hi I don’t know if you do requests or not but if you would like can I request mean dom afab reader who wears a mini skirt and subby needy lucifer if you would like?
omg I literally love you for requesting this. I loved writing this?? but anyways, i hope you like it anon!
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Warnings- use of 'puppy', use of 'ma'am', orgasm denial (kinda), use of 'slut', i think that's it for the most part
a/n. sorry for the long wait, i’ve been on vacation
Lucifer had several problems to deal with.
One was trying to get Diavlo and the rest of his brothers to sign off on a petition he needed.
Another was trying to stop Beelzebub from eating everything in the house.
And another was trying to stop staring at you and your cute skirt.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off of how it swayed around your thighs and barely covered your ass. He couldn’t help but hope that you would bend over and he would get the smallest glance at whatever was underneath.
Whether it was shorts, underwear, or neither. He would be lucky to get a look.
Lucifer was sitting at breakfast, Asmodeus was talking about none other than the skirt you had on. It was a short pink one he had bought you. Asmodeus was still talking about the brand when you turned to stare at a red faced Lucifer.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when you looked over, the look on your face was anything but happy. He turned away quickly, but not quickly enough.
“Why are you staring at me?” You asked and stuffed a piece of pancake into your mouth, not moving your gaze from his bright red face. The table had gone silent now, all of them were either staring at you or Lucifer.
Mammon was about to say something about how red Lucifer’s face was, but you beat him to it. “Your face is really dark red right now.” You turned back to stare down at your plate while he sank in his seat.
“He’s probably sick.” Beel chipped in, Lucifer cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. “Yes. I should stay home today.” He glanced at you, but you were back to talking with Asmodeus.
After the seven of you had finished, you all left for school, leaving Lucifer at the table to finish his breakfast. But he was busy thinking about other things. He pushed his plate away and hurried off towards his room.
Lucifer almost had a heart attack when he saw you walk down the hall out of Satan’s room. “MC.” He said, and backed towards the wall to give you space.
“Lucifer.” You waved with a book in your hand. It was a textbook. You’d just left it in Satan’s room, that was all. But it fell. The book fell right out of your hand and slammed against the floor.
You sucked in air and sighed loudly. Lucifer was still backed against the wall, staring at you, waiting for your next move.
And, as if you could read his mind, you bent over right in front of him. You snatched the book off the floor and turned around to look back at him. “What?” You asked and crossed your arms, the book tucked safely under your arm pit.
“I…” He started, his eyes trailing down to your legs. The skirt you were wearing looked like it had shrunk. Whether you pulled it up, or it had magically shrunken, it was now a few inches shorter than it had been when you left this morning.
He couldn’t pull his eyes away from it, and he couldn’t seem to form any words to tell you what he wanted. What he needed.
Lucifer finally looked up at you. Your expression was between a smile and a glare. “I was wondering why you weren’t in school.” He said, making a terrible attempt at a straight face.
“Uh-huh.” You nodded once and took another step towards him. He was now backed against the wall. You dropped the book onto the ground, slid one hand around his waist and pressed the other against the wall. “You’re sure that’s what you were wondering?” You tilted your head.
He nodded. “Mm… And there’s nothing else you want?” You leaned in, resting your lips on his neck. He nodded again. You pulled away and picked up your textbook.
“You’re a pervert, Lucifer.”
You turned and walked off, leaving Lucifer leaning against the wall to watch you go. He thought about telling you to wait, so he could have a chance to explain himself, but you were already gone.
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Lucifer was still in his room by the time you all got home. He didn’t dare leave his room, for fear that you would expose him in front of his brothers. But they would only get more suspicious if he wasn’t out there to bother them about homework or something like that.
He pulled himself out of bed and opened his door. You were standing there. Still in your uniform, mini skirt and all. You had your arms crossed again. “Maybe you really are sick.” You grimaced.
“I should come back-”
“No.” He reached out to grab your arm, but you took a step back. He pulled his arm back, embarrassed.
“So you just skipped school? The great Lucifer, ditching?” You didn’t drop your gaze once, it was almost like a staring contest between you two.
Lucifer swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
“Look, MC. You might have the wrong idea. I’m not a pervert.” There was a tone in his voice, he meant to make somewhat daunting, but it came out more smug. He also crossed his arms, though he wasn’t nearly as intimidating as you.
“Shut up, perv.” You pushed by him and into his room. He turned around to fall you immediately. “Sorry??” He asked and set his hand on your shoulder.
“You heard.” You sighed and brushed his hand off your shoulder. He stared at you, stunned. “Wha-” You pulled him over to his bed by his wrist. At this point, he was willing to do anything you wanted.
He sat down on his bed and you sat down on the small couch opposite to it. You pulled off your uniform jacket, leaving you in a black t-shirt and skirt. He hastily pulled off his own shirt, ready for whatever you were going to do.
You crossed one leg over the other, your skirt was now hitched all the way up your thighs. He stood to walk towards you, but you stopped him. “Sit.” You rested your arm over the back of the couch. He did as he was told, “Good puppy.” You grinned as he squirmed on his bed.
“You need something, puppy?” Your grin was still plastered on your face as he covered his mouth with one of his hands. “Yes…” He mumbled and stared down at his lap.
“What is it?” You leaned forward, his eyes flickered up to stare at your cleavage, and then back down at his lap. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” You stood, pretending to get ready to leave.
“I need you.” He blurted, his hands gripping the blanket. He stared up at you as you walked towards him. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He shook his head in reply. “Words.” You stated, using your finger to tilt his chin higher up.
“No, ma’am.” He was already shaking from your feather light touches on his face. You shook your head as well, “No, ma’am…” You repeated, almost mocking him.
You knelt down in front of him, your hands gently trailing down his body as you rested on your knees. You reached for the button on his jeans, then pulled back. “Say please.” You looked up at him.
“MC-” “I said say please, slut.” You picked at the button on his jeans. He shivered, his hips moving back and forth, trying to make friction on the denim material. “Please, please touch me. I-I need to feel you so bad.” His chest was heaving. You smiled at him again, kissing the corner of his mouth, making him smile just slightly.
“‘Course.” You nodded and unbuttoned his jeans, undoing the zipper and pulling them down to his knees. You tugged his boxers down as well, he was staring at the ceiling, biting harshly on his lower lip.
You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, you got a small moan from him in return. He was looking down at you now, watching as you pumped his length up and down. His breath was shaky, it was mixed in with some moans and whines as you squeezed and pumped.
You leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock gently, he let out a shaky moan in return. You opened your mouth and started to suck at his tip instead. He quickly moved his hand on top of your head, gripping at your hair. “MC, fuck!” He groaned quietly and pulled at your hair slightly.
You felt him start to push your head down more and you pulled back. “Why’d you-” “You really are a perv.” You stated and stood back up.
“No, I’m sorry. It just…” He sighed. “You’re sorry, huh?” You grinned again. “Apologize then. Properly.” You reached under your skirt and tugged your panties down and kicked them off. Lucifer’s mouth was wide open now. “Well puppy?” You tilted your head, crossing your arms again. “Or should I just leave right now?” He stared up at the ceiling again, considering if what small amount of his pride he had left was worth it. Who was he kidding? Of course it was.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.” He inhaled shakily. “And apologize for your slutty behavior.” You giggled quietly. “I’m sorry for being a slut.” He whispered, his head shot back into your direction when he heard a small whine from you.
Your eyes were squeezed shut and your hand was underneath your skirt, working away at your clit. He scooted closer to the edge of the bed, “Yeah, that works.” You smiled and looked down at him.
You leaned forward and pushed him against the bed, and crawled up onto his lap. You straddled his thighs and started rocking back and forth on his cock. Lucifer’s eyes were wide, his breathing was sporadic and loud. “MC… I need it so bad.” He sounded on the verge of tears while he begged for you to fuck him.
You smiled down at him and raised your hips, you grabbed ahold of his cock and positioned it in front of your wet hole. He reached up and held onto your hips, ready to start bouncing you up and down.
You sunk down onto his cock, your breath was stuck in your throat, and your mind was clouded. The only things you could think about was how well he filled you and how pretty he looked underneath you.
You started to move up and down, your hips almost had a mind of their own, just trying to go with the rhythm his moans had created. And even though he was a devil, Lucifer’s moans were angelic.
The whole situation in itself was too stimulating and you felt the knot in your stomach start to build. Lucifer's fingers dug into your hips, his hips thrusting up into you, trying to stay buried in you for as long as possible.
You looked at his face, his mouth was wide open and his eyes were filled with tears, some had already fallen. He was constantly just spewing compliments and small praises.
“It’s good, so good…”
“I-I need it, I need you to fuck me more.”
“I love it.”
Was all that could be made out from what he was trying to say. And you were too focused on your own high to care about what he was trying to say.
The knot finally snapped and you stopped, burying Lucifer’s cock as deep inside you as you could. Lucifer’s hands slid up your body and tried desperately to feel as much of you as he could while he could.
You stopped after another few seconds, your face was sweaty, but not nearly as bad as Lucifer. He was staring at you expectantly. But you stood back up, wincing at the empty feeling. You grabbed your panties and jacket.
“I’m sure you can deal with… That.” You gestured to his still hard cock as you headed towards the door. He didn’t dare say anything to stop you, though he’d wished he’d at least gotten a proper kiss from you.
