I am imagining Lucifer coming out of a shower, running a hand through his dripping hair, towel wrapped around his waist with his happy trail peaking out. You can’t help but stare at him, but of course he can feel your eyes on him. He looks back at you with a small smirk on his face and says, “You like what you see, honey?~”
Your face instantly feels hot as you frantically begin to look anywhere else but where he’s standing. He laughs while walking over to the bed. “I think it’s cute that you still get flustered seeing me naked.~ Considering how many times we’ve fuc-”
“Lucifer!” you yell, hiding yourself under the covers and trying to avoid further embarrassing yourself. The angel laughs, lifting the bed sheets to see you burying your face in your hands. “It’s not fair! You’re hot and you know it!”
“That’s true,” he agrees, crawling his way towards you, “you just can’t help it, can you?~ My sweet girl gets so hot and bothered around me.~”
“You’re so mean,” you complain, trying to get up from the bed. But not before Lucifer takes ahold of your wrist.
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he replies softly. “You know I’m only teasing, right? I-I just…you make me feel so wanted, I default to showing off and being a bit of an ass. I don’t know why…Please let me make it up to you!”
You sigh, looking back at his soft yellow eyes. You knew he was being genuine in his apology. You could never actually stay mad at him, not that you even were! “Lu, I’m not really upset,” you smile, sitting back down on the bed. “I just don’t handle being flustered very well. You don’t have to apologize or make anything up to me, I promise I’m fine.”
Lucifer instantly leans in to kiss you, his lips are so tender and gentle on your own. He pulls away, his hands now gravitating towards your pajama bottoms.
“On the contrary,” he murmurs against the sensitive skin on your neck, “I think I need to show you how much you fluster me as well.~”
Lucifer spends the rest of the night worshipping your body; starting with using his tongue to lick and taste your needy pussy. But that quickly turns into making love to you in every position possible; drilling his cock into you over and over and over again until you finally understand how badly the fallen angel loves you craves you.
Lucifer realizes that when you and him haven’t been intimate in a few days (whether it be from his meetings late run late or general craziness at the hotel), his orgasms tend to last longer than normal when you get to make love again; there was a build up of sorts. So when you two finally have time to yourselves, you pounce on each other like wild animals. And when he’s just about to burst, he knows you won’t be able to hold it all. At first, he cums inside of you like he always does; nice and deep, for the first few seconds. But then he pulls out, much to your dismay. But he kisses you softly, pumping the rest of his cum onto your swollen pussy lips, leaving a beautiful mess. He’ll take his spent cock and drag it up and down between your folds, gently grazing over your overstimulated clit, making sure you’re completely coated and leaking from him.~
600 Followers Celebration ♡
Chosen prompt: #23 "I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist."
Requested by: @stormy-knight134
You fell backward onto the bed, and Lucifer's body immediately followed, covering yours as the mattress dipped beneath his weight. He settled naturally between your legs, his warmth enveloping you, and you slipped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. A low, satisfied groan rumbled in his throat as he captured your lips again, kissing you with a hunger that had clearly been waiting far too long.
You had been circling each other ever since Lucifer returned to Charlie's life, ever since he had taken up residence at the hotel. The attraction had been immediate, undeniable, lingering in every glance and every conversation, but neither of you had dared act on it. First because he was the King of Hell, and second because Charlie had needed both of you. There had always been another crisis, another enemy, another reason to wait.
Now there wasn't.
No more excuses.
It had started in one of the hotel's quiet hallways. A lingering glance had become a smile. A brush of fingertips had become a hand refusing to let go. Before either of you truly understood what was happening, your back was pressed against the wall and Lucifer's lips were on yours, years of restrained longing finally collapsing between a single heartbeat and the next.
Now his body trembled above yours, an intoxicating warmth radiating from him.
"Lucifer..." you whispered breathlessly.
He answered with another quiet groan before trailing kisses down your jaw, across your throat, lingering against your pulse as though memorizing it.
"Y/N..." he murmured against your skin. "I've dreamed about this moment... more times than I'd ever admit."
Your fingers slid into his soft blond hair, gently curling around the strands until he lifted his head to look at you.
"Really?" you asked, surprised despite the teasing smile tugging at your lips.
A smile spread across his own.
"Really."
He brushed another featherlight kiss across your mouth before his hands drifted carefully over your sides, slow enough to give you every opportunity to stop him. Instead, you arched into his touch.
His gaze never left yours.
You had never seen him look at anyone like this.
Not with desire alone.
With awe.
As though he couldn't quite believe you were real.
"You've imagined this?" you asked softly.
He laughed under his breath.
"Oh, sweetheart..."
His forehead rested against yours.
"I dreamed of having your legs wrapped around my waist," he growled.
He rolled his hips against yours, and there was no mistaking it. He was hard, aching, more than ready for the next step. A smile spread across your lips as you caught your lower lip between your teeth, and his crimson eyes darkened with desire.
"And what else did you dream about?" you asked, arching your hips teasingly against him.
His breath caught.
"Let me show you."
With that, he undid his trousers before crashing his lips back onto yours, devouring your mouth while his trembling hands worked at the fastening of your own. Clothes disappeared one by one, discarded carelessly onto the floor as you became tangled together in the sheets, neither of you able to keep your hands off the other.
You let out a soft moan as he finally entered you, your fingers tightening in his blond hair. He buried his face against your neck with a breathless groan, his movements slow, reverent, as though he wanted to savor every second of finally having you in his arms. Each gentle thrust sent pleasure coursing through your body until stars danced behind your eyes.
Lucifer pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his cheeks flushed, his golden eyes bright with wonder.
"So much better than my dreams," he growled before capturing your lips once more.
Really, all problems started with Bee and Ozzie teasing Lucifer on how lovely you looked in your wedding gown, knowing he won't be able to resist.
Lucifer had been doing surprisingly well, all things considered. He hadn't sent Charlie to "accidentally" check on you, and had only checked the time seventeen times in the last ten minutes.
Lucifer had tugged on his bow tie several times already. The damn thing wasn't even crooked.
He knew that. Lilith knew that. Anyone with functioning eyesight would know that.
Yet somehow he kept finding reasons to adjust it.
A small pull to the left. A slight tightening. Then a complete undoing of the knot because perhaps the entire thing had been tied incorrectly from the start.
Five minutes later, he was staring at the finished result only to discover it looked exactly the same as before.
With a long sigh, he finally abandoned the battle and dropped into a chair.
This was bad.
He only had to wait another half hour. Perhaps less.
Thirty minutes was nothing. He had existed for millennia.
Thirty minutes should have been easy. So why did it feel impossible?
"What's wrong, love?"
Lucifer glanced sideways.
Lilith sat beside him, elegant as ever. Every detail of her appearance was perfect, from the drape of her clothing to the jewels adorning her neck. She looked every bit the Queen of Hell, poised and untouchable.
After all, this wasn't exactly their first wedding.
Over the centuries, Lucifer and Lilith had accumulated enough ceremonies to fill several history books. They had exchanged vows beneath marble temples during ancient Roman celebrations. They had walked around sacred fires in elaborate Indian ceremonies. They had participated in old Welsh traditions, handfasting rituals, forgotten customs that no longer existed anywhere but their memories.
He opened his mouth, already preparing a teasing remark.
The words never came. Because he noticed her hands.
At first, it was subtle.
Just a slight tremor. A tiny movement. But once he saw it, he couldn't unsee it.
Lucifer's smile softened as he looked at her. Without a word, he stepped behind Lilith's chair and reached around her, threading their fingers together.
Almost immediately, the tension seemed to leave her shoulders. The tremble in her hands disappeared.
A quiet chuckle escaped him as he rested his chin atop her head. "You're as nervous as I am?"
Lilith released a long sigh. "Of course I am."
There was no attempt to deny it.
Her fingers tightened around his. "We're marrying her."
The words alone were enough to make both of them smile.
Lilith shook her head softly. "I'm excited and nervous and—"
Lucifer leaned down and pressed a kiss against her cheek before she could finish. "I know how you feel, honey."
For a moment, he simply stayed there, his cheek brushing against her hair. "Not being able to see her all day has my brain overthinking everything."
Lilith let out a small laugh. "Yes, I've been hearing you whine about it the entire day."
Lucifer gasped dramatically. His hand flew to his chest as though she'd stabbed him. "Whine?"
"You heard me."
"I was expressing my completely valid emotional distress."
"You complained because Charlie wouldn't send you pictures. You asked her what - twelve times?"
"Thirteen."
She stared.
Lucifer shrugged. "I was committed."
The laugh that escaped her this time was brighter. The sound eased something inside his chest.
"You're no better, you know," he continued, "I distinctly remember you trying to bribe Vaggie."
Lilith immediately looked away. "I was not bribing her."
"You offered her an entire island."
"It was a small island."
"A small kingdom, more like."
Lilith's lips twitched. "Semantics."
Lucifer shook his head in disbelief. Then, after a moment, his expression softened.
The teasing faded away. His thumb brushed gently over the back of her hand. "Anyways...I'm sure she's as nervous as we are."
"Why would I be nervous?!" You laughed so hard that one of the maids nearly poked you in the eye with a makeup brush.
The room was bustling with activity. Several attendants moved around you, adjusting your veil, fixing your hair, and applying the final touches to your makeup. Another sat at your feet, carefully painting your nails while a third worked on your pedicure. Honestly, you felt less like a bride and more like royalty.
Actually, scratch that.
You were marrying the King and Queen of Hell.
You practically were royalty.
A content sigh escaped you as you sank deeper into the plush chair. This was amazing. People were bringing you snacks, helping you get dressed, and fussing over every tiny detail while you did absolutely nothing. If this was what being a royal bride felt like, you could get used to it very quickly.
Across the room, Bee and Ozzie exchanged amused glances.
There was a reason they liked you.
"You're seriously not nervous?" Bee asked, watching as a maid carefully adjusted one of the jewels woven into your hair.
You blinked at her. "No?"
The answer came so naturally that both she and Ozzie immediately started laughing.
You looked between them, confused by their reactions. "What?"
"It's your wedding," Ozzie pointed out.
"Exactly."
"You should be nervous."
"Why?"
Bee threw her hands into the air. "Because you're about to walk down an aisle and commit yourself to two incredibly powerful immortals for the rest of eternity!"
You considered that for a moment. Then shrugged. "Sounds pretty great to me."
That only made them laugh harder.
Honestly, you couldn't understand what was so strange about your reaction. This wasn't some arranged marriage. This wasn't a decision you'd been forced into. You loved Lucifer and Lilith more than words could describe.
You were getting married to the loves of your life!
The thought sent a rush of excitement through your chest.
Your smile widened as you glanced at your reflection in the mirror. The gown was beautiful. The veil was beautiful. Everything was beautiful.
And soon you'd finally get to see them.
God, you couldn't wait. You were so ready for this. Ready to walk down the aisle. Ready to promise forever.
And all you could think was that the ceremony wasn't starting nearly fast enough.
Eventually, Bee checked the time and let out a quiet groan. "We should probably make sure everything is actually ready."
Ozzie nodded in agreement. "We'll only be gone for a minute."
"I'll be fine." You reassured them.
Her eyes narrowed. That was exactly the sort of sentence people said before causing trouble.
"You promise?"
"Bee."
"I'm serious."
Finally, you sighed dramatically. "I promise I won't sneak out."
"I didn't say anything about sneaking out."
"Because that's obviously what you're worried about."
Ozzie snorted. "She's got you there."
Bee ignored him. "You are not leaving this room."
"I'm not leaving this room."
"You are not trying to find Lucifer."
You looked offended. "Why would I do that?"
Both of them stared at you.
"..."
"..."
"Okay, that's fair."
Ozzie barked out a laugh.
There had already been at least three intercepted attempts to obtain information about you.
Needless to say, nobody trusted him.
Or you, for that matter.
Because if Lucifer somehow managed to sneak into the bridal suite, there was a very real chance you'd simply shrug and let him stay. Nobody was concerned about Lilith, somehow the perfect angel in the Sins' eyes. If only you could tell them what she got up to...
You cleared your throat. "I'll survive, go."
Before leaving, Bee glanced back one last time. "If Lucifer appears, yell."
You rolled your eyes. "Yes, Mom."
Bee gasped in outrage. Ozzie immediately started laughing as he dragged her into the hallway.
Finally. A few minutes of peace.
The maids had finished most of their work and were busy cleaning up brushes, powders, and various beauty products scattered around the room. Nobody paid much attention as you unlocked your screen.
Your notifications were a disaster.
The first messages were from Charlie and Vaggie. You smiled as you opened them.
Charlie: Everything is going great! Everyone's seated! Nobody's fighting! This is the best day ever!!!
Charlie: Okay, one person is fighting but we're handling it.
Charlie: Never mind, it's two people.
Vaggie: Everything is under control.
Charlie: IT'S THREE PEOPLE.
You laughed.
Poor Vaggie. She deserved a medal, or several.
Next came messages from Husk, Cherri, and Angel. The moment you opened the chat, you knew exactly what kind of nonsense awaited you.
Husk: Bar's stocked.
Angel: When I say stocked, I mean STOCKED💦
Cherri: If ya wanna get absolutely smashed tonight, we've got ya covered.
A picture followed. It appeared to be an alarming quantity of alcohol.
You didn't even want to know how much money had gone into that collection.
Angel: Also we got a getaway car ready if ya get cold feet.
Cherri: Fastest one we could steal.
Husk: Acquire.
Cherri: Same thing.
You snorted. Absolutely ridiculous. As if you were getting cold feet. You'd been counting down the days until this wedding.
If anything, you were more likely to kidnap your own fiancés and drag them to the altar yourself.
Shaking your head, you continued scrolling.
More messages. More congratulations. More well wishes.
Then your thumb paused.
A familiar group chat appeared on your screen - you, Lilith and Lucifer.
Immediately, your smile widened.
The chat was buried beneath a mountain of unread messages because Ozzie had blocked the group from receiving anything for the last several hours.
Apparently, after Lucifer's twelfth attempt, Ozzie had decided drastic measures were necessary.
You opened the chat anyway. The last message was from -
"Lily?!" you gasped as Lilith sneaked in your room, "How did you get in here?"
There was absolutely no way Bee and Ozzie had allowed this.
You were still trying to solve that mystery when a realization struck you. Lilith hadn't answered; hadn't even seemed to register your question.
She was simply staring. All you could feel was her gaze.
Your breath caught. You felt heat rush into your cheeks. "Lily?"
"You are..."
Her voice faltered. Which was perhaps the most shocking thing of all, because Lilith always knew what to say.
The smile on your face softened. "You okay?"
Lilith shook her head.
"I think," she said quietly, "that I had a speech prepared."
You blinked. "A speech?"
"I spent days thinking about what I would say when I saw you."
You took a step closer, "And now?"
"Now I've forgotten all of it."
The heat that flooded your cheeks was immediate and impossible to ignore.
Instinctively, you reached for your veil, fingers fumbling behind your head as though the delicate fabric could somehow shield you from the intensity of Lilith's gaze.
Resist.
Resist.
Resist.
The words repeated in your mind like a prayer. A completely useless prayer.
Because Lilith was standing in your bridal suite looking at you as though she'd discovered the most beautiful thing in existence.
You swallowed. "Umm..."
Smooth. Very smooth.
"I'm glad to see you, Lily, but Ozzie and Bee will be back soon."
Lilith looked amused. "That's alright."
There was a particular glint in her eyes that instantly made you suspicious. "I got them tangled up with their boyfriends."
You blinked. For a moment, you genuinely thought you'd misheard her. "What?"
Lilith's smile deepened. It was a dangerous smile. The kind she wore whenever she'd successfully outsmarted someone. "If I can't negotiate with them, their boyfriends are more than willing to keep them distracted."
"Oh my God." A laugh escaped you. You shook your head. "How cunning."
The compliment clearly pleased her.
A knowing smile touched her lips. "I think you like my cunning."
"I love everything about you."
The space between you disappeared. Later, neither of you would be able to remember who moved first.
The kiss stole the breath from your lungs. One of your hands found her shoulder while the other tangled lightly in her hair. Lilith's arm slipped around your waist, drawing you closer until there wasn't a sliver of space left between you.
Lilith’s tongue teased yours, drawing a low moan from your throat that she swallowed eagerly. Her hands never stopped moving, gripping your hips as she walked you backward across the room.
Your legs bumped the edge of an antique loveseat. "Lily."
"Yes, darling?"
"We are definitely going to get caught."
"Probably." The fact that she sounded completely unconcerned made you laugh again.
“Down you go, darling,” she purred. She gave you a gentle but firm push. You sank onto the cushions, heart racing.
She sank to her knees before you. Her hands gathered the voluminous layers of your elaborate wedding gown, lifting it with surprising ease—only the shifting fabric and the sudden warmth of her breath against your bare thighs betrayed her presence.
You gasped as her palms smoothed up your legs, pushing them further apart. Cool air hit your exposed core for only a second before Lilith’s hot mouth was on you.
Her tongue dragged slowly up your slit, savoring you, before circling your clit with deliberate, teasing strokes. A muffled, pleased hum vibrated against your pussy as she tasted you properly.
“Fuck— Lily…” you moaned, your head falling back against the loveseat.
The thick layers of the gown hid her completely, making the sensations even more intense. You couldn’t see her, only feel the wicked work of her tongue and lips as she devoured you. She licked and sucked with expert precision—long, slow drags followed by quick flicks over your swollen clit, then dipping lower to push her tongue inside you.
Your hands fisted the fabric of your gown, bunching it up as your hips rolled helplessly against her mouth. Lilith responded by gripping your thighs firmly, holding you open while she feasted.
She was relentless. Every time you whimpered or moaned her name, she doubled down—sucking your clit between her lips and flicking it rapidly with the tip of her tongue until your legs started to tremble.
The antique loveseat creaked beneath you as your body tensed, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your core.
You were panting, biting your lip to try and stay quiet, but it was getting harder by the second.
Just as you felt yourself teetering dangerously close to the edge, you managed to gasp out a weak protest. “Lilith… wait—” you breathed, voice strained. “We’ll be late to our own wedding if you keep this up… we have the wedding night to—”
Lilith didn’t falter for even a second. If anything, she pressed her mouth more firmly against your dripping pussy, sucking your clit harder as her tongue flicked rapidly. Her muffled reply came up from beneath the fabric, husky and dripping with wicked amusement. “I can have you twice then, hmm?”
“How greedy…” you gasped. The sheer confidence and hunger in her voice made you chuckle breathlessly, the sound quickly melting into a deep, needy moan as she pushed you right back toward the brink.
Your thighs clamped around her head beneath the gown, hips jerking uncontrollably against her mouth.
Lilith didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, she slowed her movements, becoming gentler, more tender. Her tongue gave long, soothing strokes along your sensitive folds, easing you down from the high.
You slumped back against the loveseat, chest heaving as you tried desperately to catch your breath.
Then you heard footsteps approached the door, both you and Lilith froze.
"Oh, shit." The words had barely left your mouth before the handle began to turn.
You sat ramrod straight, trying your best to look normal.
The door swung fully open and there stood Lucifer. You sighed in relief.
The moment he saw you, his entire face lit up. It was almost unfair. "Oh." The word escaped him quietly.
You felt your cheeks warm.
Lucifer took a step inside.
His gaze never left you. "Love, you look..."
His hand pressed against his chest. "You look incredible."
Your heart immediately melted.
Lucifer shook his head. "No, incredible isn't right."
"Words have failed me."
"Lucifer—" Why wasn't Lilith getting out of there? This was about to get really awkward.
"I'm serious."
Lucifer let out a dramatic sigh. "Honestly, nothing compares."
"Lucifer."
"I'm apologizing in advance, by the way."
You blinked. "For what?"
"For entering without permission. But in my defense, it wasn't entirely my fault—" Then Lucifer stopped his ramblings suddenly and narrowed his eyes as he got a closer look at your face.
You felt a bead of sweat form.
"Wait. I know that expression."
Your heart immediately began pounding. You forced out a nervous chuckle. "What expression?" You had no idea why you were acting like you had something to hide.
Lucifer’s gaze drifted over your flushed cheeks, your slightly parted lips, and the way your chest was still rising and falling a little too quickly. A slow, knowing grin began to spread across his face.
“That glow,” he murmured, almost reverently. “You think I wouldn't know? As if I haven't spent countless times putting that expression on your face.”
He took another step forward.
“Lucifer—” you started, voice cracking.
Before you could say anything else, you felt Lilith’s hands slowly slide up your thighs beneath the heavy layers of the gown. Your entire body jolted.
Her breath ghosted hot against your still-sensitive pussy. Then her tongue — slow, deliberate, and utterly shameless — dragged lazily through your folds again.
You bit down hard on your lip to stifle a moan, fingers digging into the velvet cushions.
Lucifer’s eyebrows shot up. “Darling? You okay?”
“Y-Yes! Perfectly fine!” you squeaked, a little too high-pitched.
Under the gown, Lilith chuckled silently against your skin, the vibration making your hips twitch. She gave your clit a soft, teasing suck, clearly enjoying your struggle to keep a straight face.
Lucifer tilted his head, that mischievous grin widening. “You know… you’re looking exceptionally radiant right now. Almost like someone already got a head start on the wedding night.” He tapped his chin.
He took one more step closer, eyes sparkling with amusement and growing heat. “Lily,” he called out lightly, voice laced with laughter, “you can come out now. I can see the dress moving. Haven't you teased our soon-to-be bride enough?"
A few moments later, Lilith emerged from under the skirts, lips glistening, cheeks flushed, and a very satisfied smirk on her face.
“Still breathing, darling?” she teased softly, “You look absolutely ravishing when you come for me.”
You huffed in mock-anger, though the effect was ruined by the way your voice still trembled and your cheeks burned. “You are both impossible,” you grumbled.
As you tried to catch your breath, still flushed and hazy from your orgasm, you noticed the way Lucifer’s gaze had darkened. The queen had taken part in the feast, so how could the king resist?
You knew exactly what your fiancé was thinking.
“Oh no you don’t—” you started, half-laughing, half-protesting as you tried to escape. You twisted on the loveseat, turning over, gripping the curved wooden arms for leverage as you attempted to crawl away.
It was a very half-hearted escape.
Lucifer’s hands were on your waist in an instant. He pulled you right back against him with a low, delighted chuckle, your back pressing flush to his chest.
“Going somewhere, my love?” he murmured against your ear, voice rich with amusement and heat. His fingers dug into your hips through the layers of silk and lace, holding you in place. “After Lily got to enjoy such a sweet appetizer? That hardly seems fair.”
You shivered as he kissed the side of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
Lucifer’s hands slid lower, gathering handfuls of your skirts and slowly dragging them up the back of your thighs. You felt the cool air hit your still-sensitive, bare skin again as he pressed his growing hardness against your ass, grinding slowly.
You let out a shaky moan, gripping the arms of the loveseat tighter. “We’re going to be so late…” you protested weakly, even as you instinctively arched back into him.
“Fashionably late,” Lucifer corrected smoothly, nipping at your earlobe. One of his hands slipped beneath the bunched fabric, fingers teasing along your soaked folds.
He freed himself with a low groan and pressed the head of his cock against your slick entrance. “Forgive me, darling,” he murmured, “but I can’t wait another second.”
He thrust into you in one smooth, deep stroke, filling you completely. You cried out, gripping the arms of the loveseat as your body stretched around him.
Lucifer didn’t hold back. He set a steady rhythm, hips snapping against your ass with every thrust, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with your desperate moans.
At the same time, Lilith moved in front of you. She cupped your face with both hands, her golden eyes gleaming with wicked delight.
“Look at you,” she purred, voice dripping with teasing affection.
She leaned in and captured your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, swallowing every moan Lucifer pulled from you. When she pulled back, she trailed her lips down your jaw and latched onto your neck, sucking hard enough to leave dark hickeys blooming across your skin.
Her hands slid down to your chest, tugging the front of your gown low enough to free your breasts, squeezing and kneading them as her thumbs brushed over your hardened nipples
Lucifer growled, one hand tightening on your hip while the other reached around to rub your clit in tight circles.
“Fuck— you’re clenching around me so perfectly,” he groaned, pounding into you harder. “Taking me so well, our beautiful bride…”
You were lost in the overwhelming rhythm of Lucifer thrusting deep inside you when a sudden, hazy realization cut through the pleasure: Lilith had been devouring you earlier and teasing you relentlessly, but she hadn’t come yet.
That simply wouldn’t do.
With a needy, determined sound, you shifted forward on your hands and knees, reaching for her. You grabbed Lilith’s hips and pulled her closer. She didn’t resist at all — instead, she let out a pleased, surprised laugh and eagerly moved with you, spreading her thighs wider.
“Needy little bride,” she purred, voice husky with arousal.
You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you tugged her panties aside with impatient fingers and buried your face between her thighs, dragging your tongue hungrily up her soaked folds.
Lilith moaned beautifully, one hand sinking into your hair as she held you against her. She was dripping wet, sweet and addictive on your tongue. You licked and sucked at her clit with the same fervor she’d shown you earlier, sliding your tongue inside her before focusing back on that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Fuck… yes, just like that,” she gasped, hips rolling against your mouth.
Behind you, Lucifer’s rhythm faltered for a moment as he watched the scene unfold. The sight of both of you made him groan deeply, the sound raw and filthy.
“Fucking hell…” he breathed, his grip on your hips tightened almost bruisingly as he started fucking you deeper, clearly losing some of his usual control. “That’s our perfect girl.”
Every powerful thrust from Lucifer pushed your mouth firmer against Lilith’s pussy, making her moan louder. She kept one hand tangled in your hair, guiding you.
“You’re doing so well, darling,” Lilith praised breathlessly, her golden eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “You’re going to make me come all over that pretty face.”
You devoured Lilith with renewed hunger, sucking her clit between your lips and flicking your tongue rapidly while sliding two fingers deep inside her, curling them just the way you knew she loved. At the same time, Lucifer pounded into you harder, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you with every stroke, his fingers rubbing tight, fast circles over your clit.
Lilith’s thighs began to tremble around your head, grinding against your mouth, her fingers tightening almost painfully in your hair.
Lucifer's hips snapped forward with sharp, deep thrusts, burying himself to the hilt again and again. “You feel too fucking good… both of you like this— I can’t hold back.”
You moaned loudly against Lilith’s clit, the vibrations pushing her right to the edge. Her back arched, eyes fluttering shut as she cried out.
Lilith came first with a beautiful, broken moan, her pussy clenching hard around your fingers as she flooded your tongue with her release. You kept licking her through it, greedy for every drop.
The sight and sound of Lilith coming on your face finally broke Lucifer. With a deep, guttural groan, he slammed into you one last time and came hard, pulsing deep inside you as his hips jerked with every thick spurt. His fingers dug into your waist, holding you flush against him while he filled you.
For a long moment, the only sounds were heavy breathing and soft, satisfied whimpers.
Lilith gently stroked your hair, still trembling slightly as she caught her breath. Lucifer leaned forward, pressing his forehead against your back, his cock still buried inside you as he placed lazy kisses along your spine.
“Seven Hells…” Lucifer murmured, voice hoarse. “You’re going to be the death of us.”
Lilith laughed breathlessly, cupping your flushed, glistening face. “And what a way to go.”
You were still shaking between them, thoroughly used and glowing with pleasure, your wedding gown a wrinkled, disheveled mess.
Eventually, Charlie discovered exactly what had happened, and neither Lucifer nor Lilith escaped the consequences. The two of them stood side by side while Charlie delivered a thoroughly deserved scolding, looking remarkably like children caught causing trouble rather than the rulers of Hell. Bee and Ozzie watched with undisguised amusement, clearly enjoying every second of their downfall. Meanwhile, you were utterly incapable of participating because you were unable to stand at all. Curled up on the couch, you could only watch as your future spouses endured their punishment, neither of them looking particularly apologetic. In fact, the occasional smug glance they exchanged suggested they considered the entire ordeal well worth it.
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you chose your own dress cuz imagine if you let the lucilith go overboard and let them choose the dress on the wedding:
Lilith: money is no issue, our fiancée needs the BEST
The boutique owner: then i know the PERFECT gown for the bride!
I get the feeling that Vaggi and Lilith will not get along in the beginning because of their past actions and their different views on what’s best for Charlie. But I know one thing they might have in common!
I’m sure Lilith will eventually find respect and trust for Vaggi, despite her being a former exorcist. As well as understanding that the choices that they’ve made were against their will. Hopefully their relationship as MIL and DIL is not fast paced, I want them to take their time and get used to one another. At least for two seasons, and then eventually working together, having a cool fight scene against Lute in the final season.
Here’s what I imagine as their morning after. I’m including this to the Lucilith“Easy”bundle I did a few months ago. Let your wild and spicy imagination do the job. 🫣
Sitting in Lucifer's lap facing away from him. Your back against his chest. Body naked.
And your legs spread wide open in front of a mirror.
He makes you watch the way he spreads your plush lips open with his fingers. Makes you watch the way he toys with your clit, drawing circles in your tender flesh, before sinking two digits inside you all the way to the knuckle.
"Look at you..." He urges breathlessly as he slowly slides them in and out. his eyes eagerly drink in the sight of you. As if all the world's beauty was laid before him and he needed you to bear witness with him. The way your tight heat stretches and makes room for his touch. The color in your cheeks from the slight embarrassment as you watch his hand.
Super early Father’s Day art. More doodles to come, featuring different stages of Charlie’s life!
The two panel’s silhouette are suppose to be old fashion cameras and a journalist from the early 19th century. Was too lazy to actually draw them out, but they look hella confusing without details. Oh well! There’s more to come so stay tuned.
A date with Lucifer that starts with you and him walking through his apple orchard, collecting red apples in a basket on your arm.
You showed up in a new sundress that hugged you beautifully. And every time you would bend over to pick up an apple off the ground, or when you stood up on your tip-toes to grab an apple off a branch, the skirt would rise up your thighs. It nearly gave him a glimpse of your panties a couple times, but ever the gentleman Lucifer looked away, despite the strain growing in his pants.
The final straw was when you bit into a bright red apple to taste it... your tongue sliding across your lips to collect some of the juice that lingered there as you looked deep into him with those big beautiful eyes, bright with awe, humming at the sweet taste. Some of the juice even dribbled onto your breasts and into your cleavage...
Now your basket and the half-eaten apple have been discarded in the grass. And you were on the ground with your back against an apple tree. And the king's mouth between your thighs, moaning into your pussy like you were the sweetest thing in this whole orchard.
