house arrest 10
description: you are confined to your room for your own protection. But how long will that last when the only thing standing between you and your housemates is a door and some willpower? Welcome home.
warnings: minor themes of praise/degradation, biting, squirting
|| Intro || Mammon || Asmo (mini) || Levi || Satan (mini) || Beel || Lucifer (mini) || Asmo || Belphie (mini) || Belphie || Barbatos (mini) || Satan || Diavolo (mini) || Purgatory I || Purgatory II || Purgatory III || Lucifer ||
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He did not immediately return home with his prize. Instead, Lucifer took the long route, turning the watch over again in his hand. He actually quite liked the idea of keeping you as a little keychain, always within sight.
Out of trouble.
His brothers would be hunkered down, taking shelter from the firstborn's return. Truthfully, he had no plans for them, but their fear would provide him time and privacy. He chose to shut himself in his office, feeling more comfortable for reasons he did not see the need to examine. Lucifer placed the pocket watch on his desk, took a steadying breath, and like pulling a sweater's thread, undid the trinket's charm.
With a puff of smoke you appeared like a cheap magic trick. You sat perched upon the desk in nothing but a fluffy robe, clean and perfumed and looking all too pleased with yourself.
“Hi,” You grinned.
“Hi,” Lucifer said, and rose from his chair to scoop you into his arms. You squealed being lifted, kicking your legs but no longer trying to escape. You had been caught.
Lucifer brought you both down, him in his chair and you in his lap, capturing your lips in an indulgent kiss. He nipped at you to express his displeasure, his arms a vice around your waist, already hard and straining through his trousers. You rocked your hips against his and he answered with a soft groan. When your lips parted, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him, disheveled with heavy-lidded eyes, face flushed, jaw slack.
There were a hundred things he'd like to say to you. Something barbed and clever, something sure to knock you down a peg. Instead, he watched you undo his tie, and savored reason ebbing away with each passing moment.
You moved to his vest. Of course he was wearing the most clothing possible. A button popped in his haste to help things along, the sound of it clinking across the wooden floor joined your chorus of hushed voices and heavy breathing. Your robe fell open, dipping down your shoulders. He attacked your neck with open-mouthed kisses while you wrestled with yet another layer to free his bare chest.
“You're so beautiful,” You murmured in his ear. The demon's cock throbbed beneath you in a silent plea for more praise. He took the peak of your breast into his mouth and looked up at you with lovesick eyes.
You gasped, “S-so beautiful and patient…”
Two pairs of massive black wings unfurled and folded around you, shrouding you in a dark cocoon. Guided by the sparse light streaming through your lover's feathers, you managed to work open the fly of his pants to grope him through his underwear.
Lucifer braced you, one large hand splayed flat against your back, the other plunging two fingers into you mercilessly. You keened and arched with the intrusion, unable to move very far within his grasp.
“Say that you're mine,” He commanded against your skin.
“I‘m yours,” You drooled, hips struggling to match his furious pace.
“Tell me you love me,” His voice was thick with desperation.
“Of c-course I l-love youuu,” You said, fighting for your life. Lucifer, face now buried in the crook of your neck, cooed words of love in an ancient tongue. Your body vibrated with every syllable, human ears unable to parse its frequency. Each glide against your sex was maddening. He tilted your hips to meet his, slipping in with little resistance. Speech died in his throat in the form of a sigh, finally, finally enveloped in your warmth.
He allowed himself a few slow, delicious strokes, making stars burst behind your eyes. For a few blissful moments, you moved together. Then, once you had been reduced to putty, he bit down hard.
A jolt of bright pain shot through your shoulder, just enough to catch your attention. Lucifer lolled his tongue over the indented skin before pulling away to press your foreheads together.
“You're such a tease,” He said drunkenly. You felt his grip around your hips tighten. He picked up a brutal rhythm, moving your body to his liking.
“Did it excite you?” He asked, each thrust punching the air from your lungs, “Flaunting what I want? Trying to rub my nose in it?” Unable to answer him properly, the wicked smile you couldn't suppress told him all he needed to know. Oh, he was going to make you scream.
His wings burst open, wind and feathers sending papers flying, toppling everything on his desk and sending it clattering to the floor. In one swift movement, he had you on your back, pinned to his desk with your ankles by your ears. When you yelped in surprise, he popped a finger into your open mouth.
Using his weight as leverage to hold you in an obscene stretch, he continued your punishment without missing a beat, now able to reach that spot deep inside that made you whimper. Lucifer removed his finger from your lips, now slick with saliva, and dipped between your bodies to circle your clit.
“Wait, wait, wait!” You begged, clawing at his back, the desk, anything to ground yourself against the dangerous pressure quickly swelling in your abdomen.
“Go on,” He cooed cruelly, “Don't tell me you're getting shy, now.”
Within minutes, an orgasm ripped through you that broke the dam of pressure welling in your belly with enough force to bring tears to your eyes. You wailed, voice cracking, gushing around his cock. You trembled beneath him, thrashing if not for his body holding you in place. He shivered. Your big, wet eyes and sweet, troubled face was too much to bear, and he followed soon after, tipping over the edge with you.
Your chest heaved with every breath, heart hammering against his. Sticky warmth coated your legs and pooled under your back, cooling rapidly. You dimly wondered if you'd ruined anything important, but the thought was fleeting amidst your exhaustion.
Lucifer kissed your sweaty temple before gripping your cheeks and turning your face to him.
“Come now, none of that,” He said, expression fond and foggy with lust, “We still have a lot of catching up to do.”
