โโฆ I wonโt have you lumping me in with the others.โ
Sometimes you forget how mean he can be. You shouldnโt, right now, while heโs standing in front of you in demon form like he wants to scare you. But he can be so sweet, to you and to his brothers.ย
โI will not belong to you. You will belong to me.โ
He looks menacing and predatory and entirely pleased with himself.
You kind of want to laugh.
โSo, do you understand what youโre asking? Do you agree to my terms?โ
You look into his eyes, smile, and cross your fingers behind your back.ย โYes.โ
โThen itโs settled,โ he says, and you feel the now-familiar burn of a seal on your palm, beneath the skin.ย โAs of this moment, MC, you are mine.โ
He doesnโt answer, but changes his gaze as if to ask what it is.
โGo sit down on that couch for me?โ
He doesnโt respond right away, looking at you quizzically, and you donโt let him. You draw on the shiny new pact connecting you two and let it creep into your voice.ย โNow.โ
Itโs clear Lucifer feels the pull of it immediately, and he makes sure his last action before he complies is to glare at you. You do laugh, this time.
โTesting the parameters, I see,โ he says dryly, as you come around the furniture after him.
โNo,โ you say back simply.ย โI already know mine. Youโre the one,โ as you speak, you straddle his legs and settle in his lap,ย โwho seems to have a lack of understanding how this works.โ
โIs that right,โ he answers, but it comes out breathy, and heโs flushed pink from how close you two are.ย
You hold his face in one hand, and you see him almost lean into it.ย โYouโre so fucking cute,โ you praise quietly, and you notice his hands all but twitching at his sides.ย โAw, baby. You can touch me.โ
He doesnโt need an order for that, his hands coming to your waist like theyโre meant to always be there.ย โAnd what is it I donโt understand?โ
Your other hand comes up to run through his hair, and he closes his eyes for a moment, breathing in.ย
You nip at his ear, lean in and whisper, โYouโre pathetic.โ
He stiffens, and when you come back to look at his face he looks irritated.
โIs this what youโre trying to do? Make me angry?โ
โDonโt talk to me like that,โ you command, and then soften.ย โAnd of course not. You must know that you are. All high and mighty like the rules are different for you.ย โI will not belong to you.โ Did that make you feel better? Feel like you were in control?โ
You tilt his head up and lean in close to his face.ย โKiss me.โ Itโs an order, but it doesnโt need to be.ย
He breathes your name sweetly when you pull away, and you pet his hair in lieu of immediately kissing him again. He soaks it up, this time, leaning into the touch as best he can, though youโre not sure heโs even aware heโs doing it.
โYouโre so precious,โ you praise, because you canโt help it.ย โWhat is it, baby? What do you want?โ
โAre you testing me, MC?โ He asks, as sternly as he can muster.
โMaybe a little,โ you admit, then,ย โTell me what you want.โย
You think itโs that he has to tell that makes Lucifer blush again, pretty red against his pale skin. He hesitates, looking at you, eyelids drooping and pupils dilated, but eventually he murmursย โKiss me some more.โ
It catches you off, because he could have said anything, because heโs this embarrassed to ask for this much. Itโs so innocent, soโฆ virginal.
โLucifer,โ you manage before obliging his adorable request.ย โSweetheart. Such a sweetheart.โ
He kisses back eagerly, enthusiastic and inexperienced, clumsy, and when you press your tongue into his mouth he moans and pulls you in closer.
You move back, slowly, lingering just-one-more kisses before youโre able, and when he opens his eyes heโs looking at you.
โShh, beautiful,โ you say. โIโm just gonna switch us around. I wanna touch you more.โ You hold him by the hips and manage to sit down and slide him into your lap in one movement.
He looks surprised, and you giggle and push your hands up under his shirt to touch his waist.
You rub little circles with your thumbs just above the hipbone and he relaxes, leans down for you, then waits.
Good boy, you think privately, and kiss him like he wants.ย
You let one hand drift down the outside of his thigh, then push back up the inside. He gasps before you even do anything, just that youโre close to touching him. When you do, just pressing your hand against the front of his slacks (that have done precious little to conceal his hard-on), he doesnโt make a sound; when you look back up at his face you see his teeth digging into his lower lip so hard it must be painful.ย
You take your other hand to his face, holding his jaw, and you slip your thumb into the curve beneath his lip and pull softly until you free it. The blood rushing back turns it dark red and you groan and kiss him again.ย
โAre you that worried about making noise?โ You ask quietly, practically into his mouth since you canโt bring yourself to stop kissing him.ย โI didnโt know you were so shy. You must be loud.โ
You break away to look at him, and heโs so embarrassed he wonโt meet your eyes. โLucifer. Look at me.โ
He complies, because he has to, and you can see him struggling with the lack of control. Itโs such genuine emotion it feels mean to call it cute, butโฆ it is. He wants control. He wants you more.
You smile at him, then look down to deal with the fastening of slacks that were not made to open around an erection. He makes these little hiccup-y noises around all the light touches that youโre mostly not doing on purpose, but itโs cute, youโre not complaining.ย
His undershorts are silk, which surprises you not at all, and when you start to rub the material over his cock, he whines before biting his lip again.ย
โYou really are, arenโt you? Loud,โ you say, and he looks down. You pull him in for kisses,ย โNo, no, baby, I like it.โ
โIt - I -โ He swallows, steels himself.ย โYouโve degraded me this much. Allow me some dignity.โย Degraded him. From kisses. Barely touching him. Heโs so dramatic.ย
โOh, sure, because Iโm holding you entirely against your will,โ you answer sarcastically. You thumb his slit through the silk and he gasps to punctuate your point.ย โI knew you were proud, Lucifer, but I didnโt think you were a liar.โ
He has the decency to look ashamed, anyway.ย โI didnโt mean -โ
You nod, kiss him, run your fingers through his hair.ย โI know. I know. Itโs a lot all at once. You can keep quiet if you want to. Besides,โ you smirk,ย โyou wouldnโt want your baby brothers upstairs to hear how pathetic you are.โ
He burns red all the way down his neck, and you swear you feel movement under your hand.ย
โFuck, youโd like that, wouldnโt you?โ You say, soft and in awe.ย ย
He doesnโt answer so you wait, start jerking him off loosely through his shorts, and he breaks and whimpers and nods his head shyly.ย
You make some desperate sound yourself and pull him into a long kiss.ย โYouโre perfect,โ you tell him.ย โBeautiful and slutty and perfect.โ
As you kiss you idly handle him a little tighter, faster, and his hips wiggle in your lap when you tease his tip, so youโre doing a lot of that. Sometimes he gets frustrated, pushes through your hand himself, but heโs letting you do most of it, trusting you to make him feel good.
โMC,โ he says, but it sounds like a moan, so you just smile and keep kissing him, touching him.ย โMC,โ he tries more urgently, breaks off the kiss and takes your wrist.ย โMC. Stop.โ
You do, of course, then touch his face, rub his cheek. โWhatโs wrong?โ
He shakes his head, looks away, covering his face with a hand.ย โNot - just. I. A moment.โ
Youโre lost for half a second before you get it, and you grin slowly. โBaby,โ you start, feeling the heat of his face under your hand. โBaby, are you gonna come?โ
He pouts down at you - no better word comes to mind - looking humiliated, sweaty and aching and lips slick with spit. Because he knows heโs too fast but thereโs nothing he can do, because his body isnโt used to this.
โAngel,โ you breathe, probably the most ironic pet name possible, but it fits.ย โFuck, thatโs adorable. Thatโs so hot, angel. Sweetheart.โ
You kiss him, once, and then lean into his ear.ย โHold it for me. Wait until I tell you yes.โ
Heโs nodding before he realizes that it was an order.
You touch him again, this time just the tips of your thumb and first two fingers, and already Lucifer is panting and needy andย glaring at you, agreement forgotten in light of you taking the choice from him.
โSo scary,โ you tease, and then move your thumb in a way that makes him whine, and you smile.ย โThereโs my sweetheart. There you are. Kiss me.โ
He fights a smile back, but you feel it when he kisses you. His lips part shy and unsure and youโre hit with another rush of that juvenile possessiveness, Iโm his first kiss. You tug him down by his hair and shove your tongue into his mouth, and he makes a high-pitched noise that youโre fairly certain translates toย โplease, yes.โ
When you pull back he pouts at you what youโre sure is intentionally - pushes his lower lip out, bats his eyelashes, and you wonder how long heโs wanted this. Eldest of seven, student council vice president, babysitter of the Demon Lord - he has so much responsibility. Such an image to maintain. And he makes it look so easy.ย
A very long time, youโd wager.
โDo you understand, now?โ You ask him softly, and he gives you a look that distinctly says he does not. You laugh.
โItโs okay, sweetheart,โ you patronize.ย โI can spell it out for you.โ
โOh, Iโd appreciate it,โ he replies flatly, and you wonder if youโre being too mean. Heโs still reveling in every point of contact with you, though, from his thighs to his cock and up to where youโre petting his hair, so you think youโre good.
You pull his hair back sharply and he shudders, gives you that beautiful needy look. God, heโs perfect.ย โBrat,โ you accuse, and he smirks a little, like heโs gonna make you say that a lot more.
You roll your eyes and kiss him but scold โListenโ before you continue.
From his hair, your hand drifts down to the side of his face, and your thumb strokes over his cheek.ย โI donโt care how you say it works,โ you start,ย โOr about your ego and how you protect it. This?โ You take your hands off of him completely, press your thumb into your palm where the seal is, and watch his eyes flash red.ย โMeans I own you.โย
Lucifer grins, all teeth, like heโs threatening you again.ย โFuck you.โ
You laugh because you donโt expect it, but it doesnโt scare you. Itโs his instincts, you think. When something feels like a threat.ย โOne day,โ you promise.ย โOn my bed. And Iโll take my time. Tease you till you beg me for it, edge you till you hate me.โ
His eyes go soft and liquid again, and his breathing stutters.ย โMC.โ
He kisses you, and you smile against his lips and hum as you come away.ย โThatโs better.โ
You slide your hands into his hair and lift one thigh off the couch a little as he comes back towards you, and when you push up against his cock he gasps and looks at you for guidance. You give him none, just petting him and smiling smugly, so eventually he comes in for kisses and tries to ignore it.
Itโs no use, of course, now that youโve peeled back all his pride to get this sweet, obedient, hedonistic little thing, and within minutes heโs rutting against your leg and whimpering into your mouth.
He breaks away and looks at you, and youโve never seen anything so pitiful. It takes him several tries to stop moving, and heโs breathless, giving you big soft eyes and scarlet cheeks that beg you to believe heโs not really this degenerate.
โUse your words, baby,โ you say, enjoying this far too much.ย
And then you think youโre dying, because the first word out of Luciferโs mouth isย โPlease.โ
You wait, and you get whining andย โI need - please, please. Please.โ
โCome on, sweetheart. You can do better than that.โ
He knows youโre fucking with him. Heโs letting you. He wants it.
โMC, please can I come?โ
Itโs his sweetest, most patient, most innocent voice, like if you deny him heโll ask pretty please with sugar on top?ย
โI wish you could see yourself,โ you whisper, running over his lower lip with your thumb. You push against the seam of his mouth and he lets you in, looks straight at you and sucks. Heโs perfect, you think for what must be the thousandth time.ย โDo you know how beautiful you are? And you only get prettier when youโre slutty like this.โ
He whines around your thumb, gives you big doe eyes, and you slide it out of his mouth and ask redundantly, โYou wanna come for me, angel?โ
He nods his head eagerly; you kiss him, and he returns that eagerly, too.
You take one of his own tricks, give him the dangerous smile.ย โLucifer, who do you belong to?โ
He smirks back, because he hears the echo, but then goes all sweet and demure again, your pretty boy, and he looks at you all needy and saysย โYou own me.โย ย
He was getting back at you, a little bit, but he means it.ย
Youโre petting him and praising him and you sayย โSweetheart,โ and he looks at you like itโs his name.
โIf you can get yourself off on me, you can come.โ
He pouts prettily at you and you canโt deny it makes you weak, but before you can scold him or otherwise, heโs humping your leg again; he tries to stay shy and gentle about it, but just like before, it doesnโt last, and heโs loud and shameless before long, rubbing against you and keening into your mouth.
When you notice his hips stuttering is when you pull back; you want to talk him through it.ย โThatโs it, baby,โ you praise.ย โGood. Precious. Youโre so precious, Lucifer.โ
Heโs doing the big sweet eyes again, and now that youโve worn him down to begging itโs like he canโt stop himself, please, MC, please touch me, I need it, need you to make me come.ย
โYou canโt even do this yourself, can you?โ You ask with a feigned longsuffering sigh, then shake your head.ย โReally, angel, itโs a good thing youโre mine,โ you say as you give, and you wrap your hand around his cock - still over the undershorts, because you have to tease a little.
โI know you say you hate compliments, but people give you them because theyโre true, you know,โ you tell him,ย โBut I donโt really think you hate them, anyway. I think you love it when people tell you how gorgeous you are.โ
He canโt answer, barely even tries, so you hold his chin so heโs looking at you and go on,ย โYou know what people would say if they saw you like this, right? More than just that youโre beautiful. Theyโd call you sexy and slutty and needy and such a good bitch. And youโd love it.โย
You thought he was past the point of it, but he looks embarrassed again, shakes his head - but his dickโs twitching in your hand.ย โDonโt lie to me,โ you whisper-sing.ย โSoย vain, angel. So filthy. At least youโre pretty enough for it.โ
His shoulders draw up and forward toward his ears and he tries to hide his face in one of them.ย โNo one else in this realm would - would dare speak to me that way.โ
How cute. โThey would if you told them they could,โ you say coolly.ย โI could order you to say what you want out loud. Oh, thatโd be precious. โPraise me. Be mean to me. Touch me. Fuck me.โโ
He shudders and and practically glows red when you mock him, and you thank whatever being is relevant for giving you this adorable kinky demon.ย โYou wouldnโt let other people touch me,โ he breathes.
โNot if you said no,โ you answer, sliding your hand down his back,ย โbut if you wanted it,โ you grab his ass and squeeze, and he jumps,ย โIโd let the whole student council have a turn with you. Of course, theyโd have to ask my permission. Because youโre mine.โ
Just like that he melts into you again; he smiles lasciviously and wets his lips like heโs trying to look like a slut.ย โIโm yours,โ he echoes, and you sigh and kiss him for a long moment.ย
โYouโre too good at that,โ you tell him, and you donโt know when you grabbed his collar but your hands have the right idea, working open his buttons as you kiss.ย
โIf Iโm so good, then you should reward me,โ he reasons with you, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice.
You raise an eyebrow at him and pinch his nipples, then pull, and Lucifer gasps and then keens, loud and so, so needy, and when you twist before you let go he bites his fist and makes a muffled noise around it.ย
โSensitive everywhere,โ you observe, but it comes out like praise.ย โI told you how I want you to come, baby.โ
He whines, tries his pretty pout for you again, and outright complains when all else fails.ย โYouโre evil. You knew Iโd - Iโd beg for you. Youโre evil.โ
โYouโre a demon,โ you counter, but you donโt deny it.
โAnd what if I canโt?โ
You grin, and heโs not angry enough to deny you kisses.ย โMm, precious,โ you say.ย โYou were about to come after I had my hand on you for five seconds, I think youโll be fine.โ
He looks away like heโs embarrassed again, but thereโs irritation there, too. You press down a giggle and hold his face.
โLucifer. Sweetheart.โ He kisses you back, but thatโs as much as you get.ย โIโll still touch you. Just not here,โ you run your thumb on the wet spot on the front of his undershorts, right over the head of his cock, and he inhales sharply and then glares at you. You almost roll your eyes.ย โThat leaves me,โ you mumble, and then mouth at his jawline,ย โwith a lot,โ you kiss down the side of his neck,ย โof other choices.โ You bite down at the crook of his shoulder then soothe it with your tongue; he gasps, then sighs.
To further illustrate your point, you get both hands under him and pinch, and he tenses up and falls back.ย
โI canโt wait to fuck you,โ you say softly in his ear, and Lucifer whines low from the back of his throat.
โMC, please,โ he begs, and heโs already so good at it, this little whimper under his voice and wide, sweet fuck-me eyes, playing with his lower lip with his thumb.ย
You push your thigh up into his crotch. โI told you what to do, angel,โ you repeat gently.
He pouts at you again and you laugh and kiss him, hands sliding up to the small of his back, and even now he tries to start slow before youโve got your tongue in his mouth and heโs riding your leg like his life depends on it.
He pulls away first and heโs already flushing like heโs going to come, and he starts babbling at you adorably,ย โIโm - please - I want - gonna - baby, please.โ
You smile in self-satisfaction; when you reach to touch him he says no because heโs smart but then whimpers and bucks up in pure desire.
The pact connecting you to him already feels stronger than before; you lean into his ear, call that connection into your voice again, and say gently,ย โCome, Lucifer. Come for me.โ
Within seconds, his body obeys. His eyes nearly close, his mouth falls open, and his grip on your shoulders goes vise-like; as he trembles, his heavy breathing crescendos into sobbing with pleasure.ย
He all but falls on top of you, after, but catches himself on the couch behind you, leaving him inches from your face; he smiles lazily at you and youโre treated to long, messy kisses.
โYou amaze me,โ he tells you,ย โI have never - Iโm not, usually, ah,โ
โSpeechless?โ You supply jokingly.
Your goofy smile drops back to arousal instantly with the honesty and intensity of that one word.ย โFuck.โ
Lucifer starts to slide off your lap; you raise an eyebrow at him and he just smiles. He comes off and steps back, then kneels between your legs.
Your breath catches.ย โWhat are you doing, sweetheart?โ
He looks back up at you from where heโs unfastening your fly and smiles sweetly.ย โServing you. I do belong to you, after all.โ
