CONTAINS: smut, more smut, praise, p in v, size kink(maybe?), degradation,prolly more but idk all of them so lmk what other ones are included
a/n: I think one of Tue BIGGEST things I hate about Lucifer (I love him don't get me wrong! This isn't a character hate its just a trait of his I hate!) is the fact that he ALWAYS WORKS LATE! So what did I do? I wrote a fic where you distract him from work because he worked too long. 👌😎👌 I also wrote this bc @ninalphashy mentioned something about Lucifer and it gave me an idea! So thanks! This doesn't contain a whole lot of the reader talking? Sorry about that.
"Luciferrrrrrrr! What do you want for dinner?" Your voice called from the kitchen, expecting a response. Silence met your words. "Lucifer?" You call again, louder. Still silence. "Hm. Is he lost in his work again?" You think as you start walking towards his office.
"Lucifer?" You knock briefly as you push open the door. "Not now___ I have to get these papers done for Lord Diavolo." The familiar slightly rough focused tone of Lucifer's voice is heard as your eyes land on his bowed head. The faint sound of a pen scirtching across paper met your ears as you saw him.
"Lucifer. Darling. Its nearly 8:00 pm already. You haven't eaten all day. And I made food. For you. Please?" You asked sweetly, trying to convince him to come down and eat even though from past times it never worked. "I know and I'm sorry. But I need to get these papers done by tomorrow evening." He gestured with a hand at the stack of papers by his left hand. "They're for the RAD student council. I appreciate you making dinner. Perhaps you can save a plate for me when I finish." It wasn't a question or demand, somewhere in between.
You slowly moved over, leaning against the front of his desk to TRY and distract him. Key word: TRY. It usually never really worked unless you went all out. With no other choice on how to get his attention you did. Moving around until you could gently run your hands along his shoulders, causing them to tense slightly as you started kneading them.
"___ what are you doing?" He asked, voice dropped slightly as his pen stilled. "Helping you relax. Duh" you said innocently as your hands worked down his back. When you finished the back you gently pushed him back on his chair so you could do his front, straddling his lap with the illusion on a massage. "___ this is highly inappropriate. I am trying to work" he said. But it was that faint hint of a sigh in his voice that indicated you were winning. Thinking you were getting him more relaxed in order to get him to eat, you were met with quite the surprise after roughly 20 minutes of continuous kneading.
When you pulled away and started to get up, you were abruptly flipped around and bent over his desk as his larger hands gripped your hips tightly. "And where do you think your going ___?" His voice growled out by your ear. "O-oh....I-i was going to eat?" Your voice phrased it as more of a question than an actual answer. Breath hitching as you felt the hot, hard press of him against your ass.
"Is that so? Your not going to stay and lend me a hand with this.......issue..you caused?" His voice dripped with lustful amusement as he ground slightly against you. "I-i........I-i guess.....I can..." You mumbled out. "What was that ___? I couldn't hear you" you heard behind you as a sharp nip was laid on your throat.
"I-i said I can" you gasped out, heart thundering as you unconsciously pressed back on him. "Good girl." Large hands gently rubbed along your sides as one flipped your skirt up. "My my.....no underwear? Did you walk around like this all day? Soaked and hoping I would bend you over my desk like a slut? Is that it?" He growled, two gloved fingers circling your clit without actually touching it. "Answer me ___. Did you?" A sharp pinch was placed on your inner thigh as he waited for an answer. "Y-yes..." You whimpered out as you squirmed.
His grip on your waist tightened as he held you still. "Stay still. Naughty sluts like you who walk around all day like this don't get to move. Is that understood?" you nodded quickly. His hand slowly traced your folds, gathering the slick that coated them on a finger before licking it clean. "Fuck you taste good. Like honey and sin" he growled as he dropped down to his knees. Strong hands opened your thighs more as his face got level with your folds. "Honey and sin." He repeated before diving in. Long licks alternated with shorter faster ones, mixed with soft nips at your folds. "You gonna cum? Cum for me ___" he growled as he felt your muscles tighten. By then he'd taken his gloves off to plunge two long fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a fast pace. "That's it ___. Let go. Cum for me like the needy little slut you are" his words, combined with a harsh suck on your clit sent you over the edge. "Good girl ___. Came so beautifully for me." He praised as he sucked your juices off his finger. Standing swiftly and leaning over your back as he undid his pants.
"You ready for me ___? I won't go easy" he warned. It wasn't really an ask, he was just letting you know. You nodded. With one hand he lined himself up, the other gripping your hip as he pushed in slowly. He stilled, letting you adjust before he started moving. Slow deep thrusts, gradually building up u til he was pounding into you with reckless abandon, desk skidding slightly from how hard he was thrusting. All you could comprehend was the thick hot slide of him, stretching your walls open, splitting you deep with each thrust. One hand braced himself on the desk while the other lifted your hips to hit your sweet spot. "Found your little spot huh ___? Cum for me." He growled, slamming I to you harder, chasing his own orgasm now. His hand slipped around to circle your clit in time with his thrusts, driving you over the edge. "fuck! That's it......good girl. Came so beautifully." He painted, hips stuttering as he neared his climax. "gonna fill you up, all the way until your dripping me for days" he wasn't really focused on what he was saying. He came with a low groan, hot thick ropes of white coating your walls.
"Guess we'll have to do that again. In bed"
