𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You thought your job as the babysitter of Lucifer's daughter would keep you safe from temptation and you never expected to be tempted by him. But when the opportunity arises, you find it impossible to maintain your professional distance.
"Would you like anything else, sir?" You asked, turning around to the man who had just spoken to you. But he shook his head, and you smiled as he walked away. Following him with your eyes for a while longer, you sat down on the couch, resting your head back against it.
Too bad you were not the hit-and-run type; otherwise, you would have taken advantage of the situation already. But these things didn't interest you, especially since you were babysitting that man's daughter. And you didn't believe in love at first sight or anything like that anyway. Let alone with a man who was literally walking and talking sex on legs.
You sighed, crossing your hands behind your neck and stretching your legs out in front of you, when suddenly, a cough made you reopen your them quickly. You looked around and found him in front of you again, staring at you with a drink in his hand.
"Excuse me, but can you move, my dear? I usually sit there to relax after a long day."
Fuck... And you thought you would have the couch all to yourself this time. But you nodded quietly and moved a little. This wasn't your home after all.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," you answered, looking down, but not without catching the slight smile he gave you.
Lucifer then turned to look fully at you and smirked when he realized that you were clearly staring at him from the corner of your eyes. Embarrassed, you smiled back as soon as you noticed. You knew that you couldn't stare at a man just like that, especially if he looked like he was crafted by God himself.
Taking a deep breath to calm down, you tried to relax again, reaching into your pocket. While looking for your mobile phone to at least distract yourself, your hand touched his, and instantly, you felt chills running through your body, turning into a throbbing ache between your legs.
"So, my daughter is finally in bed and sleeping? It would've taken me hours, if I'm being honest here. You're good at what you do, but I don't think that's the only thing you're good at."
"Excuse me, sir?" You froze at his words.
You didn't know what else to say, and you didn't really want to ask. Still, you had other things on your mind, and apparently, he knew all about it.
The silence felt between you and Lucifer felt uncomfortable as he took a slow sip of his drink. Even a movement as simple as drinking made him look more otherworldly—dangerously alluring.
"You seem nervous," he smirked, swirling the drink in his glass. "Why is that?"
Your heart started racing. "I wouldn"t say nervous, sir. Just... alert."
He laughed, quiet and knowing. "Alert? To what, exactly?"
You swallowed hard. You couldn't admit that your body was reacting to his presence in ways you hadn’t expected. You couldn't admit that every movement he made sent heat through your body, making you feel like you were burning alive.
"Nothing, sir. I just like to be aware of my surroundings."
He leaned in slightly, close, but not too much. "And do you like what you see?"
You inhaled deeply, but before you could answer, he smirked and leaned back into the couch. "Never mind, I already know the answer." Then, after a pause, he added, "You intrigue me."
Your breath hitched at his words, but after a couple of minutes of silence, you finally felt calmer. Lucifer still smiled at you every now and then, slightly biting his lower lip before he glanced towards the bathroom, until he stood up and walked away, disappearing quite quickly.
That was an invitation, wasn't it?
But what if you were misunderstanding everything?
You shook your head. No, you definitely didn't misunderstand what he was hinting at. He looked at you first, then the bathroom, then you again, with a smirk and he was definitely biting his lower lip. But that damn smirk...
You immediately got up from the couch and walked towards the bathroom, but as soon as you reached the door, you stopped. What the hell were you doing? You are the babysitter for that man's daughter! You couldn't do that... Right?
Still, you reached for the door, your fingers hesitating over the handle. This was a terrible idea. You knew it. Every rational part of you screamed to turn around and walk away. But then you thought about the way he had looked at you—the smirk, his knowing in his eyes...
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you pushed the door open.
Lucifer stood at the sink, his hands gripping the edge of the sink, head bowed as if lost in thought. But the second he saw you through the mirror, he lifted his head, his expression unreadable. He didn’t look surprised. If anything, he looked amused.
"You took longer than I expected," he whispered.
Your breath hitched as you stepped inside and closed the door behind you.
"Should I leave?" You asked, your voice steadier than you felt.
Lucifer turned then, slowly, his eyes looking you up and down. "Do you want to?"
You didn't answer.
He took a step forward, closing the space between you in an instant. His fingers touched your wrist, sliding up your arm, sending a shiver through you. When his hand finally found the collar of your shirt, he pulled you closer—not rough, not forceful, just enough to make your pulse race.
"You’ve been watching me all night," he said, his voice almost thoughtful. "I wonder if you even realize how much you give yourself away."
You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, he kissed you.
It wasn't careful. It was the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt, no space to breathe. You barely had time to react before your back hit the sink, his body pressing against yours. Instinct took over—you gripped his shirt, pulling him even closer, your fingers tangling in his hair.
"Tell me," he mumbled against your lips, his hands gripping your waist. "Is this what you wanted?"
You exhaled sharply, your body betraying you as you arched into him, the cool edge of the sink pressing into your lower back. The heat radiating off Lucifer was intoxicating, his scent—an intoxicating blend of whiskey, spice, and something darker—curling around your senses like a vice.
"I don't know what I want," you murmured, voice unsteady.
He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head, amusement flickering in those devilishly dark eyes. "Liar." His fingers trailed up your arm, before stopping beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Tell me, love... what is it you truly desire?"
A shudder went through your body at his words, the way his voice wrapped around them like a spell, making you want more. "Y-You," you whispered, lips barely parting. "I wanted you from the first moment I saw you."
Something changed immediately. His grip on your hips tightened, fingers pressing into your flesh as he backed you further into the sink, his body trapping yours effortlessly. "Now, that's more like it," he answered with a smirk.
His mouth was on you before you could take another breath, a greedy, urgent kiss against your jaw, moving downward with a hunger that made your knees buckle. He held you effortlessly, one arm holding your waist as he tilted your head to the side. He took his time, kissing, licking, nipping at your skin until he found that spot that made you gasp. And then he bit down—not enough to truly hurt, but enough to brand, enough to make your entire body tremble in response.
"Lucifer," you gasped, gripping his shoulders for support, your nails digging into his expensive suit.
"Yes, darling?" His voice seemed amused, though the way his hands touched your body said he was barely keeping himself restrained. "I do love hearing my name from those beautiful lips. Do say it again."
Your response was cut off by the way he suddenly lifted you onto the sink, standing between your spread thighs, his hands slipping beneath your shirt. He took his time, pulling it up inch by inch, fingertips moving along your skin in a way that made you shiver, before he finally pulled it over your head and tossed it aside.
"Beautiful," he said, holding your chin with his fingers, before moving them downward and over your breasts. "So beautiful."
His mouth went down before you could respond, claiming one nipple with a slow, torturous suck while his other hand teased and squeezed the other. The feeling was maddening—his tongue licking, teeth biting, lips sucking—until you were shaking beneath him, your body aching for more.
But just as quickly as he’d praised you with attention, he pulled back, leaving you breathless and wanting. The loss of his touch made you whimper, but he only smirked, his fingers moving down and over your inner thigh. "Patience, darling. Good things come to those who wait."
Your breath hitched as he suddenly spun you around, bending you over the sink easily. His hands ran down your spine before stopping on your hips. He squeezed the flesh almost too slowly before dragging your pants and panties down, without any kind of hesitation.
And then, without warning, one hand landed on your ass. The sting made you cried out, your hands gripping the edge of the sink, your thighs trembling even more.
"Such pretty sounds," Lucifer whispered, giving it another hard slap. "I think I want to hear more."
Again. And again. Each slap was just hard enough, punishing you until you were panting, your skin burning because of his touch.
Just when you thought you might break, so close to sobbing, his fingers moved lower, spreading your thighs for him. "Trembling for me so much?" He asked, suddenly pushing a finger to your clit. "And I've barely even touched you."
You whined, pushing back against his hand, desperate for more. He smirked, pushing one finger inside you, punishingly slow, before adding another. He thrust them deep, curling just right, only for him to pull away again, leaving you empty and needy.
"Lucifer—!"
He only laughed. "Not yet, love. I’m not nearly finished playing with you."
Before you could protest, he dropped to his knees behind you, his hands gripping your thighs roughly. Then, you felt his warm breath over your dripping pussy, and you barely had a moment to think, knowing what he was about to do, before his tongue licked a slow line from your clit to your asshole.
The feeling was shocking, new and overwhelming, making you choke out a strangled moan from deep within you. His tongue was working you open, switching between teasing kisses and deep, sinful licks that left you whimpering before he pulled back once more.
"Ah, ah," he smiled against you. "Patience, love."
Patience.
As if that were possible.
Your fingers dug into the sink, trying desperately to hold on for dear life. Lucifer held you there, on the edge, but never letting you fall.
And oh, how the Devil loved to make you beg.
He soon moved his tongue against your clit, a light touch that made your thighs nearly give out. And then, without warning, he pushed it as deep as he could inside you, fucking you with his tongue in a way that almost made you scream.
Lucifer had no intention of making this easy.
He was toying with you.
He moaned against your pussy, the vibration making your hips buck in desperation. The man knew exactly what he was doing—how to keep you close to madness, how to push you just close enough to orgasm before ripping it away.
Then, he sucked your clit into his mouth, rolling it between his lips with just enough pressure to make you see stars.
Your head fell back, your mouth opening in a silent scream. You rocked your hips back against his mouth, seeking more, needing more—anything to push you over that edge already, even though you thought for a second how embarrassingly fast you went to that point.
But just as you were about to come, Lucifer stopped. Again.
You whimpered, your whole body trembling with need, but he only laughed against your thigh. "Tsk, tsk," he said. "So desperate, darling."
You moved your head, glaring at him, panting. "Please." Your voice cracked slightly with frustration. "Please, Lucifer. Fuck! Just let me come…"
He growled. But still, he did not let you fall.
Before you could beg, his fingers pushed back inside you, only to press against that devastating spot deep inside you. The moment he found it, he didn't stop—thrusting deep and slow, relentlessly rubbing against it with each movement.
At the same time, his mouth was back on your clit, sucking, licking, devouring.
It was devastating.
Your body couldn’t take it. The orgasm built impossibly fast.
Lucifer knew.
He could feel the way you clenched around his fingers, the way your thighs trembled, the way your breaths were just helpless gasps.
And just as you were about to shatter?
"Come for me. Now."
The orgasm hit you like an explosion.
Your eyes closed, your body shaking uncontrollably as you came. A choked scream escaped your throat, your pussy clenching around his fingers, soaking his hand as he continued.
He didn’t stop.
Not even when your body trembled violently, not even when the feeling became too much to handle.
He was thoroughly prolonging your orgasm until you thought you might pass out from the intensity of it.
When he finally stood up, leaving his fingers right where he'd left them, his lips moved up your spine, his kisses leaving behind only heat.
"You can take more," he whispered against your shoulder, smirking.
You whimpered, shaking your head, but he didn’t care.
His fingers slowed, but the way he moved them—deep, without mercy—was even worse than before. It had you squirming, but he held you against the sink, refusing to let you pull away from his touch.
"Too much?" He asked with amusement. "Oh, darling… I haven’t even begun to ruin you yet."
And then, just when you thought he might give you a moment to breathe, he slid a third finger inside you.
You gasped, your body arching back against him. The stretching feeling burned in the most sinful way, you couldn't deny it.
"Fuck, you feel amazing, my dear," Lucifer groaned, his free hand sliding up your stomach, finding one breast, rolling your aching, sensitive nipple between his fingers. "Your poor little body is trying so hard to keep up."
His mocking voice only made the heat inside you burn hotter.
You whimpered as he thrust his fingers deeper, harder.
It was too much. Too intense.
Your walls clenched around his fingers, your body betraying you despite the overwhelming feeling. You were already close to another orgasm, and you knew he wasn’t going to let you have it so easily.
"Lucifer," you moaned, your voice shaking. "Please—"
He pulled his fingers out suddenly, cruelly.
You let out a broken sob, your body aching from the loss, from the unbearable emptiness he left behind.
"Hush," he whispered, moving his soaked fingers up your belly, and soon over your trembling lips. "Be a good girl and clean them up."
You parted your lips, letting him push his fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself on them. His smirk seemed downright wicked as he watched you suck greedily on his fingers, obeying him without hesitation.
He groaned, his other hand gripping your throat, tilting your head back so you were completely at his mercy.
"Look at you," he said. "So sweet."
He pulled his fingers from your mouth, smearing them across your lips before leaning in, licking it off himself. The kiss that followed was deep, his tongue sliding into your mouth, making sure you tasted every part of yourself.
You needed him.
Needed him inside you. Needed him to fuck you, break you, take you apart completely.
"Lucifer," you whimpered, grinding back against him, feeling his thick, hard cock pressing against you. "Please. Please."
Then, in one sudden movement, he lifted you off the floor.
You gasped as he was spinning you around, placing you on the cold marble.
"Spread your legs for me again," he ordered, his voice sounding so dark, so irresistible.
You obeyed instantly, spreading your thighs wide for him.
Lucifer devoured the sight. His tongue licked over his bottom lip as he took you in, his expression downright feral.
You shuddered as he teased your pussy again, rubbing his cock against your sensitive clit, letting you feel just how thick he was.
"Tell me," he said, looking into your eyes. "Tell me exactly what you want."
Your breath hitched. You knew that if you didn’t say it, he would keep this going until you completely lost your mind.
"I—" Your voice was cracking, your body aching. "Lucifer. Please."
He hummed, pretending to consider it, but his smirk told you he was only enjoying your desperation.
"And?" He responded, his cock sliding forward, pressing right against your pussy.
"And… I want you to fuck me," you whispered in response. "Take me. Please."
His eyes darkened.
In one sudden, hard thrust, he buried himself inside you.
Lucifer groaned, his head dropping against your shoulder as he stopped for a moment, enjoying the way you gripped him.
"Fuck," he hissed. "You feel sinful."
Then—without warning—he pulled out almost completely… and slammed back in.
You cried out, your whole body arching as he fucked you deep and slow, each thrust feeling punishing.
"Look at you. Taking me so well. Such a good girl," he praised as he pulled his cock out torturously slow, leaving just the tip inside before thrusting back deep, hitting you exactly where you needed him.
Lucifer could tell you were close again already. He could feel it.
His fingers moved down your stomach, slow, teasing, cruel. You knew what he was going to do, knew he was about to push you into madness once more.
And then—his fingers found your clit.
You cried out.
The moment he started touching it, your entire body tensed, your walls clenching down on his cock.
"Yes," he groaned, feeling you squeeze him tighter. "Just like that... Come undone for me."
His voice was pure sin, his fingers moving faster, his thrusts hitting deeper, harder, perfectly on rhythm, pounding you straight into oblivion.
You couldn’t fight it anymore.
As your next orgasm hit, you screamed his name, your entire body going stiff, your lust tearing you apart.
Lucifer still didn’t stop.
He kept thrusting until you were shaking, barely able to breathe. But his own movements turned rougher, more desperate.
For so long, he had kept himself in control, focused only on you—but now, with the way you were clenching so perfectly around him, with the way you had completely given yourself to him, he finally let himself come as well.
"Fuck," he growled, his voice strained, his rhythm losing control.
His hands slid up your body, gripping your throat, tilting your head back. His lips found your jaw, your neck, breathing heavily against your skin.
"You feel so damn good," he groaned. "I should keep you like this forever."
"Lucifer," you whispered, voice strained and needy.
And that was it.
His grip tightened, his movements turned animalistic, and with one last deep, brutal thrust, he finally let himself go. He buried himself inside you completely, his cock pulsing, coming hard into your wrecked body.
After he stopped, he didn’t pull away—not yet. He stayed there, still inside you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close.
For a moment, all you could hear was the sound of your uneven breaths, the fast beating of your heart.
Indeed, the bathroom was silent except for the sound of your shallow breathing. Your legs still trembled, your skin still burned where his hands had been, and yet, as reality came back, you felt something else—guilt.
You pressed your palms against the sink, trying to steady yourself. This wasn't supposed to happen. This couldn't happen. You were supposed to be the responsible one. The professional.
And yet, you had let him claim you like you were always meant to be his.
A small part of you, beneath the guilt, whispered that you had never felt more alive than in those moments with him. That his touch, his words, everything—had awoken something in you.
But that didn't change the facts. You were the babysitter. He was the father of the child you were meant to take care of.
And you had just crossed a line you could never uncross.
You exhaled shakily, forcing yourself to look at your reflection in the mirror. "What have I done?" You whispered to yourself.
But there was no answer. Just your own desperate, conflicted thoughts.
Lucifer ran a hand through his hair, letting a out a deep, satisfied breath as he leaned against the bathroom counter. His smirk was still there, but deep down, he felt... different.
He had been with many women before, seduced them effortlessly, had them begging for him. But this was different. You were different.
There was something about you that made him want more than just sex. Something about the way you melted beneath his touch yet fought against what was so clearly between you both.
He knew he was pushing you, teasing you, breaking you down little by little until you couldn’t resist him anymore. But for the first time in a long time, he wondered if he was the one losing control instead.
You finally found your voice, breathless, heart still racing. "Sir…" You could barely speak, your body still trembling from what had just happened.
But Lucifer's smile was satisfied as he watched you. But for you? The ecstasy was slipping away. All you could think about was what you'd just done. You were the babysitter—his daughter's babysitter. You’d just been fucked by the father of the child you were meant to take care of. It hit you all at once.
You pushed yourself away from him, your legs weak and shaky. You almost stumbled, catching yourself against the bathroom wall. "Oh my God," you whispered in disbelief, covering your face with your hands. You couldn't believe this was real. "What did we just do? This… this can't be happening."
"God? Oh, my dear, I’d wager He enjoyed the show."
Your face burned with embarrassment. "I can’t believe this. I’m supposed to be babysitting your daughter—not…" You gestured helplessly around the room, as if the walls themselves would give you the right words.
"And not getting thoroughly fucked by her father?" Lucifer answered as he watched you, never once looking away. "Tell me, darling, what does it look like we just did?"
"Sir," you stammered, unable to look at him anymore. You grabbed your clothes, fumbling with them, trying to pull yourself together in any way you could. "I—I should leave. This… this is all wrong. I’m the babysitter, and we… We shouldn’t have—"
He stepped closer, his fingers touching your chin lightly, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to look into his eyes. "Wrong?" His voice was calm, almost teasing. "You think this was wrong? Do you really? Because you seem to be assuming that something consensual, something we both wanted and enjoyed, could possibly be… wrong."
Your heart raced again. You bit your lip, trying to calm down, but this was too much. You wanted to say something—anything—that would make this make sense. But all that came out was a shaky breath. "It’s just… it’s fucked up! I’m here to take care of your daughter, not to…"
"Not to what?" He took another step closer, his hand sliding down your arm. "Not to sleep with me? Which, as we both know, is exactly what we've been doing? Or is it that you’re refusing to give in to what you’ve been wanting all along?"
You sighed, trying to push down the feelings, but it was impossible—especially not when you could still feel him inside you, feel what he’d given you. Your hands clenched at your sides, still trembling. "It’s… complicated, okay?" You admitted, barely able to catch your breath. "You’re literally my employer, and…"
Lucifer let out a laugh, shaking his head as he stepped back, giving you space but still keeping his gaze on you. "Is that what’s bothering you? The employer-employee nonsense? Or is there something else?" His voice was calm now. "Tell me, darling. Tell me what's really going on in that beautiful, conflicted head of yours."
You swallowed hard. "I just… I don’t want things to get weird. I don’t want you to think less of me for… for giving in." The words were hard to get out, but the truth was there, even if it made you feel awkward.
Lucifer stepped back, crossing his arms. "Think less of you?" He let out a slow breath. "Darling, you have no idea how much I’ve thought about this. About you." His voice turned into a whisper, dark and seductive. "How much I enjoy you… how much I enjoy seeing you bend over, losing yourself to me."
Your breathing stopped, the words sinking in slowly. "Wait, you… so you... like, like me?" You asked, almost too stunned to speak.
"Of course. More than I probably should, given… well, our current arrangement." His voice was full of desire as he nodded.
You blinked, your thoughts racing. "But why didn’t you say anything before?"
"Timing is everything," he replied with a shrug, his hands casually slipping into his pockets. "Perhaps I was waiting for the right moment. Or perhaps I enjoyed watching you crack, watching that resistance crumble bit by bit, until you couldn’t take it anymore."
You laughed nervously, a hand pushing your hair back, trying to hide the blush that had spread across your face. "You really are some sort of devil, aren't you?"
Lucifer's smirk widened. "Oh, I most certainly am, in more ways than one. But, darling…" His voice softened as he took a step closer, his hands gently holding your waist. "If you feel the same way about this little situation… there’s no pressure. No rush. Just... us. Because I can assure you, this is just the beginning of something… divine."
HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN BARBIE?? IF YES TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT ABOUT IT!! IF NOT WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?🤭
Obviously Lucifer would force them to go with matching outfits, and everytime Ken did something for Barbie he would look at chloe like "I also do that 🥴" 😭😭
