I am the first person to write fanfiction for this character. and it’s filthy smut. I’m so proud. @blubglub are you proud???? @sneck-lemonade and @spo0kynekozzz are the obligatory tags, more will be added later.
also like I wrote this with like daddy kink in mind but like the word daddy is never used once so like idk what to call except benevolent degradation. he babies you in a kinky way but not in a “ooooooh call me daddy;)” way, ya know)
also despite being about a character we’ve seen in the manga once, unless you count that ass shot, this doesn’t have any spoilers. unless you haven’t seen the picture of him yet.
Blast had to have been on the phone for at least and hour now. He wasn't even doing all that much talking, the occasional grunts, and confirmations were all that came out of his mouth. The hero association had called while you were trying to have sex with him. The only piece of clothing either of you were wearing were his boxers. They clung to his hips, and the stretch of the elastic made his v-line all the more prominent. Physically, he was right in front of you, a few feet away, sitting at the end of the bed, back facing you, listening to Stitch or whoever yabber on the phone about whatever didn't concern him. In that moment, however, he felt so far away. It made something in you tingle. You had waited long enough.
Climbing off the side of the bed, you walk around and seat yourself in his lap, each leg dangling off the side of his one strong thigh. He looks at you, and even leans in when you wrap your arms around his neck.
"Yeah stitch I-" He gets cut off by the man on the phone. His brow furrows a little bit, but his face softens when he looks back at you. The hand he had resting on the bed wraps around your waist as he moves to sit up closer to the edge. You doubt he was expecting you grind yourself into the muscle of his leg. The pleasure tingles down your spine, and you go to move again, but the arm he has around you pulls you closer to his chest, keeping you still on his leg. He moves his phone away from his ear before he presses mute.
"Whats got you so worked up?" He asks. He situates you on his leg so you're higher up and closer to him.
"I just..." You look away. "I was looking forward to what we were going to do," you start. It was hard to find the words for what came over you. "But then the phone call."
"I understand," he says, "I would rather be fucking you than be on that phone call any day." You felt heat pool in your stomach at those words. He pulls your body weight down and grinds his leg up against your core at the same time, and the moan that flies past your lips is in equal parts unexpected and wanted.
He smirks at your surprised face. "There we go baby," he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your mouth, "but you gotta be quiet, cause I'm on the phone." He bounces his leg again, and your hands fly to his shoulders. "Can you do that?"
