Imagine Vox man spreading on in his desk chair, beckoning you to come sit on his lap while he works.
When you perch your seat on his knee, he doesn’t even look at you, he just focuses on his work, scrolling holograms, going through emails, what have you.
He sips his morning coffee mug as you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder.
— “Comfortable there baby?”
He’d say, hardly acknowledging you. Yet his tone still seemed so.. flirtatious. (Holy fuck Vox I’m wet.)
Hi! I just started reading your post and your writing is excellent!! I was wondering if you could write a NSFW Lucifer x Reader , where Lucifer and Reader have been dating for a while but Lucifer is cautious in bed with Reader because he doesn’t want to scare her away with his dominant side, but reader actually is a sub and is into it? And keeps asking for him to show her his dominant side and on her birthday he does? Also can the reader have a praise kink too? If it’s too much I understand, thank you!
ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | “ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ” ——> ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.4ᴋ
Warnings: soft!dom!lucifer, monsterfucking (his demon form), he uses his tail to get you off, birthday sex, praise kink, afab!reader/ fem!reader, established relationship, creampie, rough-ish sex, p in v sex
a/n: hii love this req! I don’t really think of lucifer as a dom so I went for soft!dom, sorry if this is a bit iffy I just don’t see him that way 😭 other than that I loved writing this had sm fun haha hope you enjoy!
You traced the crook of Lucifer’s pale neck with your fingertip, sighing at the darkened purple marks and bruises littering his skin. He wrapped his arm around your waist, shivering slightly at your breath on his skin.
“What’s wrong?” He mumbled, voice muffled by the pillows and sheets. You let your head flop back, reveling in his warm embrace as an afterglow filled the air. “Nothing,” you muttered. He shifted around you, raising an eyebrow.
“Obviously it’s not nothing.”
You faltered, biting your lip before turning to him. “You know I can tell you hold back on me.” You rolled your eyes, clutching the displaced sheets around you as he turned to you, a blond lock falling over his forehead.
“And you know that I don’t want to scare you away.” He tried to wrap his arms around you but you shimmied away, and he looked at you despondently as you sat up, licking his lips nervously as his eyes fell on your body.
“You’d never scare me away,” you sighed. “It just doesn’t feel right.” You waved at the space between you and him. “It makes me feel like I’m not giving you enough… pleasure.”
“Pleasure?” he snickered, scooting towards you. You flushed as he wormed his way in between your legs, planting a kiss to your lips.
“Yes, pleasure,” you huffed. “We just fucked. You don’t have to make it… weird…!“ you trailed off as he began pressing more kisses, gradually becoming longer and deeper. You snaked your arms around his shoulders, tugging on the soft blond hair.
“How about we see how much pleasure I can give you?” He whispered breathlessly in between kisses, hands slipping around your waist. You bit back a moan.
“We just did,” you muttered, and his hand slipped in between your legs, eliciting a soft gasp. “Stop trying to change the subject. We were talking seriously-“ You cut off with a moan as he teased your entrance.
“Well we can talk about it in the morning.” His voice was husky on the shell of your ear. “Just let me make you feel good, ‘kay angel?” You sighed, slipping with him under the covers, unable to tear your eyes away from his triumphant grin.
“Fine.”
-
Morning came. You didn’t talk about it.
You pestered him for the rest of the day. You pestered him over breakfast. You two had to visit Charlie at the hotel, and you even pestered him there.
You leaned over as Charlie started animatedly explaining her project to open a library in the hotel. “You could dom me, you know,” you whispered. “If you’re into it, I wouldn’t mind.”
You watched as his face turned bright red, and he pushed you away. “Fuck’s sake, [name], not now,” he hissed under his breath.
“You won’t scare me away.”
“We can talk about it when we get home.”
You pressed your lips together in a pout, but didn’t say anything, just turned back to Charlie. Lucifer threw you a sidelong glance, licking his lips again before tearing his eyes away.
The ride home was tense. You turned to him, opened your mouth to talk. He glared at you.
“If it’s about that, then don’t even try.”
You huffed, rolled your eyes, and crossed your arms. “Pussy,” you muttered under your breath. You saw his grip tighten on the steering wheel, and assumed he’d grown angry, not noticing the way his face flushed and the way his heartbeat intensified.
He ignored you with a roll of his eyes, and your frustration festered.
You reached home. He still wouldn’t talk about it. You tried everything, from begging to seduction to bribery.
“I don’t get it,” you said, exasperated. “Why don’t you just fucking dominate me? Okay, it sounds weird and cringe when I say it like that, but-“
“You know what I don’t get?” Lucifer sighed, taking a sip from his mug, looking at you over the table. “Why you’re so hellbent on getting me to do that.”
You propped yourself up on your elbow, sighing but not saying anything, instead opting to glance out the window. Yeah, dude, I’m fucking into it, but I’m not gonna say it, am I? You sighed and picked at the foot on your plate, avoiding his pointed stare.
You glanced up at him, noticing a small smirk playing across his lips. You wondered if he could see your red face in the warm light, despite the darkness of the night out the window. “What?” You asked, miffed.
He shook his head wordlessly and turned his attention back on the food.
You chewed your lips, then rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the quickened thrum of your heartbeat.
“Whatever,” you muttered.
-
“Happy Birthday!” Charlie squealed, tossing a giant bucket of confetti in your face. You spluttered as a couple went inside your mouth.
“Charlie?” You squeaked. Lucifer circled his arm around your waist as Vaggie brought out a cake, decorated with lit candles. You bit back an excited squeal.
The room was dark when you had entered, but now the lights had switched on, revealing the hotel staff and residents who were all eager to surprise you. Confetti littered the floor, balloons stuck to the ceiling- and, in the back, a huge banner, spelling out “Happy Birthday [name]!” In colourful writing.
“You said we were coming for the library project,” you pointed out, jabbing Lucifer in the chest with a finger playfully. He chuckled, voice low as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“Surprise?” He tried. You threw your arms around him.
“‘Course,” you mumbled, voice muffled as you spoke into the crook of his neck.
You hugged Charlie, too, and Vaggie and Angel, but didn’t get the chance to greet anyone else before Charlie swept you onto the couch for presents and cake. Your heart fluttered with warmth, as you looked around at everyone.
“Thank you for this, Charlie,” you murmured. She laughed and hugged you again. “It wasn’t just my idea. It was dad’s too. And, well everyone else here.” She pulled away. “We kind of collectively had the thought to throw you this.” She placed the knife in your hand, motioning for you to make the first cut.
Angel Dust had switched on some music- albeit inappropriate, and once everyone had finished their portion of cake he dragged you over to the bar.
“So, toots,” he smirked, nodding at Husk to pour you both some drinks, “How’s it going with Short King?”
“Ugh, fine.” You rolled your eyes as Husk slid over a glass. Angel raised an eyebrow.
“That means, not fine.”
You didn’t say anything, instead taking an aggravated gulp from your drink. Angel traced the rim of his glass, hands on his hips. “So, you wanna talk about it? Wait, no, actually, let me guess what it is.” He began listing situations off of his fingers. “Doesn’t make ya cum.” You blanched, but he ignored it, continuing. “Bad kisser? Oh, I know.” He dropped his voice to a scandalous whisper, placing his hand on your shoulder and drawing you in. “He has a foot fetish.”
“No, no and no!” You swatted his hand away, full of embarrassment as you glanced at Husk, who was side-eyeing you both. You gulped. “You didn’t hear that, did you?”
Husk gave a languid shrug. “Just somethin’ ‘boutta foot fetish.”
You flinched. “Well, just know,” you said hysterically, “that I do not have a foot fetish.” You gestured wildly to the room. “No one here has a foot fetish.”
He at you blankly, clearly not interested. “Right.”
“It’s true!”
“I believe ya.”
“You don’t sound very convinced.”
He rolled his eyes, disappearing from the bar, clearly having had enough of you. Angel blew a kiss after him before turning back to you. “So, what really is it?”
“Nothing important.” You sighed and set your almost empty glass down with a clink. “He’s great, really. He’s sweet, he’s kind, thoughtful, funny, gentle-“
“So it is the sex.”
You didn’t say anything.
“Huh. You woulda thought someone like him that’s been ‘round for so long would be better at fucking, but I guess not.”
“N-no!” You spluttered. “You’ve got it wrong, he’s great at sex. It’s-“ you glanced around quickly- “it’s addictive, really. He’s that good.” You sighed. “It’s just…”
“Just…?”
“So. I think he’s- I think he’s like, a top or a dom or whatever, right?”
A giant grin crept its way onto Angel’s face. You ignored it, albeit annoyed, and ploughed on.
“But he’s holding back on me. He says he doesn’t want to scare me away or hurt me, but he won’t! It’s so dumb, really. And I keep asking him to show me what he’s- show me his- you know, and he won’t!”
“Well, why’re ya so hellbent on getting him to top you?” Angel quizzed, rolling back his shoulders as he threw a seductive glance at a grumpy Husk on the other side of the room. His eyes flicked back to you. “You given him a reason why he should?” He leaned forward.
“Well, no,” you grumbled. “But I don’t see why I need to.”
“You’re into it, aren’t ya?” He said, smirking. You flinched.
“Oh well like maybe.” You shrugged, face burning up. “Don’t see why that’s significant.”
Angel rolled his eyes. “Sure. Well, wishin’ ya luck.” He raised his glass. “Here’s to hopin’ he’ll finally rail you tonight.” You picked up your half- empty one and tapped them together with a clink.
“Cheers,” you muttered, downing the last few drops of alcohol from the bottom of the glass, as Angel followed suit.
“[name].” You turned to see Charlie standing behind you, her hand closing around your wrist as she dragged you into the dance floor- aka the center of the lobby. “Come dance with us!”
You let out a giddy laugh as she grabbed both your hands, bopping to the music. It was endearing. You twirled her around, and she picked you up and spun you before you twirled her again and released her into Vaggie’s arms, and her girlfriend swept her away into their own bubble as the music slowed.
Hands closer around your waist as you looked up to see Lucifer. “Hey,” you said breathlessly. He pressed you closer.
“Missed you,” he mumbled. You laughed again.
“We’ve been in the same room the whole time,” you teased, placing a hand on his chest. He smiled softly, eyes lidded as you snaked your arms around his shoulders.
“Well, we haven’t had much alone time together since the start of the day, have we?”
“We can have some together once we get home.” You winked at him. “Just you and-“
“Angel! The fuck is this romantic shit? Put on something cunty!” Cherri’s racous screams from the other side of the room cut across your suggestive sentence. The cyclops then ran over to you, grabbing you and pulling you over to herself.
Lucifer sighed as you slipped from his arms, the beat of the music thrumming through the ground. Cherri whooped. “Sorry, bitch, she’s mine for this song!” She yelled across to him. He chuckled and shook his head as Cherri’s voice struck out again.
“C’mon, [name], shake your ass like you mean it!”
And yours: “The fuck?! I can’t-“
“Yeah you can!”
“I’m not shaking my…” Your voice trailed off as he tuned you out, going to search for Husk to see if the cat was willing to show him another card trick.
-
“Fuck, that was awesome.” You flopped down next to him in the car, grinning. “Best birthday ever.” You sighed, leaning your head against the window as the car drove off.
He glanced at you. “Good to know,” he chuckled. You sighed contentedly, and for a moment all was silent.
“What were you saying, by the way?” He cleared his throat. “About, spending some time together, me and y- I mean, you’re probably tired-“ he looked away nervously, and you chuckled.
“Oh, I’m not tired,” you murmured, staring straight at him, and you watched his jaw tense and grip tighten. The air grew tense.
“Good,” he muttered, so quiet you barely even heard him, then raised his voice again, repeating his word, more steady and louder this time. “Good.”
-
“Luci?” You murmured, feeling his hands wrap around your waist, breath shaky on your neck.
“Mhm?” His fingers teased the hem of your top, worming their way beneath the fabric to touch your bare skin. You shivered against his back.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” You tried to keep your voice light and playful, but when he slowly pressed his hips against yours and bit down on your neck it dissipated into something breathy and shaky.
“Spending some time alone with you.”
You hummed, turning around to face him. His hands fell to your hips, squeezing gently as you flushed. “Really?”
He nodded, eyes flicking to your lips as he leaned in for a kiss. You pulled away, eyes locking onto his. “Bedroom?”
He grinned, sharp teeth glinting. “Thought you’d never ask.”
-
“Fuck, Lucifer,” you gasped with him buried in between your legs, lapping at your cunt like a starved man. His hands dug into your thighs, and when you tried to squirm he’d leave a harsh slap on the soft skin, telling you to stay still.
“What’s this?” You grinned breathlessly, fighting to keep your voice even as you pushed yourself up. He pulled away, chin coated in your slick. The very sight made you throb. “You’ve never told me what to do in bed before.”
For a moment he was silent, eyes boring into your face, still against your legs like a statue. His fingers dug in a little deeper and you yelped. He pushed himself up onto you, pinning you down as he grabbed your wrists and held them above your head. He leaned close, teeth grazing over your neck.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” He hissed. You throbbed again, the slickness between your thighs growing as your heart pounded against your ribcage. You wondered if he could hear it.
“I-“
“Hush.” His lips began trailing your jaw and neck, leaving bites and hickeys in a trail. He slowly ground his hips against yours, and you whimpered before rubbing your thighs together, desperate for friction but only making the problem worse. “Tell me what you want.”
“I-“ you cut off, too breathless to speak. He’d never looked at you this way before. You’d never been in this position with him. “I want you to…”
“Mhm?” He coaxed gently, slowly rubbing his thumb against your clit. You arched your back, pressing your body against his. “Go on.”
“Fuck,” you hissed. “I want you to fuck me.”
He chuckled, voice low before sitting back and away from you. His hands found his zipper.
You looked around nervously, unable to look straight at him.
What was wrong with you? You’d never been with him like this before. Usually it was you on top of him, asking him what he wanted, making him beg for it, touching him-
What changed?
You glanced at him nervously.
You tried to calm your nerves. You’d asked for this. You’d asked for this for ages. Sitting up, your eyes followed his movements.
His hands were on your hips again, pulling you to him and crushing his mouth on yours. All the breath sucked out of your lungs as you whimpered into the kiss, hand fondling the growing bulge in his pants.
He bit down on your lip, and you both fell back into the covers. He pushed himself up, grinning uncontrollably down at you. “Fuck, angel, you look perfect.”
The praise made your heat burn even more, sending fire to your cheeks. It didn’t go unnoticed by him.
He quickly got to undressing you, unbuttoning your shirt and sliding down your skirt, and you shuddered, reaching for the buttons on his own shirt. You pulled him in for another kiss, bodies pressed together. Warmth radiated from him like a beacon.
His hands slipped their way in between your thighs again, pushing your legs open. A soft whimper escaped him when he saw how wet you were, and he licked his lips in anticipation.
With one swift thrust he entered. You sucked in a harsh breath as he gave a small, exhilarated laugh, voice quivering with pleasure as your walls contracted around him. He pressed in deeper, and the deep kiss of his cock inside you made you throw your head back, bucking your hips up.
“Fuck,” he burst out, and you felt a searing heat surround the two of you. You screwed your eyes shut, and when you finally opened them, you were gazing into red eyes instead of yellow ones.
His wings had burst from his back, arching out behind him, and horns protruding from his head. He bit his lip, a worried expression on his face. “Shit, sorry angel. I got excited and I-“
“No it’s…” your eyes roved up and down his body. “It’s nice.” It’s hot was what you meant to say, and he must have sensed it too because he laughed as your hips bucked into him again.
He grabbed your hips and pushed them back down. “Hush,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you this time.” But his voice was shaking and his face was flushed. You sank down, trying to relax as he pressed more kisses and love bites along your collarbone to your shoulder.
Slowly he began moving, and a small moan slipped out of you, agonized by the slow pace. “Go faster,” you hissed, throwing an arm over your eyes.
“Maybe if you ask nicely.” You could almost hear the grin in his voice. You sucked in a quivering breath.
“Please, go faster.”
He chuckled, satisfied, before picking up the pace. You dug your nails into his shoulders, eyes tearing up as it grew faster, almost brutal, and he leaned down to nibble at the shell of your ear, almost crushing you down into the bed below. It rocked underneath, the sound lain underneath the soft moans and grunts filling the room.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good,” he groaned. Another wet kiss to your jaw. “So good for me, hmm? My perfect angel.” Another snap of his hips along with the sweet nothings he whispered into your ears had you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back into your head, and he laughed quietly at the sight, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His tail snaked in between both your bodies, the tip swirling around your clit and making you let out a shaky, pleading moan.
“Mhmm, so good for you,” you managed to gasp out through short, quick breaths, trying to catch your breath under his weight and his pace and the abuse of your clit. He nipped at your shoulder and you grabbed his face with shaking hands, pulling it to yours for a sloppy kiss. The pleasure built up to an unbearable pressure, waiting to be released.
“I think I-“ you felt so good you thought you might die, hands falling away from Lucifer to grip and claw at the sheets beneath you. “I think I’m gonna cum-“
“Go ahead,” he whispered against your lips. “Cum for me, angel.”
You did, released around his cock, shockwaves of pleasure and relief turning your limbs numb. He fucked you through the orgasm, drawing it out long and slow, your whimpers and moans sounding like a sweet melody to him. “You look so pretty,” he groaned, breath hot on the shell of your ear. “Fuck- I think- I think I’m gonna cum too-“
You wrapped your arms around him, raking at his back, trails your fingernails were sure to leave burning on his pale skin. “Cum in me, Lucifer,” you gasped. Those words themselves were enough to make his cock throb, as he finished, cum feeling hot inside you before he fucked it in deeper. You whimpered before he finally pulled out, flopping down beside you. Your brain had tuned out what he was saying, which was muffled through the haze of arousal.
“…you, thank you, my good girl-“ He pressed his forehead against yours. “I fucking love you,” You shivered and he flopped down next to you, drawing you in close and burying his face into the crook of your neck.
“I love you too,” you murmured, on the verge of passing out. You rolled over so you could kiss him.
“Happy birthday,” he chuckled anxiously. “Was it good?”
You wrapped your arms around him. “Best birthday gift I could have asked for.”
“Come on Y/N.. you can’t handle a little zap? It’s not like I’m doing anything big.”
Each wire ghosted down your body, some over your arms—down your torso. Others slithered around your thighs, or ran just past your cheek.
Just the sensation of the wires running down your body would’ve been enough to work you up a little. But what iced the cake was the little shocks he’d hit you with every now and again.
Sometimes a small bit of static on the underside of your jawline, sometimes it was a slightly bigger one around the edge of your nipple.
Vox is sat in his desk chair, just at the foot of the bed—watching you. He’s crossing his legs, and his body was still fully clothed and so neatly put together, just watching your torture.
The little sounds you’d let out only made it harder for him to focus on what he was doing. Every little whimper and every moment spent squirming. Just watching you had him straining against his pants.
He bites his lip and damn near cracks his glass trying not to moan out at the sight of you. Hair strewn out on the bedsheets, small tears in your eyes. You had him wrapped around your finger. You lie on your back propped up against the pillows with your legs spread. All pretty just for him.
One wire cracks a tiny spark in the dip of your waist. Another by your ankle. One up by your forearm. One of them just beneath your shoulder blade.
“Fuck.. Y/N, you’re just my whore aren’t you? I’m hurting you and you love it. Is there an end to just how slutty you can be?”
You whimper softly, jolting when a bolt draws to the palm of your hand.
“I mean even the bigger sparks.. you just eat it up don’t you?”
Another gasp slips from you when you feel one of his wires trail from your sternum down.
Lower.
Lower.
Lower.
All the way down until you yelp in pain when a particularly gentle yet painful shock snips at the most sensitive part of your genitalia.
You cry out his name, asking what fuck his problem was, just before another bigger one cracks at your stomach.
“Awh.. did that hurt? It’ll get worse if I don’t hear in apology.. I don’t like brats who get snippy with their masters.
You moan softly, head falling back. Shaking your head side to side. After that crap? Why would you apologize?
He scowls, swirling a wire around the inside of your areola.
“Last chance Y/N.”
“You aren’t getting shit. That wasn’t even-”
A small shock, enough to feel good. Not even enough to hurt.
You look up at him wide eyed and confused. He said it’s get worse what was he—
Zap.
You gasp, jerking back at the much larger shock at that same point. It wasn’t enough to cause exponential damage, but fuck did it hurt.
Tears threaten your waterline at the lingering sting. Then came the smaller parts on various parts of your body. Every wire he was using halted where they were on your body.
“Oops. That one slipped from my control. Want a little apology? Give me mine first. Come on you little bitch.”
“V-Vox I-”
A small shock on the joint of your wrist.
You shudder, wondering what would come next. A small spark? A big one? The thought scared you too much to cogitate. Especially with the tiny electrical burns littering your entire body.
“I’m.. fucking s-sorry. Shit..”
“Do you mean it?”
“Yes- yes sir I.. I mean it..”
A grin crosses his features. You watch as he stands up and stalks over to you. He lies on his stomach with his head between your legs, and his hands on your thighs with your leg over his shoulder.
“That’s all you had to do.”
He looks straight ahead, eyes boring into yours when he lolls his tongue out.
He lowers his head, the tip of his tongue swirling around your tight hole. He forces himself to hold back a continuation of the smile as you moan softly when the soft muscle makes its way inside you.
Wires make gentle shocks in sensitive areas. The line between pleasure and pain blurs beautifully, and when the pad of thumb finds your clit and begins slow tight circles, it may as well be an unfair match of poker. Because you were fresh out of headspace, and growing more desperate by the minute.
You whimper, desperate clawing at the sheets. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. He chuckles, watching you unravel from his tongue, his hands, and your pain.
It wasn’t long before your back was arching, your head was back, and your fingers dug in his shoulders when you came.
He draws out your orgasm for you, the delivery of one last shock traveling up your spine sending you into overstimulation.
He only reluctantly pulls away when you begging pushing him and begging for a breather. His tongue pulls out out and his arms find their perch on your stomach. His arms were folded and his head rested on them, hands no longer giving you that burning pleasure.
Pulling all his wires away, doing away with all of them, He then looks up at you.
“So how was it, it was good right?”
He had a giddy smile on his face as he bit his lip.
“Uh huh..”
Your voice cracks in your response as you stare blankly at the ceiling, still basking in the afterglow of your.. evidently intense orgasm.
“Sweet we’re doing that again sometime.”
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Thank you @amuliita for your INSANELY good idea in a TikTok comment section.
