Stolitz Smutshots

❤️ ~ On-The-Job Sex.

TW: Blood, gore, death.

Kinks: Public, 'Dry' humping, mostly language.

Plot: Stolas getting far too impatient for his payment and coming to the human realm to receive it.

I ASKED MY CRUSH OUT AND HE SAID YES AAAAA!
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Blitzø smirked, watching as the man desperately crawled away on the floor below him. "Finally found you, huh!" He spoke dangerously as he trailed closer towards him. "You're a wimp, you know that?"

The man whimpered below him, looking for an escape from the corner he was backed in. "Please... Have mercy, I have a family..." The man whispered, earning a kick to the jaw.

"I don't give a fuck if you came from the pearly gates- I was sent here to do a job, and a job is what I will do." Blitzø smirked, watching as the man grimaced in pain below him. "Any last words?" The Imp smiled, holding the knife to his throat.

Before the man could answer, a pair of arms pulled Blitzø backwards, then a soft voice spoke in his ear. "Blitzy... You're late, it's the full moon..." A familiar voice called from behind him, causing the small Imp to shiver in apprehension.

"Yeah, yeah. Give me a minute, Stolas. I need to finish this fucker o—" Before he could finish his sentence he felt a hand grip the bulge in his trousers. "But Blitzy... Can't this man wait? It's not like he will go anywhere..." Stolas whispered, rubbing a hand over the Imp's chin.

"Stolas, let me finish this." He blushed, whacking the bird's hand off his trousers. "I've gotta finish him off." Blitzø spoke, smirking dangerously as he looked down at the man.

"Blitzy... Come on... I'll let you do whatever you want..." The bird man offered, rubbing the sides of Blitzø's hips. "Come on... You know you want me..."

Blitzø scoffed. "Of course I do Stolas, I just have priorities right now, and those priorities aren't to plow your puss in." He spoke, gripping the man by the hair.

"So... I'm not your priority?" The bird sighed dramatically, watching as the small Imp rolled his eyes in response. "No, Stolas. Go home and I'll meet you there when I'm done." Stolas grumbled unhappily, but turned towards the portal which he came from. "I thought you'd love me more..." He said sarcastically.

The Imp stared harshly at the man for a moment, before grabbing Stolas' arm. "Fine." The Imp sighed, watching as the bird smiled brightly. "But you better be good for me." Blitzø stabbed the man in front of him, leaving the knife in his chest as hen turned towards Stolas.

The bird smiled, going towards him and picking the Imp up onto his hip. "Shall we get started then, Darling?" Stolas spoke sweetly, a hint of excitement in his voice as he did.

"Out here?" Blitzø asked, looking up shockingly at the owl. "You can't really want to do it here in the human realm... Right?" The Imp chuckled nervously. "... Right?" He corrected again.

Stolas looked down, picking at a few of his feathers. "I mean... I've never done it here before, maybe it would be fun... It's a lot colder up here in the human realm, we may not be as sweaty..." The man listed, his speech cutting short by a laugh.

"Oh, I think you just want an excuse to let the humans hear us..." He smirked, brushing a hand over his feathers and pinning him up against the wall, causing the bird to cry out in shock.

"Oh— Uhm- Blitzy... You've got it wrong...— I think..." He mumbles, shivering as the Imp grabbed his chest. "So you can touch me up, but I can't touch up the birdy?" Blitzø smirked, gently scritching in between his chest, feeling a small groan escape him "Blitz... Please..."