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ONE KISS IS ALL IT TAKES ... OR MORE? ā SCARAMOUCHE
your boyfriend scaramouche can be so grumpy sometimes, but you know of a couple ways that will make him show his soft side, wc. 1.3k
ć»ā¶ ļ½” warnings ā heavily making out & tit play, fem! reader, fluff, established relationship, grumpy scaramouche
it's not difficult for you to discern whenever your boyfriend scaramouche was grumpy after a long day and you could already hear it from afar, not needing to see himā the familiar sounds of grumbling and frustrated sighs flowing from his lips to your ears even before you entered your shared apartment.
to be clear, you really don't mind your boyfriend being in one of his moods again, it was quite normal to you and in all honesty, there was nothing more inside of you than a burning impulse of wanting to help him as good as you could.
you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what might've been the reason this particular night.
right as you walked into your bedroom, you found him lividly pacing back and forth, his brows furrowed and his lips set in a tight line of frustration, agitated to the point where he didn't even acknowledge your presence, too wrapped up in whatever was bothering him.
"hey, are you okay?" you ask him gently, stepping a bit closer before setting your jacket on the bed, not taking your gaze off him.
"hah, what? oh, yeah, totally fine, totally okay," he mutters back, awkwardly glancing at you before resuming his pacing, giving you a cold shoulderā and ah, he did this often, for scaramouche it was difficult to actually open up but also, the last thing he wanted was to somewhat drag you down with him.
"those people in the akademiya just, they're, ugh, aggravating, you know? they don't under- understand me, they don't listen, they don't leave me alone,"
"they also can't stop staring and muttering their little mouths to death."
you listen patiently, nodding contently as he vented out his frustrations while ever so often attempting to stop himself by biting into his lower lipā and well, scaramouche had a big tendency to get grumpy pretty easily, and it often took him a while to wind down but talking to you helped, even if it takes him a little to actually do it.
not to mention that you knew the secret to calming him down, always, achieving great relaxation in softening the expression on his face.
you take his hand, guiding him to the edge of the bed as he flinches he moment you touched him, "come over there," you motion towards the bed as he nods, pulling him down to sit beside you, "relax, okay? you're home now."
"i can't relax right now," he barks back, furrowing his brows although he can never resist your welcoming, more so warm embrace as you tugged him closer to your chest, "how can people be so stupid there? aren't they supposed to be geniuses or something?"
you couldn't suppress a laugh, chuckling as you tenderly run a hand through his tousled hair, "maybe you're just too smart, ever thought about that?" you add and listen to him as he exhales shakily through his mouth.
but the man grumbles and you could swear you saw a smile, a slight pucker of his lips when you called him smart, seeing it as a small victory in itself before you shift closer, your arms wrapped around his neck.
he reacts to your touch immediately, his body tense against yours as you just hugged him for a while, holding him gently and waiting until you felt him start to relax.
"breathe andā and just feel me, okay?" you utter.
he sighs but you know whenever he sighs just like that, when the tension in his soul and body eases a bit more, "you're too good to me, keeping up with this," he frowns, his voice losing some of it's earlier sharp edge as it attains a pillowy note.
"ah, i know," you tease, "ādon't have to tell me that all the time," as you playfully roll your eyes, kissing his cheek, "kidding, i love all sides of you."
"feeling better already?" you ask him, "now that i'm here?" your voice barely above a whisper.
"maybe, only a little though," you're helping and he knows it, he's both in love and scared by how well you already knew him by now.
his gaze flickers to your lips and back to your eyes, "there's something that would make me feel better, great even,"
a curious expression dances over your cheekbones, a playful smile tugging at your precious lips, "oh, really now? what are you thinking about?"
and instead of answering you with words, he captures your lips in a kiss that was a cross between a need and a fleeting frustration, an eager want that quickly deepened the kiss between you. you tug at his hair, pushing him into your lips as he kissed you like a man starved of love and lust, his tongue moving over yours in a hunger well beyond desperation.
the intensity multiplied in seconds, in every touch and every swipe of tongueā scaramouche was eager, he made sure to kiss you even harder as his hands roamed freely over your chest, leaving you short of breath.
never in a million years was his touch not possessive, not almost desperate to the point where you immediately needed moreā although it was easy to discern that there was an underlying reason as to why scaramouche kissed you that way, it's as if he was afraid you might slip away if he didn't hold you tight enough.
you broke the kiss only long enough to gasp for air, looking into his doughy eyes as your heart knocks and knocks against your chest, his facial expression drowsy and clouded, his lips swollen and glistening, "scara," you whine, your thighs pressing together.
"hmm?" he just hums an answer, not giving you a chance to say more before capturing your lips yet again, another kiss that was even more fervent than the last one he has given you.
he helps you get onto his lap before one hand slipped under your shirt to play with your tits, instantly targeting your erected nipples with a playful pinch and tug.
you shiver and moan his name, your body responding to his touch with a need that barely matched his own.
he shifts the both of you before pressing you into the bed, his body on top of yours and his lips searching for your neck as it elicits a hefty gasp from your throat.
scaramouche laughs with a deep groan as he continues to pinch your nipples and squeeze your pretty tits, his bangs sticking against his forehead and only showing the pace he was going for.
"scara, pleaseā please," you whine, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you arch into his touch.
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire, "please what, hmm?" he asks teasingly, like he doesn't know what he's doing to youā as if he's not fully aware on how to get you to this point.
his voice was now, consisting of a low growl that sent shivers down your spine before he grabs at his clothed cock to show you what you're doing to him, stroking the obvious bulge in his pants and hissing as he grinds his cock into his palm.
"please don't stop," you whisper and cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you before your voice trembles in need, "i need you, it feels so good,"
ah, what was the reason he was grumpy about again? because archonsā scaramouche swears he forgot, he can forget just about anything when he hears you say that you need him.
ā” he doesnāt mind taking care of you even if youāre on your period
ć»pairing. wanderer x f!reader
ć»content. NSFW; period sex (sry); only oral tho (both f! and m!receiving); i gave up at the end
ć»a/n. donāt interact if it makes you uncomfortable. Btw, I was actually wrong and Iāll have another test in five days šand then Iāll finally be on vacation.
It had only been a while since your relationship with Wanderer began, and honestly it was very difficult to get to that level, you didn't want to ruin everything with your problems.
At this moment, you were wrapped in a soft blanket on your bed, cell phone in hand as you sent him a message, letting him know that you were canceling plans and apologizing for not being able to go out today.
"What happened?"
The answer came faster than you expected, and with a hint of concern that warmed your heart despite the pain you were feeling from your cramps.
āIām sick.ā
A part of you feels bad for lying about something so small, but you didnāt want him to think that you chose to stay at home instead of going out with him, or that you were lying just not to see him.
You turn off the device and place it on the nightstand next to the bed. Your eyes close and you fall sleep without even realizing it. You were feeling really tired lately.
āBaaaaang!ā The doorbell rings, a sound resonating in the confines of your apartment and making you jump up quickly in surprise.
You get up, a little dazed and confused about who could it be until you open the door and come across a certain indigo haired boy holding pharmacy bags in his hands and staring at you with a poker face as if waiting for you to say something first, youāre not sure what though.
He walks straight past you and empties the bag on the table. āI didnāt know what you had and you werenāt answering the phone.ā He simply justified the amount of medication he had brought, leaving you stunned for a second.
āYou didnāt need toā¦ I just needed some sleep.ā You sigh, a bit embarrassed. He looks you up and down, silently taking the initiative to grab you by the arm and take you to your room to lay you down on the bed.
"Symptoms?"
āItās nothing, really, I told you-ā
āI didnāt spend my money for nothing.ā You bite your bottom lip, staying quiet as Wanderer watches your expression closely, waiting for your explanation so he can know how to follow.
āDonāt get madā You look at him hesitantly, a pleading tone in your voice, only talking when he gives you a minimal nod for you to continue. āJust- crampsā¦ my period started yesterday.ā He raises his eyebrow and you gulp down, heart aching with uncertainty until he speaks again. āAnd why would I be angry?ā
You remain silent when faced with the question. You don't know exactly how to respond. He was always a little grumpy, but was he really the type to judge you and get angry for such a futile reason?
āAnyway, I brought some things, there must be something worth it.ā He places the options on your bed for you to see, and you take out something for your current headache, gulping it down with the water you got from the bottle next to your bed (you leave it there so you can wake up at night and be able to hydrate yourself without having to get up).
He's more affectionate than usual, and sometimes you notice him taking his phone out of his pocket to do some research before preparing things to please you. A thermal bag wrapped in a cloth that he gently placed on your abdomen, delicious foods that he tried to make to please you, a second bottle of water so that you were always hydrated (even though you insisted that you didn't need it), and finally he ended up giving in when you asked him to lie down with you so you could watch a movie.
āIs there anything else you want?ā He asks in the most velvety voice he can do, welcoming you in his arms and stroking your belly in circles underneath your blouse. His hand had a cozy warmth that gave you butterflies and made it difficult to sleep with the restlessness, but you were grateful because at least now it didn't hurt as much as before, and you could tell that the pain was almost being replaced by something else... since he was being so sweet to you.
āHm, maybeā¦ā You turn your head back to see his face, which tilts slightly to the side in doubt. āAnd what would it be?ā
āI want to pay you back for taking such good care of me today.ā Your hands waste no time in lowering his pants to his ankles, making his eyes widen in surprise.
He puts his hand on your face to stop you as soon as you get close. āI'm doing this because I want to.ā
āMe too.ā You respond and he sighs, his breath already shaky just imagining what you would do next. He hoped to have taken you to dinner with him at his house, a few kisses here and there, and maybe have you naked in his bed for the whole night, because honestly that was what he was thinking about most lately.
He wanted to undress you with his teeth and feel you around him as he sank into you, but with your text in the morning and the worry he felt from then on, he didn't have time to have these naughty thoughts again for the rest of the day, and now he was paying the price.
You smiled from corner to corner as you saw the tent forming beneath his underwear, lowering the fabric and letting his hard cock pop out of its restraints, cum oozing from the tip as you touched the head with your fingertip.
āUghhā¦fuck.ā You watch Wanderer's face contort with pleasure at the slide of your finger down his cock, and the way he tries to hold back even though he's throbbing with desire right now.
He places his hand over yours and forces your fingers to finally close around his member, guiding your movements, speed, and pressure. You however want to go much further than just letting him fuck your fist, stopping your palm at the base and kissing the sensitive skin as a way of teasing him.
āMmn- put it in your mouth, come onā¦ā he caresses the side of your face, a gesture that makes you lean into his touch. His hand goes to the back of your head, his fingers threading through your soft strands to subtly give you a boost, encouraging you to go further. You open your mouth to receive him and lick your lips to lubricate them before sucking him inside.
āYouāre so good to me.ā He whispers, feeling the warmth of your mouth wrapping around him, enough to drive him insane with pleasure. āSo prettyā.
You move your head as much as you can, your hand massaging the rest that couldn't get into your mouth, and with the other you gently massaged his balls, a low moan escaping his mouth as you sucked so eagerly on his cock.
āAah- please, keep sucking like that.ā Feeling that he was already wet and slippery enough, he slowly thrust forward, pushing his cock even deeper into your waiting mouth. āMmmā¦ that feels incredible.ā
You look up and see him smiling. His chest rising and falling rapidly and a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. He looked drunk, and your mouth was too good for him to handle, you milked his throbbing length for everything it was worth and he was on the edge.
You immediately noticed how his hands became soft as pudding and fell next to his body, grabbing the sheet as it was the closest thing, his knuckles turning white as you sucked him harder. He was entranced, eyes half-lidded with lust. He found himself getting harder in your mouth, pre-cum leaking from the slit.
āOhh fuck it, Iām so close!ā He fights back a moan, only the loud sound of his rapid breathing can be heard in the same rhythm as he rolled his hips, hitting your soft palate with the tip of his dick and making a mess all over your face and his own body.
You canāt help but gag, but as heās almost cumming, you strive to take all of him, deep throating him until you feel him twitch in your mouth.
āMmmnā¦ gonna cum.ā He mumbles, voice weak and high-pitched as a gooey liquid coats the inside of your mouth in white. You swallow what you can and take it out of your mouth to breathe, going back and licking the rest when you see the mess on his pelvis and the tantalizing sight that is watching him spent like this.
He whines quietly from time to time when he feels your tongue giving quick kitten licks to clean him up, patiently letting you finish, until it's so much to make him feel overstimulated.
He had already regained his energy when he flicked you on the forehead to make you stop (which worked, as your hands went to immediately soothe the red spot), then he gently turned you around while you were distracted with your complaints, laying you down against the pillows and reappearing with his face in between your open legs, a predatory look on his face.
"My turn now." He says confidently. Your eyes widen, closing your legs quickly.
"No! Absolutely not!"
āUghh, why not?ā He frowns.
āBecause Iām bleeding. It should be obvious.ā You arch an eyebrow, covering your lower half with the blanket so he wouldn't look for it anymore, but it clearly doesn't work as he proceeds to bring up the subject.
āI don't care about these things, I just need a taste. I promise I wonāt make a mess.ā His hands slowly pull the blanket down as he trails kisses on one of your thighs. You didn't expect to ever see him like this, but maybe it wasn't such a bad thing...
āBe quick.ā As soon as you alert him, he smiles contentedly, running to get a towel and place it below your hips and removing your underwear with his eyes fixed on your intimacy. He longed for it.
It's a little embarrassing, but at the same time you felt absurd pain due to the cramps during your period, it was certain that more or less after the second day something changed. You became more needy, a want to relieve yourself, but you never gave in to your desires because you thought it was too absurd, and besides, it'd be a headache to clean up later.
You gasp in surprise when you feel his fingers brush against your folds, the tip of Wanderer's tongue touching your clit.
Now that you were feeling pleasure for the first time in this moment, you could see how much more intense the sensation was becoming, and how sensitive it had made you.
He starts licking softly and sucking the bud very carefully, your walls contract impatiently and he lowers his mouth to plunge his tongue into your waiting hole.
āMmmā¦ itās so sweet.ā He closes his eyes and comments, as if he were enjoying a dessert.
āS-stop that! I know itās not.ā
āNo, you taste fucking amazing.ā He grunted before getting back to work, opening his mouth wide and taking in what he could get as he pressed his tongue inside you and explored your pussy. Your juices smeared his face and ran down his chin, but he cleaned them off with his tongue when he stopped to breathe, and replaced his mouth with his fingers.
Now, you had your thighs around his head, writhing in pleasure as he massaged your clit with two fingers and sucked what came out of your tight opening.
āWe need to do this more often.ā He accelerates his pace, determined to push you over the edge. And when your squeeze on his head gets stronger, his hands move up to hold your thighs steady so he could continue to lavish attention on your pussy.
āMmmm- yes yes! Iām gonna cum, please donāt stop.ā You cry, desperate to ease the knot forming in your belly.
āYeah? Cum for me, babyā¦ cum in my mouth.ā He murmurs against your pussy, sucking hard on the tiny bundle of nerves as you complain about how sensitive you are.
You let yourself go and feel your pussy pulsate against his tongue, he laps up every drop of your sweet release, savoring the taste of your orgasm on his taste buds. His growing erection throbbing painfully in his pants from seeing this side of you, but he ignored it, focusing instead on pleasing his girlfriend until the end.
After you finish, you can just take one last deep breath before closing your heavy eyelids, falling into a deep sleep. He slowly pulls away, lips glistening red from all your juices and his own saliva.
āI could do this every day.ā He murmurs appreciatively, running a hand through his messy hair and admiring the work he's done between your legs.
With some wet wipes he cleans you up and lifts your panties back into place. āI hope that was enough for you to rest well.ā
sensitive wings hc. cw. sub!sunday, gn!reader, thigh riding, playing with sunday's wings. <3 not proofread.
āi told you.. to stop touching my winā nghā!ā sunday scolded between moans and gasps. he trembled lightly on top of you, gripping your shirt with shaking hands as you caressed his wings. you honestly didn't see the problem. he was clearly enjoying itāhe was leaking all over your lap and making such unholy sounds.
he was ashamed of himselfāof how easily he crumbled under your touch. of how he must look right now, with his body shamelessly responding to the stimulation.
you chuckle softly, finding the front he was so desperately trying to keep up adorably amusing. āwhat if i don't, hm?ā your fingers continued to dance over his wings, only pausing for a brief moment whenever they fluttered lightly. with how sensitive his wings seemed to be, you couldn't help but wonder how (and why) he had gotten them pierced.
sunday attempted to respond, but all that came out was a whimper. you felt his legs tighten around your thigh, his hips pressing further against you, seeking more friction. he gave you a pleading look, as if admitting defeat and finally dropping his act. sunday looked so pretty, his face flushed and tears beading at the corners of his eyesāyou couldn't help leaning forward and giving him a kiss, stealing away what little breath he had left.
āyou're such a mess now, angel.ā you purr, earning a glare from sunday, though it lacked the annoyance he meant to portray. finally, after almost ten minutes of nonstop teasing, you release sunday's wingsāmuch to his relief and surprising disappointment. ājust messing with your wings isn't enough to make you cum though, is it? don't worry. i'll make sure to give the rest of your body the attention it deserves.ā
it's easier if you show him, welt says. and if you show him . . . he'll show you too.
cw: afab reader (no pronouns). mutual masturbation, talk of past fantasising, welt has a corruption kink, reader is inexperienced. not sfw, minors dni.
[a/n: i used a random number generator to throw me some scenarios with some of my fav characters to write, kinks to write etc as a little birthday game for myself, and it threw up welt and mutual masturbation to begin with and it was so perfect for him i couldn't resist.]
Weltās hands rest reassuringly on your thighs, warm and calloused ā the single glove shed. His face above you is gentle as always; the stars reflecting off the glass of his spectacles, a small smile on his handsome face. His hair falling against his forehead, the silver threading through it catching the light.
āShow me,ā he repeats to you again, his voice as low and calm as ever, even as your own heart jack-rabbits in your chest like a frightened animal. Your breath feels short. He sees the way that you take your steadying breath and smiles, one hand moving from your thigh to catch your chin in its grip and pull you into a kiss.
You melt against his mouth ā he knows how to do this. Experience is clear in every moment of his lips upon yours; the way his tongue teases at the seam of your mouth, the way his teeth tug teasingly upon your bottom lip, the way that your jaw stays cradled in his sure embrace.
Ā āYou donāt have anything to be afraid of,ā he murmurs against your lips, breaking the kiss only the merest fraction of distance. āI just want to see how you touch yourself so I know what you like when Iām the one touching you.ā
An embarrassed little squeak falls from your throat.Ā
Itās different, hearing it said aloud - and though itās not the first time Welt has put forth the idea tonight, something about it still feels decadent and rich and sinful. You look up at him through the fringe of your lashes, your cheeks puffing out (Welt thinks that adorable; everything about you screams inexperience, and . . . a part of him, deep in his chest, roars with pleasure at the idea of being the one who gets to show you and teach you and have you in all of these ways for the first time). He smiles at you encouragingly once more, his thumb rubbing tender circles over your jawline.Ā
āIāve never . . .ā You swallow, heat rushing to the surface of your skin. āI havenāt ever done that in front of anyone, before.ā
He raises one eyebrow and lets his smile curl the corners of his lips, always reassuring, always gentle, always patient.Ā
āBut you have done it?ā He presses, and you squeak again and for a moment he thinks youāre going to bury your face into his chest in embarrassment.Ā
You sit on his bed in nothing but a shirt that is too big for you (a faded cartoon kitten prances across your chest) and cotton underwear patterned with little roses, and Welt thinks he prefers you like this more than heād enjoy you in lingerie and ribbons and lace. Thereās something so real and raw - and yes, unfledged - about you in this manner. There is no pretense about you in this. You squirm under his gaze.
ā. . . Iām not entirely innocent, Mr Yang,ā you say, and thereās a prim little shadow to your words that has him achingly hard in his own nightclothes. He chuckles at your answer and presses a kiss onto your forehead in amusement, humming slightly as he pulls back to let you have more room on the bed. He walks his fingers up your calf, sending shivers all through your body, the hair standing up on end at the slow, luxurious contact.
Welt touches you like heās holding himself back - forcing himself to go slow, tension simmering beneath his surface. You know that he holds back for your benefit - that thereās hunger in his eyes when he looks at you like heād love nothing more than to throw you down onto his bed and have his way with you. Your insides give a twist at the thought; a bolt of heat between your thighs.Ā
Welt has already noticed youāre watering the roses on your pretty cotton underwear.Ā
āYouāre playing a very good game of it,ā he says, with only a little amused rebuke. āHere. Would it make you feel better if I touched myself too?ā
You take a soft intake of breath, eyes flickering up to his - he holds your gaze with a firmness that remains as sweet as he can manage when his instincts are screaming to stop being so patient about all of this.Ā
āTh-thatās something youād do? Over me?ā
āThatās something Iāve done over you,ā he corrects you. āMore than once, my dear.ā
You donāt quite know how to respond to that. Your breath hitches sweetly, and you toss your pretty head as if you canāt quite believe his confession. He continues, just to see you get more flustered - youāre so adorable when youāre nonplussed. And . . . a part of him delights in just how naively you respond to him saying how he has fantasised about you - a reminder of your own chastity. He longs to make you come undone. To ruin you.
āIāve touched myself and thought about how pretty youād look split open on my cock,ā Welt murmurs, skating his thumb higher on your thigh, leaving a hot trail of desire in his wake. āWhat youād sound like when I made you come. The way youād taste when I bent my head between your thighs . . .ā
You gasp softly as his thumb rubs over the seam of your sex, feeling the dampness there. You shudder under his touch for a moment, before you open your mouth and your words escape out in a rush.Ā
āYou first,ā you say, and it comes out a little more petulant and demanding than youād meant it to - but Welt doesnāt scold you. He merely quirks an eyebrow at you.Ā
āWhy,ā he says, āI didnāt know you could be such a bratty little thing.āĀ
Your cheeks heat again, shoulders drawing in, rushing to apologise - but Welt chuckles again and pinches the softness of your thigh to stop you in your tracks.
āDonāt apologise,ā Welt murmurs. āI think itās rather cute.ā
āO-oh,ā you say, and you wet your lips, your tongue shining pink in the light of his cabin. He wonders how that tongue would feel tracing the veins of his cock - how your pretty lips would look, wrapped around his length, eyes gone wide at how thick he is. A gossamer strand of drool, perhaps, leaking from the corner of your mouth - your tongue licking and suckling at his reddened head like you were enjoying some kind of delicious treat . . .
Time to teach you how to do that later on.Ā
āWell,ā you breathe, keeping your eyes firmly fastened on the spot at his crotch where his cock is longing to be freed from the confines of his own nightwear. āWill you? Show me first?ā You look embarrassed. āItās easier for me to . . . touch myself . . . i-if I have something to look at and think about--ā
āHave you ever touched yourself and thought of me?ā He asks, with a small smile, and your response - the whimper of embarrassment, the way that you avoid his eye - tells him all that he needs to know. āAh. How flattering.ā
āMr Yang . . .āĀ
His eyes go half-lidded and he sighs, shifting backwards again - reaching to the waistband of his trousers to push them down and free his cock. He lets you look at it - thicker than average, a length heās never had any complaints about, tip ruddy and ridged with veins that pulse in time with his heartbeat, silvery precome soaking the head - before he gently lets himself take hold of it. It jumps in his hand at the contact.Ā
āI love it when you call me that,ā he says. His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose, clouded with the heat of the moment - but that just allows you a better view of his eyes, pupils blown wide as he rubs his thumb over the slit at the head of his cock. He sighs.
. . . Heās so handsome. The ravages of age have touched him only lightly; silvery streaks in his hair, fine crowās feet at his eyes, smile lines at his generous mouth. Unconsciously, you let your own thumbs hook into the waistband of your underwear. Youāre a little embarrassed at how it sticks to your cunt as you roll it down your own thighs - the threads of your arousal clinging on, the gusset all damp with your own slick. But Weltās eyes flicker to it and he sighs again, slowly pumping his hand up and down his shaft.Ā
āSpread your legs for me,ā He says to you, voice stern but kindly. āLet me see all of you, pretty thing.ā
You bite your lip, but you let him see - urge your thighs apart to reveal yourself fully, cunt wet and dripping onto his bed. You stay very still for a moment, as Welt takes in the view - his sharp eyes caressing every inch of you, learning you as if he intends to know your body by heart. He smiles a secret smile that manages to be at once gentle and predatory as you tremble beneath the intensity of the gaze.
āYou donāt disappoint,ā he murmurs. āYouāre even lovelier in the flesh. Look at how wet you are. Is that all for me?ā
You are wet - youāre not sure youāve ever been this wet before in your life. Even as Welt looks at you, you feel your cunt clench around nothing; an emptiness inside of you that you wish were being filled by Weltās fingers or his cock or anything at all. Your clit throbs at the exposure to the cool air, sensitive.Ā
You nod shyly, and Welt exhales through his clenched teeth. The hand on his cock remains slow, his pumps purposeful instead of frenzied. As he works his own shaft, more precome bubbles from his tip, and you unconsciously lick your lips at the thought of wrapping your mouth around him.Ā
āCome on,ā he encourages. āLet me see how you touch yourself.āĀ
āO-okay,ā you exhale again softly, and let one of your hands drift down to between your thighs. It hovers there for a moment nervously, unsure what to do - but you try to let the tension drain from your shoulders, the embarrassment of being so thoroughly studied fade, and you concentrate on what Welt is doing instead. The rhythmic motion of his hand as it works his cock, the way it twitches in his grip at the sight of you. You let two of your fingers dip between the plump lips of your cunt and a whimper falls from your mouth. āS-sorry for being noisy, Mr Yang--ā
āOh . . .ā Welt sighs. āDonāt apologise on my account, my dear. Youāre very nice to hear after imagining what it would sound like for so long.ā
Your fingers slide down to your entrance, slippery with your own slick. You feel yourself pulse at contact as you circle it, huffing out a hot breath.Ā
Welt does not stop touching himself; alternating the slides of his hand on his cock with rubs to his slit, loosening and tightening his grip on his own shaft as he watches you slowly, slowly, slide a finger inside of yourself. He sees that you cling tightly to only one finger; that droplets and rivulets of your arousal ooze out from around the finger. He hears that the noise of your cunt sucking your digit in is indecently loud and wet - you deserve to have something more fulfilling put inside of you. Welt hopes you will allow him, one day, to fill you up more thoroughly.
A soft whine escapes parted lips as you urge your thighs wider and begin to slowly move the finger inside of you. Your other hand moves to part the lips of your sex, fingers in a āvā formation, showing him a tantalising glimpse of your clit and how it stands swollen and hard for attention. He licks his own lips without realising heās doing it, imagining wrapping them around the little bud and suckling upon it until you cry out, fingers tangled in his hair. How pretty you are.
He wishes he could draw you right now; an erotic tableau for his eyes only, a memory made paper he could return to on lonely nights. Youāre so lovely. So much better in the flesh.Ā
You get shy after displaying yourself for him so lewdly; the hand spreading you open dips between your folds and begins to circle your clit instead, rubbing clumsily backwards and forwards on it. A smile plays at his mouth. You may have touched yourself and thought about him, but nobody has ever really taken the time to teach you the finer points of self-pleasure - youāre unsure and awkward, fingers slipping, whimpers falling from your mouth and face scrunching sweetly in frustration that you canāt quite get it to feel as good as you know it could.Ā
That makes him harder; the ball of tension in his stomach draw in tighter. Such sweet naivety, so green to the ways of the world . . . Welt will take great pleasure in finding exactly what motions on your clit have you squealing. What rhythms of your fingers will get you gasping. Teaching.Ā
Time enough for that later. Right now, he watches you - the pump of one lone finger, the awkward rubbing of your clit. The thought of you alone in your cabin with your face in a pillow to muffle your whimpers almost makes him come early.
(He wonders how you prefer to do it, if nobody is watching. Do you lie like this, on your back, fingers delving between the pretty folds of your cunt? Or do you prefer hands and knees, imagining being fucked from behind? Perhaps you slip a pillow between your thighs and dry-hump it until itās saturated through with your slick, imagining yourself atop of someone. Imagining yourself atop of him.)
He lets you struggle along for a few more minutes, before the sight of your awkward inexperience is just too adorable to bear for a moment longer.Ā
āThatās right,ā Welt murmurs, his eyes so focused on you that you feel like theyāre burning. āI think you could take another finger, pretty thing. Let me see how you look stretched around something wider so I can imagine my cock inside of you.ā
A strangled noise, aroused and bashful, falls out of you but you obey him even so. You press a second finger inside of yourself, and Welt doesnāt fail to notice how itās a tight fit even like that. How tight would you feel, then, clinging to his cock? How hot and wet and snug would you feel if he were buried inside of you, hips stuttering into you over and over until your insides moulded to the shape of him? The wet squelching sounds of your fingers working in and out of you mix in the air with your laboured panting, the slick sound of his hand over his cock as he works it faster and faster. Unconsciously, he shifts closer to you.Ā
āMr Yang,ā you whine, a pitiful little noise. āI-Iām not going to last very long--ā
āFuck.ā He breathes out. His cock jumps in his hand as you speak - youāre so very pretty like this, frustrated and teetering on the edge of your orgasm and embarrassed all at the same time. He isnāt going to last very long either. Just touching isnāt enough any more. āStay still, pretty.ā
He shifts - and you cry out in surprise as he gathers himself on his knees, as he works himself closer to you, using the hand not wrapped around his cock to take the one of yours currently shyly circling your swollen clit. His fingers intertwine with yours as he presses your hand down on the bed - and slaps the head of his cock against your clit.
The intertwined fingertips dig into the roughened flesh of his hand. You whine out again as he continues to pump his shaft, but this time with every movement of his fist the flushed leaking tip of his cock nudges at your clit, mixing his precome with your slick until tears are beading in your eyes. The entire experience is decadent and wet and feels wonderful - your fingers inside of you, Weltās cock gliding all over the hard nub of your clit. Itās like a scene dropped from a fantasy youād never let yourself think too hard about.
Your release doesnāt sneak up on you so much as it all falls upon you at once - rushing up on all sides to overwhelm you with heat and pleasure, hot and desperate jolts of electricity as your mouth falls open and you whine and your cunt clenches and tenses around your fingers and your release coats your fingers in an extra gush of wetness. Youāre breathing heavily as you come, whining and whimpering filling the air of his cabin.Ā
āMr Yang-- Welt, please-- I want you to come too--ā
The way you say his surname and his forename and the little plea are all too much for him. His own breath labours as his hips stutter, and his cock jumps and jitters and twitches in his grip - and strings of his own pearl release paint your cunt like heās marking you out as his. He chases the dregs of his orgasm, smearing his release all into your already-wet folds, making a mess of you - but as he does, you just sigh prettily and your fingers squeeze his own where they are entwined and he thinks he could stay here forever.
Youāre both silent for a few moments, the air filled with the lightning crack of something changing. You look at one another and think how beautiful the other is, how every moment lives up to the fantasy--
āMr Yang,ā you say, shyly, when your breath has returned to normal. āIād . . . like for you to know what some of your other fantasies are like. I-in person, I mean. For real.ā
He looks at you. His other hand cups your cheek as he pulls your face forward, resting his forehead against yours. A soft smile plays on his lips.
aizawa is too pretty to eat pussy. the sight ALONE would kill you.
just making eye contact with him while he hikes your legs over his shoulders would have you six feet under.
heād eat you out like a man starved, and heād do it all while looking up at you through thick eyelashes; ripping orgasm after orgasm from you until youāre so sensitive it hurts. heād take pity on you for a moment, untangling himself from your limbs, letting you believe youāve earned a rest.
but he is an evil, evil man.
heād slip two fingers into your cunt, chuckling darkly to himself all the while, and heād pump them mercilessly.
that man wouldnāt stop until youāre crying and begging for mercy.
god, just the THOUGHT of it is enough to send you to the grave.
I JUST NEED TO TALK ABOUT HIM FOR A MOMENT BC LOWKEY??????? SMASH. I SAID IT OKAY.
Fandom: Helluva Boss
Parings: Agent One
Type: Ramblings
C/TW: MDNI, 18+, NSFW, dom reader, mommy kink, short, no loser twinks were harmed in the making of this post
šć ¤×ć ¤š ą£Ŗ ā A little bit of a flirt until he gets to the bedroom
šć ¤×ć ¤š ą£Ŗ ā You know he whimpers. Definitely a whimper and tears up when it feels really good
šć ¤×ć ¤š ą£Ŗ ā Likes getting his hair tugged as well as feeling your fingers comb through his hair
šć ¤×ć ¤š ą£Ŗ ā Legs get trembly when he gets a blowjob
šć ¤×ć ¤š ą£Ŗ ā Tries to be dominant sometimes, fails every single time. It usually goes something like;
šć ¤×ć ¤š ą£Ŗ ā "Ready to scream my name all night, baby?" Is later whimpering 'mommy' while you milk his cock for all its worth
šć ¤×ć ¤š ą£Ŗ ā After season 2 episode 8? Getting collared without a doubt.
šć ¤×ć ¤š ą£Ŗ ā Makes the conscious effort to be quiet. Thinks he does a good job. But everyone knows what's going on, they just don't say anything about it
šć ¤×ć ¤š ą£Ŗ ā possessive to a certain degree
šć ¤×ć ¤š ą£Ŗ ā clingy aftercare
šć ¤×ć ¤š ą£Ŗ ā For some reason I picture him acting like he's turned off by the idea of aftercare but then when you're like "okay" and scoot to your side of the bed, he gets pouty and teary eyed.
šć ¤×ć ¤š ą£Ŗ ā That's all I got for him I'm sorry lol
/ / strap is referred to and treated as a dick, praise, dirty talk, manhandling(r! receiving), strap blowjob (v! receiving), dom!top!vi
based on this post, something about Vi jerking off a strap... yeah,
enjoy!
"C'mon sweetheart, gotta get it nice and wet for me."
Vi cooed from above you, looking down at you, kneeling between her legs while she manspread; one of her hands combing through your hair while the other worked up and down the pink strap she wore.
She used the hand that was already on your scalp to push your head down, your glossy lips pressing against the tip. You look up at her, eyes big as you slowly opened your mouth, letting her push your head further down its length.
"There you go, all the way to the base, so good for me."
The way she groans and fucking moans would have you believing that she could feel it, that it was real, and you knew that if you asked, she'd swear she could feel it.
She opts to grip your hair rather than just holding your head, so this way, she can guide you up and down her shaft.
When she pulled you off of it, a long string of saliva kept you connected to it. "Up." She demands but lifts you up herself before you can anyway.
Violet positions you on the bed to her liking, laid on your back, legs spread. Her right hand linked with your own, intertwining hands as her left gripped the base of her strap. She starts moving it up and down its length once again, stroking it right above your cunt.
A low chuckle reverberated throughout the room when you whined and bucked your hips upwards. "What is it, baby? Hm?" She asked, teasingly rubbing the silicone against your puffy lips, occasionally hitting your clit.
"Pleaseā¦" You begged, already shed of whatever dignity you had.
"You want my cock, honey, is that it?" She groaned loudly when her strap passed your hole as you practically sucked her in.
"Yeah, that's it, that this dick. Fucking take it."
when youāre riding a pretty boyās face and you look back and heās thrusting his hips up into nothing as you grind on his mouthā¦ so fucking pathetic. give me more
The poll didn't even finish before I started working on this lmao, hope you enjoy my first take on some very soft dom Luci!
Lucifer x f!sinner reader
Summary: You were a devout believer in life, but somehow you ended up in Hell with no real explanation. Most nights you can be found sitting on a bar stool in the lobby, trying to cope with what's happened to you. But one night while in an intoxicated state, you reveal your most hidden desires to the King himself...
Lucifer x f!sinner reader
Warnings: smut, 18+, reader first time, hand job, fingering, tail play, oral (m & f receiving), p in v
"That's it, I'm cuttin' you off for tonight," Husk said sternly, whisking away your unfinished glass of whiskey. You'd been at the bar for only an hour and you've already downed five full glasses.
"Noooo, Husk c'mon...I'm fffffiiiinnee," you babbled, trying to push your head from the countertop unsuccessfully.
It's been a few months since you arrived in Hell after an unfortunate accident that ended in your early demise. But being a devout believer, you were so sure that Heaven would be your final destination. How wrong you were. You woke up in the fiery pit confused and scared, your body had transformed into that of a demon; you had become something you had feared for your entire life. When you first heard about the Hazbin Hotel, you nearly jumped at the opportunity for redemption. If there was even the slightest hope of getting out of here, you were going to take it. But your situation was more than troublesome, considering how you led your life up on Earth. On most nights, you could easily be found sitting on a bar stool, trying desperately to drown your sorrows and distract yourself from the reality you'd found yourself in.
What's worse...not everyone here is evil. It was ingrained into you that everyone down here in Hell deserved to be, they had earned this punishment. But getting to know some of the other residents at the hotel, that couldn't have been further from the truth! Was everything you were taught just a complete lie?! For Heaven's sake, Charlie, the literal princess of Hell, was the sweetest and kindest being you've ever had the pleasure of meeting! And Vaggie, a former angel, so devout to Charlie and her dream, you've never seen two people more in love. Angel, although a bit eccentric and over the top, cared deeply for his friends and was ready to fight for them at a moment's notice. It was all...not what you expected, and you had a very difficult time coping with everything that you had been thrust into.
"You're shit faced," Husk snapped back. "Look, I know you're havin' a hard time with all this. But drinking away your issues ain't gonna solve any of 'em. You need to sleep this off." He watched you stumble off the bar stool, your one foot catching the other, resulting in a rather pitiful fall onto the carpet. But you couldn't feel anything, the alcohol helped mask the pain you were sure to feel tomorrow. You couldn't help but giggle at your own clumsiness. "Oh, for fuck's sake..." Husk grumbled.
Before you could even attempt to pull yourself off the ground, you saw a pair of black boots approaching you in a rather hurried manner.
"Woah!" the voice exclaimed, "Are you alright? Here, let me help you!" In no time, your limp body went from lying on the lobby floor to being hoisted up and helped back onto the bar stool you fell from. You turned your head to see Lucifer's concerned face staring back at you. "Husk, what happened?"
"She's drunk," the cat demon explained, "I told her she was done drinkin' for the night and she ate shit trying to stand up. I was about to help her back to her room-"
All of a sudden, a shadowy presence started to form behind the bar. A static filled laugh was heard before Alastor had popped up, startling the bar tender. "Husker, my good man!," the radio demon bellowed, "it seems as though I am in need of your assistance."
"Fuck! Why can't you just walk in here like a normal fucking person?" Husk grumbled.
Alastor only responded with a light chuckle before fixing his attention on you. "My, my, what have we here?" Alastor taunted. You could have sworn you heard a low growl coming from Lucifer beside you. "I say, my dear, I've never seen you look worse than you do now. What a pity, all of those teachings really didn't help you in the long run, now did they?"
You felt tears threatening to fall from your eyes at Alastor's cruel words. If you were sober, you would have run the other direction as fast as you could. Alastor had been the other real soul you met who you knew with every fiber of your being belonged in this pit. But considering you had no inhibitions and clearly no chance of getting away, you picked your head up and slammed your fists on the table in righteous anger.
"Ohhh, eat shit youuuu *hic* smiling prick!" You tried to stand up once more, only for your legs to buckle underneath you. Luckily, Lucifer had caught you before your face had met with the carpet again. "I-I don't deserve this! 'Least I'm TRYING to redeem m'self!"
Alastor's malicious grin never faltered. "Oh, and what a fabulous job you're doing! I do wonder how a woman such as yourself has fallen so far from grace."
"Fuck off, radio freak," Lucifer snarled, barring his teeth and his eyes shifting to a deep crimson red and yellow.
āOh, ho ho! Seems as though Iāve struck a nerve,ā Alastor mocked. He made his way around the bar, now towering over you and the fallen angel. āTell me, your highness, what is your fascination with this lost soul, hmm? Iām so utterly curious as to why you would give her the time of day when all she does is wallow in her self-pity and-ā
āI. SAID. FUCK. OFF.ā the king spat, his eyes now changing into a solid red and his voice deepening to match his threat. Though your vision was hazy, you noticed his horns had burst out from his temples. Whether it was the alcohol or something else entirely, your face suddenly felt very, very hot. āDonāt make me repeat myself again.ā
Despite the immense danger, Alastor could only muster a sly grin. āItās very rude to ignore my question.ā
āI donāt have to do anything for you! Or have you forgotten who youāre talking to?ā The way Lucifer spoke sent a shiver down your spine. āThe only reason that youāre not a mangled corpse on the ground right now is because of my daughter. So, if you want to stay in one piece, Iād walk away right now if I were youā¦ā
The two men's faces were just inches away from each other now. Alastorās eye twitched as he glared back at Lucifer with pure distain. His eyes shifted to you only for a brief moment before standing up straight and smirking to himself.
āI suppose it really is no business of mine as to how you choose to mingle with the guests here,ā the radio demon resolved. He turned around to walk away, but not before glancing at you once more over his shoulder. āTheyāre lost causes anyway. Come along, Husker!ā
Luciferās demonic traits disappeared as Alastor finally left the parlor. āI hate that man.ā He looked at Husk empathetically. āIf I could break your arrangement with him, I would. Iām sorry. But donāt worry, Iāll take care of her.ā With that, Husk nodded and followed the radio demon down the hall, leaving you and Lucifer alone at the now empty bar.
You started to bawl as you clung to Lucifer for support. Immediately, he rushed you over to the couch and sat you down next to him, letting you cry into the crook of his neck.
"Hey, hey, shh," Lucifer soothed. "It's alright. Alastor won't bother you anymore, I'll make sure of it."
"It's n-not him," you sniffled, "it's everything! Al-stor's right, there's no savin' me."
Lucifer pulled you away from him, placing a hand under your chin as he looked into your glassy eyes. "Now what makes you say that?"
Another tear rolled down your face. "Is like he said, what I was taught up there...nothing's true! Welllll, except..." you placed your hand over the one holding your face tenderly. "Theeeyyyyy did say that you, Luciferrrr, were heaven's prettiest angel. They def-liny didn't lie about that!"
You noticed a small blush creep across Lucifer's face at your words. He pulled his and away from your face to clear his throat, glancing away from you. "T-Thank you. That's umm, very kind of you."
You chuckled to yourself, scootching your body closer him. "Do you mind if I *hic*, lay down, jus' for a sec. Gettin' sleepy.
"Yeah, of course!" Lucifer smiled, but only for a moment. "W-Wait, hold on!"
But by the time he tried to warn you, your head had already fallen into his lap. You smiled up at the flustered man and chuckled, the heat returning to your face once more. "You got soft legs, hehe!"
Lucifer inhaled sharply. "Husk was right, you really are drunk. Wouldn't you feel more comfortable laying your head on a pillow?"
"Nnnnope!" you replied.
"Alright then," the king breathed and massaged the back of his neck, doing his best to hide how tense he'd become from your sudden closeness.
"H-Hey," you called up to him, "why'd youuu...why'd you protect me jus' now? From Al-stor. You *hic* didn't have to..."
He looked down at you softly, brushing away the hair that had fallen in your face. "I don't like bullies. You didn't deserve that, and Alastor knows that for his sake that he shouldn't get on my bad side."
"Never seen you so mad." you mumbled.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," he apologized, continuing to play with you hair. "I don't like bringing out that side of me. But Alastor really likes to push his luck for some bizarre reason."
"Awww," you pouted, "is too bad. I liked seeing that side of ya. It was HOT!"
Lucifer stopped his movements completely. āI-Iām sorry?ā
āYou heard me,ā you responded poking at his chest. āWhat? Did ya think jusā cuz I was a believer when I was alive that Iād be SCARED of ya? Maybe at first. Not anymore! Iām already in Hell soooo thereās no point in hidinā it, is there?ā
āHiding what, exactly?ā Lucifer gulped as if he was almost too afraid to ask.
You giggles and hid your face with your hands. āNoooo, youāre jusā gonna laugh at meeee!ā
Lucifer let out an amused hum. He gently took ahold of your wrists and lowered your hands away from your now completely beet-colored face. āI promise I wonāt laugh at you, my dear. Youāve very much piqued my curiosity! And Iām very good at keeping secrets, you know! So please, let me keep yours.ā He let go of your wrists, letting your hands fall onto your chest. You watched as he leaned closer to you, his half-lidded eyes piercing your very soul. āWonāt you tell me, my sweet angel?ā
"I...*hic* I umm..." you babbled. It was clear that you were struggling to answer.
"Mind if I take a guess?" Lucifer offered as he went back to playing with your loose locks of hair. "Is it possible that you have a little crush on-"
"I WAN' YOU TO FUCK ME STUPID TILL I CAN'T 'MEMBER MY NAME!" you blurted out without any reservations.
"-me..." Lucifer froze at your confession. You could hear the sound of a pin drop with the deafening silence that now filled the air. With a big inhale, he straightened his back fully, placing both of his hands under you in a flash, not daring to look down at you. "Well, I-I think it's about time we got you to bed!" he nearly shouted as he scooped you up in his arms and stood up faster than normal.
You let out a small squeak of surprise with his sudden motion. With a snap of his fingers, a portal appeared next to you and he quickly carried you across the threshold and into your dimly lit room. With a flick of his wrist, your bedsheets were undone and Lucifer was able to lay you down gently onto your mattress. He reached over you to grab your undone comforter and pulled it on top of you, covering everything but your head.
"Okay! Uhh, s-sleep well!" Lucifer went to run through the portal, but not before you were able to grab his sleeve.
"D-Did I upset you?" you asked nearly on the verge of tears again? Lucifer still hadn't looked at you.
"N-No! No, angel, you didn't upset me!" he tried to sooth you, but you weren't buying it. You couldn't stop more tears running down your face. When Lucifer heard your quiet cries, he finally turned towards you in a state of sheer panic. "Ahh, no!" He kneeled down next to you, wiping your tears away with his free hand. "Please don't cry! I promise I'm not upset!"
"Knew it was stupid...," you sobbed, "shouldn't have told you..."
"Don't say that," the fallen angel cooed. "Okay, okay, look...If uhh, we're admitting things right now, I might as well too. Would that make you feel better?"
You sniffled a bit. "M-Maybe..."
Lucifer shut his eyes and let out a deep sigh. "I've had...similar feelings...about you, that is. So...no more tears, okay?"
You stared at the man before you, completely and utterly baffled by what you had just heard. "R-Really?"
"Yes," he whispered. "But we can talk about this tomorrow, yeah? You need some sleep; it looks like you're about to pass out."
He was right. Your eyelids felt as though they could give out at any moment, and the warmth from your blanket wasn't helping you stay conscious either. As Lucifer stood up, you still clung to his sleeve like your life depended on it. "Stay?" you almost begged.
He smiled weakly, taking your hand from his sleeve, and placing a small peck on the back of it. "Not tonight," he responded. "Sleep now, darling. I'll see you when you wake." You couldn't find the strength to respond, letting yourself drift off to sleep as Lucifer left you to dream.
Little did you know that he had disappeared to take a very cold shower.
****
When you regained consciousness, you felt the familiar pounding in your head after a heavy night of drinking. Begrudgingly you dragged yourself out of you bed and forced your way to your bathroom for a much needed shower. You realized when you glanced towards the mirror that you never changed out of your clothes from yesterday. In fact, you don't even remember how you got back to your room last night, Everything was such a blur, and it hurt to think with the major headache you were experiencing at the moment. The last thing you could recall was falling off the bar stool, the pain you felt in your shoulder was enough of a reminder. Once you stepped in the hot shower, you felt a little better, but only a little bit. You tried to rack your brain for answers, trying to remember exactly what happened after you fell. You ran your fingers through your hair, letting the water soak your aching body. But in doing so, something had clicked. That motion had unlocked a foggy memory. Your hair. Someone had run their hands through your hair last night, but you couldn't for the life of you remember who. It was gentle, soft, tender. But who would do that?
After a few minutes, you stepped out of the shower and threw on one of the sundresses you had hanging in your closet. You really didn't feel like putting a ton of effort into your clothing choices today. Hopefully Charlie would forgive you for skipping out on her planned activity today and let you recover. You realized after that initially thought that you didn't even know what time is was. Chances were you had already missed it. With a groan, you plopped down back onto the mattress, your hair still damp.
"What's the matter with me," you asked yourself. "How do I expect to be redeemed when all I do is sabotage my chances by getting wasted every night?" Your headache persisted as you laid in your bed, you almost wanted to cry from the pain. But then, you heard a soft knocking at your door. Charlie, you thought. More than likely she was checking in on you to make sure you were alright. "I'll be there in a second!" you called out. The volume of your own voice didn't help your hangover in the slightest. You grabbed one of the small pillows off your bed for comfort and trudged your way to your door. "I'm really sorry I slept in Charlie," you spoke as you turned the door handle, "it was a...really rough night for me and I-" you stopped completely once you opened the door fully. Charlie, in fact, was not the one who had knocked.
"Yeah, you really did get put through the ringer last night, didn't you?" Lucifer smiled at you. The pillow you held fell to the floor with a soft thud.
āOh, I-Iām so sorry, sir!ā You stuttered. āI-I thought you were Charlie! Did-Did she send you?ā
Lucifer looked at you with a puzzled stare. āUhh, no, no she didnāt. I told her what happened last night and let her know Iād check in on you like I promised.ā
āPromised?ā you asked, but Lucifer didnāt seem to hear you.
āAnd you donāt have to refer to me as āsir,ā my dear, āLuciferā is just fine! I mean, you used my name just fine last night!ā
Your heart stopped. āL-Last night? Oh noā¦whatā¦what happened last night?ā
Lucifer gawked at your question. āWait, do you not remember anything?ā You shook your head timidly. āOh dearā¦well, nothing bad happened, I promise! Whatās the last thing you can remember doing?ā
You looked down at the floor sheepishly, embarrassed to admit the real answer. āThe last thing I can remember is falling off the bar stool andā¦landing on my faceā¦ā
Lucifer stood there and pondered for a few seconds before speaking again. āDo you mind if I come in?ā
āOh, umm, yeah, y-you can come in,ā you agreed. You picked up the pillow you had dropped and opened the door for Lucifer to saunter in. āIām sorry I look like a mess right now, I-I just got out of the shower and my hair isnāt completely dry yet and-ā
āHey, hey, itās alright!ā Lucifer interrupted. āYou donāt need to apologize. You look lovely, in any case.ā
You brought the pillow in your hands up to your face in an attempt to hide your blush. āT-Thank you,ā your muffled voice came through the pillow. "I-If you want, you can sit down on my b-ahh fuck!" One hand came up to your forehead when you felt your head pounding from the pressure that's been building since you woke up. This was definitely one of your worst hangovers to date.
"Oh! Are you alright?" Lucifer asked, his voice laced with deep concern.
"My head..." you choked out. You made your way over to your bed, crawling up to the top and cradling the pillow in your arms "Hangovers are never really kind to me."
Lucifer frowned, seating himself down on the edge of your mattress next to you. You felt your face flare up again when you looked up at his worried expression. "Can I help you? I can alleviate the pain. You only need ask."
"Y-you can?"
"Sure! Angelic power and all that." His hand hovered just above your forehead. "May I?"
"Yes," you breathed. With that, you felt his soft hand make contact with your aching head. You felt a warm tingling sensation emanating from his touch. It didn't hurt nor was it unpleasant, it was healing. Without thinking, you leaned further into his touch, letting the warmth spread throughout your entire body. Your headache slowly began to fade away along with the fogginess that had been plaguing you since you woke up. As his touch lingered, you realized you were able to think more clearly than before, memories from last night started to become clearer and clearer. You remembered Lucifer had come to your rescue after you'd fallen. You remembered Alastor had shown up to mock you in your drunken stupor, only for Lucifer to step in and defend you. You remember sobbing with Lucifer while he comforted you. Then you remembered...
You shot straight up, your heart racing a million miles a second, with Lucifer throwing his hand back in surprise. "What? What happened? Did I hurt you?" Lucifer asked in a panic.
"I'm..." you began, "I'm starting to remember things from last night." You clutched the pillow tight to your chest, refusing to look in the fallen angel's direction. "Please tell me I didn't actually lay down in your lap..."
"Uhh, well...," You could tell from his response that that's exactly what had happened.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" you apologized. "I shouldn't have done that! I-I know I drank way too much last night, I should have stopped, I didn't realize that-"
Lucifer's hand immediately flew to your shoulder in an attempt to get you to stop you from completely spiraling. "Darling, you don't need to apologize for that! You weren't feeling great so you just, ya know, used me as a pillow. And besides, it's not like I disliked it either."
"W-What?!" you nearly shrieked. Another realization had hit you just then. "You! You were the one that was playing with my hair! That's the only thing I could remember when I woke up!" You buried your face in the pillow once more. "If I said anything embarrassing..."
You heard Lucifer swallow hard. "I guess uhh, it depends on your definition of the word."
"Oh God, please no..." you pleaded. "What did I say?"
Lucifer held up his hand again as an offering, a weary smile on his face. "I can help you to remember, if you wish."
You let out a shaky breath but nodded in agreement. Lucifer's hand once again found its way to your forehead, a familiar warmth flowing through you once more. You closed your eyes and saw the images from last night flash before you. You saw yourself looking up at Lucifer who'd just asked you to tell him your little secret. But as soon as you remembered the drunken words that flew from your mouth at that moment, your eyes shot open and you flung yourself to the opposite side of the bed, as far away from Lucifer as possible.
"No. No! Nononononono!" you panicked, "I didn't-I mean I couldn't have, I...NO!" You couldn't stop yourself from crying into the pillow, ashamed and embarrassed at the thought of your past actions. "This is a nightmare..."
You felt the bed shifting beneath you as Lucifer crawled toward you hesitantly. "I'm sorry," he murmured behind you, "I know you must be feeling a lot of different emotions right now, but it's alr-"
"NO, IT'S NOT ALRIGHT!" You snapped, jumping from the bed in an attempt to put as much distance between you and him as possible. Your rage was quickly replaced with remorse when you saw Lucifer's shocked, almost hurt expression. You took a deep breath before speaking again. "I didn't mean you scream at you like that, I'm sorry...but you don't understand..."
"Then help me understand," Lucifer asked, now kneeling on the bed. "Please?"
You looked away from him and down to the ground, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest at the thought of explaining yourself to the literal king of Hell. "I...I grew up in church. I was raised as a believer. Told to be a āgood girl." I was taught my entire life that Hell was a place to be feared, a place where the most evil of people end up. And I would be wise to fear it as well and repent so I would not end up there...uhh, here. That clearly didn't help me now, did it?" You let yourself drop to the bed again, letting your legs dangle over the sides. "My entire worldview just seemed to crumble around me when I started staying here at the hotel. Sure, there are some awful people here, but...it feels as though this "divine judgement" is...just completely fucked up! The guests here are better people than most believers I knew when I was alive! How is that right? How is that fair?!"
"Well," Lucifer interjected, "I can tell you first hand that Heaven is definitely not what it seems. I mean, have you seen the things they've said about me in that book of theirs?" he laughed, trying his best to lighten the mood.
You twisted your head over your shoulder, staring back at him with complete intensity. "And you!" You shot back up on your feet in an instant, pacing back and forth as Lucifer watched you completely mesmerized. "Where do I even start with you? You're Lucifer, the devil himself, the great deceiver, and temptation incarnate! Everything I was ever told about you is bullshit! You've been nothing but hospitable ever since I've been here! You protected me from Alastor last night! You took care of me while I was drunk! You didn't have to do any of those things, you shouldn't have done any of those things! You're not evil and it's...it's driving me to the brink! When Charlie had told me that you were her father, I was PETRIFIED! But nothing could have prepared me for finding out who you really were."
Lucifer slowly crawled towards you, climbing off the bed and now standing before you, perhaps just a tad too close for your comfort. "And who am I?" he asked softly.
Instinctively, your body drew itself closer and closer to his, as if you had no control of your movements anymore. "You're...an angel," you sighed.
Lucifer smiled at you, timidly resting his hand on your forehead. "Would you like to remember the rest of last night?"
"I already embarrassed myself enough to the point of no return so I might as well," you huffed shyly.
Lucifer chuckled, "Don't worry, the worst is over. But at least now you'll get to remember my favorite part."
The last of your aches in your body finally subsided as you let the rest of your previously forgotten memories flood your mind. It made sense that Lucifer would have been the one to bring you back to your room. Seeing yourself cry was not surprising to you, but what was surprising was Lucifer's admittance of reciprocated desires. You opened your eyes at last to the angel's sheepish grin. You took a half step away from him, your face feeling like the core of a raging volcano.
"You...you really..." was all you could muster.
"I'm not above embarrassing myself either, my dear," he joked, "I'd say we're even now."
"T-That's not even remotely close to being even!" you babbled.
Lucifer grinned and closed the gap between the two of you, taking one of your hands in his. "Regardless," he mused, "I meant what I said. Every word. And if you'd like to discuss this further, I'd be more than happy to listen." He pressed a small peck to the back of your hand just as he did last night. Even though your hangover had completely vanished, the brain fog had come back in full force. Maybe Lucifer was truly temptation incarnate.
"I-I can't believe this," you stutter, pulling your hand away from his and throwing yourself back onto your bed and covering your reddened face with your hands. "This has to be a dream, there's no way this is real! I'm sure I'm still passed out drunk right now! You're not supposed to be this way! You're supposed to be cruel and wicked and manipulative! Not..."
"Suave and oh so devilishly handsome?" Lucifer smirked.
"You're not helping!" You felt the mattress fold further under Lucifer's weight as he sat down next to you. "So...w-what happens now?"
"I mean, I can think of a few things," he answered smugly. "But in all seriousness, nothing will happen. Not unless you say otherwise."
"See, it's stuff like that!" you shouted, suddenly sitting up right. "Being respectful and considerate, constantly making sure I'm comfortable? That's not who you're supposed to be! I've just been fucking lied to my whole life and I'm PISSED and I'm finding it extremely difficult to not just...just...oh FUCK IT!"
Without warning, you grabbed Lucifer by the collar and crashed your lips into his. He let out a surprised yelp, but you had quickly swallowed it as his shock turned into pure bliss. His hands quickly found your face, cupping them and massaging your red-hot cheeks with his thumbs. Your annoyance had faded almost immediately, your fierce kiss had turned soft and passionate with his tender touch. You were the first to pull away, only to be met with Lucifer's pleading gaze.
"S-So much for being a good girl," Lucifer teased.
You pushed his face away gently. "I hate you!"
"That kiss suggested otherwise, darling."
"You should stop talking," you threatened.
"You should make me," he challenged.
In an instant, you were straddling Luciferās lap, your legs flush against his. You gripped the brim of his hat and tossed it to the floor below. You leaned in for another kiss, but this one was hungrier, needier. His lips were soft and you had already become addicted to his taste. You felt his jagged tongue brush against your bottom lip, and you pulled back in shock.
āIs your tongueā¦ā Lucifer flashed a cheeky smile and stuck out his tongue playfully. Sure enough, a forked snake tongue hung between his lips. āO-Oh, okayā¦ā You werenāt sure how you never noticed before right now, but your lack of observation skills were the furthest thing from your mind right now. You closed your eyes and leaned in again, your mouth slightly ajar, basically begging for him to invade your mouth. To which Lucifer happily obliged. You felt his tongue slip past your teeth, entangling itself with yours. His hands had shifted down to your hips, kneading and lightly squeezing at your skin underneath your dress. The feeling of his claws pressing into you sent a shiver down your spine. More, more, more was the only thing you could think at the moment. But just as you got used to the feeling of his lips, Lucifer was the one to pull away this time. A tiny whimper escaped you.
āDonāt worry, angel,ā Lucifer cooed, āwe have time. All the time in the world, in fact. I just want to make sure youāre alright. Do you want to keep going?ā
The passion you felt was quickly replaced with fear. It hadnāt occurred to you that you had neglected to mention a pretty crucial piece of information. āYes, I-I do, but ummā¦I should tell youā¦ā
āYes?ā
āIā¦havenāt exactlyā¦ā you gulped trying to find the right words. āI havenāt been with anyone beforeā¦ā
āNo!ā You cut him off. āL-Look, when itās been drilled into your head since you were a child that premarital sex is going to send you to Hell, youāre going to avoid it!ā
Lucifer let out a deep sigh, then chuckled to himself. āOkay, I have to admit something. That whole āsex before marriage is a sinā thing miiiiigggghhhhttt be my fault.ā You raised an eyebrow. āThey never got over the fact that I more or less stole Adamās first wife. Of course we werenāt married at that point! Heavenās been petty ever since.ā
You rolled your eyes playfully. āOh, so itās YOUR fault that Iām a virgin! Good to know.ā
āForgive me.ā Lucifer allowed himself to lay flat on his back, with you following close behind. He raised his head and brought his lips to your ear. āBut at your word, Iād be more than happy to rectify this injustice,ā he whispered softly.
Goosebumps covered both of your arms at his words. You knew your face must have turned a new shade of red the way Lucifer smirked at you. You lowered yourself on his crotch out of spite and began to grind your hips lethargically. It was your turn to embarrass him. His breath caught in his throat from your motions, you could already feel that your lewd actions were having an effect on the man beneath you. The growing bulge in his pants that you felt on your own clothed heat had you salivating.
"You know, I-I'm not a complete novice," you admitted, your hands now making your way down his jacket, undoing every button with care. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve."
Lucifer pushed you back upright, now straddling his lap once more, and slipped himself out of his undone shirt. Aa you gripped his bare It took everything in your power not to stare at his perfectly toned chest. "And what "tricks"-hnggā¦would those be?"
You placed a chaste kiss to his lips before sliding off of his lap and kneeling on the floor in front of him. Lucifer's breath hitched instantly at the sight before him. You rested your palms on his inner thighs, your rapid breathing betraying your faux collected exterior. "I figured since I couldn't break the rules, I could at least bend them."
Lucifer firmly gripped the sheets beneath him as he watched your thumbs trace circles near his crotch. "Already on your knees for me, sweetheart?ā he teased, running a hand from the top of your head, relishing in the softness of your hair, and down to the tip of your chin. āI didnāt know my powers of temptation would work so well on someone as devout as you.ā You failed to hide the whimper that escaped your throat. āIām sorry, I know Iām teasing you too much. Iāll stop if-ā
āN-No, donāt stopā¦ā you responded almost inaudibly.
A sultry laugh emanated from the man above you. āOh, is that so?ā You nodded. āUse your words, love.ā
You shivered. āPleaseā¦ remind me of my placeā¦sirā¦ā
He tilted your head up towards him, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips. āWhatever you wish, my angel. You let me know if I go too far, okay?ā
āYes, I will.ā
āGood girl,ā he murmured. āNow, I believe you wanted to show me something?ā
You took a deep breath before reaching out for the zipper and button of his pants. You made slow work of them, trying to be as delicate as possible. You grabbed both the hems of his pants and boxers, Lucifer raising himself up so you could more easily shimmy the remainder of his clothing off. His hardened cock sprang free, your face boiling from seeing the very obvious precum that had already begun leaking from the tip. After tossing away his pants, gripped Luciferā s hips and brought him as close to the edge of the bed as possible, your lips now mere inches away from his impressive length. You swallowed harshly. Breathing became an increasingly difficult task. With tentative hands, you reached out and lightly gripped the base of Lucifer's cock, his low moan sent pleasure straight between your thighs. There was no going back now.
"Go ahead, my dear," Lucifer encouraged, "show me how sinful those hands of yours are."
Without any further prodding, your hand move languidly up and down his cock, the precum providing enough lubrication for smooth strokes. Lucifer groaned above you, his sounds were everything you'd imagined and more. Your strokes became faster, needing to hear more of Lucifer coming undone from your touch alone. But even touching him wasn't enough to satisfy your desires. Your hot breath so close to his most sensitive area had Lucifer shuttering. And even more so when you decided to run your tongue from the base of his cock to the very tip. You'd finally gotten your first taste of him, and that sent you into a complete frenzy. Your tongue worked circles around the head of his length and you could hear Lucifer's guttural moans turn into whimpers of pure ecstasy.
"F-Fuck," Lucifer managed to choke out as he watched you bob your head and down, taking as much of him as you could manage. "You-mnmm...s-sure seem to know what you're doing. S-Shhiiittt...I-I'm starting to think you-GA-AAHH...you really do b-belong down here." Lucifer's composure was fading fast even though he continued his taunting. His words lit a fire within in, increasing your movements to an unrelenting pace. "O-OH FFFFUU-UUCCCKK," he screeched, his hand now tightening around your hair for an assemblance of stability. His overstimulated cock twitched in your mouth; you knew he was close. "Y-You're gonna make me c-cum if you keep doing thaa-ahhhht...but t-that's what you want, isn't it? You wanna taste m-my cum, sweet girl?"
"M-Mhmm," you hummed blissfully, your mouth and hand working in tandem to bring him over the edge.
"Then d-don't stop," he commanded.
You did exactly as he said, not slowing down for even a second. The thought of kneeling before the outcasted being that you were meant to despise with every inch of your soul drove you mad. Now here you were, unraveling him with your hands and mouth alone. Lucifer was using all of his willpower to not thrust his hips into you and completely fuck your mouth. That would have to wait for another time. But once your other hand started to gently massage his balls, it was over. "Fuck fuck fuck FUCKFUCKFUCK-CUMMING," he cried out before finally emptying himself inside your mouth. You couldn't move away even if you wanted to the way he way holding your head in place. But you were perfectly content swallowing every drop of his hot cum. When the twitching stopped, he had released his grip on you, allowing you to pull away from him and gulp down the last of his seed. You looked up at him with a nervous smile, your hands now resting on his knees.
"H-How'd I do?" you laughed sheepishly. But your laugh faded once you saw the change in Lucifer's appearance. His eyes were no longer his normal soft yellow, but a deep crimson red.
"Oh, my sweet little angel," his voice dripping with desire, "you were nothing short of absolute perfection. How absolutely filthy you are for swallowing all of my cum. I love it!" He offered his hand to you, helping you off of the ground. He stood with you, pulling at the bottom of your dress. "But I'm far from being done with you." With a soft "yes", your dress was dragged over your head and tossed to the side in one swift motion, leaving you nothing but your matching black bra and panties. Lucifer stood there drinking in your form, his outstretched tongue swishing from side to side. "Gorgeous," he hummed against your skin before bringing his hot mouth to your neck. You squeaked at the sensation, but your surprise rapidly shifted to wanton moans. His sharp teeth and forked tongue raked across your pulse, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body. "I'll make sure everyone knows you're mine now..." he pulled away and looked up at you pleadingly, "that is, if you'll have me."
You smiled, tears now pricking the corner or your eyes. "I'm already yours."
Lucifer's breath had caught in his throat as he captured your lips, your mouth being invaded by his eager tongue. He hoisted you up by your hips, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as you hooked your arms around his neck to pull him even closer than before. He laid you down on the bed sweetly, now crawling his way up towards you. Lucifer's body now completely enveloped yours. The angel's disheveled hair and the sweat dripping from his forehead was truly a breathtaking sight. His captivating red eyes felt as though they were piercing your very soul, searching for every hidden desire you had locked away. Lucifer licked his lips seductively. "If my memory serves, I recall a certain someone telling me that they found my unholier side...oh, what was the word..." Lucifer feigned forgetfulness as his horns appeared from his skull, "Ahh, yes, I remember now. "Hot." Isn't that right, darling?"
Your face flushed furiously. You mentally cursed your drunken self as you looked up at Lucifer's smug expression. His demonic features made you quiver with anticipation. You've all but sold your soul to the devil himself and you were more than willing to give him everything he wanted. His red claws made quick work of your bra, unclasping it with ease and throwing it across the room. The urge to cover yourself was overwhelming, but it was like Lucifer could read your every thought. He held both of your wrists and placed them above your head, holding them there with just one hand while the other made its way towards your chest.
āBe a good girl and keep your hands there for me,ā he ordered.
You nodded obediently. You clung onto the pillows above you as Lucifer let go of your wrists, placing both of his hands on your supple breasts, mewling from the stimulation. Lucifer pinched your nipples, rubbing them gently between his clawed fingers. The sharp ends of his claws poked at your skin while he continued his ministrations. Your meek whimpers turned into moans.
āL-Lucifer, pleaseā¦ā you begged. āI-I need-GAHā¦ā
āI adore the way you say my name, love,ā he praised. āSay it again.ā
āLuciferrrā¦ā you whined.
He rewarded you with a kiss. āWhat a pretty voice you have, all desperate and needy for me. So willing to submitā¦ā
He let his mouth fall on one of your nipples, lapping and sucking the sensitive bud while kneading at your other breast. Your nails dug into the pillows, fighting every urge to reach out and touch him. But you couldnāt stand it, obedience truly had its disadvantages.
āPlease Lucifer, l-let me touch you,ā the request fell from your lips in a desperate plea. āLet me hold youā¦ā
āHmmm,ā his lips reverberated against you. āPatience, love, patience.ā Luciferās demonic tail appeared suddenly behind him, swaying back and forth. You watched as it lowered itself close to the hem of your panties. Slowly, it inched its way underneath and found itself between your slick folds. You couldnāt hold back a gasp once you realized what Lucifer had planned. āAllow me to try something first.ā After giving him the "okay", you felt him flick his tail against your clit, causing you to arch your back, moaning unashamedly in the process. It was circling your swollen nub slowly at first, but quickly built up to a relentless pace. Your body shook uncontrollably as his tail abused your clit. āThe way your body reacts to me is such a wonderful sight to behold, sweetheart. Look at you, so easily corrupted.ā
It wasnāt long before you cried out in absolute pleasure. You could feel that coil in your stomach ready to snap. You'd barely been touched and you were helpless to fight against your impending release. āF-Fuu-aaahhhh Lu-Lucifer! I-I canāt-HHAAAA-gonna c-cumā¦g-gonna-FFFUCK!ā Lucifer ignored your cries, only focusing on your breasts as you writhed under his touch. You screamed as your sudden orgasm hit you like a freight train, your walls clenching around nothing.
With a low chuckle, Lucifer removed his tail from your drenched slit, admiring your complete fucked out face. "You did so well," he praised, "I promise I'll get you some new panties soon, it wasn't very nice of me to let you ruin yours." You turned your face away from his to hide your embarrassment, only for Lucifer to give you a small peck on your very reddened cheek. "You can move your arms now, darling." At his word, you released the death grip you had on the pillows behind you and pulled Lucifer in for another deep kiss. You felt his lips curl into a smile against yours. "Would you like to keep going?"
"Yes."
"Hehe, so eager," he said poking your nose, "it's adorable. I think it's only fair that I get to have my fill of you now, don't you think?"
Your pupils dilated. "O-Oh, you mean..."
"Is something wrong?" he asked nervously.
"No! No, nothing's wrong," you reassured him, "it's just that...no one's ever offered to uhh, do that for me."
A mix of annoyance and confusion flashed across his face. "Wait, what?!" He sat up straight, resting his full weight on your stomach. "So, let me see if I'm understanding this correctly. You've gone down on men before but not one of them ever offered to return the favor?" You shook your head nervously. A fearsome growl erupted from Lucifer's throat and his eyes had turned a glowing red for just a moment; you couldn't help but shiver. "I'm sorry, but that's inexcusable! Hell isn't enough of a punishment for men like that. To only take and never give back." Lucifer made his way off of you and helped you sit upright against the pillows. "Please allow me to make up for their sins."
"O-Okay," you responded weakly, "only if you want to. I never want you to feel like you have to do anything for me."
He leaned into you for a tender kiss. "Darling, I want nothing more than to ravish you in every way possible; you deserve that and much, much more." You couldn't help but blush at his flattering words. "Lift your legs for me?" You did as he asked, allowing him to tug at the hem of your panties. You held your breath as you watched him drag them down the length of your legs and toss them away carelessly. You closed your legs instinctively, though you realized it was a little bit too late to try and hide yourself from him at this point. Lucifer only smiled and positioned himself in front of you, resting his hands on your knees. "It's alright, take your time," he soothed.
You nodded and let out the breath you had been holding. Lethargically, you began to part your legs for him, letting him finally drink in the sight of your soaked entrance. You noticed him gulp in response and couldn't hide the small smirk on your face. "Like what you see?"
Lucifer licked his lips mindlessly, staring at you like you were a meal to be devoured. "You have no idea," he answered, never taking his eyes away from of your glistening pussy. He laid himself down on his stomach, trailing soft kisses on either side of your inner thighs, leaving nothing but tender bite marks and hickies in his wake. With each passing second you became more and more restless, wanting nothing more than this torment to end. But Lucifer was savoring every bit of you and your heart couldn't help but feel full. At last, you felt his hot breath against your pussy, your body tensed at the sensation.
"Lucifer..." you whispered.
He placed one final kiss to your thigh. "For as long as I live, I'll never tire of hearing you say my name," he spoke sweetly, "Relax for me as much as you can now, love. And if you need to, you can grab my horns. They're there to help you."
"W-Why would I need to gra-AAAHHH" you tried to ask but were cut short after feeling Lucifer take a long, languid lick up your folds. It was something you'd never felt before, but you knew you needed more of it, and you needed it now. Luckily for you, the fallen angel between your thighs was more than happy to provide. His lips were pressed firmly against your aching cunt while his tongue quickly found your clit. The noises you were making were unholy but you couldn't imagine a more heavenly feeling. He moaned against you desperately, as if your essence was his life source. Without warning, Lucifer tossed your legs over his shoulders to give him better access to his prize. In your haze, you remembered his suggestion and took ahold of his demonic horns, doing your best to keep yourself grounded.
"God damn it," Lucifer snarled, "To think no one has done this for you, f-fuck, what complete and utter fools they were. I've never tasted something so divine." You felt his claws dig into your skin as he forced his tongue deeper into you, drawing out the dirtiest sounds you didn't know you could make.
"F-Feels so g-good," you babbled, your hands tightening around his horns. "P-Please don't stop, I-I..."
One of Lucifer's arms unhooked itself from your leg, his fingers now prodding at your slick. His tongue never stopped circling your clit as you felt a single finger slip inside you with ease. You whimpered from the sudden intrusion. "C'mon baby, need you to cum f'me." Another finger quickly entered you, two of them now thrusting in and out of you. "Let me taste you, all of you." Lucifer's tail swished behind him as he focused on coaxing another orgasm out of you. His tongue and fingers worked together to bring you closer and closer to the edge once more. His fingers curled inside you, your back arching as he hit your most sensitive spot with each motion. "I can feel you clenching...you're so close..."
And he was right. That same coil in your lower stomach was as tight as it could be, the knot threatening to unravel at any moment. "Lucif-fer, I-I'm gonna...fuckfuckfuck-GAAAHHH!" With little warning, your second orgasm hit hard, your walls now pulsating around Lucifer's fingers which refused to stop moving. You felt yourself empty onto his face, your cries filling the room, your hands stinging from how tightly you held onto his horns. As Lucifer helped work you down from your high, you couldn't help but notice the loud slurping sound that came from beneath you. He was lapping your cunt like a man starved. After another moment or two, Lucifer gazed up at you adoringly, his mouth completely drenched in your juices. Your hands flew to your face out of pure embarrassment. How could someone look so happy after basically being assaulted by your orgasm. "Y-You can't just look at me like that after you just did what you did!" you berated him.
"Look at you like what?" he teased, crawling on all fours and closing the gap between you. He gently pulled your hands away from your burning face and gave you the toothiest grin you'd ever seen from him. "Look at you like I'm the luckiest man in existence, you mean?" Lucifer kissed you once more, and you could taste the faintest hint of yourself on his lips. "And by the way, I'm absolutely addicted to your taste now, my angel. I hope you don't mind if I indulge myself every single day from now on. With your permission, of course."
You could only smile at him, caressing his face in your hands and locking your lips together once more. "Who would've thought the devil himself would be this perfect? I'm starting to believe that you may have fully corrupted me, my king."
The way his title rolled off your tongue made Lucifer shudder. "Not quite yet," he corrected. He laid you down gently as he trailed kisses down your neck and collarbone, stopping periodically to nip and suck as many parts of your exposed skin as he could. He then laid his full weight on top of you, and you could feel his hardened cock resting on your stomach. Your mouth ran dry, but you never needed something as much as you needed this. Needed him. To fully claim you and make you his. "Is this what you want?" Lucifer asked. "Because if you're not ready, we can stop right now. I won't be upset if that's what you decide."
You shook your head assuredly. "I'm ready, Lucifer. Even though I may not ever make it into Heaven after this, I'm not sure I want to anymore if it meant I'd have to leave you behind." You could tell by Lucifer's sudden change in expression that the thought of losing you if you were to be redeemed had never crossed his mind. His face fell at the realization, but you reassured him with a quick peck to his forehead. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. And we can worry about the details later. But right now..." you ground your hips up into him, forcing a low moan out of your lover, "...I need you...pleaseā¦"
"Oh, you're just a little devil, aren't you?ā Lucifer chuckled darkly. He then pushed himself off you, settling himself between your legs. The head of his cock teased your entrance, and you gulped in anticipation. "Are you ready?ā
"Y-Yes," you murmured. Your body instinctively bucked up in attempt to create more friction that you so desperately craved. Lucifer pressed your hips down firmly into the mattress to keep you from squirming. You whimpered in protest.
āAh ah ah, all in good time,ā Lucifer cooed. āItās your first time, love, I donāt want to see you in any pain. Stay perfectly still for me, alright?ā After what felt like an eternity, Lucifer at last pushed the tip of his cock into you. Your knuckles turned a solid white from the way you gripped the bed sheets beneath you. The pressure you felt was unlike anything else. āA-Are you still okay?ā Lucifer asked.
āM-More, please Lucifer, I-I needā¦ā you choked out. He was only an inch deep inside of you and the only thing on your mind was the carnal desire of having him fully sheathed inside of you.
āMy pretty girl,ā he whispered above you. Inch by inch, his hips pushed forward, stretching you out beyond what you thought was possible. Once he was finally fully inside of you, you and him moaned in unison. The complete fullness you were experiencing was something you needed to be engrained into your memory forever. He didnāt move for a minute or so, letting your body get used to his above average length. He didnāt want to break you. At least, not tonight. "S-So tight, f-fuck..." Lucifer's entire body quivered as his enormous angelic wings magically sprung from his back. You stared up at him in awe, taking in the heavenly sight above you. Your eyes followed from the base of his wings to the very tip. Lucifer noticed your gawking and laughed lightly. "My eyes are over here, darling."
You blushed incredibly hard. "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to stare. It's just...they're beautiful. Can I...? You didn't need to finish your question as Lucifer dropped his wings down, allowing you to reach up and feel them for the first time. You ran your hand down each set, your fingers combing through his scarlet feather. They twitched under your gentle touch. "Are they sensitive?"
"V-Very much," Lucifer breathed. "We can experiment another time, though."
"A-Another time?"
Lucifer looked down you puzzled. "I hope you didn't think this would only be a one time thing. That's not who I am, despite anything you may have heard. When I said I wanted everyone to know you were mine, I didn't mean just for tonight."
Your eyes began to water from his declaration. "You mean..."
Lucifer leaned down and kissed the tears that had began to fall down your cheek. "Yes, I do. I'm yours, if that's what you desire."
You smiled weakly, holding back a sob. "Yes, it is." You brought your hands up, cupping his face and kissing his trembling lips tenderly. Your kiss caused Lucifer to twitch inside of you, quickly reminding you of the pressure between your legs. "Y-You can move now, Lucifer...please..."
With a deep exhale, Lucifer pulled out of you slowly, only to snap his hips back with no hesitation. He repeated this motion, slowly at first, coaxing as many sound out of you as he could. Your cries of pleasure were intoxicating, pulling him deeper and deeper into a state of pure bliss. His hips rutted into you at a steady pace as he continued to hit your G-spot effortlessly with each thrust.
"You're d-doing so well, love," he growled animalistically, "t-taking me so well. You f-feel so good. Too good...Take it all f'me, want you to feel all of m-me. Look how g-good you are, taking the Devil's cock like this."
"L-Lucifer," you mewled. You couldn't form a coherent thought anymore, all you could manage to say was his name. "Lucifer, f-fuuu-uuck...Luciferrr."
"That's it, dear," he praised, the pace of his thrusts quickening. "My name on y-your lips is more beautiful than any melody I ever heard in Heaven." His grip on your hips tightened, pulling you closer to him as he mercilessly pounded into you over and over. "G-God, you're so fucking wet. Slipping in and out of you s-so easily. You g-gonna cum for me again?"
"Y-Yes!" you cried out helplessly. "I'm close, so c-close, I can't..." Your hands flew around his neck as your body shook violently beneath the fallen angel. Your stomach felt like it was in knots, you didn't know how much longer you could hold out. "G-Gonna cu-aaaAAHH,"
"Hold on j-just a little longer, baby," Lucifer said, wrapping his tail around your abdomen. "I'm close too...w-where do you want me to-"
"INSIDE! P-PLEASE!" you screamed, locking your legs behind his back. "I c-can't hold it, Lucifer, I can't, I can't, I CAN'T!"
"Naughty girl..." he taunted lovingly. "Cum for me now, angel. Need t-to feel you clench around me. Cum for me."
The coil inside of you snapped for a third time, your walls pulsating around Lucifer's cock. Your spasms had left Lucifer groaning, his head now resting on your collarbone. His own orgasm washed over him not long after you. You milked his cock, his hot angelic seed filling you up your cunt completely. Wave after wave of pleasure filled you both, reducing you to nothing but exhausted and sweaty messes. He stayed inside of you for a moment longer, both of you trying to recover from your release. Lucifer finally found enough strength to remove himself from you, and at long last reverting back to his normal state. He crashed down on top of you, looking at your through his half-lidded eyes and pulling you into a crushing hug.
"Lucifer...can't...breathe..." you forced out, tapping his shoulder rapidly. His grip on you loosened immediately.
"I'm sorry!" he apologized. "I forget my own strength sometimes. H-How are you feeling?"
Your faced flushed as you tucked your hair behind your ear. "G-Good. More than good. That was...just incredible!" you couldn't help but laugh to yourself.
"What's so funny, dear?" Lucifer asked with an amused look.
You smiled at him. "Oh, you know just...I was thinking about how I would go about explaining myself to my friends and family back on Earth. How the well behaved, never strayed from the light church girl just had the best sex of her life with the one and only fallen angel Lucifer. Wonder how well that would go over! They probably think I made it into Heaven!"
Lucifer laughed along with you, pulling you flush to his chest. "I'll admit, it's pretty ironic. But to be fair, I never would have thought you'd give me a chance."
You looked up at him confused. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you know, I am 'the bad guy' to believers. The winners always write history, and according to Heaven, I was the loser. And when I found out you were one of them when you were alive, I didn't think you'd even glance in my direction. I thought you were the most stunning creature I'd ever laid my eyes on when you first arrived here at the hotel. But I never truly pursued you because...the bad guy never gets the girl, right?"
You couldn't help but frown as he spoke. His voice was sad, full of hurt. It was clear that Lucifer has suffered though a lot of pain and anguish. You were told the story of Eden growing up, of how Lucifer had deceived Eve and in doing so, caused the downfall of humanity. But that was clearly only one side of the story. You gave a quick peck to his cheek. "You're not a bad guy, Lucifer. I know that now. I let my fear and my upbringing cloud my judgement before. Not anymore. I want to hear your side of the story, every detail. Will you stay with me and tell me?"
Lucifer's eyes softened, his lips forming into a tiny smile. "I'd love nothing more." He brought his hand to your cheek, leaning in to capture your lips once more.
~~~
10,000 GOD DAMN WORDS, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!?! ANYWAY, I HOPED YOU LIKED IT!
AFTERCARE, what they're like after sex
vi likes to be a little rough, this is no secret to you or her. but she makes sure to change that as soon as it's over. she'll take the harness off her hips, discarding it before crawling back up to you, placing kisses on your cheek and shoulder. "you okay?" always wanting to know what's going on inside you're head. "was it okay? too rough? no?" of course she likes it rough, so do you, neither of you would have it any other way but she also wants to make sure that you can communicate your limits, even through your fucked out glossy lips. "good girl, that feel better?" she'll already be rubbing cream on the little bruises, whether it was on your hips or across your ass. she doesn't care where it hurts, all she cares is to make it better. "my pretty girl, did so well." she'll make sure to murmur as she cleans your bottom half with a cloth, trying to ignore your broken whimpers as she coos, attempting to shush you. you'll both sleep naked, skin to skin with your arms woven around her neck, hers around your waist and holding you close.Ā
BODY PART, her favourite body part of hers and also yours
it's no secret that you're obsessed with her arms, it made her a little obsessed with them too. she loves her biseps, the way they flex and most importantly, the way you stare at them, all wet-mouthed when they do. she also loves the strength in her arm to keep you pinned against the bed, stopping you from writhing under her or the way they sit at either side of your head, watching you get wide eyed at feeling a little trapped yet awfully flustered. she loves how much you love them.
she adores all of you, truly every inch of your body but she'd be lying if she said she didn't love those thighs impossibly more. she loves grabbing at them, pushing your little skirts and dresses up to reveal the skin that she can push and pinch at. she adores nothing more than being inside you, head thrown back yet still, her hands are on those precious thighs, kneading and playing with the plush skin. they're like two stressballs in her hands and you can't help but writhe against her as she does so.
CUM, anything to do with cum really
vi can squirt pretty easily, it just comes naturally to her. but what she loves even more than squirting is making you squirt. when you'd looked away, all shy and embarrassed after telling her you'd never been able to squirt before, she just had to take it on as a challenge. and when she was fingering you, pumping her fingers in and out as her mouth sucked on your clit, she couldn't help but grin at the spurts coming from your cunt. "atta girl." she'd coo, pulling her mouth away and pressing a slap to your pussy. "that's it, good girl." all proud of herself for being able to achieve the said impossible.
DIRTY SECRET, a dirty secret of hers
vi wouldn't call herself a criminal. sure, she spent her fair share inside stillwater though she thought those circumstances were sort of unnecessary. she thought once she got out, she'd left her thief days behind her. not that she'd call it stealing, she always said she was just doing what she needed to survive. but if that were true, your white cotton panties wouldn't be hidden in her drawer or your lacy pink ones wouldn't be sitting in her back pocket. she was so discrete about it, waiting until you'd turned away or even walked away for a second before slipping them between her fingers and into the back of her pants, right in the pocket. she was good at being sly about it, after all, she'd had practice. you'd come back, looking through your laundry basket or the folded clothes on your bed, brows knit together all confused. "something wrong, cupcake?" she'd question, pretending not to be interested as her eyes studied the comic book that had been sitting on your bed or something or other. "jus' looking for something." you'd mumble distractedly, fishing through your clothes once more, you'd think you'd gone insane. but vi then turned her attention on you, feigning confusion. "what're you looking for?" she'd smirk at the way you'd flush then, turning away. "n-nothing."
EXPERIENCE, how experienced is she? does she know what she's doing?
you know, most people think vi doesn't have much experience seeing as she was in prison for a couple years but i BEG TO DIFFER. you cannot tell me this girl wasn't getting around behind those bars. every lunch, every dinner, every time she got out, she was eyeing up someone knew. she didn't care whether they were desperate or played hard to get, she had no preferences when it came to that prison, not that she had a lot to work with anyway. but aside from that, she was pretty much open to just about anything. she didn't care who it was, if they were willing to give, she was willing to take. though, it was often in the most uncomfortable places in the world. in the janitors closet or some other remote area where she wouldn't get caught. times could get tough inside prison and sometimes all you needed was to blow off some steam and get that anger out which is exactly what she did. i think vi would be very experienced in that department which is why it was so different when it came to you. both in a soft bed, no pressure, no need for stress relief. it came calm to her, like she didn't have to rush unlike the people in the prison where if the quickie didn't hurry up, they'd be getting caught by enforcers. which is probably not what one would want to see as they... you know, finish?
FAVOURITE POSITION, self explanatory
I think vi likes having you in missionary. there's something about her holding you close, one hand coming beneath your chin to force your head up. "look at me when you take it, 'kay baby?" her voice filled with little whimpers here and there because as much as she tried to stay strong, she couldn't help the way you made her feel. she wants you to keep eye contact all the time, forcing you to look at her whenever your eyes drift away or shut closed. when you're mumbling about being close and she can feel your cunt tightening around the strap, she can't help but grab your face roughly again. "look at me when you cum." it's not a suggestion nor question, it's an order.
GOOFY, is she humorous in the moment? does she make jokes?
during sex, vi is usually serious. she's not serious in a scary way that would make you rigid but she doesn't often bring in goofiness to the situation either, unless, of course, you'd asked her to. she wouldn't mind if you'd asked her for something more lighthearted but when vi has sex, her usual instincts take over. she becomes a much more serious person, her entire mind switching to one thing, pleasuring you. the whole point was to make sure you felt good and the last thing she wanted to do was make you insecure in any way. with that being said, she might murmur a couple things with a humorous chuckle. "yeah? you like that cupcake?" when she does something slightly out of your guys' normality. but of course, she knows you like it by the way your back is arching and moans fall freely. but she can't help it but tease.
HAIR, how is she groomed? does the carpet match the drapes?
i'd imagine that vi shaves pretty regularly. something about being in prison for so long and not exactly having the option to. now, she has a sense of freedom about it and seeing as she can have longer showers and such i can imagine that she'd be in there for over an hour, shaving too. it also probably makes her feel a little cleaner after being in the prison (not that it's dirty not to shave some people just find it makes them feel cleaner afterwards) but when it comes to you, she really doesn't care. she'd probably prefer you to be a little shaved but i don't think she'd care to the extreme that you'd have to be bald or anything like that. she'd just prefer you to trim, at least, otherwise, you're good! as long as it's not too much.
INTIMACY, how is she in the moment through romantic aspect?
vi prefers it intimate. even if she's degrading you, perhaps she's praising you, either way, she's worshipping your body completely. being in the prison, she's had so much meaningless sex that this is so important for her, you're important to her. and having sex is one of the most vulnerable things you can do. she wants not only you to be comfortable but herself to be too. she's not big on 'fucking around and getting it over with' not anymore, at least. with you, she likes to take things slow, even if it's teasing. but don't get me wrong, you can still take things slow to a intimate level and still make sure you're covered in bruises and looking up at her with big watery eyes. she supposes it's just the aspect of caring. there's a difference between degrading some random girl in the janitors closet than degrading you, her beautiful cupcake, even if she's calling you a pathetic slut. even her praises are laced with love, strangely enough.
JACK OFF, anything to do with masturbation
vi doesn't masturbate a whole bunch. she's done it many times before, of course, as everyone has but she's not the biggest fan of it. she prefers to feel someone else. before, when she was in the prison, she could have any girl she wanted at her fingertips so she didn't need to. but now that it's just you and her, she has you in her clutch almost always. but of course, as every relationship, there are times when you guys can't be together. and if she's horny then, she has no problem trailing her hand down her own pants, rubbing one out to the thought of you. even if you're not there, you're still the only thing plaguing her mind. she'll think of your whimpers and moans while trying to keep her own at bay. her head stuck in your pillow.
KINK, a kink of hers
don't get me wrong, you're one hundred and ten percent vi's pillow princess, she just loves having her fingers burried inside you and her mouth on your weeping cunt. she's just not always sweet about it. vi will edge you until you can't take it anymore. she loves the way she feels you clamping around her fingers, mumbling all needily about how you're close, so so close and it's as if one more pump of her fingers could do it for you. but before you finish, her hand is leaving your body, slapping down on your pussy gently before kissing your shoulders. she loves the way you cry out for her, tears filling your eyes and she has no problem mocking you afterwards. "awh, baby, were you close?" and you'll nod, all sniffly. all you needed was the sweet relief she'd promised you beforehand and yet it was the only thing she wasn't sticking to. it felt good, definitely, amazing even but you just needed to reach the edge and she was denying you of that. "poor thing." she'll push her hand down again, pleasuring and pleasing you until you're seeing stars. and just as you're ready to cum once more, that familiar knot inside your stomach, her hands leave you again. "stop whining." she'll murmur, slapping your cunt again. "or else you won't cum at all."
LOCATION, where is her favourite place to do it
vi prefers your bedroom. you have a big upcity house in piltover so the girl could live in your bed if she wanted. it was surely big enough. and with your massive house, walls so thick, she didn't have to worry about anyone hearing you both. there's a difference between you and the other girls she was with, she wanted to take her time with you, make sure you were as comfortable as she would so she could touch you in all the places that she wanted to. vi thought that being comfortable was important and for her, she didn't think she'd be so comfortable doing the things she wanted to you in a public bathroom or a friends house. she loves having you in your bed, the scent of you filling the room, everything was so unique and fit to your personality. she loves being surrounded by your sheets when you finish or having your music player in the corner of the room, one of your favourite songs a low murmur as you whimper and whine into her shoulder, trying to keep your noises down but as always, she didn't like that. "don't do that, wanna hear you." because you had the power to be as loud as you pleased seeing as you were home and comfortable.
MOTIVATION, what turns her on and gets her going
vi isn't someone that would get mega turned on easily although it's seemingly always in the back of her head to try and turn you on. she's done it so much that she now does it subconsciously. she doesn't mean to talk to you in that tone at the worst possible moments but when she does, she can see it on your face what she's done. that is what gets her going. she loves when you suddenly get all flustered, a little bashful, especially in front of people. perhaps you're trying to talk to cait when she puts a hand around your waist, touching you a little too much for it to mean nothing. she loves seeing the way your cheeks heat up and you suddenly stumble on your words. she just loves putting you into your place, watching you get all subby and dumb for her so quickly. the way you'll look at her to finish your words for you, or stand a little closer, almost behind her. she loves the way you lean on her mentally, making it seem as though you were incapable of doing anything without the help of your vi. then, at least, everyone would be able to grasp the fact that you were off limits.
ORAL, preference in giving or receiving, skill, ect
vi's a giver. and she's good at what she does. she knows this, you know this, it appears as though everyone does. and this makes her awfully confident. she loves having her strong bisep holding down your hips as she licks you out, lapping you up like a dog without any shame. she loves the sound of squelching that you both unintentionally make and she relishes in it. she watches your back arch off the bed and smirks against you, her tongue embedding itself in your hole. however, if you did want to give, she wouldn't exactly have a problem with it. she'd have you lying on your back, looking up at her through your lashes as she sits herself on your face. "look so pretty under me." she'll murmur as she gets herself off on your face, her hips rolling as you did everything in your power to make her feel good, licking and lapping at her with your little kitten licks. she was so good to you, it was only fair that you gave her the same feeling back in return.
PACE, is she fast, slow, stamina, ect
vi has stamina like you've never seen before. when she has her strap embedded deep inside you, it's like she can't stop. she's rough with her hands grasping your hips and thighs, squeezing the plush as she fucks herself into you over and over. vi loves edging as we know, but the night usually ends with overstimulation. and between both that and the roughness or her hands on your body, you're so fucked out and subby by the end of it that you're practically putty in her hands. vi can go many rounds all while holding her fast pace without so much of a stutter of her hips, she can withstand much more than you can with her high stamina so if you're willing to let her, she'll use you like her little toy for as long as she pleases once you're fucked out and crying into the mattress.Ā
QUICKIES, her opinion on them? how often? ect
not the biggest fan. don't get me wrong, of course you turn vi on. sometimes, she's sitting in a restaurant with her legs folded over themselves, squeezing them together as she tries to stop thinking about it. she fails, of course. every little thing that you do, looking at her with your doe eyes, your bottom lip between your teeth, even your grabby hands at her biceps, you make her go crazy sometimes. but as badly as she wants to bend you over the bathroom counter and take you then and there, she won't. this way, she won't get to spend all her time using you, won't get to take her time when dragging your panties down your legs or edging then overstimulating you until you can't walk. but that doesn't mean she won't tease. and boy, does this girl love to tease. she'll put her hands all over your body, squeezing at your thigh or pushing them around your waist. she speaks to you in the very tone that has your face hot as rocks and whispers things in your ear. but she won't take you then and there. she'll wait, until she thinks the time is right. then, she'll make a steady exit with you in her arms, bringing you right on home. as soon as you reach home, she's making her move. and as you moan with your eyes rolled back as her hand reaches your puffy clit, she can't help but grin. "this what you wanted, hm? got you all pent up, huh? so mean." she'll mutter, ready to finally put you where she wants you.
RISK, is she game to experiment? does she take risks?
usually, vi isn't one to take risks, she likes having you inside your big bedroom, everything so you as she fucks the stars out of your head. with that being said, you did still live with your parents. and sure, your walls were thick enough but sometimes, just sometimes, there may be a couple... complications. if vi is fucking you, she's not stopping. it's her rule. so, if your mother is at the door, twisting the knob and asking why your door is locked, you're trying to respond in the steadiest voice you can. "'m j-jus'- nngh- exercising, mom!" worst excuse ever but it's all you could come up with as her fingers are stuffed in your hole. "are you alright?" she'll ask hearing the noise you'd tried to keep at bay. you mentally cursed yourself. "think i-i hurt my leg, 'm fine!" she'd ask if you needed help to which you'd instant tell her no. with a strange expression, she'd walk away from your door. "such a peculiar child." or, if someone was calling you, you'd ignore it. vi though, she'd always answer her phone, no matter the situation. "yes?" her voice wil ring through the phone, despite the fact that her fingers are still pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. when the person at the other side of the phone would ask what the sound was at one of your particular whimpers, vi would smirk. "i got a dog." she'd almost laugh. "a dog?" they'd question, in confusion. "yeah, a cute little bitch." you though, were too fucked out to care.
STAMINA, how many rounds can she go for? how long does she last?
like i said before, you'd never met someone with the stamina that vi had. it was truly unearthly, you thought it was slightly concerning, actually. vi threw you around like a rag dog, her big arms allowing her to do so as she fucked her strap into you, strings of curses and moans falling from her lips. it would get to the part of the night where you're just too fucked out to even say anything, babbling though you were sure they weren't even real words, the only thing you could say was one particularly short word, vi's name. it was exactly how vi wanted it, she wished for the only thing to be running through your head to be her and that pretty pink strap in your hole. vi can last long too, it's almost incredible how she can fuck at least two orgasms out of you before cumming herself. however, when she does eventually finish, she likes to make sure that you're right on the edge too so you can do it together, there's something so intimate about having her hands enveloping yours, both of you seeing nothing but white at the exact same time, your climax enveloping you.
TOYS, does she own toys? does she use them?
nothing is better than coming home and having you either bouncing on her cock or laying down as she pumped it into you, getting rid of every nerve in her body. though, as much as vi adored her strap, she'd be lying if she said it were her favourite thing to use on you. vi own's a vibrator and boy does she put it to good use. she doesn't care how you take it but if that vibrator is on your clit, she's going insane. it's one of the ones with the big wand so she'll force your legs up, holding it down to your clit and cooing as your back arches. "awh, feels good, sweets?" and you'll barely be able to respond, so wrapped up in your own thoughts and pleasure as the wand vibrates against you, sending shocks through your entire body. or perhaps she's using it on you both. she's done it before where she's hovered over you, rubbing her clit against yours and just before she gets close, she decides to add a little more fun to the mix. she'll place the vibrator between you two, watching as your clit is vibrated against it, her own doing the same as she holds back her noises, her juices mixing with your own. her favourite thing about scissoring is how messy it gets so when she's given the option to put a vibrator between you two, knowing it'll only get impossibly messier, she can't not take the opportunity.
UNFAIR, how much does she like to tease?
sometimes it seems as though vi knows you better than anyone else in the world, she likes to throw this around every now and then. like when your eyes flutter closed and your hole tightens against her fingers. she knows you so well, she knows that face and those strings of moans. "you close, baby?" she'll murmur against you and when you nod with a whimper, she'll take her fingers straight out of you, tongue coming down to lick the juices from it. you'll whine at the sudden loss of contact, feeling cold and empty without her long fingers to fill you up. but when she asks what's wrong, you simply can't speak, all nervous and hot. she loves this side of you and uses it to her advantage multiple times. she likes when you're shy, but she makes sure you know it won't slide with her. "what is it you want, sweetheart? gotta say it or else you won't get it." but when you're merely whining, her hand will come down to press a slap on the outer fat of your thigh. "you have words." she'll remind you while grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at her even through your glossy eyes. "use them." and when you do, you get your way as promised. as soon as you're babbling out the words about needing her fingers, her mouth, her strap, whatever it is you desire in that moment, she's pressing little kisses onto your skin. "see? wasn't so hard was it, pretty girl?"
VOLUME, how loud is she? what sounds does she make?
whimpers. what? she can't help it. poor girl just wants to please you by slamming her 'cock' into your cunt over and over, repeatedly hitting exactly where you need it. but the way the base of the strap hits against her so good, she can't help the whimpers that fall from her mouth. "hmmph, cupcake, y'feel so good." she'll mumble, too fucked out to degrade you. that's when you know it's gotten her, when you know she's close. when she's too wrapped up in her own mind, dizzy and seeing stars. she's not able to get the words out to call you her filthy slut so instead, the words tumbling out of her mouth are like praises, sweet nothings even. and when she knows you're getting close too, her mouth is like a waterfall that simply refuses to stop. she'll utter and mumble things to keep herself grounded, trying to focus the attention on you and not her flaming cheeks. "so g-good f'me, angel, always so good- huuh~" trying to utter the words before being stopped with a gasp, one that shows she's just as close as you are. the spurting feeling follows soon after.
WILD CARD, random head cannon
talking about herself in third person is something vi often does. whether she's alone, telling herself that everything will be fine she just has to fix it or she has you wrapped around her little finger, loving the sounds you make. your head will be looking down to her own face, sitting between your thighs, eyes trailing over the tattoo on her cheek. you'll be a whining mess, just wanting her to touch you so you can get your sweet release. her biceps will pin you down, holding you against the bed. "shh, baby, vi will make you feel good." talking about herself as if she isn't in her own body. though you have to be honest, she did hold that promise up as her head dipped further between your thighs, tongue flat against your clit and tasting you. or perhaps she has your face in the mattress, your ass up in the air as her strap fucks into you. you're whining as you squirt again and she just cant get enough of the juices flowing out of you. but you? you're mumbling and babbling incoherently about how you're making a mess. you'll be so worried about the juices falling all over your sheets and now it's getting so messy that you can't think of anything else. vi, though, to soothe your worries, merely fucks the strap so deep inside you that you can't think of anything other than her, soothing down the skin of your hips. "shh, sweetheart, vi'll clean up the mess either." reassuring you like the sweet girl she is.
X-RAY, what's going on underneath them clothes?
a bright pink strap. she loves the strap as it goes with her outfits, and her hair and everything else belonging to you. she loves having you bounce on it, whining about how you can't take it anymore but vi won't let you get out that easily. she's telling you to keep going or if she can truly see the exhaustion in your eyes, her hands are finding way to your hips, bouncing you up and down so you don't have to do any of the work. the last thing she needs is her princess getting too tired before she can finish with her. you also go slightly feral over her boobs. perhaps she's laying on her side, your legs propped up with rope she's bound against your body and you're just writhing. she has the vibrator sat pretty against your puffy clit. you're whining and whimpering, not able to keep still and before you know it, your lips are on her boobs. she's trying to contain her sounds, trying to hold the vibrator upright while your tongue swirls around her nipples. you can't get enough, just needing your mouth on something and the way her boobs feel snug between your lips, your warm drool falling all over the milky skin. you just can't contain yourself as you feel yourself approaching yet another orgasm. but this time, vi's too focused on the way your lips feel against her boobs to have any power left in her to tell you not to come.
YEARNING, how high is her sex drive?
sometimes, vi can't take the way you are around her. especially in public. the way you're grabbing at her or standing close yet a little behind her when interacting with other people. she just loves it so much that she's sure she could dick you down then and there. but, as said before, she lets the tension build up until you both break. but that doesn't mean she doesn't get horny quickly. my god, this girl cannot for the life of herself go through one day without feeling a wet splotch form in her boxers. then, she blames you. perhaps it was because you'd bent over once to pick something up or you had your hands behind your back and she'd imagined tying them that way. you'd always just stare up at her and ask her when she'd take accountability for merely being horny. she'd shrug her shoulders, telling you never. and you'd believe it.
ZZZ, how quickly does she fall asleep afterwards?
vi just has unlimited energy, it seems. when you guys are finished, she wants to make sure that you know you're safe, at home, with her. the sheets will be slightly messy but oh well, that's a tomorrow problem. Her main goal is to make sure you're okay. she'll place the wet rag where you need it, washing you off with the energy that she still has. then, you finally find yourself in her arms, her skin hot against your skin but thankfully the cold sheets offer a little relief. vi will talk to you while she's still awake, about anything and everything. just because she knows you like falling asleep to the sound of her voice and god knows she has enough energy to keep talking. "really?" you'll babble, all tired as your eyes are screwed shut. she's telling you random facts and stories that you've probably already heard before. yet every time, you seemed more impressed. "really, baby." and she'll only stop talking when she asks if you're still listening and receives no response. she knows you're sleeping so she tries to stay as still as she can while playing with your hair strands between her fingers, smiling softly at how good you were for her. she still has energy so she'll lay awake for a while but she won't leave, fearing you'll wake up and she wont be there. she wants you to know that she will be there, always.Ā
synopsis. boothill wants to know how many of his fingers you can take ā one? two? or three? <3
cw. metal fingers (they're cold & vibrate), fingering + clit rubbing, calls you baby, fem! reader
"no, no, no," boothill mutters underneath his drawn out exhale as his digits trace soft patterns over your achy clit, "don't buck back, baby, you're already so sensitive, aren't you?" as a grateful hum whirls against your temperate neck.
his eyes scan over your bare bodyā your tits showing erected nipples, your thighs so prettily soft and your ass, ugh, all for him to look at with your dress pulled up your waist.
naked, you're completely naked and it only made him delve deeper into his want, his need and the desire to crowd you with him.
it's all he wants, everything he needs.
you're so messy, so wet, just perfect. and boothill wonders how more messed up he could get you if he was to insert a finger inside. after all, currently he only rubbed on your clit, pulling on the hood of your pearl and playfully tugging it, surging warm curls into the reactive nerves as you're repeatedly bucking into his hand.
"you want a finger, hm?" he probs at your hole, his voice sounding so handsome, so desperately hot that in truth, you wanted him to fuck you right here and there, skip all of this and grace you with the thick press of his cock stretching you nicely, "just one now?" he winks smugly from behind as he pulls one finger in, leisurely, pressing back and forth to his knuckle and back.
you wince at the coldness immediately, the metal slipping within your temperate walls as you were already pretty much riding the finger. the clear contrast of hot walls and cold finger made you moan his name, moan it wetly and scream it even filthier as you arch your back, your ass rubbing back into his palm as he fingerfucks you.
"hey not yet, don't get too excited, gonna put two fingers in now," he groans quietly, kissing along your neck, rubbing your wet walls with one digit, "need to see you get excited for my cock later, you think you can take two though?" you're beyond overwhelmed by the single one, does he really believe the combination of one finger would give him such a reaction from you if not due to the fact that his digit was vibrating almost cruely.
a cold metal, spilling in and out, vibrating, the quivers and judders of strong sparks reaching all into the blood in your body, rushing through your weeping pussy as you slick him up with your wetness.
you nod eagerly, part your legs for him just a little more as he inserts the secondā and this time, the stretch was already burning, a plenitude of pleasure melting into your sensitivity, riveting over your dazed mind. you felt a new sense of excitement enter your psyche, it's dangerous but you do not mind, and as you pull your head back to look at your boyfriend, you see bliss in his own expression, tented in the shadows of his eyes as he licks his lips.
in the most intimate sense, your budding cunt clenches down and shakes at the vibrations of his fingers adding an uncountable amount of new pleasure, the vibration like silent promises, promising you that they'll make you cum and cum all over his hand, right here and there, high on the sensation of the freezing steel entering you this filthily.
"you're so wet for me, oh, oh ugh," boothill bites down on your neck to hide his moans, but his fingers fuck you without pause, so lecherous with their precise thrusts entering your lust-filled body.
"it's so easy for me to just slide in, don't you feel it? you've been waiting for this, didn't you?"
"waiting for me to make you feel good,"
seeing your slick all over him so deviously decadent,Ā made his heart skip a beat and cock hard, all the blood rushing to his erectionā fuck, he's so hard and thick, his shaft pushing messily against your plush ass from under his boxers, the girth and length coaxing a thrilling shiver from your body.
"you want me to try three now?" your cunt sucks him in at his words, squelching noises buzzing over your ears in an embarrassing orchestra as you nod your head at him, loved to get stuffed on all ends, with all of him entering you.
"yeah? you want it? gotta be wide open for me, for later," abruptly, he adds the third and the stretch funnily enoughā didn't feel too painful, which was due to the fact that you were already wet for him, soaking the insides of your thighs and your ass.
you're gasping, twitching, you're so hungry and bending around his fingers like you're made for himā as if boothill was always supposed to pleasure you this way. the compelling, pressuring thrusts of his digits rocking into your hole was enough for you to become overwhelmed by all the sensations happening at the same time.
sudden warmth fills your belly as you release all over his hand, the sparks of his fingers exuding the vibrations had turned stronger, harder and ruthless to the point where you could feel them attack your sweet, little clit, begging for mercy.
"ohh, yeah, just like that," he places a kiss on your neck, "let me see it, cum for me, pleaseplease," breathing heavily when he broke away to prolong your orgasm, "see? i told you baby, you could take three fingers, maybe more?"
Ik you mostly write for hazbin rn, but would you be down for writing Vi from arcane with fem reader :3
Reader is inexperienced and Vi finds it adorable how easy it is to get such reactions out of her. Also very sensitive to praise, so Vi is sure to do plenty of that as she watches reader melt in her grasp.
nsfw content, minors dni
OH MY GOD!!!! Arcane??? In my inbox!? Iām overjoyed. Anyways, not a full fic like you wanted but iāll be happy to deliver my thoughts!
Vi is a caretaker at heart, so while she can be rough, sheād be surprisingly gentle your first time. Taking it very slow, pressing her fingers up to the entrance of your pussy to hear you gasp, and shushing you with a kiss in your neck and a whisper of āgood girl.ā
Sheād make it absolute perfect for you, overwhelming you with pleasure as she drives her fingers into you, very lovingly, might I add. But however gentle sheās being, that doesnāt stop the grasp on your legs to grow firmer and firmer.
Squirming against her as she presses another kiss to your neck, sheād hold your thigh down with her free hand. āCareful, princess.ā or āShh, take it easy.ā Anything to calm you down, and then remarking how good youāre doing for being so inexperienced.
āTell me again,ā He urged you as his fingers gently teased you through the fabric of your panties. Lucifer looked into your eyes with a purple half-lidded gaze, doing nothing to hide his desperation. His desire for you, his eagerness for assurance of your affection.
āI love you,ā You repeated for the fourth time. A small whine left his lips and he gave you a satisfied, sharp toothed grin once he got what he needed. Lucifer rewarded you for your words of love by grounding his fingers against your cunt, finally providing friction after teasing you for so long. A soft mewl of appreciation from you fueled his fingers to venture up to the spot he knew would make you feel best.
His lips met yours in a kiss of pure desperation as he leaned over your body pressing closer against you. His teeth slightly nipping at your bottom lip out of excitement and lust.
āFuck, baby, say it again,ā He murmured against your lips as while his fingers rubbed circles against your clit. Luciferās tongue swiped along your lips eliciting a small moan of arousal and anticipation from you.
āLucifer,ā your eyes fluttered open and you took in the sight of your lover leaning over you. His red eyes with his pupils blown wide with desire and admiration, blonde hair slightly mussed from your hands running through it, his pale cheeks flushed.
āI love you so god damn much.ā You could barely whisper the words out before he captured your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue slipped past your lips in an attempt to taste you, feel more of you, in any way possible. Swallowing up your sweet words of love and affection with a hunger that seemed bottomless. Luciferās finger slid your panties to the side and a deft finger slipped gently into you.
āAgain. Please,ā He said more desperately, āI need to hear it again.ā
Quick thirst idea as a specific fic has been rotting in my brain since I read it, being a tutor for the house of hearth and bent over in her office after all the children have all gone to sleep while being rewarded for doing so well today with the lessons (or being punished who knows) struggling to stay quiet due to the walls not being the most soundproof š„
omg hehehe this idea is so good
(nsfw utc)
her hand stays pressed tightly to your mouth, preventing any noises from escaping. it's almost as firm as the way she has you pressed flush to her desk, skirt flipped up, her strap buried in your cunt.
she'd noticed an upwards trend in multiple of the children's grades, very pleased that you had proven to be a valuable asset after all.
well, it's only natural she'd want to reward you for doing such a good job, right? and how fortunate for her, it was obvious you fantasized about her being more than just your boss. you wanted her, and as time had gone on, she reciprocated those feelings (unbeknownst to you, obviously).
it was merely a matter of finding a time where her desires matched up with the perfect moment.
and here it was.
her hips slam into yours more forcefully, hand muffling your pathetic little mewls as your nails scrape the wood. "good girl." she praises you, feeling you melt beneath her. "you did such an excellent job, didn't you?" she asks, expecting no response at all.
her fingers push at your lips, sliding two of them into your mouth. she pushes on your tongue, making you gag and cry for her as she keeps you quiet around the digits.
"you're so tight i can barely move. you're enjoying your reward, i take it?"
you let out a soft whine, head falling forward, causing her fingers to tease the back of your throat all while her strap buries itself inside of you.
such a good little tutor you were. perhaps whatever was going on between you could be extended to something more now. after all, she was also in need of a personal stress reliever.
As promised, hereās a little story of the one prompt I got a little bit ago! Literally no one voted ānoā on the poll for this story and I think thatās hysterical, bunch of thirsty mfs (affectionate š)
Lucifer x f!sinner reader
Summary: You catch Lucifer acting out on his most carnal desiresā¦
Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, hand job, (oral m & f receiving), p in v
You remember first meeting the King of Hell on the day you checked yourself into the Hazbin Hotel. And you remember thinking that Lucifer looked nothing like you had pictured. Of course he was beautiful, that wasnāt shocking, but he was soā¦unimposing. Not only that, but he was also kind, albeit a bit dorky as well. Not that it was off putting to you, it was endearing if anything!
Although, you hadnāt spoken to him all that much since the time youād moved in. Lucifer seemed so nonchalant and relaxed with everyone else in the hotel, save for Alastor, who you noticed always managed to get under the fallen angelās skin one way or another. Even you knew the radio demon was playing with fire; probably wasnāt the smartest idea to piss off the most powerful being in Hell. Regardless, how he acted around you was a little odd to say the least. It seemed like Lucifer was always trying to avoid you for some unknown reason. Did he not like you?
When you had first spoken to him all those months ago, you could tell he was tense. He rambled, a lot. And he somehow managed to fumble every other word that left his mouth. He quickly left after your initial meeting, and ever since then it had been nearly impossible to get in more than five words at a time. He had an impossibly perfect disappearing act, what with his portaging abilities. One time you greeted him from across the lobby and his only response was āO-Oh! H-Hey you! Uhh, I just, ummā¦welp, gotta run!ā and took off before you could even say goodbye. Truly bizarre.
You eventually went to Charlie, telling her that her dad was seemingly very distant towards you. āOh, donāt worry about that!ā Charlie explained. āHeās a pretty busy guy, so heās usually popping in and out of here pretty frequently. And heās told me on multiple occasions that heās glad you joined the hotel! He can come off as a bit scatterbrained, but rest assured heās more than happy to have you here! And so am I!ā
You smiled and thanked her. From the few months that youāve known her, Charlie was never one to lie, so you decided to take her words at face value. For now, at least. For some reason, you still couldnāt shake the feeling that something was up with Lucifer. You needed to find out.
A few nights had passed and you found yourself wandering through the lobby. The black nightgown you typically wore to bed didn't provide nearly enough heat, but you didn't want to change back into your normal day clothes either. So, you threw on your favorite pink robe before you left your room, it was more than enough to keep you comfortable. It was late, way later than you should have been awake. Even Husk was asleep, the bar sat devoid of any life. It was difficult to sleep most nights, you were still grappling with the fact that you were, in fact, in Hell. You thought you were a decent person in life. Never religious but you tried your best to while you were alive. But that didnāt seem to matter. Perhaps you should have attended church with your family more often, or donated to more charities, or not cut that one person off at that traffic light. Lying awake in your bed didnāt help these thoughts but getting up and walking around usually helped just a tad.
You glanced over to the fireplace, noticing the flames dancing against the walls. That was strange, considering no one ever used the fireplace, or at least not that youāve seen. But then you noticed one of the large chairs in front of it wasnāt empty. A white sleeve laid across the arm rest. You walked over out of pure curiosity, just to see who was awake at this ungodly hour like you. You craned your neck to see Lucifer sitting there frozen, his head down and eyes closed with his free hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked troubled. Before you could speak up, you heard him mumble under his breath.
āWhat the hell am I going to doā¦ā
Worried, you outstretched your hand, but stopped short of touching his arm. āSir?ā
Luciferās eyes shot open instantly, turning his head to see you towering over him. He leapt from his chair completely startled and began stumbling backwards towards the fire pit.
āWatch out!ā you warned, gripping his hand, and pulling him towards you. Lucifer held his breath, trying to process what had just happened. His head ended up flush against your chest, your face now feeling as hot as the flames in the pit. You let go of his hand and stepped away from him as fast as you could. Lucifer remained motionless. āI-Iām so sorry, your majesty! I didnāt mean for you toā¦Iām sorry!ā
You finally heard Lucifer exhale. He stood up straight and fixed his wrinkled jacket, making every effort to not look you in the eyes.
āItās alright, m-my dear,ā he spoke softly, āno harm done. A-And please, call me Lucifer.ā
āOkay. Lucifer,ā you started, āI didnāt mean to startle you. I saw you over here and I heard what you said andā¦is everything alright?ā
Lucifer was tense again. You noticed him clench his fists. āHow much did you hear?ā
āNot much,ā you admitted. āyou just sounded worried about something.ā
The king let out a sigh, letting his hands relax. āThank you for your concern, I-I appreciate it. Itās nothingā¦nothing that you need to trouble yourself with. Itāll be fine.ā Lucifer waved his hand, a portal now swirling open behind him, leading to his bedroom. āI think we should both get some sleep now. And t-thank you for catching me. Although, fire canāt harm meā¦b-but I appreciate the rescue nonetheless!ā He was about to step through the portal when you caught his hand once more.
āWait,ā you said quietly. Lucifer looked down at the ground, still refusing to meet your gaze. You frowned. āSir-I mean Luciferā¦I wanted to ask you something. I need to know.ā You felt his hand squeeze yours; he was tense again. āI-Iāve been feeling like Iām not welcome here by you.ā Lucifer finally lifted his head, his eyes almost piercing your soul. He looked distraught at your words. You never noticed how beautiful his eyes truly were, the soft yellow complimented his pure white skin nicely. You blushed slightly but shook your head and tried to remember what you were saying. āI-I just mean, you seem to avoid me every time Iām near. If Iāve done something to upset you, Iām very sorry. And if youād rather Iād not stay here, thenā¦ā
āNO!ā he shouted, now gripping your hand with both of his. āI-I mean, no. You havenāt done anything wrong! Pleaseā¦Please donāt leave. I should be the one apologizing if thatās truly how youāve been feeling. I never want you to feel unwelcome here, especially not from me. Itā¦Itās just thatā¦Iā¦ā Before he could finish his explanation, his eyes dropped for just a split second before returning to yours. His gaze had somehow shifted into a more panicked expression. He let go of your hands immediately and stepped through his portal in a hurry. āI-I have to go, Iām sorry!ā You couldnāt get another word out before his portal disappeared from view.
You stood alone in the parlor, alone and confused. The fire had died out, and you felt a shiver down your spine at the realization of how cold it had gotten without it. But you couldnāt let the conversation end there. You needed to know what was going on with him. You wouldnāt sleep until you did. Luckily, Luciferās room at the hotel was very easy to find.
You made your way up to his tower, replaying the scene in the lobby over and over in your head. Things were going well, werenāt they? He seemed so apologetic when you told him how you felt. And then he justā¦disappeared like he always does. You really didnāt mean to push the issue, but maybe you came on a little strong. Plus, your rescue of him was a little more than awkward. Not that you minded the closeness, even if it was fleeting. The picture of his head resting against your chest flashed in your mind repeatedly. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks once more now that you were now mere steps from Luciferās door.
Focus, you mentally scolded yourself, canāt think about that. It was an accident! It wonāt happen again so justā¦focus. No wonder he ran!
You stood in front of his door now, your knees somehow weaker than they were a moment ago. Those mental images really didnāt help at all. With a deep inhale, you went to knock, but you stopped short when you heard something from beyond the door. You heard your name.
What?, you thought, Howā¦How did he know I was here? Lucifer didnāt sound angry fortunately, but the inflection in his voice made him sound almost sad. Andā¦breathless? You cracked open the door slowly, a little embarrassed at being caught. You went to open your mouth to apologize for the intrusion, but not even a whisper left your lips. Because what you saw in that room left you completely and utterly frozen where you stood.
Lucifer, the great ruler of Hell, was propped up against the obscene amount of pillows on his bed with his pants pooled at his ankles, his very much erect dick in his hand. His eyes were shut, he hadnāt seen you catch him in this extremely vulnerable state.
Run, run, run, RUN! your mind screamed. Everything in your brain was telling you to shut that door and get out of there as fast as you could. But your body refused to react, you remained motionless. You were completely entranced by the scene before you. You watched as Lucifer stroked his cock, mumbling a number of curse words with your name leaving his lips like a prayer.
āHnng, G-God damn it-ffffuuuccckkā¦.ā Lucifer mumbled, his hand gradually picking up the pace as he stroked his shaft.
You tried to wrap your head around what you were seeing, but you were coming up blank. You couldn't believe this. Heāsā¦Heās touching himselfā¦to me?!? How is thisā¦? Why would heā¦? Your brain was a jumbled mess at this point. It was really beyond your comprehension. You felt tension pool in your stomach at the sight of him becoming undone at the mere thought of you. The sinful sounds he was making went straight between your thighs, to the point where it became uncomfortable that you werenāt giving yourself any attention. The tiniest bit of you wanted to push open that door and give him what he really desired. But before you even begin to think about acting on your carnal instincts, you watched Lucifer's hips bucked up as he came all over his hand. It took every fiber of your being to hold in a whimper that threatened to escape your throat.
Luciferās breathing was labored, you watched him toss his arm over his eyes and throw his head back on the pillows. "What the hell is wrong with me?!" you heard him ask. "Why am I doing this?! Itās been months now and Iāve barely had a normal conversation with her! And of course, the only time Iāve really talked to her was after my damn head was forced against herā¦herā¦s-shit.ā He waved his hand, a tissue appearing between his fingers. You watched as he cleaned himself up, thankful that he still hadnāt looked towards his door. Lucifer kicked himself out of his pant and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his head hanging low. āAnd what an absolutely fantastic exit I made! āSorry, gotta go! My dick is hard as a rock right now because of you!ā Great job, Lucifer! No wonder she thinks I donāt want her here!ā He sighed heavily. āI canāt do this anymore. This isnāt right. I need to stop being a coward and just tell her how she makes me feelā¦ā
A small gasp escaped your lips.
Fuck.
Lucifer's head shot up immediately, his panicked eyes fixating on the door. You didn't even close it behind you as you took off sprinting down the hall, praying to anyone who could hear you that he didn't see you. You didnāt stop running until you made it back to your room, slamming the door behind you. Your knees gave out from under you as you dropped to the floor. In that second, it all clicked for you. Why Lucifer avoided you at every turn, why he tripped over his words when he spoke to you, and why he practically begged you not to leave the hotel.
Lucifer liked you. Lucifer really liked you. That thought alone could have made you scream if you werenāt trying desperately to hold yourself together. And itās not like you didnāt have passing thoughts about him. He was gorgeous after all. But not only that, you saw how he acted with the others at the hotel. He was sweet, and silly, and fun, even though you never got to experience it firsthand. Now you knew where Charlie had gotten it from.
But of course, those thoughts never stayed. He didnāt like you, right? So instead of wallowing in what could never be, you thought it best not to dwell. But nowā¦now those thoughts were coming back in full force. The aching between your legs only grew as the very fresh images of Lucifer naked and moaning in his bed flooded your mind.
There was a knock at the door.
āH-Hey,ā you heard Luciferās voice on the other side, āitās me. Can we talk?ā
You didnāt dare move. You hid your head in your lap, pleading silently that he would give up and go away.
You heard him sigh. āI can see your shadow, you know.ā
God damn itā¦
Slowly you rose from the floor, your trembling hand latching onto the doorknob. But your brain wouldnāt let you turn it no matter how hard you tried. How could you possibly face him after what you saw?
āPlease?ā¦ā
The way he sounded so desperate; it was impossible not to give in. With a heavy sigh, the doorknob turned and you cracked open the door just enough to see Lucifer standing just outside, his glassy eyes looking into yours. You looked away immediately.
āHiā¦ā you whispered staring down at the ground.
He lowered himself in an attempt to get you to look at him again. āCan I come in?ā
You nodded, opening the door inch by inch until he was able to step inside. You shut the door behind him, folding your arms over your body. You still hadnāt looked at him. The silence between you two was deafening, but you knew he wasnāt going to leave until you talked.
āIām so sorry!ā you both shouted simultaneously. āWait, what?ā
"Hold on now!" Lucifer interjected, "You have nothing to apologize for!"
"Of course I do!" you retorted. "I invaded your privacy when I watched...uhh, n-never mind." When you glanced in his direction, his entire face almost matched the pink circles on his cheeks. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him any longer. "I-It was an accident! I came up to apologize for scaring you off again. But...I heard you call my name a-and I just assumed you already knew I was outside, so I opened the door and...I'm so sorry, I should have knocked, and I should have left immediatelyā¦I-"
You didn't notice Lucifer make his way towards you, throwing his hands onto your shoulders and snapping you out of your spiral. "Hey, no more of that," he soothed. "I'm not angry, and I didn't come here to scold you. This is all on me."
You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes. "B-But..."
"My dear, this is my fault, not yours," Lucifer cut you off, bringing his thumb up to cheek to wipe a tear that had fallen. He realized how close he'd gotten to you in his attempt to calm you down. Flustered, he stepped back, folding his arms over his chest. You already missed the closeness. "If you'd let me, I'd like to apologize and, you know, at least attempt to explain myself. Not that what happened was excusable. But if you'd rather I leave now, I'd more than understand. And I don't expect your forgiveness. I...just thought it best to apologize to you directly instead of continuing to avoid you and pretending like nothing happened. I'm deeply and truly sorry for everything."
You felt the sincerity in his words, and you saw the pain in his face thinking he had hurt you. You couldn't let him leave. Not yet.
"Stay...please..." you managed to respond. You made your way over to your bed and gestured for him to follow. You sat down crossed legged near the edge of the bed, Lucifer mirroring your actions. You took a deep breath before speaking once more. "I'm not angry with you either, you know."
A strange mixture shock and confusion flashed across Lucifer's face. "Y-You're not?"
You smiled wearily. "No, I promise. I mean, I'm a little taken aback..." Lucifer winced. "...but not in a bad way! If anything, I feel...flattered, you know?" Your face burned at your own candor. A quick glance at him showed he felt the same heat in his own cheeks.
"R-Regardless," Lucifer cleared his throat, "it was still wrong of me. I could try to give excuses about...my ex-wife being gone for more than 7 years now, or tell you that watching you from afar just sparked something in me that I hadn't felt in God know how long, or..."
"You've been watching me?" you teased, flashing him a small grin.
"Shhhhit, well, I uhh...only sometimes!" Lucifer tried to reason. "A-And not for very long! I just, umm, I just noticed how kind you are with everyone you come into contact with, and you're extremely helpful when it comes to the hotel! And your smile...I MEAN, uhh, C-Charlie absolutely adores you with the way she goes on and on about your progress! We both wonder how you even ended up down here in the first place. And well, you...you're," he gulped, "you're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on..."
You sat there frozen, your body trembling slightly. Your mind raced a million miles a minute. You tried to get your mouth so form any sort of words, but nothing. Lucifer started to panic.
"I-I'm sorry! That was really forward of me! I shouldn't have-I uhh...God, this is the worst fucking apology imaginable!" Lucifer brought his hands to his face, covering his eyes and lowering his head. "Maybe it would be best if I just g-MMPH!"
You don't know what came over you, but somehow your lips crashed into Lucifer's. His hands flew from his face, now gripping the bed sheets beneath him. He sat perfectly still, but only for a moment. He couldn't help but give into you, letting his eyelids flutter closed and melting under the kiss. You pulled away after only a few seconds, Lucifer leaning his head forward slightly, still needing more. His crimson irises had grown into saucers, his face hot as the sun. Having the literal King of Hell flustered beyond belief from a single kiss was a sight you absolutely wanted to see more of.
"If you think I'm beautiful, then you are someone who is beyond beauty, your majesty," you cooed. You weren't completely sure where this sudden burst of boldness had sprung from, but you liked it. And from what you were witnessing, all signs pointed to Lucifer being completely enamored with it as well.
You went back to your seated position, but now Lucifer was on all fours, crawling ever so slowly towards you. "P-Please..." he begged, "I-I need more..." His face was now mere inches away. He rested his forehead on yours, waiting for your lips to touch his again. The faint smell of apples that hugged his skin was intoxicating.
"You want me to kiss you again?" you asked playfully. "Then you need to tell me something, darling."
Lucifer's breathing had picked up at the sound the pet name you'd given him, his eyes screwed shut. "A-Anything!"
"Tell me then," you said as you began to stroke his soft blond hair, "what were you thinking about when you were touching yourself to me?"
Lucifer whimpered against you. "Anything but that! Please! I-I can't..."
You pulled your forehead away from his, still patting his hair. "I think it's a little too late to be shy now, my king."
A low moan escaped Lucifer's throat as he inched towards you once again. "I...I was thinking...about how wonderful you would taste on my tongue...." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I was thinking about how...how pretty your lips would look around my cock." A kiss to your left cheek. "I was thinking about watching you...fuck...watching you ride my cock until I have nothing left in me." A kiss to your right cheek. "But mostly...I was thinking about how badly I want you to be mine..."
Your lips met once more, and with even more vigor than before. His devilish tongue swiped against your bottom lip, begging to delve in further. When your lips parted, your tongues had clashed with such voracity that it had knocked you down onto you bed, Lucifer now completely overtaking you. His hand found the back of your head and pulled you closer into the kiss which you didn't even think possible. With his body completely flat on top of you and even through your robe, it didn't take long for you to notice a certain bulge pressing against your stomach. You chuckled lightly, causing Lucifer to pull away, knowing exactly what you had felt.
"Ha...sorry...my uhh, my body has a mind of its own," he laughed nervously. "If this is too much for you, w-we can slow down. Or just stop completely! It's...It's been a while for me a-and I don't want you to be uncomfortable..."
You placed your hand on his shoulder and gently guided him off of you, putting him on his knees. In an instant, you tossed your robe to the side, revealing your cute black nightgown that left very little to the imagination. Lucifer sucked in a breath as he frantically started shedding his own clothes as well, removing his jacket and dress shirt in a manner that really emphasized his desperation for you. You couldn't help but stare at his bare chest and how it almost glistened in the faint lighting of your room.
"Do you think you're the only one who's body is reacting to this?" You shoved him down gently onto his back, his head now resting against your pillows. "But instead of just telling you, why don't you see for yourself?" You crawled up his body, dragging yourself against home until you straddled his chest.
"Oh, fuck me..." Lucifer almost inaudibly. He snaked his hands up the skirt of your nightgown until his hands reached them hem of your panties. He looked up at you expectantly, and with a final nod from you, you felt him tug your underwear down your legs. He pulled them down slowly, lifting one leg out first and kicking them off with the other. You gazed at him seductively, your glistening entrance now mere inches away from waiting lips. Lucifer's hands grazed up your thighs before stopping just before where you needed him most. Lucifer's breath hitched.
"It's alright," you reassured him. "Touch me. Please, Lucifer..."
"Ahh, wait!" Lucifer stopped his movements entirely. With a quick snap of his fingers, you heard your door lock itself. "We don't want another incident now, do we?"
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his theatrics, but it made you giggle, nonetheless. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're stalling!"
Lucifer laughed. "My sweet angel, if you've learned anything about me in last few minutes, it's that I couldn't wait another second longer for you even if I tried."
With those words, you felt his fingers finally find their way to your folds. It was like an electric shock had coursed through your entire body when he touched you. He'd barely begun and you were already soaking wet. His thumb found your clit instantly as he began to rub small circles around it, sending wave after wave of pleasure. You lifted your hips slightly so his figures could push their way inside of you. Words couldn't begin to describe how good he felt. He told you himself that it had been some time since he'd been with anyone, but there was no indication of this being the case as his two digits pumped in and out of you at a steady pace. He knew exactly what he was doing. You whimpered when you felt him pull his fingers out of you, only to watch him dip them into his mouth, cleaning off your slick entirely. "God, you're more delectable than I could have ever imagined! Please, let me taste you, all of you..."You blushed hard and nodded. You scooted yourself up further, hovering directly over his lips. "Still too far..." you heard him say before his hands latched onto your hips and forced you down so you were seated firmly on his face.
"L-Lucifer!" you cried weakly, trying to pull yourself up. You knew it was futile though. Damn him and his angelic strength.
"You won't hurt me, darling, I promise," he said with a wink. "Besides, breathing is overrated..." You felt his forked tongue immediately dart in and out of your drenched pussy. Your broken moans filled the room as he ate you out like it was his last meal. Lucifer switched between tongue fucking you and sucking on your sensitive nub at a relentless pace. That coil in your stomach was tightening with each movement he made.
"Lu-Luci-fer, o-oh my God, f-fuck, I-I can't." You tripped over every other word that left your lips. Your body started to tremble and your thighs shook violently as you felt your impending orgasm. "I-I'm gonna c-cum, gonna cum, oh SSHHHIIIIITTT-FUCKFUCKFUCK C-CUMMING!" You cried out helplessly as you felt your walls clench around nothing, your juices spilling out onto Lucifer's more than eager tongue. He rode you through your orgasm, lapping you up and not wanting to waste a single drop. You felt him release his hold on your hips so you could at last move back down to his chest. You stared at him wide eyed as he looked back at you with the biggest smile you've ever seen. You felt the heat rise up your neck and cheeks as you watched him lick up the rest of your release that hung on his chin.
"W-Wow, that was...fuck, that was amazing," Lucifer sighed. "Are you alright?"
"I-I'm fine," you breathed, "more than fine. You...really know how to use that tongue of yours." Lucifer flashed you a toothy grin like he had just told you the worst joke imaginable. You wanted to hide your face but damn it, he was too adorable when he looked at you like that!
"Well, you got your first wish. Allow me to grant your next one..." You shimmied down his body until your face lingered above the very obvious strain in his pants. "Let's make you more comfortable shall we?" You unhooked his belt in mere seconds, his pants following soon behind, leaving him in nothing but his briefs that already had a large wet spot in the front.
Lucifer managed to prop himself up on his forearms, his blush spreading to his entire face. "Sweetheart, y-you don't have to do that, I'm fiii-iiiiii-oooh fffffuck..." Lucifer's protest were cut short when you had brought your hand up to palm his very apparent erection through his shorts.
"Now that's hardly fair, Luci," you scolded him, "I think I deserve my fill too, don't you?" Before Lucifer could choke out an answer, you hooked your fingers along his waistband and pulled his briefs all the way down his legs, freeing his painfully hard cock at last. You stopped for a moment to marvel at his length, having to stop yourself from drooling. "O-oh wow, that's umm...that's big..."
Lucifer chuckled nervously above you. "Y-Yeah, sorry about that. I think? Like I said, y-you don't have to-GAAHHH!" Without warning, you delicately gripped Lucifer's shaft, stroking it lethargically. Even though you were moving as slow as possible, the king was already a moaning mess. "S-Shit, you-fuck...feels so good..."
"Is this what you imagined, your highness?" you cooed, now rubbing your cheek against his cock in tandem with your hand. "I wanted to help you out earlier, you know that? When I saw you stroking yourself, I almost pushed opened that door so I could give you what you really wanted. But hey, better late than never!" You chuckled lightly as you licked up his shaft to the very sensitive head of his cock. The taste of his precum was addicting, you craved more. Lucifer writhed under your touch as his whimpers became music to your ears. You circled your tongue around the tip, earning a guttural moan from the man beneath you. You glanced up and noticed Lucifer's eyes were squeezed tight, with his claws digging into your sheets.
"Look at me," you ordered him while you continued to pump his cock. His chest rose and fell faster and faster as he forced his eyes open. "Good boy. I want you to keep your eyes on me." You smiled at him wickedly as you parted your lips and sunk down on his shaft.
"A-AHHH, OOOH FUCK!," Lucifer yelped as he fought against throwing his head back in pure bliss. Your warm mouth enveloped him, the taste of him was nothing short of divine. Your head continue you bob up and down, taking as much of him as you could. Lucifer was a blabbering mess, only able to make incoherent noises. His ability to think had all but disappeared. All he could focus on was the immense pleasure your sinful tongue was providing. His breaths became shallow as your mouth lingered on his cock, refusing to move.
"I-I ca-FUCK...H-HOLY SHIT," Lucifer nearly screamed, his hips now bucking up uncontrollably, forcing you to take more and more of him. "CU-CUMMING, CUMMING...MMPH OHFUCKME!" With one final thrust, you felt his cock twitch, his hot seed filling your mouth. You sucked him off through his orgasm, taking in and swallowing every bit of cum he had. Once he'd finished, you finally let go with a small *pop*. You made your way up his body once more and hovered over his face with a giant grin. You opened your mouth to show him some cum you still had on your tongue before swallowing it down gleefully.
Lucifer's hands flew to his face immediately upon watching you. "I can't believe you just did that! How am I ever going to recover?!"
You laughed as you pulled his hands away from his face, leaning down to kiss him tenderly. He happily returned your kiss, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips under your nightgown. Lucifer leaned his head back on the pillows and tugged at the hem. "May I?"
"Of course," you nodded. He helped raise your nightgown, lifting it up and easily tossing it over your head and onto the floor. You sat up straight, straddling his stomach and giving him a very nice view of your breasts. "I know you've already felt them once tonight, but I'll let you touch them again if you ask nicely."
"Oh, ha ha," Lucifer mocked playfully, "very funny. That was technically your fault! I didn't just lay on your chest for fun, you forced me there when you pulled me away from the fire!"
You smirked and took ahold of his wrists. "Do you want to touch my tits or not?"
"...Yes, please..."
Smiling, you brought his hands to your breasts. A soft hum emitted from both of you as Lucifer began to knead at your soft mounds, his thumbs running over your sensitive nipples. Suddenly, he started to roll them between his thumb and index fingers, causing you to squeak in surprise. He sat up quickly, pushing you back so that you were now kneeling on the bed and hovering over his thighs. He took one nipple into his mouth as he continued his ministrations on the other. You moaned at the sensation, taking your hand and holding the back of his head for support. He switched sides, making sure your other nipple got the same amount of attention. The feeling of his teeth grazing you nipple sent shivers down your spine.
"Luci," you whispered into his ear. "you had one more fantasy you told me about, did you not?" Lucifer pulled away from your breasts, his eyes wide and full of anxiety. You could feel his heartbeat racing as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
"O-Only if you want to," his muffled voice reverberated off your skin.
"Yes, I do." You pushed Lucifer back down gently, noticing his cock was already hard again even without any further stimulation. "My, my, eager are we?"
"Very much so, yes," Lucifer whined.
"You're adorable, you know that?" you praised. Lucifer blushed hard and tried to cover his face once more before you pinned his hands above his head. "Don't you dare hide that pretty face from me, sweetheart. I want to see every single little cute expression you make once you're inside me." A small whimper left his mouth as you released your grip on his hands. You shifted yourself in order to line up your entrance with the tip of his cock, slowly rubbing it between your slick folds. "Are you ready?"
Lucifer gasped and threw his head back in response. "Y-Yes, please...need you...need to feel you..."
You began to sink down on his length, feeling him stretch you out beyond what you ever felt before. A beautiful mix of pain and pleasure coursed through you as you finally bottomed out on his cock, both of your moans echoing off the walls. Tears pricked your eyes as he filled you completely, as if you felt whole, now connected as one. You shifted your hips ever so slightly, but it was enough for Lucifer sit himself upwards and wrap his arms around you in a tight embrace.
"You really f-feel like heaven," Lucifer breathed. "P-Please...please say you'll be mine..."
A single tear drifted down your face, and your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest at any moment. You eagerly returned his embrace, wrapping your arms around him and bringing him as close to you as you possibly could. āIām yours, Lucifer.ā You cupped his face in your hands and brough your lips to his, sealing your promise. Feeling him twitch inside of you, you lifted your body off of him and gently sank back down. You swallowed Lucifer's moans as you continued your pace, bucking your hips and taking all of him with each sharp thrust. Lucifer's hands flew to your hips as he helped you up and down his aching cock.
"F-Fuck, y-you're killing me here, darling, I-HNNG...I'm close..." Lucifer sobbed was your pace became relentless. His hips were now rutting into you as he slammed you down onto him. Your eyes had crossed and drool began to pour down the side of your lips. You were absolutely and unashamedly cock drunk. The tightening in your stomach became almost unbearable, your release was fast approaching and so was his. "FFFFUUUUCCKK, g-gonna cum, g-gonna-ACK, c-can I?..."
"Inside L-Luci," you pleaded, "inside...fill me n-now-GAH F-FUCK, C-CUMMING!" Your walls clenched around his thick cock, pulsating relentlessly as Lucifer continued to pound into you making your vision blur. Your cries mixed with his as you felt him empty inside of you. The grip you had on him loosened as his wings suddenly sprouted out from behind him, catching you by surprise. Lucifer didn't seem to notice, too overtaken by his orgasm. He bit down on your shoulder harshly to keep himself from screaming while his hot seed continued to pour into you. Your muscles finally relaxed as you both came down from your highs. Lucifer's tongue lapped at the mark he had left on you, soothing the sore spot. But now that he'd given you your first mark, all you wanted to do was beg for more.
"S-Sorry about that," he smiled sheepishly. "I didn't mean to bite you so hard." He turned his head, finally noticing his ruffled wings. "O-Oh! Well...that's new."
You chuckled. "Your wings are beautiful, Lucifer." You ran your fingers over a few of his scarlet feathers; they were the softest things you've ever felt. His wing folded towards your touch, now almost fully engulfing the two of you. "Wait, are you apologizing for marking me? I'm yours, am I not? Now I have proof!"
Lucifer buried his face in your chest. "L-Love, you can't say things like that! You're gonna drive me insane!"
"Love?" you repeated.
He shot his head up in a panic. "I-uhh...is that okay?"
You kissed his lips tenderly. "It's more than okay, love."
You watched his wings puff up at your words, his smile wider than you've ever seen before. You then carefully pulled yourself from his lap and laid down ever so gently on his one set of wings while the other set wrapped around your body. Lucifer wrapped his arms around you once again, now feeling a double layer of protection and comfort.
"Thank you," he murmured against your ear.
"No, thank you," you whispered back. "It was wonderful, truly. And at least now I can stop worrying about whether or not you hate me!"
You heard a small hum leave Lucifer's lips. "That couldn't be further from the truth, my dearest." A placed a small peck to your forehead. "Do you...mind if I stay here tonight?"
You shook your head. "I wouldn't let you leave even if you wanted to," you teased. "You're mine now too." Fatigue flooded your body as you yawned and felt your eyelids fall. You snuggled your head against Lucifer's chest before unconsciousness had taken over.
"Forever," was the last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep in Lucifer's arms.
~~~
WHY THIS ENDED UP BEING SO LONG IS BEYOND ME, HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANYWAYS!
You made your way up to his tower, replaying the scene in the lobby over and over in your head. Things were going well, werenāt they? He seemed so apologetic when you told him how you felt. And then he justā¦disappeared like he always does. You really didnāt mean to push the issue, but perhaps you came on a little strong. Plus your rescue of him was a little more than awkward. Not that you minded the closeness, even if it was fleeting. The picture of his head resting against your chest flashed in your mind repeatedly. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks once more as you were now mere steps from Luciferās door.
Focus, you mentally scolded yourself, canāt think about that. It was an accident! It wonāt happen again so justā¦focus. No wonder he ran!
You stood in front of his door now, your knees somehow weaker than they were a moment ago. Those mental images really didnāt help at all. With a deep inhale, you went to knock, but you stopped short when you heard something from beyond the door. You heard your name.
What?, you thought, Howā¦How did he know I was here? Lucifer didnāt sound angry fortunately, but the inflection in his voice made him sound almost sad. Andā¦breathless? You cracked open the door slowly, a little embarrassed at being caught. You went to open your mouth to apologize for the intrusion, but not even a whisper left your lips. Because what you saw in that room left you completely and utterly frozen where you stood.
Lucifer, the great ruler of Hell, was propped up against the obscene amount of pillows on his bed with his pants pooled at his ankles, his very much erect dick in his hand. His eyes were shut, he hadnāt seen you catch him in this extremely vulnerable state.
Run, run, run, RUN! your mind screamed. Everything in your brain was telling you to shut that door and get out of there as fast as you could. But your body refused to react, you remained motionless. You were completely entranced by the scene before you. You watched as Lucifer stroked his cock, mumbling a number of curse words with your name leaving his lips like a prayer.
āHnng, G-God damn it-ffffuuuccckkā¦.ā Lucifer mumbled, his hand gradually picking up the pace as he stoked his shaft.
You tried to wrap your head around what you were seeing, but you were coming up blank. You couldn't believe this. Heāsā¦Heās touching himselfā¦to me?!? How is thisā¦? Why would heā¦? Your brain was a jumbled mess at this point. It was really beyond your comprehension. You felt tension pool in your stomach at the sight of him becoming undone at the mere thought of you. The sinful sounds he was making went straight between your thighs, to the point where it became uncomfortable that you werenāt giving yourself any attention. The tiniest bit of you wanted to push open that door and give him what he really desired. But before you even begin to think about acting on your carnal instincts, you watched Lucifer's hips bucked up as he came all over his hand. It took every fiber of your being to hold in a whimper that threatened to escape your throat.
Luciferās breathing was labored, you watched him toss his arm over his eyes and throw his head back on the pillows. "What the hell is wrong with me?!" you heard him ask. "Why am I doing this?! Itās been months now and Iāve barely had a normal conversation with her! And of course the only time Iāve really talked to her was after my damn head was forced against herā¦herā¦s-shit.ā He waved his hand, a tissue appearing between his fingers. You watched as he cleaned himself up, thankful that he still hadnāt looked towards his door. Lucifer kicked himself out of his pant and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his head hanging low. āAnd what an absolutely fantastic exit I made! āSorry, gotta go! My dick is hard as a rock right now because of you!ā Great job, Lucifer! No wonder she thinks I donāt want her here!ā He sighed heavily. āI canāt do this anymore. This isnāt right. I need to stop being a coward and just tell her how she makes me feelā¦ā
A small gasp escaped your lips. Fuck.
Lucifer's head shot up immediately, his panicked eyes fixating on the door. You didn't even close it behind you as you took off sprinting down the hall, praying to anyone who could hear you that he didn't see you. You didnāt stop running til you made it back to your room, slamming the door behind you. Your knees gave out from under you as you dropped to the floor. In that second, it all clicked for you. Why Lucifer seemed to avoid you at every turn, why he tripped over his words when he spoke to you, and why he practically begged you not to leave the hotel.
Lucifer liked you. Lucifer really liked you. That thought alone could have made you scream if you werenāt trying desperately to hold yourself together. And itās not like you didnāt have passing thoughts about him. He was gorgeous, after all. But not only that, you saw how he acted with the others at the hotel. He was sweet, and silly, and fun, even though you never got to experience it first hand. Now you knew where Charlie had gotten it from.
But of course those thoughts never stayed. He didnāt like you, right? So instead of wallowing in what could never be, you thought it best not to dwell. But nowā¦now those thoughts were coming back in full force. The aching between your legs only grew as the very fresh images of Lucifer naked and moaning in his bed flooded your mind.
There was a knock at the door.
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