Hell is Home (Helluva Boss) Various x fem!Reader x Striker

Busted

Another month had passed since the last time you and Striker had physically seen each other. However, there was a silver lining - he had started using the burner phones more frequently to text you whenever he had some free time. Luckily, your schedules aligned, allowing you to coordinate discreet meetups.

The texts exchanged between you two were brief and to the point, mainly focused on setting up these secret rendezvous. It wouldn't have been fair for Striker to bear the burden of constantly returning to the city, so you took it upon yourself to do some of the traveling.

But little did you anticipate the growing frustration of Blitz and the rest of the gang each time you prioritized these "dates" over spending time with them. With Blitz's inquisitive nature, he couldn't resist the temptation to investigate. One night, under the cover of darkness, he decided to sneak into your apartment, assuming you would be fast asleep.

However, to his surprise, you were wide awake.

Blitz discreetly observed from the living room window as you engaged in an intimate encounter with someone on the couch. However, he couldn't make out the identity of the person due to their positioning. All he could see was the area above your shoulders, and you were turned away from him, oblivious to his presence unless you turned around.

You wore an amused expression, mixed with a passionate desire, as you moved on the couch, a cowboy hat perched on your head. Blitz had a nagging feeling that the hat was somehow familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

Frustratingly, he couldn't hear any of the sounds you were making due to the nearly soundproof windows, which only fueled his nosiness. He was far more curious than any reasonable person should be.

As Blitz continued to watch, you seemed to reach a moment of pure euphoria, your face reflecting sheer bliss. However, your energy seemed to wane, and you began to shift and lower yourself. It was at this moment that the mystery person rose up, causing Blitz's eyes to widen in complete shock.

Blitz's cover nearly blew when he recognized Striker's unmistakable face, but his reaction wasn't one of anger. No, Blitz was captivated by just how skilled, or rather, how much better than skilled, Striker seemed to be at pleasuring you. His frustration grew when you both disappeared behind the couch, out of his line of sight.

Determined to get a better view, Blitz carefully scaled the walls of the complex, making his way to your bedroom window. He managed to open it without alerting you, and as he heard the passionate noises emanating from the living room, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Silently, he pulled himself into your room, landing on your bed with a soft thump. His eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the evidence that you and Striker had been engaging in much more than he had anticipated before his arrival. The bed miraculously remained intact, but there was a noticeable hole in the wall from the forceful impact of the headboard. "Damn, I could use this for my research," Blitz whispered to himself, marveling at the intensity of your encounters.

Quietly sneaking out of your bedroom, Blitz tiptoed down the short hallway that led to the living room and kitchen. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of ripped lingerie and a lasso strewn across the floor. He had playfully teased you about being a kinky woman, but he never expected it to be taken so literally. Just what had you and Striker been up to? The thought of joining in crossed his mind, but he quickly reminded himself that you were his employee. If he wanted to explore this side of you, he would have to ask politely.

Pressing himself against the wall, just out of sight from you and Striker, Blitz listened intently to the dominant and dirty words that Striker was whispering to you. He couldn't help but feel a pang of envy, wanting to join in on that wordplay.