Your Little Minx

“Hey, you over there!” You turn on your heels, your service smile in place as you balance the tray of empty glasses with one hand. Giving your head a tilt to the side to make your bunny ears seem more expressive. 

“How could I help you, Hop?” Playing up the bunny act since you know this area is being covered by Lucifer and he hates bunny talk. 

“Don’t you think this place has terrible service?” His words are a little slurred and you plan to signal Beel since you won’t be strong enough to toss this guy out. “You’re dressed up as a bunny.” You start to lift your free hand, fingers curled in the silent sign so none of the other guests are disturbed. Only to feel a hand hook into the ribbon around your waist and tug you down into his lap, the sound of glasses shattering on the polished floor of The Fall. “So you should know what to do.” His voice is low as he whispers it against the shell of your ear, his breath stagnant and sour as it washes over you. “If you get my drift.” 

“Sir, you’ve got the wrong idea.” Keeping your tone level as you try to keep yourself from gagging, the shock overriding your first instinct to struggle free. Feeling his hand wandering along your outer thigh, the revulsion races upward like a prickling along your spine. Pulling your arm away from your body before sharply shoving it backwards and into the demon's abdomen. “That is not anywhere near the services we provide.” 

“Hey, what are you going on about?” Crap. Either he was too drunk to take notice, or you weren’t able to get a good hit in. “I’m just asking for proper service as a customer.” When his hand slips closer to the front of your pants, you feel your entire body freeze up. Ready to unleash magic on this asshole if your physical attempts aren’t having any effect.

“Hey, you.” That voice you know, and with the ice coating the words the jackass holding you loosens his grip enough for you to escape his hold. “What do you think you’re doing?” Stumbling a little as you get your feet under you because the demon tried to grab you again. Ripping the edge of the ribbon around your waist and part of your vest. 

A different arm, one that you’re far more familiar with, wraps around you. Helping to balance you after placing you behind their figure. “Stay back.” Your name whispered soft and low, with a hidden layer of concern. “This riffraff is not worth your time.” Lucifer is facing you, but his gaze is over his shoulder, looking at the demon who had tugged you into his lap like he’s dirt beneath his feet. Keeping the tray of hard liquor balanced with two glasses of demonus that he’d been carrying. 

“Huh?” There’s a flash of irritation on Lucifer’s face as the demon that had harassed you tries to stand. “You have a lot of nerve talking to a customer like that.” The corner of Lucifer’s lip lifts, and you watch his eyes narrow.

“A customer?” Before you could even blink, Lucifer has moved. One of his heeled dress shoes pressing into the cushions beside the demon. Making it so his leg is forming a table of sorts for his hand holding his tray to lean against.  “In what way do you claim to be a customer? This is The Fall, a respectable establishment unlike the kind you’re trying to imply.” Slowly rolling his wrist, one of the glasses held between his long fingers. Allowing the liquid to slowly pour from the rim, right onto the demon in front of him. “I will say this only once.” Leaning in close, his voice and tone quiet but it still carries the weight of one of the seven rulers of hell. “Get lost. If you don’t, having demonus poured over you will be the least of your worries.” 

Lucifer doesn’t move right away. Letting his voice lower to a whisper, and if you weren’t so close, you might not have caught his words. “As for touching my wife.” An edge to his tone as he tries to suppress the malice. “I’ll let it slide today. If I ever see you again, I’m going to rip your tongue from your skull.” He’s still whispering, but there’s a certain jovial, sadistic twang to every word. “To stifle your screams before I pluck the individual muscle strands from your hands and arms that dared to touch what was mine.”

You watch as the demon goes pale. Nodding furiously until Lucifer seems to find the level of fear in the demon’s eyes acceptable enough to believe he’ll go out of his way to avoid you, and your spouse in the future. Lucifer barely has his leg moved before the demon is bolting for the door. 

Lucifer’s crimson gaze watching every step until he’s gone from his view. A roll of his shoulders before he turns to the small crowd that had gathered. “My apologies to all our guests for the disturbance.” A smile on his face that makes it seem like he wasn’t just threatening visceral violence. “Please allow us to offer a round of Demonus on the house as an apology.” Once the words pass his lips, you notice Mammon and Levi nearby, handing out glasses to the guests. “We hope you will continue to enjoy your time here.” 

When Mammon passed nearby you noticed him dip his head near Lucifer, pretending to flash a wink at a female demon who looked like her eyes had turned into hearts. Yet you didn’t miss his words. “I’ll clean this up, you look after her.”

“Right.” Lucifer hands off his tray to Belphie when he approaches, and once it is gone, Lucifer holds out one of his hands towards you. “Your outfit is in disarray. Let’s head to the back for a moment.” 

You’re happy to slip your smaller one into his, glad for his presence at your side as he guides you towards the back storeroom. Nodding and smiling at the customers as you pass them along your way. As soon as the door closed, any semblance of his service persona was gone. 

“Good grief…” Releasing your hand from his, running one through his black hair. “What a nasty drunk that was.” Now that the two of you are out of sight, Lucifer is far more hands on as he checks your clothes. “Are you alright?”

“I’m alright now.” Making a noise of disgust as you look at the ribbon that made your bow that matched Lucifer’s. “I hate being harassed by a drunk. He reeked. I’m pretty sure he was already half in the bag before he even got here.” Giving your head a shake. “I feel gross.” 

“I can only imagine.” His hands hover for a moment before landing on your hips. “I’m sorry.” 

“Huh? Why are you sorry? It’s not like you didn’t deal with him.” Tilting your head in confusion, only for him to sigh. 

“I was fully aware of how captivating you were, yet I still took my eyes off you.” Lifting one of his hands to drag the outside of his middle and index fingers along your cheek. “I may have been able to intervene faster if I had never let my gaze wander.” Curling those two fingers to lift your chin. “Where did he touch you? Tell me everything. I shall overwrite every place that pathetic man touched myself.” 

You smirk at him. “My my, there’s something to be said when your husband admits he doesn’t want to take his eyes off you.” Placing one of your hands over the one he still has on your hip. “Makes me think your offer isn’t all just for my sake.” Letting out a small chuckle as you start to slide his hand a little higher on your hip. “But I don’t want to say where, I don’t want to think about that asshole again.” Running the tip of your tongue along your bottom lip. “I’d rather show you.” Guiding his hand to where the demon had first grabbed you, pressing on his fingers just enough to get him to grip you a little harder. Letting out a breathy inhale. 

“If it’s going to cause you distress speaking.” Half a step closer, one of his feet between yours. The heat from his body sinking into yours. “I would prefer you just show me.” 

You take that as an invitation. Ghosting your hand over the back of his to guide it lower, along the outside of your thigh. “Good.” 

He hums when your hand stops moving. “Was it around here?” Massaging the area under his fingers, pressing circles in your thigh before fanning them out. Moving his hand a bit lower in time to trailing the fingers at your chin down your throat. “Or perhaps… here?” 

“A little more to the left.” Sliding your hands along his clothed covered ribs, rising higher until your reach the thinner white shirt under it. “You saw at the end right?” His hand moves subtly, closer towards your core and he gets a lot farther. “How are you going to overwrite that memory?” Trying to tilt your face so you can press a kiss at the corner of his mouth. 

That earns you a small chuckle, one that is softened with affection. “Heh. I know he didn’t touch your lips.” Aligning his mouth yours, but keeping just enough space so you feel his breath. The cool moist air, laced with mint, is far nicer as it washes across your face. “If he had of, he wouldn’t have left under his own powers.” 

You let out a soft little whine. You can just imagine what Lucifer would have done if that had happened. That protectiveness wrapped in the layers of his possessiveness makes your knees weak. 

“I simply…” He closes the distance, the soft pressure against your lips, like he’s testing the waters. Letting out a noise as he shifts, his tongue sweeping along the seam of your mouth. You’re happy to part your lips, your tongue meeting his as you moan. His fingers working at your core and it doesn’t take long for the interaction to grow more and more heated. Tasting his tea from earlier, you can feel your heart pounding against your chest. Until Lucifer pulls back, like he’s aware the two of you are just in a back room of a club in the Devildom. “Couldn’t resist you.” 

You have no idea what you look like right now, but based on how much your chest is heaving and how warm your face is, you’ve got little doubt it would be clear to anyone who walked in what you and Lucifer had been doing. “I swear.” Letting your head drop forward to press against his shoulder. “You enjoy teasing me, knowing I can’t do anything because there’s a chance someone could walk in on us.” 

“Well.” The lifting of one of his eyebrows. “The place seems to have really calmed down.” 

“Lucifer.” You look down, not wanting to meet his eyes since your face is warmer for a slightly different reason. “We are not having sex in the back storage room of The Fall.” The tips of your ears are burning. “The other staff could walk in, and it’s awkward enough that all of your brothers have walked in on us at some point knocking boots.” 

“I suppose you are right.” He doesn’t release you, but he doesn’t seem to be pressing his body as close to yours anymore. “Though there is no guarantee another drunk like that will not appear.” You shudder. That wouldn’t be fun, and if there was a second incident… Well. You know Lucifer wouldn’t let them go with just a wet outfit and damaged pride. “Perhaps if we stay like this, no one will bother you.” 

“As much as I’d rather stay here with you.” You let out a sigh, finally lifting your eyes and letting your expression soften. “We can’t leave the others alone. We’re here trying to draw business back to the legitimate clubs, and we both know some of the customers are here to see you specifically.”

You feel as much as you see Lucifer jolt. “Goodness, you are certainly composed.” His hand reaches up to fix your bunny ear headband and push some of your loose hair behind your ear. 

“I doubt that. I’m a realist.” With how warm your skin feels, you don’t believe him about being composed. “We might be married, but your fan still came out to see Bunny Boy Lucifer. They can still dream about a certain blue-eared bunny sweeping them off their feet at times like this.” 

Lucifer lets out a sigh himself this time. His hands moving to rub yours arms. “You’re right, of course, but you could at least allow yourself to be swept away a little.” He’s disappointed, but you can understand why. “I suppose it can’t be helped. We should return to the floor soon.” 

It’s then, that the door opens and you are beyond glad you and Lucifer weren’t doing what you had been a few minutes ago. Or escalated to more physical aspects. 

“Lucifer, apparently, some packages arrived a short while ago. Levi said they have some branding merchandise to go with the Bunny Boy event.” You have to admit, since Satan became First Consul and Lucifer stepped back their relationship seems to have matured a little. “Would you be able to look for them?” 

“Sure.” The word is out of your mouth quickly, even if the question had been directed at Lucifer. Nodding at Satan, who just smiles at you before turning around and leaving to go back to the reception area. 

“Us inspecting the packages that arrived does keep you off the main floor a little longer.” Leaning back into your space to drop his forehead against yours. “We should be able to finish quickly if we check them together.”

“Yeah. Let's go.” Breaking apart at last as the two of you move more into the store room. Towards the bay doors that open and you can both see a pallet that looks like it was partially broken down. “The packages should be around here.” 

“I guess the regular staff must have started on it earlier.” The event did get started earlier with some of the citizens showing up and demanding to get in. Worried they would lose access to the premier show even though they had all bought tickets and their seats were assigned. 

As the two of you work, it doesn’t take you long to get everything sorted and moved. Until Lucifer looks at the manifest and notices there are some boxes that aren’t accounted for. 

“Maybe they got moved?” He nods, glancing around the shelves. 

“Would you check the contents of that box on the top shelf for me?” Motioning to another box higher up that has the same logo at the ones you had unpacked. “You can use the stepladder over there while I check the ones on this side.”

You can reach the box without the ladder, but in heels, it makes sense since your balance is a little off. “Yeah I think this is one of the missing boxes.” Lifting one of the bottles to notice carrots on the foil wrapper.  

“That sound. Was that a bottle of Demonus?” Lucifer stops, and you have to hold in your laughter. Of course, he’d know the sound of those bottles. “The box is probably heavy, so be careful.” 

It’s like he jinxes you. Just as the words leave his mouth, you feel your foot slip as your heel doesn’t land correctly. 

A yell of your name, and your tumble ends quickly. Lucifer’s arms holding you, and the case of demonus, tightly against his chest. “Are you all right?” 

“Damn.” Somewhat breathless at how quickly he moved to catch you. “You’re amazing Lucifer, I just felt my balance starting to go and then you swooped in to catch me.”

This time, he lets out a full-throated laugh. “Naturally. I would never allow you to be injured while I’m with you.” You lift an eyebrow at him as you narrow your eyes. A silent challenge that just makes him chuckle, before being a little cheeky and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “I’m going to set you down slowly.” Feet back on the ground, Lucifer takes the case from you. “Honestly, please don’t scare me like that, we both know you aren’t always steady in those shoes.” 

“Don’t remind me.” Rolling your eyes as you remember the first time you were dragged into the bunny boy mess with all the brothers because of Mammon. The heels that matched the outfit truly left you off balance and you’d dropped more than one tray laded full of drinks back then. 

“Are you hurt anywhere? I’m going to check.” His hands moving quickly and you find it endearing. “How about here? Does it hurt?” When his hand gets lower, and his fingers brush your ankle, you let out a small hiss. “Go ahead, lean against me some more. I’ll be performing a thorough check after that noise.” His touch gentle as he prods at the joint. “Perhaps you should remain behind the bar for the rest of the night, it’s not swollen yet that isn’t a reason to risk more damage.” 

You nod because you agree with him. Yet it still gives you a terrible idea for a bit of teasing. “Behind the bar, I’ll also be more out of sight. Which means less chance for a repeat.” Flashing him a wink. “Plus it means a certain demon can keep his eyes on me a little easier. Or am I wrong and you’re just using this check to try and keep me back here all to yourself a little longer?” 

“It seems I’m caught.” Rising to his full height, placing a hand on your hip. “It’s commendable that you are so dedicated to work, but I’m not ready to let you go. A little longer is fine, don’t you think?” Wrapping his arms around you, you place your hands on his chest. Toying with the diamond-shaped buttons that remind you of the one on his forehead in his demon form. 

Hearing him let out another sigh, you can’t help but lift your gaze to meet his eyes. “It seems I’m dwelling on what happened earlier more than I thought.” His hands ghosting up and down your sides. Unsure if he’s comforting you or himself. “Seeing someone other than me touching you right in front of my eyes…” Trailing off as he closes his eyes, biting his lip for a moment. “Just remembering it make me want to tear that demon apart.” 

“After you rip his tongue out of his skull?” Lifting your hand a little higher and placing it above where his heart is beating.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Another sigh before he cracks his eyes open. “Lest there be any doubt, just know you have no reason to feel responsible, okay?” You nod. Remember the past and how often someone tried to blame you for something just because you had been there. “It’s only natural that you’re captivating. But that doesn’t mean anyone should feel free to touch you.” 

“I think that’s true for everyone, Lucifer.” No one enjoys being touched without their permission. Being a drunk person just seemed to make it worse. 

“Believe me when I say no one is as captivating as you.” Damn him and his smooth words because you are feeling your body warm again. “I agree with you on the other point. And the only one permitted to lay their hands on you is me, your partner. Isn’t that right?” His hands dip a little lower, and you don’t miss the subtle groping of your ass. “I know. You don’t have to look at me like that.” 

You just roll your eyes at him, but you feel yourself growing a little braver this far back in the store room. “I will do my work properly. But for now, just a little longer. Let me keep you in my arms.” He leans down for another kiss, and you meet him with a low hum in your throat. 

Using his slight distraction to move your hand lower and teasing your fingers over his crotch. With just that simple touch, you can feel his pants starting to bulge. “Lucifer?” Breaking the kiss but staying close enough that there’s almost no space between you. 

“Yes My Love?”

“You said you’d overwrite everywhere he touched right?” Nipping at his bottom lip as you don’t wait for an answer. “He was pressed against my whole backside. I’m not sure I can wait until we’re home.” Rubbing at the tent between his legs, aware of the moisture starting to pool in your core. 

“You are aware.” Whispering the words against your lips as one of his hands moves again, ghosting along your spine over the material of your vest and shirt before hitting the fake bunny tail. “You were the one who pointed out we could be seen?” 

“This far back.” Licking your lips which has the tip brushing against his bottom lip. “We’d hear someone when they came in.” Starting to roll your hips, grinding against his leg to try and get more friction against your core. “Please Lucifer.” A soft moan escaping your throat when he starts to massage your butt in his hands. “Just a quickie.” 

“Fine.” His mouth reconnects with yours, a quick plunge of his tongue inside of your mouth as the wet muscle sweeps along your teeth. “A quickie.” His eyes flick around the area before he nods to himself. “Turn around.” His hands are on the fasteners of your pants as he works them open and pushes the fabric down with your underwear over the curve of your ass. 

You can hear him working his own pants open, and by the sound of it he’s just using the zipper. The idea of being caught like this has more slick forming in your core and starting to drip from the space between your legs. You can just picture his pants open, underwear pushed to the side with his cock proudly jutting from the fabric. How there’s already a bead of precum forming on the head. “Please Baby, I need you.” Letting a whine coat your words as you grind back against him. 

“I know Love, I know.” Using his foot to push your feet apart so youre body is spread the way he wants. Feeling his knees brush against the inside of your legs as he makes adjustments. You moan when his hot dick brushes against your skin, one of his hands moving to your front to help align himself with your slick opening. With both of you in heels, it makes the usual positioning a little harder, but the second he presses into you, you moan. Long and loud before you remember where you are. 

Slapping a hand over your mouth as you let Lucifer do most of the work. His hand on your core, those long fingers helping to keep his cock inside of you as he trusts his hips with the intent to bring both of you to orgasm. The heel of his hand rubbing your clit as he starts to whisper in your ear. “Is this better My Love?” His other hand is between your breasts, making sure your back is pressed against his chest while his hips hammer away. “My touch bringing you closer, as the heat from my body sinks into yours.” 

You’ve got your free hand planted against the metal shelving holding dried goods. Feeling your eyes rolling back as you moan under your hand. He can’t get as deep as normal, but the position has more pressure against the parts of your vagina that align with your clit. Between his cock and the heel of his hand, there’s constant pressure against the bundle of nerves from both ends. “You’re growing tighter.” His mouth against your ear as he pants the words. “All because of me, because of the way I touch you.” Trailing his nose along the shell of your ear. “I wonder, if after this.” Swallowing loud enough that you know he did it just for your benefit, and how his noises make you hornier. “Everyone else will smell how I bred my little bunny.” 

You moan again, feeling your insides tighten as another flood of liquid is pulled from your core. “That’s a good girl.” Pressing his lips to the skin of your neck just under your earlobe. “I hope by now you know this is just the prelude.” His hips are moving faster now. “Whatever plans you have for tomorrow, cancel them.” A circular motion added to his hand and you can feel your insides growing tighter as a line of fire begins to race up your spine. “Because I’m not letting you leave our bed.” A dark chuckle and you can picture the smirk on his face. “Not until every pore of your skin drips of my scent, to remind others, only I can touch you.” 

You pant against your hand, your stomach tight as your breathing grows uneven. You’re oh so close. “My wife.” Fuck. Those two words do you in, your eyes rolling back into your head and you have to rely on Lucifer to keep you standing as your legs shake. 

He hides his groan against your neck, feeling his seed spurt inside of you. Feeling satisfied that anyone else who tries to get too close to you tonight is going to smell his cum. A clear reminder that you aren’t just an exchange student anymore, you’re part of the Devildom elite and no ones play thing. 

“Damn Lucifer.” You pant, letting yourself lean against him, well aware of your shared juices starting to slip from your core and sliding down your leg. “I could really go for round two-” 

“Lucifer?” Leviathan is looking for the two of you, calling your name after his brothers and you feel your face go pale. “What is taking you two so long? It’s almost time for the show?”

“We just finished with the packages delivered, I assume it was your clever idea Levi?” You can’t seem to move, yet Lucifer is calling out as he removes himself from your body and starts to put his clothes in order. 

“Yeah. I thought it might help to have some limited edition stuff to sell after we’re gone to help keep people coming instead of the illegitimate clubs.” He still sounds like he’s near the entrance as you start to fix your own clothes. “Where are you two?” 

“Near the back.” You send Lucifer a glare. “After we finished, I realized the incident left” He says your name with clear affection “clothes damaged in such a way that magic won’t fix it.” You blink as you look down at your vest. It isn’t that bad. “We were looking for spare uniforms and just found one.” 

Oh. Damn. Sometimes your husband really does seem to be five steps ahead. 

“Oh okay. I guess see you guys in five minutes?” 

“Yeah. Sorry to take so long Levi!” The second the door closes again you use magic to fix your outfit. Too bad nothing can be done to hide what else the two of you had done. 

When Levi stepped out of the store room, he could feel the flush on his face. “I knew I should have gone back there~” Jumping when Asmo latched onto him. 

“You’d think Lucifer could keep it in his pants for one night.” Belphie huffed, unhappy at having had to fill in on the floor for the missing pair. 

“Be honest.” Mammon has his hands in the air as he makes a pose for the crowd watching them, waiting for the show to start. “Can ya blame him? I mean. I was ready to skin that guy and she’s my sister. If she was my wife? I’d have done a lot more than just pour Demonus on em.” 

None of the brothers could argue with that, but that didn’t mean they were going to enjoy the smell of sex coming off the two of you for the rest of the night.