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⛧Devotion is Love with Wings⛧

Chapter four: Please, Stay

Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4

⛧Pairing: - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

⛧Words: 3.2K

⛧Warnings: Alcohol, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, king x servant, panic attack, heartbreak, happy ending, eventual smut, unprotected sex, reader is afab, p in v, adult themes, mentions of depression and broken families. 18+

⛧Summary: The King of hell decides to give you some extra "Attention". Conflict arises between Lilith and Lucifer and you get caught right in the middle. Lucifer tries to prove himself to you.

⛧Notes: Thank you all so much for the love on this fic, it means the whole world to me! I thought I should feed you guys a little smut as a treat. Thanks for sticking with me, this will be the final chapter.

⛧Tag list: @loslox @tiedyedghoulette @naiadic @elyssialumengard @lilteamushroom @annybah @soeoos @alientee @misty-angerose @smoky000 @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx

⛧Chapter 4: Please, Stay

It was early in the morning, still dark outside. You are suddenly pulled from your slumber by a pair of familiar hands that wrap around your waist. Lucifer's touch sent shivers down your spine as you felt his warmth against your skin. He plants kisses down your neck as you stir awake and roll over. His bright red eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

“Lucifer, what are you doing here?” You ask, surprised to see the King in your bed of all places. Lucifer places a finger on your lips. “Shhhh, I couldn’t sleep.” He whispers, and pulls you close. The conversation you listened to hung heavily in the air, but for now, you allowed yourself to be consumed by his affection. The stress is taking a toll on the both of you and you could use some kind of relief. You let out a contented sigh, tangling your fingers in his hair as he continued to pepper kisses along your neck. “You shouldn’t be in—” You begin but Lucifer's lips silenced any further protest as he deepened the kiss, his hands tracing patterns on your skin. It's been days since you've shared a bed together, and it feels good to feel wanted again. His hands drift up and down your body, playing with the hem of your shirt as he continues to kiss you. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan between kisses. You savored the taste of him and the way his cologne smells. Your arms circled around his neck as he broke the kiss. “Besides, I’m the big boss of Hell. I can go wherever I please.” Lucifer whispers against your ear. He nipped at your earlobe, making you gasp softly. Things are getting more heated than usual, his hot breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine. Lucifer positions his knee between your legs, adding pressure that makes your hips buck. You let out a soft sigh of relief, feeling his hands glide up your thighs and under your shirt. Heavens, he's so skilled at this. Your hands travel down his bare sides and begin to toy with the waistband of his pajama pants. It was then you realized just how hard he was. Lucifer helps you out of your T-shirt

and tosses it onto the floor. The sheets rustle as he positions himself on top of you. Lucifer begins to suck on the skin under your collarbone. He bites the same area, drawing a little blood. Your breath hitched and you tried to stifle a moan, instead all you could manage to let out was small whimpers. Lucifer was loving the noises you made for him, even if they were quiet. "Luci," you whined, wanting more of him. Lucifer stops and looks up at you. It's dark, but you can still see the love in his eyes as he cups your face. “Is this okay? I don’t want to pressure you into anything…” Lucifer asks as he presses his forehead to yours. You hesitate for only a moment before you meet his gaze with certainty.

"Lucifer," you murmured against his lips. "I want this too." He practically purred in response. Lucifer's fingers danced down your stomach, tugging gently at your panties until they were off. He kicks off his pants and positions his hips between your legs.

He kissed you again, his tongue dancing with yours. Lucifer gave a soft moan into the kiss as he pushed into you slowly, filling you up. Your walls clench around him as you gasp.

He kisses down your neck once again and licks the spot he lovingly bit earlier. As he begins to move you quickly cover your mouth, muffling any sounds that might escape.

"Tell me what you need," Lucifer whispered into your ear. “I need you…” You groaned and flinched at the sensation. He moved slowly at first, fucking you with long strokes that made you gasp for air. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. Your hips met his in rhythm, the air between you thick with desire. You clawed at his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your fingers as he thrust into you. Lucifer lifted your hips and started to pick up the pace.

His hand found yours and laced your fingers with his own, entwining them together.

Lucifer growled against your skin. "Fuck," he breathed out. You begin to clench around him, you’re close and he knows it. He moved faster now, grinding his hips against yours in a desperate rhythm that made you see stars behind your eyelids. Your nails dig into his skin as you both fall over the edge. With a guttural moan, Lucifer came inside of you, hips bucking hard as he let out a string of hushed swears. You cried out his name, completely forgetting the fact that you both need to be quiet. Lucifer covers your mouth, you heard him gasp, feeling his heartbeat against your chest as he caught his breath.

Slowly, he laid down beside you, removing his hand from your lips with a soft chuckle. He kissed you softly then turned his head to breathe against your skin while holding you close. You caressed his cheek with one hand and ran your fingers through his soft hair with the other. “I love you.” You breathed out. “I love you too.” He says softly while squeezing you just a little tighter.

The moments between you and Lucifer were the brightest highlights of your week, but the shadows of your grappling emotions were never far away. You couldn't deny the fact that your relationship with Lucifer was becoming more and more serious, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you may have gotten in over your head. Your alarm goes off a few hours later, you suddenly pull yourself from your peaceful slumber next to Lucifer. You groggily reach over to turn off the alarm. Then the panic sets in, you gently shake Lucifer awake. “Luci you can't be in here, people are going to come looking for you.” You say in a hushed tone.

Lucifer groans, rubbing his eyes and blinking against the bright sunlight streaming through the windows. "I know," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. You sat up, the sheet falling from your body, revealing your naked form. Lucifer reluctantly slipped out of bed and fumbled to put his pajama bottoms back on. You start to get dressed into your uniform but Lucifer pulls you a soft kiss. He started to leave the room, stopping at the door to turn back to you. “I promise to check in with you later, okay?” He says with a sweet smile. You nod, already missing his presence. As Lucifer left you couldn't help but replay the whole encounter in you mind, it was the first time you’ve been intimate with him. As you pulled your uniform over your body, the fabric touched your skin and you could feel the mark he left under your collar bone. Luckily the collar of your shirt covers it just fine. The day went by in a blur, you found yourself constantly thinking about your encounter with Lucifer, the way he looked at you, the things he whispered into your ear. Your daydreaming helped you pass the time as you cleaned Lucifer’s room. It was nice after a morning full of chores to be in a room that smells like him. You picked up a few articles of clothing he tossed on the floor. When you pick up his white coat something gold and shiny falls from the pocket and makes a clicking noise on the marble floor. Picking it up, you realize it’s a gold ring. You finally realize he had taken off his wedding band at one point but you couldn’t recall when. You place the ring back in the pocket and hang up the coat. You checked your watch, it's time for tea, you head downstairs to prepare something for him. When you get to the kitchen, the staff inform you that King would like his tea on the terrace with Lilith. You freeze in place for a moment but quickly recover and continue preparing tea. The staff set out a selection of finger sandwiches and dainty pastries on serving plates. As you finish setting the table on the terrace, Lilith and Lucifer come through the door, both of them looking regal as ever. They take their seats and you pour two cups of tea, then take your place next to the door. Standing as straight as an arrow, eyes forward. “Lucifer, I just want to thank you for having me. It's been lovely spending time with Charlie.” She says then takes a sip of her tea. “I’m glad you’ve enjoyed your stay.” Lucifer returns. “Are you taking your leave tomorrow?” “I’d like to stay longer if you’ll permit me.” Lilith takes one of the tiny sandwiches between her delicate fingers and takes a bite. “Lilith…” Lucifer says her name with a sigh. He glances over at you and decides to spare you of this conversation. “Y/N, will you be a dear and get me some more sugar?” “Yes, sir.” You reply quickly and head back to the kitchen. “Lilith…I…There’s someone else.” He finally says it. Lucifer's confession hung in the air like a heavy fog, enveloping Lilith in a silence that was thick with tension. She lowered her teacup slowly, her gaze flickering between Lucifer and the cup in her hand. A cool mask slipped over her features, hiding any hint of emotion beneath the surface.

"Someone else?" Lilith repeated, her voice steady and calm despite the storm raging within her. Lucifer nodded, his expression pained as he met her eyes. I’m sorry, I should have told you sooner. But when I saw you with Charlie it stirred up old memories. But as much as I cherish those times, things have changed.” He explains. You return with the bowl of sugar, placing it on the table in front of Lucifer. You notice the livid look on Lilith’s face. "Old memories?" Lilith echoed, the coldness in her voice was sharp. "And what of my feelings, Lucifer? Do they not matter at all?" Lilith knocks over the small ceramic pitcher of milk and you quickly attempt to clean up the mess. Before you could react, suddenly her tea spills all over your white dress shirt and red tie. Without thinking, you loosen your tie and the collar of your dress shirt. You grab a napkin, dabbing at the spill while trying to remain calm. Lilith looks over and her eyes immediately spot the bruise on your collar bone from Lucifer this morning. Lilith's icy gaze flickers from the stain on your shirt to the mark on your skin, realization dawning in her eyes. A flicker of something dangerous crosses her features before she smoothly recomposes herself, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"I must have been so clumsy," she says sweetly, though there is a sharp edge to her tone that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Lilith, it's my fault," he tries to diffuse the situation and shift the blame away from you.

But Lilith remains unfazed, her eyes locked onto yours. “You seem to always be at fault. Why do you think that is, Lucifer?” Lilith asks coldly. Lucifer stood up abruptly, moving towards you and placing a protective hand on your shoulder. “You left for seven years, Lilith. Seven years, I waited for you to return to me and be a mother to Charlie. I spent so many nights alone with nothing but this as a reminder.” Lucifer pulled the gold ring out of his pocket and set it on the table. Lilith looked down at the ring, her expression softening slightly. Lucifer's eyes glow red as he speaks. “I deserve happiness, I deserve to feel love. Did you really think after all these years we could pick back up where we left off? What of my feelings, Lilith? You think me a cruel man but I’ve suffered too.” Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes as he looked back at Lilith. You looked between Lilith and Lucifer, trying to understand what you were witnessing.

You try to leave the terrace, giving them some space to hash out their issues, but Lucifer grabs your arm. “Please, stay.” He says, his voice trembling slightly. "I need you here."

Lilith's gaze shifts between you and Lucifer, her expression unreadable. "How... how could you do this?" she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. Lucifer's hand tightened slightly on your arm as he turned to face Lilith fully. "I had to, Lilith. I couldn't keep living in the past, waiting for a future that may never come. You were gone, and I needed to find some semblance of happiness again." His voice wavered with emotion as he spoke, his eyes pleading with Lilith to understand.

"I thought you'd wait forever for me, I feel foolish for thinking such a thing." she admitted softly, her words heavy with regret. "Time changes everything, doesn't it? I’m sorry, Lucifer." “I'm sorry too, Lilith. I never wanted to hurt you,” he said quietly.

After a moment, Lilith stood up gracefully, smoothing out her dress. “I think it’s time for me to go,” she said softly. Lucifer nodded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and relief. As Lilith turned to leave, she paused in front of you. For a moment, you weren't sure what to expect from her—anger, resentment, maybe even jealousy. But she looked at you with soft eyes. “Take care of him, okay?” Lilith says with a small smile. “He can be quite a handful.” "Yes, Ma’am.” You say, unable to hide the sadness in your eyes, as she walks away. You look back at Lucifer, when his gaze met yours he pulled you into a tight hug. You held him close and stroked his hair with one hand and his back with the other. You can tell he’s exhausted from all the emotional turmoil he's been going through.

You decide to stay with Lucifer for the rest of the day, wanting to be there for him as he processes everything that has happened. You motion for him to follow you back to the kitchen to make a fresh cup of tea for him, since he hasn't had a chance to finish his earlier. As you brew the tea, you can't help but feel a sense of warmth wash over you. Not only has Lilith chosen to leave, but you have also been granted the opportunity to be there for Lucifer, now more than ever. And so, you pour two cups of tea, offering one to Lucifer.

"I'm glad that you're here with me right now," he says, taking the cup you've given him. "It feels like I'm not alone in this." “You’ll never be alone, because I’m here. No matter what happens.” You say softly as you approach him. You lean in and give him a soft peck on the lips. Lucifer gives you a small smile. “Maybe I should go talk to Charlie.” Lucifer suggests. “That sounds like a good idea.” You agree with a smile. You follow Lucifer into the living room, where he begins to dial Charlie's number. He hesitates for a moment, then takes a deep breath and places the call. You stand by the door, arms behind your back.

As Lucifer speaks with Charlie, you can hear the relief and happiness in his voice as he discusses the situation with Lilith. Charlie assures him that he's always supported his decisions and that she's proud of him for standing up for himself. They talked for a little while, Lucifer reassured her that Lilith is always welcome to visit and she will always be respected as her mother. Eventually, Lucifer got off the phone after making plans to see her tomorrow. As Lucifer hung up the phone, he let out a sigh of relief. You could see the weight that had been lifted off of his shoulders. He turned to you, a grateful expression on his face. Lucifer grins and wraps his arms around your waist. “Now maybe we can both get some sleep, now that this is over.” He whispers, nuzzling his face into your neck. You smile gently as you hold him close. “Now that I’ve seen you smile, I can rest easy.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper. That evening you snuggled up with your king. As Lucifer's arms tightened around you, you could feel a sense of peace settling over you both. You felt content just being there for Lucifer as he tried to heal from the pain of the past, and he fell asleep knowing he had someone who loved him. Someone who was devoted to him and made his heart soar. Devotion is love with wings.

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