste every part of you. Wanna fuck you so deep and so good, you'll be feeling me for days." Blitz said in a seductive purr, his touch now a sensual caress. He gazed into your eyes with lust-darkened irises, his expression promising a passionate, intimate joining. "Guide me, tell me how you want it."
You managed to break out of this trace, "I like it like this."
"Like what? Soft? Tired of being fucked like a whore?" Blitz's lips curled into a wicked smile as his hands roamed your curves, caressing and kneading, as if committing every dip and swell to memory.
He stood back slightly, his eyes drinking in the sight of you as he slowly peeled off his shirt. Blitz tossed the garment aside carelessly, before leaning down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses across your collarbone.
His hands slid down to the hem of your shirt, slowly, teasingly pushing it up to expose more of your midriff inch by tantalizing inch. Blitz's fingers danced across the newly revealed skin, tracing patterns and circles that made you shiver.
He dipped his head lower, pressing reverent kisses above your belly button before trailing his tongue upward, between the valley of your breasts. Blitz's eyes flicked up to meet yours as he slowly, torturously dragged your shirt over your head and tossed it away.
"Gonna mark up every inch of you, baby... wanna see my marks on your skin, wanna know everyone will know you're mine." Blitz's voice was a low, lust-thickened rasp. He cupped your breasts, thumbing your nipples as he gazed down at them with pure, unadulterated desire. His hips rolled in a slow, sensual grind, his clothed erection sliding along your core with deliberate, teasing pressure.
Blitz slid down to where his knees was on the floor to grip your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips to pull down your pajama shorts and underwear as he urged your thighs further apart. He settled underneath them, his hot breath ghosting over your dripping slit, making your hips twitch with anticipation.
Blitz leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue along your slit in a slow, sensual lick. He groaned at the taste of your arousal, his eyes fluttering closed in bliss.
"Fuck, you taste divine... could spend hours with my face buried between these sexy thighs, feasting on this dripping cunt."
Blitz delved deeper, his tongue pushing past your folds to plunge into your hot, tight pussy. He fucked into it with his tongue, curling and stroking your walls, savoring every inch of your silken heat.
His hands slid up to grip your thighs, pushing them further apart as he buried his face between your legs, his nose nestling against your clit. Blitz sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, his tongue flicking and circling the tender flesh, stoking the fires of your desire.
He could feel your hips rocking against his face, your body seeking more of his touch, more of the intense pleasure only he could give. With a low, approving growl, Blitz redoubled his efforts, determined to bring you to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
You gripped his horns as he continued to assault your wet, soaking pussy, hoping that Loona won't leave her room. Your sweet noises escaping your mouth made Blitz even weaker in the knees. His eyes glanced up at you in a hungry desire.
Before you could even climax he leaned away from your swollen pussy and stood back up. You whimpered once the contact was gone and was begging with your eyes for him to continue.
With a swift tug, Blitz shoved his underwear down, freeing his massive shaft. It slapped against his abdomen, thick and heavy, the swollen head already glistening with pre-cum.
He fisted a hand in your hair, guiding your head towards his straining cock as he rubbed the leaking tip against your soft, plump lips. Blitz's other hand gripped the base, holding himself steady as he traced your mouth with his dick.
"Open up, sweetheart... open that pretty mouth for my cock. Wanna feel these lips wrapped tight around me as you suck me deep."
He commanded, his voice strained with desire. Blitz's eyes were locked onto your face, watching for your reaction, eagerly awaiting the moment when your lips would part and he could sink into the wet heat of your mouth.
Blitz let out a low, guttural moan as your soft lips parted and wet mouth engulfed the swollen head of his cock. He shuddered in pleasure, his fingers tightening in your hair as he fought the urge to simply thrust forward and bury himself to the hilt in your throat.
Blitz's hips rolled slightly, pushing more of his thick length past your lips until he could feel your tongue fluttering against the sensitive underside.
He watched, enraptured, as you began to suck him in earnest. Your head bobbed in and out his shaft, taking him deeper into your mouth. Blitz's eyelids fluttered shut in bliss, his head falling back as he savored the incredible sensation.
"Take it, baby... take my fucking cock. Let me feel the back of your throat." He growled, his grip on your hair tightening as he guided your movements, urging you to take him deeper, harder. Blitz used one hand to slid down to grip his own shaft, stroking what wasn't currently buried in your hot mouth, smearing your saliva and his pre-cum along his thick length.
The obscene sounds of you sucking filled the room, mingling with Blitz's harsh pants and groans of pleasure. He felt his climax approaching, but he held back, not wanting to come just yet.
Blitz pulled himself out of your mouth as you wiped off the extra spit and precum from your mouth. He got down on the floor with you, gently pushing you back to where you're laying down on this cold floor of his.
Blitz settled between your spread thighs, the thick length of his shaft nestling against your slick folds. He braced his forearms on either side of your head, his hips rolling in a sensual grind that had him sliding his cock along your slit, coating himself in their arousal.
"You want my big dick, baby? Want me to fill this tight little pussy up and fuck you so deep and so good?" He rumbled, his voice a lust-roughened rasp. Blitz's eyes were dark and intense as he gazed down at you, his expression filled with raw, passionate desire.
Blitz sheathed himself fully inside your pussy. He paused for just a moment, savoring the heavenly sensation of your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock. Then he began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside you before gently slamming it back in, burying himself to the hilt.
You used your hands to muffle your moans as he fucked your wet, swollen pussy. Tears began forming in your eyes because of how good it felt to be fucked by your boyfriend.
Blitz set a deep, passionate rhythm, his hips rolling and snapping as he drove into you over and over.
His hand slid between your bodies to find your clit, soft fingers rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. Blitz's touch was deliberate and purposeful, aimed at stoking the flames of your pleasure. He could feel your walls starting to flutter and clench around his pistoning cock, your body drawing closer to that peak.
"That's it, baby... fuck, I can feel you getting close. Wanna cum on my cock, wanna feel this pussy spasm and milk me dry?"
Blitz's voice was a harsh, panting rasp as he fucked into you a tad bit harder, faster, chasing your shared release.
Blitz could feel your body tensing, your walls clamping down around his throbbing shaft as your climax approached. He redoubled his efforts, hips snapping forward with purposeful thrusts.
"Fuck," He spat out.
His fingers still rubbed your clit, the pad of his thumb circling against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Blitz's hot mouth latched onto the side of your neck, biting down and sucking a dark mark into your skin as he fucked into you.
He could feel his own release barreling towards him like a freight train, but Blitz was determined to make you cum first, to feel your pleasure crest before he allowed himself to let go.
With a final, brutal thrust, Blitz buried himself to the hilt inside your fluttering pussy and ground his pelvis against yours, stimulating every sensitive nerve ending.
The double stimulation proved too much, and with a sharp (but quiet as possible) cry came undone beneath him.
Your pussy clamped down around Blitz's cock like a vice, the walls rippling and spasming as your orgasm crashed over. The sensation was exquisite, and with a harsh roar, Blitz followed you over the edge, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he spilled his hot seed deep inside your convulsing channel.
At least i'm finally on birth control.
He collapsed against you, his hips still rocking slightly as the aftershocks of your mutual pleasure rolled through them. Blitz's heart raced, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. "Holy shit," He breathed out.
"I agree," You turned your head over to where you were looking at him, "That came out of nowhere. I'm not complaining by the way."
Blitz snickered at your response, "Got horny because I saw how you grew within this past year. Can't help myself."
You sat up from the floor and grabbed your underwear to wipe off the cum that was leaking out of you.
"What? No panty shot?" Blitz joked as he sat up as well to gather his clothes.
You ignored his comment, "Yeah...this year has been weird. But that's life." You stood up and slipped on your underwear as well as your pajama shorts. You straightened out your shirt that was on the floor and put it back on, not caring on if it's dirty (at least for tonight).
Blitz took your hand and used his thumb to rub the back of it, "It's getting late, want a beer?"
You shook your head, "I'm good, but thanks. I do want to sleep though."
"Fucked you that good huh?" He joked, still rubbing your hand.
You yawned out loud, automatically giving him your answer. Blitz quietly chuckled and walked with you to the couch. He made you lay down first in a comfortable position, then sat in front of you because he wouldn't want you to fall on the floor.
Soon enough you slowly drifted into sleep, but Blitz just continue staring at your body. Your shirt was too big on you, but those goddamn booty shorts make him fall to his knees. He absolutely loves it when you wear a big shirt with tiny, tight booty shorts. The way your tail rested on your thick thighs and how he can almost see your cheeks out. It's a great teaser for him.
Blitz doesn't exactly remember when you started wearing those types of clothes. Oversized shirt yes, but he gradually saw you wearing from pants to shorts in a span of a year. Because of him, your confidence about the marks on your thighs has gotten better.
Your mental state clearly gotten better. Previous times he associated you with being sensitive and kind of an asshole who was greedy and selfish. You only cared about drugs in the beginning. Once you started I.M.P. it was a big adjustment for you, but because of Blitz's help and the others you slowly gotten use to the fact that you have to stay clean.
He saw you as an imp who was passionate about certain things. You were passionate to your assassin job even when you hated it at first. He was afraid you weren't adjusting well and didn't know how to help, but eventually you ended up loving to be an assassin.
He saw you as an imp who was passionate about being in a relationship with him and calling him and Stolas out into treating you like nothing.
And now recently, he saw you getting clean for good, and that's all that he cares about and is so fucking happy for you.
Blitz finally laid down and put his arm around you, his face buried into the back of your neck, smelling the wonderful scent of yours. He's thinking to himself, fuck he's so lucky to have you.
Marriage isn't really his thing. He always hated that idea, but now he's secretly waiting for the right time to propose.
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