♛𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗕𝗘𝗥✦

You’d mentioned this little kink of yours to him a few weeks ago while on a come down from being totally cock-drunk, your face flushing this pretty little colour that he found hilarious. And besides, you’d always been up for him to use you; he never saw you more of a drooly, horny mess than when he dragged you away from whatever bullshit you were doing and took what he needed.

He strips down to his briefs, kneading his hand over them to tease his hardening cock. He crawls onto the bed, the movement sleek and agile, a predatory cat. He pauses halfway up your legs to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh, just above your knee, if only so he can watch your face to see if you’re faking it. Your nose twitches slightly, but otherwise, you don’t stir.

Blitzø grins, sharp-toothed and wicked, and he trails a hand up your calf and takes hold of your knee, pushing your legs further open. He doesn’t bother with easing your underwear down your legs; he just hooks a clawed finger in your panties and tugs them to the side, eyes finding your face again as he spits on his fingers and slides two of them against your cunt.

You let out this breathy little sigh that’s so fucking innocent it goes straight to his dick. There’s a crease between your brows, and even in sleep, your hips shift slightly against his hand. Blitzø smirks, slipping his other hand into his briefs and taking hold of his cock. He strokes himself in time with his movements against your clit, a low groan of “shit…” slipping past his lips.

You’re getting so wet; even asleep you’re an eager little slut, and Blitzø moans quietly when he sucks the taste of you off his fingers. He’s tempted to go down on you, to slide his tongue into you and watch you wake up bucking like a fuckin’ rodeo horse the way you do when he really gets you going… and the way you unconsciously spread your legs further when he presses a finger into you and fucks you slow and deep with it… fuck, if he doesn’t get to fuck you like this and watch you squirm when he fills you with his cock…

Blitzø pumps his finger into your for a minute more before withdrawing it, moving it up to tease over your clit instead. You whine, soft and needy, and his smirk widens.

“That’s right, bitch.” he murmurs, his own breathing heavy. He moves to kneel between your legs, squeezing the base of his cock in his fist as he slides it up against your cunt. He lets the barbs that line the underside of it linger against your clit before he presses the head of it into you. His breath catches in a groan, and he watches the way you tense up, then relax. “Oh, fuuuuck…”

Blitzø grits his teeth to stop himself from being any louder, and he lets go of his cock so he can brace his hands against your inner thighs and slide himself to the base into you. His eyes roll back for a second as he fills you, warm and slick and tight.

It takes everything he has not to drive himself into you the way he always does, hard and rough and fucking intoxicating… instead he pulls back and slides back in slowly, exhaling a long, shuddering breath at the way you feel wrapped around him. Blitzø’s head falls forward, claws massaging into the flesh of your thighs as his grip tightens.

You’re breathing has quickened, your lips parted. He watches your chest rise and fall under the thin material of your shirt, your nipples pebbled and inviting. They’re basically taunting him, and he tugs the shirt down to bare your breast completely. He palms it eagerly, feels the nipple harden further under his touch, and he lowers his head to suck it greedily into his mouth.

You let out a sinful, breathy little moan as he rolls his tongue over your nipple and sucks, sharp points of his teeth grazing the soft, soft flesh. Blitzø echoes it, his mouth full and voice muffled, and he feels you arch up beneath him.

“Mmh…”

“So fuckin’ good,” Blitzø mutters into your chest, sliding a hand down your thigh and hooking it up over his hip. He bottoms out with every thrust, and Christ on a stick if that little catching breath you make every time won’t have a starring role in his spank bank. “Fuck, tits…”

“…Blitz?” you groan, eyelids flickering and brow furrowing as sleep falls away from you. He thrusts into you again and you moan, back arching. Your hands come up to clutch at his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. “Oh, fuck…”

Blitzø snickers, burying his face in your neck. His breath is hot on the side of your throat as he speaks, his voice half-cut with a moan of his own. “’Bout time you woke up.”

“Oh, shit, Blitz…” your eyes roll back, your mind clouded with sleep and arousal. You can feel yourself tighten, shudder, and you cry out with your orgasm as it overtakes you. You wrap an arm around his neck, holding him to you, and Blitz curses in your ear. “Holy shit…”

“That’s it, fuckin’ cum for me,” Blitzø growls, his teeth grazing the side of your throat. You turn your head, find his lips with yours, and kiss him. It’s rough and messy and grab at one of his horns blindly. Blitzø’s hips quicken against yours, and now that you’re awake you raise your hips to meet him. Blitzø moans, deep and guttural, and the sound of it settles in the pit of your stomach in a roiling ball of butterflies. “Fuckin’ Christ… gonna make me… gonna make me fuckin’ cum…”

Your head falls back against the pillows with a loud, broken groan of his name when his fingers find your clit again, your knees tightening on his hips. Blitzø takes hold of your wrists and pins them on either side of your head, fucking himself into you brutally. His hips snap into yours, and when you lean up and sink your teeth into his neck he falters, spilling himself deep inside you.

“Holy, fuckin’ fuck!”

Blitzø collapses against you, and you giggle into his shoulder as he comes down. His hips jerk as your pussy squeezes around him, each little, disjointed thrust into you making your breath catch. When his hands loosen on your wrists you reach up to smooth shaking fingers over the curve of his horn. The two of you moan as he finally slips out of you, and the imp makes a point of teasing his softening cock against your cum-slick clit for a moment before rolling off of you.

“That was… ow!” you break off when he slaps your thigh as he does and you jerk at the sudden sting, making him snigger. “Way to ruin the afterglow.”

“Like you don’t love gettin’ spanked, ya little slut,” he shoots back, making the point by rolling over and biting at the curve of your shoulder. He reaches up and pinches your nipple, and you whimper, smacking his hand away. He laughs again, louder this time. “Now shut up a minute, and I’ll be ready to go again.”

“You prick.”