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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 6 months

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Kinktober (17)- Lingerie

Natasha X G!p Reader 18+

Summary: After a bad day at work, your wife finds the best way to satisfy you.

Warnings/Tags: Reader has a Penis, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk, Multiple Creampies, Oral Sex, Fingering, Rough Sex, Breeding Kink, Switch Reader/Switch Natasha.

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Closing the door harder than you intended, you sighed to yourself in annoyance, shrugging your suit jacket off and carelessly flinging it on the table as you dragged yourself into your living room, flopping on the couch. Memories of today’s diabolical meeting flooded through your mind as you unbuttoned the top button of your shirt, the fabric tight and uncomfortable on your neck, adding to your displeased mood as you became aware of the lack of noise in your apartment, listening out intently for your wife.

“Nat?” You called out, voice calmer and gentler than the one you used earlier in the meeting, the mere reminder of it making your brows furrow at how stupid your workers could possibly be, hands busy untying your laces as she appears from behind the bedroom door, eyes solely focussed on you.

“Hey Detka,” she purrs out sultrily, your head snapping up at the sound of her voice, eyes widening and jaw slacking at the goddess that stood before you that you somehow managed to call your wife.

Black lace adorned her body in the most alluring and enticing manner, the fabric teasingly covering her breasts as the soft flesh peeked over the top, your rapidly darkening eyes travelling further down her body, across her beautiful curves, her toned stomach, her core that was scandalously covered up by the smallest piece of lace possible, a small groan leaving you at the barely visible wet spot already there. Thigh high stockings complimented the lingerie she was wearing, the image of her swaying her hips as she casually sauntered closer to you causing your pants to feel a lot tighter, eyes unable to choose where to admire as she stood right before you.

“Fuck, Nat,” you managed to groan in appreciation, hands reaching out for her soft curves only to be stopped, her hands wrapping around your wrists and pinning them to the back of the sofa, her body towering over yours as she smirked down at you, your mind clouded with arousal at the sight of her.

“Keep them there for me Detka,” she whispers out, her mouth lowering in a teasing manner, lips ghosting yours as your eyes drift to her plump lips, enchanted by the way her tongue swipes across her bottom one to wet it. Your head tilts to try and chase her lips but she cruelly pulls back, her eyes matching your lust-filled ones as she takes in your outfit, her eyes landing on the large bulge in your pants. “All this for me?” she whispers teasingly, her hands palming your cock through your pants, able to feel how hard and desperate you already were for her.

“Always for you,” you sigh out in a pleased tone, her hand briefly wrapping around you and jerking softly. “Please,” you practically whimper when she teases your mouth again with her addictive lips, your mind begging for her to press them against you, not bothered where. You just needed to feel her.

“Already begging,” she teases in an affected whisper, tauntingly placing a kiss to the underside of your jaw, lipstick marking the skin before slowly unbuttoning your shirt, leaving a trail of lipstick smudges as she kisses her way down your toned body. “Don’t worry Detka, I’ll take care of you,” she murmurs, finally dropping her knees between your legs, admiring her work as your chest rises and falls with laboured breaths, mind completely fogged with arousal as she stares up at you with that sultry smirk that drives you insane. “And your needs,” her voice a mere whisper as she presses a kiss to the band of your underwear, a sharp intake of breath leaving you at the feeling of her hands unzipping your pants and her hungry gaze.

“Love,” you sigh out the endearment as she successfully gets you out of your pants and underwear, her hands wrapping around you, able to feel how you were throbbing for her. She watches hungrily as your head lolls back at the feeling of her hand gliding up and down you, your hips bucking slightly when she runs her finger from the base to the tip, lips ghosting your head. “I need you, please,” your tone a desperate plea, head tilting to look down at her with a submissive look as you let her control you for now, needing to feel some sort of release and satisfaction after today. You could take your frustrations out later.

Giving you what you want, her lips wrap around your cock, the warmth and wetness of her mouth having you groan sensually at the pleasure that coursed through your veins, hands itching to thread through her silky, red locks, desperate to guide her head up and down your length. Her emerald eyes peer up at you sinfully, hips bucking as she takes you all the way down her throat, her hand going to your balls and massaging them expertly, knowing exactly how to please you. Your moans grow slightly louder when she bobs her head faster up and down you, the feeling of her tongue swirling around your tip and her moaning around you causing you to jerk your hips up harder, making her gag slightly, not that she minded.

At the sound of your low groan, she pulls her mouth off you for the moment, moving her hands to slide up and down your cock, lips pressing a lewd kiss to your tip. You can’t help but stare down in pure desire as she licks from the base to the tip of you, eyes trained on you as she effortlessly takes all of you down her throat again, gagging once again at the size of you.

“Nat,” you plead, fingers moving to grip the edge of the sofa, knuckles bleeding white with how amazing the feeling of her mouth felt on you, thoughts filled with only her.

“What’s wrong Detka?” she innocently murmurs, slightly panting for breath, her tone a clear contrast between her actions as she looks up at you, tongue licking a stripe up your cock. At the action, precum spills out of your tip, her finger deftly gathering it and sliding into her mouth, a small, sinful moan escaping her at the taste of you.

“Love-fuck,” your words are cut off with a sudden moan, her lips wrapping around your head, cheeks hollowing while her hand expertly slides up and down you mercilessly, wanting to have you teetering on edge. “Nat- God, I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” your voice laced with desperation as you stare down at her, begging her with your eyes.

“You wanna come in my mouth Detka?” she asks lewdly, licking the small bits of precum that continues to leak out of your tip, observing how you nod frantically, hips bucking into her hand and mouth to chase your release. You groan at her dirty words, her body suddenly standing, her mouth at the shell of your ear to add to her words, “What if I want you to fill me up? I need to feel your cum inside me Detka.” You groan once again, hips bucking up harder, your orgasm about to crash over you as you peer up into her darkened eyes, head tilting to ghost her lips.

“I’ll do both,” your tone cocky and matching of your more dominant side, the redhead smirking at your words as she places another kiss to your jaw, teeth nibbling gently as she feels your hips stuttering into her hand.

“That better be a promise,” she warns, desperately needing to feel you come inside her, to fill her up and watch as it drips out of her slowly. Her body swiftly and seductively drops back to the floor, her lips kissing your tip once more, eyes watching yours roll back. “Come on Detka, come for me,” she husks out, taking you down her throat once more and bobbing her head, tongue swirling over your sensitive head and hand squeezing your balls gently, pleasure crashing through you.

Your hands reach out to her hair, holding her close as spurts of the warm, white liquid fill her mouth, a string of moans leaving you as you come down her throat, emptying into her while your hips jerk up as you ride out your aftershocks. You pant as you try to recover from your mind-blowing orgasm, chest heaving as she releases you from her mouth, swallowing your load and moaning lowly at the taste, eyes on your blissed out state. Her finger moves to swipe the little that escaped her mouth, sliding it back in and making a show of the action to make your hands thread through her hair and guide her up off the floor to straddle your lap, mouth crashing to hers.

It was messy, desperate and passionate as you poured all your love for her into the kiss, showing your wife the appreciation she deserves, hands roaming the body you're addicted to. You groan into the kiss when her teeth bite down on your lower lip, her smiling into the next kiss as you flip the two of you over on the sofa, pressing her into the soft cushions.

“Shit Detka, you feel so good,” she moans when you grind your hips into her, her hands shrugging your shirt off your shoulders, carelessly throwing it somewhere in the room, legs wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You grind your hips into her harder, knowing just how she likes it while your lips press teasingly along her jaw and the underside of her jaw, soft sighs leaving her. Fuck, she loved how you could so easily switch between being submissive and dominant.

“I’m going to make you scream for me, Nat,” you groan against her warm skin, eyes peering up at her as you thrust your hips against her, cock rubbing against her soaked panties perfectly, her head lolling back at the pleasure. She smirks at your cocky words, knowing full well that you can fulfil them, your lips marking her neck as your hands trails down her body, fingers reaching her lace panties.

“Detka,” she groans at the sound of fabric tearing, your eyes trained on her face as your mouth moves to kiss the top of her breasts, fingers sliding through her dripping folds.

“All this for me?” you mock her earlier words, moving your thumb to circle her clit while you effortlessly slide a finger into her, needing to stretch her out. She lets out a breathless laugh at your words, moaning quietly after it as you curl your fingers at just the right spot, her back arching off the sofa and into your body. “So wet, so desperate. Fuck, love, you’re ruining me,” you groan against her, moving back up her body to claim her lips hungrily, swallowing her moans as you thrust another finger into her, curling them both at her g-spot while your thumb continues to rub her clit expertly.

Her hands leave your back and thread through your hair, tongue sliding into your mouth to regain some sort of control as you drive her closer to her orgasm, not wanting to come so soon and seem that desperate for you.

Knowing how close she is by the way she clenches around you, your grin into the kiss, knowing how she loves and hates the fact that you can make her come so quick,

“Just lose control, love, I know you want to come all over my fingers,” you rasp out against her lips before crashing them back together messily, groaning at the feeling of her hips grinding against your hand, chasing her high.

“Detka, Fuck,” she moans out before throwing her head back, her orgasm powerfully crashing over her as her hips ride your fingers desperately, come coating your fingers as she rides out of her high, your lips attached to her neck as she couldn’t kiss you back.

You softly coax her back to reality with softer kisses, your eyes raking over her euphoric state as you admire her. Such a pretty mess you think as her eyes flutter open, that signature smirk returning as she reaches her hand down, jerking you off once more and signalling for you to fuck her.

“I need you Detka,” she purrs at the shell of your ear, teeth nibbling on your earlobe before laying back down, your lips chasing hers as you take a hold of your cock and position it at her entrance. Teasingly, you rub your tip against her clit, then down to her entrance to coat it in the abundance of arousal pooled between her legs, her legs wrapped around your waist again and pulling you closer making you slide it into her.

Both of you groan into the other's mouth at the feeling, her heavenly cunt making you delirious with pleasure, her warm and wet walls clenching around you perfectly as she moans at the feeling of being filled up and stretched out, her nails digging into your back.

“Don’t be gentle with me Detka. Fuck me. Hard,” you can’t help but groan into her mouth at the filth that came out of her mouth, sliding out of her until only the tip remained in before thrusting your hips into her, giving her exactly what she wanted. You snap your hips into her, feeling her walls clench around your cock to make you pant against her mouth, eyes looking down to watch as her cunt swallows your length up greedily.

“Love, you feel so good, so good,” you murmur against her, hips merciless as you pound her into the sofa, the lewd sounds of moans and skin slapping sounding around the room. To reach even deeper inside her, you lift one of her legs slightly, allowing you to thrust into her so you were hitting her sweet spot with every thrust, a sinful moan leaving her.

“Shit, Faster Detka, Harder,” she moans out, a hint of desperation in her voice as she nears her second orgasm, your hips driving into her. Your pace increases as she commands, relentless as her moans grow louder and louder, her hips moving in time with yours as both of you start to teeter on edge.

Your fingers dig in slightly at her thigh, Natasha knowing there were going to be marks there making her even wetter, clenching around you at the moans that escape you, mouths still hungrily meeting in a passionate kiss.

When she clenches around you again, you can’t stop the desperate noise that escapes you, Natasha knowing how close you were at the way your hips started to thrust even faster, her mind clouded with pleasure at the feeling of you inside her.

“Come in me Detka, Please come in me,” she moans against your lips as she tries to hold off her orgasm until you come, wanting to feel that added pleasure of coming at the same time as you.

“Nat,” you groan at her words, lips meeting hers as your orgasm inevitably crashes through you, thick spurts of cum filling her up as your hips stutter into her, pressing her even further into the sofa as her own orgasm courses through her. A scream leaves her as the pure euphoria that floods through her body, taking over all her senses as all she can feel is pleasure, your name falling off her lips in a sigh as you slow down your thrusts, still emptying into her.

Once you’re finished coming, Natasha expects you to pull out but moans in surprise when you thrust your hips back into her slowly, panting heavily as you still remain hard inside her.

“One more, Please,” you groan against her, eyes peering into hers with a pure lust as you grind your hips against her, still deep inside her, your cock covered in your cum and hers.

“Give me one more,” she whispers in an equally affected tone, her hips grinding in time with yours, this time slower as you both chase another high. Your lips meet hers slower, your hips thrusting slow and deep inside her as her nails scratch down your back, pleasure building in both of your cores as your hand reaches for hers, interlocking your fingers. “Detka,” Natasha moans out sensually as you both fall over the edge again, more come filling her up as you empty into her again, her orgasm taking over her once again as you both collapse into each other, your head resting against her shoulder as her fingers return to your hair, fingers scratching your scalp.

It takes you a moment for both of you to recover, your lips meeting hers softly, intimately as you convey your love silently, her smiling into the kiss as you eventually pull out of her, watching as cum slowly seeps out of her. You watch mesmerised when her finger slides it back into her as she chuckles at your small groan and the way your cock twitches, eyes flickering back up to her.

“Bedroom?” you ask, her shaking her head playfully at your antics, your arms wrapping around her body and lifting her off the sofa when she nods, knowing that the two of you were in for a long night.

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koemiexists · 2 months

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Fallen In Love | Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

summary: you get casted out by sera but it isn't all that bad word count: 3.8k tags: smut, light blood mention, mentioned adam x reader, cream pie, praise kink, fluff, vaginal sex

“(Name), you are hereby banished from Heaven, and will be casted out-”

Your mind was spinning, and you felt ready to wretch, yet a small part of you were eager to get this over with and make your way down to Hell.

“ Your wings will be cut off-”

Sera’s voice was so loud in your ears, even though she was high up, standing next to Emily who had an apologetic expression on her face. You knew Emily didn’t want this to happen, but she couldn’t stop Sera.

“-You will be sent to Hell for treason, for speaking against the Holy Council. Do not question our methods. Your very opinion is what will be your downfall. This goes for the rest of the Council. If any of you dare to speak against Heaven’s rules-”

Her words became muddled as you saw Lute, the new general of the Exorcists, walk over to you with her sword in hand. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, bitch. You never should have been courted by Adam.” She hissed in your ear as she cut your wings from your back.

Your blood curdling screams echoed throughout the room, anguished wails bordering on shrieking. “Fuck you, (Name).” Lute growled, a smirk on her face as golden blood leaked from your backside. You felt yourself grow faint as the ground underneath you opened up, the hiss of Hell swallowing you.

The pain was absolutely excruciating, and you let out a pitiful sob as you fell down fast .

A part of you was ready to accept your fate, the ground approaching rapidly. You let out another cry as you grasped at the building you were near, doing anything to slow your fall down. You choked as your torso hit a sign, blood spilling from your lips. Thankfully, it slowed down your descent, and you fell to the ground with a small thud, groaning.

With great difficulty, you stood up, shaking. You were in Hell now. Blinking, you look around, nose curling up at the mass amount of sins being committed. It was horrifying, and you felt disgusted at just looking at the mess of the Pride ring. Shaking your head, you dragged yourself towards a small opening. Peeking through, you saw there wasn’t anything there, it was just a partially closed alleyway.

Perfect for sleeping in. And if no one else found it, you’ll be able to heal enough to find somewhere else to stay. Mind made up, you crawled through the opening, wincing as your back grazed the wall. Once you fit yourself in, you laid down on the hard floor, groaning quietly as your eyes fluttered, and sleep took you.

You twisted, grunting as you pulled yourself up. You felt groggy, blinking the sleep from your eyes. Running a hand against your face, you huffed, the pain only slight now.

The memories began to flood back while you got your bearings. You surveyed your surroundings, wincing at the small pool of blood you were laying on. Guess the pain was too much, you thought as you crawled out of the tiny space. Your back was feeling much better than before, and you were delighted that you weren't bothered by any sinners while your body caught up on the injuries.

Now what you needed was somewhere to stay. You thought back to what occurred prior to your casting out. Some hellborn named Charlie, and a hotel she owned. You remember Emily talking to you excitedly about it, and how she truly believed in the woman’s idea.

You ran a hand through your hair, blearily looked around, before you noticed a large building in the distance.

Humming, you walked down the streets, nose wrinkling at the amount of violence occurring. It was horrific, and you knew if Emily witnessed this, she would probably retch. You felt the urge to do that, but swallowed back the bile, quickening the pace.

You stumbled across the building soon enough, and without a second thought, you knocked.

“Hello- Oh!” You watched as Charlie jolted back a little at your ragged state, before glancing back inside. “Come in!” She spoke, gently leading you inside the hotel.

The lights were almost too blinding for you, making you close your eyes tight. It was alleviated soon enough though, and you opened your eyes cautiously as Charlie smiled in front of you, her hand resting on your forehead. You glanced to the side, noting how the lights dimmed considerably, before she removed her hand.

You saw someone approach you, eyes widening as Vaggie came into view. Your breath hitched, and your back burned as you instinctively sought your wings that were no longer there.

Vaggie frowned, and stopped, before her expression flashed with recognition. “Oh shit. (Name)!”

“Don’t-” You didn’t recognize you were speaking until your throat burned from the disuse. “ Do not approach me- You and Adam and Lute-!”

Charlie immediately reached out, holding your hands as she soothed you before you got a panic attack. “It’s okay! Vaggie isn’t apart of them anymore.”

You blinked, and realized that Vaggie truly wasn’t with them anymore, and she was just like you. You winced when you saw the x over her eye.

Glancing away from the two women, you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you saw there were quite a few people who witnessed just how pitiful you were at the moment. One of them being Lucifer, the Ruler of Hell.

You frowned, coughing as you rested against the wall. “Apologies,” You rasped, running a hand through your disheveled hair. “I only just woke up a few hours ago.”

“Hey, don’t worry too much about it, toots. I think most of us saw one another at their worst.” A spider looking demon spoke, and you squinted. “You can call me Angel.”

Nodding, you hurried over to the couch in the centre of the room, wincing as your back landed against it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Angel.”

You watched as Charlie and Vaggie introduced everyone, before Charlie took a seat next to you, expression filled with concern. “So, what’s your name?”

You cringed. “Oh, jeez. I’m sorry for not introducing myself sooner- especially with the way I just burst into your hotel!” You apologized, as Charlie shook her head, smiling.

“You don’t need to worry about it! It’s fine.”

Tensing up as a new voice spoke up, you turned as Lucifer grinned at you, toothy and bright. “If Char says it’s fine, then it’s more than likely okay! Besides, you just recently came from Heaven, right?” He probed, and you groaned.

“Fuck. Yeah, yeah I did.” You growled in irritation, noting how they gathered around slightly to hear what just occurred. “Well, firstly, if you’re okay with it Ms. Morningstar-”

“Charlie!” She butted in, smiling. “Just call me Charlie, there’s no need for formalities.”

You nodded, smiling gently. “Well, Charlie, if you allow me, I can probably help you with the hotel.”

She grinned, and gave you a small nod, allowing you to continue. “Considering this hotel is for... rehabilitating sinners? So they can get into Heaven? I can help with a few things at least, like teaching sinners on the mannerisms of angels.”

Vaggie grimaced. “I would have done so myself, but all I remember is just how Lute and Adam acted...”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Adam? He was horrible! And how he treated you, Vaggie, was just disgusting.”

The two of you smiled at one another, before you sighed, continuing. “Well, I guess I should tell you how I fell huh?”

Clearing your throat, you adjusted your position. “I spoke out against Sera, basically. The most recent extermination left Adam dead, along with a good chunk of exorcists. Lute wanted to go to war, but Sera shot the idea down pretty quickly.

“When I found out about this, I couldn’t help myself. I told Sera, in front of the entire Holy Council, how everyone here was no better than sinners in Hell if they allowed this to continue, the deaths of innocent souls.”

Lucifer nodded softly, and you felt your hands grow clammy as you continued. “She didn’t like that. She said I committed treason, and threatened the rest of the Council that if they speak out like I did, she’ll cast them out as well. She ordered Lute to cut my wings.” You sighed. “That was... one of the worst pains I ever experienced in all my years.”

Vaggie winced in sympathy. “I understand... It was bad for me too.”

You jumped when Angel sat on the head of the couch, looking down at you. “You think you can tell us about Heaven some more, (Name)?” He asked, seeming genuinely curious.

Smiling, you launched into a spiel, talking about what you heard from others, and your own experiences.

In the lull of your monologue, you remembered something. “Oh yeah, Emily told me that apparently someone from Hell made it to Heaven? Uh, I think his name was Sir Pentend? Pentious?”

“ WHAT!?” You winced as Charlie grasped your shoulders, her eyes wide with disbelief and excitement. “Really? You sure that’s what you heard? (Name)! Are you sure!?”

You let out an awkward laugh, nodding. “Yeah, apparently some guy named Sir Pentious made it to Heaven.”

The room was quiet for a few seconds before a burst of commotion rang out.

“Charlie, your hotel actually has a chance then!”

“You doubted it?!”

“Well toots, I won’t say I doubted it-”

“Angel you literally said you’re here only for free rent-”

“Charlie! My little girl, I always believed in you!”

“Well! This is an interesting development, wouldn’t you say the same Niffty?”

You flinched at the loud noises. “OKAY! Okay, guys, uh...” You ran a hand through your hair again. “Okay. I think I'll just go into my room? Let you guys deal with the news? Charlie?”

She grinned, and gently tugged at your hand, leading you up a few stairs. “Okay, so I decided maybe you should be on the same floor as Vaggie, dad, and me! Just in case something happens, Vaggie and dad are also fallen angels, so they’ll be able to help.” Charlie smiled brightly, as she opened the door.

“Look! It’s fully furnished! I hope you like it, (Name).”

You beamed at Charlie, giving her a tight hug. “Thank you, for letting me stay here.”

“Of course!” She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, and gave you one last squeeze, before letting you go to bed.

Smiling softly, you sat down on the bed, noting how soft the sheets were, and everything was dusted. Not a speck of dirt.

Just as you were about to go to sleep, you heard a knock at your door. “Come in!” You called, sighing quietly as you glanced longingly at the perfectly fluffed up pillow.

Lucifer entered, a grin on his face. “I came to check up on you,” He said simply, sitting next to you.

Flushing, you gave him a soft look, before glancing away. “I’m doing pretty alright,” You spoke softly, resting your chin on your palm. “Maybe I'm still tired.”

“I expect you to be,” He started, turning to you. “You went through some pretty bad trauma, huh?”

You let out a giggle, because that was quite the understatement. Being cast out literally left you feeling almost empty.

“Hey,” He crooned, placing his hand on your upper back. “Don’t worry too much. Your wings will grow back. They did so with Charlie’s girlfriend.”

“Oh, Vaggie?” You hummed. “I guess it isn’t too bad here. It’s actually a bit better than Heaven.”

Lucifer snorted. “You can say that again. Gosh, you know how bad it was? I remember I literally couldn’t slouch when I walked.”

You laughed softly. “Thankfully that’s gone now. And trust me, you’re the talk of Heaven like, 24/7. You’d think they were in love with you. If I’m not hearing about why Heaven is so great, it’s about how awful you apparently are!”

“They miss me that much, huh?” He batted his eyelashes. “They knew they made a mistake I guess!”

Smiling wryly, you rolled your eyes in mock exasperation. “Oh yeah, I mean, Sera hates when we even say your name in the Council room. Said it was unfitting for such a holy environment. Then as soon as we leave- everyone starts talking!” You sigh. “Heaven was just so... oppressing! I felt like I couldn’t breathe, if I said anything they’d just shut me down!”

“That’s exactly what happened to me!” Lucifer spoke quickly, a distant look on his face. “They casted me out because of my ideas, because I was a dreamer! They didn’t like how I dreamt big, that I had my own way of thinking-”

“Yeah I remember! Lucifer, the dreamer!”

“Yes!” He nods, beaming at you. “It’s been so long, I never thought I’d find someone who understands exactly what I’ve been through.”

You frowned, cocking your head. “What about Vaggie?”

He shook his head, expression filled with longing. “I wish. Vaggie is centuries upon centuries younger than me. You’re closer in age. Plus, she was an exorcist, she lived a different style than me and you did.”

You let out a soft noise, nodding. “I guess that makes sense.”

Lucifer gave you a look, something akin to admiration in his eyes as he grasped your hands softly. “(Name)...”

“Yeah?” You stuttered out, eyes slightly wide as he just gave you another longing look.

“Even though you went through the horrible act of getting your wings ripped away from you... I’m glad you fell.”

You let out a laugh that sounded almost like a sob, eyes tearing up a bit. “I’m... I’m glad I fell too.” You shifted, before you reached over, pressing a light kiss on his cheek.

His cheeks gained an even redder hue, and he blinked slowly, trying to gain his bearings. “(Name),” He started, taking a deep breath.

“I’ve just... always wanted to do that.” You said lightly, pulling your hands away to gently press your fingers against the spot you kissed. Smiling, you let your hand fall, and lean back on your haunches, grinning. “So, what happened during the last extermination?”

Lucifer let out a quiet groan, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how expressive and over the top he was. “My little girl apparently got some sinners to help her? I think she said they were from Cannibal Town...”

You smiled. “I’ve walked past that town. It’s... interesting. They only eat dead bodies, thankfully.”

Grinning, Lucifer continued. “So this sinner demon, Algastor-”

“Alastor,” You interrupted, smirking at his purposeful mispronunciation of the Radio Demon’s name.

“ Algastor. ” He repeated, scowling with mock annoyance. “Began to fight Adam, or so I heard. Apparently Adam messed him up? And he retreated. The others told me that Adam was also acting really smug...”

You made a noise of disgust. “Ugh. I despise Adam, and he even had the audacity to date me...! Man, I broke off that relationship as soon as his true self began to show.”

Lucifer blinked. “You dated Adam?”

Wincing, you nodded. “Yeah, I decided, why not? He seemed nice enough to me anyway, and it was a spur of the moment decision anyways. But he was such a dick to me after a few months! Like, you can’t even last a year without your assholeness showing?”

The fallen angel laughed. “Well,” He said, in a cocky tone. “You’d be glad to hear that I defeated him! Even though that sinner named Niffty killed him.... I wanted to do that. ”

You giggled at the last part. “Hope you’re better than Adam in a lot of ways. He was such a bad lover, I mean, can you even believe he had two wives?”

Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I actually never went to bed with the man. He refused to go down on me, so I refused to do the same. We never copulated due to how selfish he was.”

Lucifer was silent for a bit, and you felt the energy around you two shift a little. “He never went down on you?” He asked, and you slowly shook your head.

You let out a quiet noise when Lucifer loomed over you, and like this, you can clearly see the desire in his eyes. “Do you want me to do so?” He asked, and you nodded quickly.

The room’s air swiftly became heated as he gave you a cocky grin, pulling your bottom layers off. “Since that asshole,” He started, pausing to kiss at your exposed abdomen and thighs. “Didn’t go down on you like a gentleman should-” Your breath hitched as Lucifer tugged your underwear from your cunt with his sharp teeth. “I’ll be doing it for him. If he was alive, he should thank me.”

Biting your lip, you trembled as Lucifer began to kiss right over your mound, his eyes on you as he did so. You let out a warbly moan when his tongue slithered out, forked like a snake’s, and licked the expanse of your lower stomach before pressing light kisses.

Huffing, you gently pushed his head down, trying to get him to get on with it, and with a low chuckle, he gently lapped at your soaked cunt.

Once you moaned in pleasure, his gentle movements instantly gained more confidence, the tip of his tongue teasing your clit. “You taste absolutely divine,” He growled, pressing two fingers against your wet slit.

“Fuck,” You panted, your hand instantly going to his hair as you squeezed your thighs together. “Ah- Lucifer!”

He smirked. “That’s right, say my name.” He spoke, voice low and sultry as he began to pump two fingers inside you, your arousal making an embarrassing squelch sound.

Crying out softly, you bucked your hips, huffing at the waves of pleasure rolling through you. Lucifer may be prideful, but he wouldn’t have so much pride if he didn’t know what he was doing, and fuck was he good at eating you out like his life depended on it.

You let out a shameful whine when he pulled away, only to yelp when instead of his fingers, it was his tongue reaching deep inside you, flickering at and then past your g-spot, and you couldn’t help the absolutely debauched moan that came out of you.

In a swift fashion, his fingers were rubbing circles on your clit, and you seized, thighs shaking against either side of his head as you felt the blood rush from your head to your clit, your orgasm causing you to cry out loudly.

“Awh... look at how well you took that.” You felt heat flood your cheeks as Lucifer praised you softly, his red eyes on you. “Are you ready for the main course?”

“Yes,” You managed to whisper, voice shaking. As he lifted himself fully from your thighs, you felt yourself blush even harder at the sight. His eyeshadow was smeared, and you had no doubt some of it was smeared on your thighs; his mouth was shiny with your slick, and he was licking his fingers, a smirk present on his face.

Lucifer gently maneuvered your body, spreading your legs wide as he began to strip slowly, taking in his reactions, and how sexy you looked underneath him, waiting to be ruined, waiting to experience sin.

“Fuck, Lucifer, just take it off!” You complained, gripping at his pants. He laughed softly, kissing you gently.

Once he was full bare, he ripped your top off, causing you to squeak. Lucifer kissed your shoulder, then your cheek, pressing into you slowly.

Your breath hitched as your walls fluttered, eyes closing at the intrusion. “Wait,” You panted, trying to relax. “Give me a minute.”

The King of Hell stopped, running a hand through your hair as he kissed your nose. “Just tell me when I can continue, darling.”

Flushing at the nickname, you nodded, hooking your legs around his waist. “You can continue, Luci.” You whispered, face heating up as you used the nickname.

He blinked, before grinning, toothy and sharp. He began to roll his hips into yours, letting out a groan at the feel of your tight cunt around him.

“Shit,” You whimpered, biting at your thumb. “You’re so big- ah! Shit!”

Lucifer laughed, smug as he quickened his pace, strings of your arousal dripping onto the sheets and clinging onto his pelvic bone which each thrust. “Damn, you needed this, didn’t you, (Name)?” He moaned out.

You let out a soft laugh, freezing when Lucifer’s breath hitched. “Sorry,” You instantly apologized, eyeing him carefully. “Did I hurt you?”

“Don’t apologize, you... You just tightened up around me, that’s all.” He struggled to speak coherently, and you noted how he pulsed inside you.

Taking a deep breath, his pace began to wane from the even and deep thrusts to sloppier and faster thrusts. You couldn’t help the little moans and whines that left you from just how full you felt, the pressure in your gut increasing. It felt different, somehow, then your earlier orgasm.

Lucifer kissed you again, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly into his mouth, as you gushed over him, reflexively tightening around him again.

“You feel so fucking good, (Name). Better than I ever had.” He praised you, before sucking a dark mark right above your collarbone. “Shit, I’m about to cum, darling.”

You grasped either side of his face, kissing him deeply. “Cum inside me.” You whispered against his lips.

His face flushed a pretty shade of red as he came deep inside you, groaning as he rutted into you. Your breath hitched as your orgasm flowed, causing you to squirt all over him, soaking the sheets underneath your body. You let out a shuddering gasp as Lucifer rubbed your clit, prolonging your orgasm.

“Okay!” You yelped, gently pushing his hand away. “Sorry,” You whispered, shaking. “It began to get too much.”

Lucifer smiled, kissing you softly. “Don’t apologize. I understand.” Nuzzling close, he snapped his fingers, the wet spot underneath you disappearing. You felt slightly sticky and gross, but Lucifer was cuddling you, and he felt so warm. You just sighed, nuzzling closer to him.

The day after, Charlie pulled you off to the side, smiling at you gently. “Take care of my dad, okay?”

You furrow your brows, slightly confused. “What do you mean?”

She bit her lip, messing with the end of her braid. “I mean, sometimes he gets into these really bad slumps! Like, it lasts for years sometimes. And... I don’t want that to happen again. You and him obviously got really close last night-”

“Sorry!” You intervened, flushing. “I didn’t realize you could probably hear it!”

Charlie laughed awkwardly. “Nevermind that! Just, take care of him, (Name).”

You smiled gently. “Alright.”

Charlie embraced you, laughing. “Thanks! And uh, maybe I’ll ask Alastor to make the rooms soundproof.”

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