#cwbs

The next week she sat at their usual booth. Lucifer had said he’d been there before her when he called her the night before, but by the time she arrived Michael said he hadn’t seen him yet today. Still, she decided to be patient. It wasn’t like him to be late, and also they’d just started dating, so why would he flake on her now? Her hands gently pulled at her gloves, looking around the diner as it was virtually empty. Where was he? Why hadn’t he come by yet? She looked down at her little wrist watch, seeing the time tick by. She’d been sitting there for about thirty minutes, and she wasn’t used to not having breakfast with Lucifer, anymore.

“Michael?” She asked, walking over to the counter where Michael read his newspaper and drank his coffee. “Do you think you could try calling the house? Maybe Lucifer overslept.” Michael looked over to her, putting his paper down a bit,

“Lucifer didn’t come back home last night.” He admitted.

“Shurley’s.”

“He what!” She exclaimed, shocked by his calm demeanor, “You didn’t even think to look for him!” Michael’s mouth opened and he looked away, not expecting her to be yelling at him. He remained calm, answering her with his best excuse, “It’s not usual for him to stay out, he’s a big boy–”

“But you don’t even think to see if he’s home?” She demanded, her anxiety starting to go through the roof as she moved back and forth, her hands starting to crawl up into her hair. As she began to panic, the diner’s phone began to ring. Michael made his way over, putting it to his ear and trying to ignore the way she was staring into his soul with a desperation he’d never seen before.

“Is that Lucifer?” She asked, her hand reaching for the phone but Michael kept it away, putting an arm up to keep her at bay. All she could see was the back of Michael’s head, his black hair slicked back neatly as he wore his managerial uniform. 

“Mike–”

“Lucifer!” He hissed into the phone, turning his back away from Lucifer’s girlfriend who looked about ready to leap over the counter and talk to him.

Michael let out a huff as Lucifer spoke into the phone– turns out his brother had gotten into a fight and the police had been called. Lucifer was currently using his one phone call from the jailhouse up the street and needed to be bailed out. Once he hung up, she was back in Michael’s face, her usual shy demeanor completely gone as she was now worried sick about her boyfriend. It seemed she was the only one who was worried about him, as Michael just acted like this was nothing new. Grabbing his jacket and motioning with her, Michael made one of the staff temporary managers before heading out the door with her. 

Lucifer, on the other hand, sat in an empty jail cell, still dressed in his regular black leather jacket and ripped jeans. He’d meant to go home the night before, but he wanted to take a walk instead of drive. As he was getting close to the house, a group of guys around his age stopped him, making a comment about how he needed to “get a job,” “stop hanging around the diner like some homeless freak,” and “maybe stay away from that nice girl for once. Quit bothering her, you’re just going to drag her down with you.” He could handle the comments about his looks, about himself; but you don’t bring her into this. Admittedly, Lucifer swung first, and was outnumbered no matter how well he fought. He’d also had a bit to drink on his way home, and as his ass now sat on a cold cell bench, he even had a shiny black eye to show off. 

“What did you do.” 

The deputy opened the door, and all he saw was a flash of pink as she raced towards the cell. Her hands gripped the bars, and Lucifer stood, confused and concerned as to why she was here, he didn’t want her to see him like this.

“Hey– the hell are you doing here?”

“Are you okay?” She asked, tears stained on her face as she saw the black eye he had. Her hand reached through the bars to touch his face. His eye was clearly swollen and he couldn’t see too well. The right side of his vision was a complete blur, and he had to move his head to see Michael coming in behind her.

No, “Are you okay, Lucifer?” No, “Can you see Lucifer?” Just, “What did you do.” Like it was an accusation, not a hint of sympathy in Michael’s tone as he kept his hard stare on his younger brother. Lucifer frowned, feeling his frustration build as he continued to grip the bars. Her touch was so gentle on his face it made him want to cry, but he couldn’t. Not right now.

She frowned at this, refusing to believe it. Lucifer was her best friend, her lover. She loved him and she’d defend him until she was blue in the face.

“They– they fucking started it.” Lucifer argued, looking between her and Michael. Michael and Lucifer were used to this, but this had an air of a different kind of tension about it. “What happened?” She asked softly, trying to move herself closer to him through the bars. “I need to get you some ice–”

“Those assholes were saying I was gonna hold you back.” He replied, trying to keep his face stoic and repressed, but the bitterness was in his voice. “Said I was just gonna ruin you and embarrass your fucking family’s reputation because of who I am.”

“Who did it?” She asked quietly, and he let out a scoff with a shake of his head.

“Very cute, you’re not defending my honor.”

“I said, “Who did it!” She snapped, staring up at him with determination, her face hard. “Tell me, I’ll take care of it–”

“You’re going to have hell to pay when I decide to get your ass out of here. You have no right to speak to her like that.”

“What do you think you’re going to do, huh?” He asked, his tone matching hers. “You think you’re just gonna go up to these strangers because I said something, and then I have to get you out of the hospital when they beat your ass close to death? Not happening.” His voice was low, watching her every move.

“Go home.” He said, his heart aching as he said. “Just go home and forget about me.”

“What–”

“Go. Home.” He barked, pushing himself off the bars and away from her. Before she could really process it Michael had grabbed her arm and was escorting her out of the room. The elder Shurley turned to Lucifer once she was out of the room, his own voice low and almost dangerous as he spoke,

Lucifer said nothing as Michael left, glaring at his back as he walked out.

Lucifer waited behind the door of their motel room, listening for her to unlock it so he could wrap his hand around her mouth and grab her. She had mentioned a few days prior that she wanted to try something different with their sex life, “not that there was anthing wrong with it,” she said, trying to think of how to explain it. “It’s just that I kinda… wanna play something out.” He didn’t immediately understand, but he wasn’t against doing anything she asked of him. When she’d brought it up, they were sitting at their usual spot in the diner, holding hands on the seat.

Lucifer always took the window seat, always wanting to watch the people go by but as they sat there, he brought his knife out for whatever reason, twirling the blade against the table. It’s not that he never noticed her staring every time he brought his knife out, he just never entirely knew how to approach the subject. Was she scared? Was she intrigued? He jokingly brought it up to her neck, not even touching skin to see her reaction, “What, you think I’m gonna cut you?” He hissed, trying to playfully intimidate her and he immediately recognized the look in her eyes.

His eyes widened a little, and he almost laughed but he could see she was a little embarrassed by it, “You can talk to me,” he lowered his voice, making it gentler to show he wasn’t making fun of something she was interested in sexually. “I’m not gonna laugh, I promise.” He put the knife away, watching her eyes following his movements as he brought his now free hand to her cheek. “Tell me what’s on your mind, I’m not gonna judge you. Maybe I’ll like it, too.” He watched her face flush as she broke eye contact.

“I kinda have.. A fantasy.” Lucifer’s ears perked up immediately and he moved a little closer– if possible– to listen to what she said. “You know…” She stuttered, playing with her fingers, “How people think you’re kinda… scary looking?”

“I’m scary looking?” This wasn’t news, but he was gonna tease her a little. He just didn’t want her to think he was scary looking.

“Not to me, I promise!” She swore, turning to look at him. He knew she was being genuine. “But, sometimes people tell me you’re kinda scary and well.. I like that.”

“You like that people are afraid of me?” She nodded, “It makes me feel like I’m special because I don’t think you’re scary, I think you’re handsome and like that you’re,” She paused, almost like she lost her train of thought, “rough around the edges.”

“Sweetheart, my love, darling,” He moved his hand from hers and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as though they’d kiss, “What are you asking of me?” Lucifer had an idea but he wanted to hear her say it directly. She looked away again, mumbling the answer. “What?”

“M-Mugging, or, you know.. Rape fantasty.” She admitted, staring at her lap where her free hand lay. He could see how ashamed she was of it and tried not to make it worse, “Does it include my knife?” She nodded. “Do you want me to pretend to mug or kidnap you and just have my way with you?” Her face burned harder as she nodded again, completely covering her face with her hair. But Lucifer was having none of that, moving it to the side so he could whisper in her ear, “Name the date.”

So that’s where he stood now, in their frequent hotel room, flicking and unflicking his knife open as he waited. She wasn’t late, thankfully, he’d be worried if she was. Eventually, he heard the hotel door unlock and smelt her familiar perfume, grabbing her immediately with his hand over her mouth and his knife against her throat as she burst into a fit of giggles. She was almost too excited about this, feeling his hand with the knife with her fingers, taking in the fingerless gloves he chose to wear. His face wasn’t covered but he did look a little more disheveled than normal.

He let her go after a moment, and couldn't start a scene without a Hello, at least. Lucifer placed his knife away for a moment so they could kiss, her giggles filling the room as she looked up at him. He had to be serious for a moment, checking their safe word and having her repeat it before attempting to get in character, “I have to be mean to you now, baby.” She nodded eagerly, and he went to move before she stopped him, “Can I have another kiss before we start?” Of course he gave it to her, though almost reluctantly because he wanted to try and stay in character before they got started.

Clearing his throat, he stood over her, watching her shrink a little in excitement as he brandished his knife again, grabbing her by the waist and twisting her around so they were back-to-chest once again. He wanted to compliment her, having chosen to wear her best dress for this game. Her hair was perfect, her makeup done, even wearing her Sunday pearls. She looked like a little dress up doll, his dress up doll. Lucifer heard her giggle before gasping and little out a small moan at the feel of the blade against her skin. It was cold, and he hadn’t meant to actually press it against her in fear of really cutting her.

Meanwhile, Lucifer looked like a mess. His hair wasn’t brushed, he had still showered and kept his basic hygiene of course, but he placed dirt all over his hands for the effect and the fingerless gloves were a nice touch as he’d chosen to still wear his leather jacket and the absolutely worst condition pants and shirts, stuff with rips in them. She could feel his breath in her ear as she at least tried to struggle, but she couldn’t help feeling excited because it was Lucifer, not some stranger. She couldn’t take it seriously as he pushed her face first into the wall- with no objections from her- as he began kissing at her neck and feeling at her breast with his free hand. “Pretty girls like you shouldn’t walk home by yourself.” He mumbled.

She closed her eyes, taking in the roughness of Lucifer’s stubble as it grazed at her neck and even her cheek as he’d get in close to move her face and kiss her roughly on the mouth. She could feel his erection poking her through her skirt and she tried everything in her power not to move back against him. She cleared her throat, trying to sound scared, “Please don’t hurt me.” “I’m not gonna hurt you, not if you do as I say.” She almost whined as he moved away from her flipping her over so her back was against the wall.

Lucifer took his knife, trailing it from her neck down to the buttons at the top of her dress as they made eye contact. “I have another one.” She explained and that was all he needed to know before he was popping the buttons off her dress with the knife, feeling her bare skin with the tip as he went down, Lucifer’s lips following and kissing her neck as he slowly undressed her. “Such pretty skin, I’d hate to have to use this.” His teeth sunk into her skin for a moment and it took her by such surprise she couldn’t hold down the moan.

“If you even try to move again I’m gonna mark you for every time you squirm.” Once her dress was completely unbuttoned, he opened it up, continuing to move the tip of the blade against her skin as he left her standing in her heels, underwear, and stockings. Her dress fell to the floor and Lucifer got to his knees, feeling the fabric of what remained as his fingertips traced the pattern of her stockings and his mouth going right to her underwear, kissing her clit area. She shivered, trying to lean against the wall for support fully as Lucifer gently took his knife, grabbed a hold of her stocking, and violently ripped them apart.

“Keep the heels on.” he mumbled, before standing fully again.

Grabbing her arm, Lucifer threw her onto the bed, undoing his belt with one hand as he began playing with her hair, knife still in hand. “You know what to do, right?” He asked, bringing the knife down to her throat. “Come on, pretty girl. Suck my cock.” When she hesitated, he grabbed her by the hair, causing another moan to fall out as he brought her forward, watching as she tried to resist but it was no use as she began pleasing him the way she always did. Lucifer’s head went back as she sucked him off, moaning as she tried not to seem too eager to please.

“Look at you,” he said, running the knife down her cheek as she got him off, “You’ll suck any man’s dick as long as he compliments you, right? Look at the way you’re trying to deepthroat me--” He moaned, “Such a good girl. That’s right, if you make me cum I might eat your pussy. And you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Some random man eating your pussy in a dark alleyway. I bet you’re soaked right now.”

She tried to muffle “no”, but Lucifer gripped her hair a little harder now, not enough to hurt but enough to definitely feel as he began thrusting his hips into her mouth. “Fuck, baby. That’s right. Just like that- suck my cock. I don’t care if I cum, I’m still fucking your little cunt like I own it when I’m done with you whether you like it or not.” He held her face in place, thrusting in time with her as she opened her eyes and they made contact, the metaphorical hearts in her eyes visible as he came down her throat.

Lucifer pulled out, releasing her softly and watched as she swallowed every drop to the best of her ability, handing her a water bottle to get the taste out of her mouth. He quietly asked if she was okay and she nodded, giving him a smile and making him lean down for a kiss before resuming. She was sat up straight on the bed and he pushed her back down, climbing on top as she feigned another struggle, her wrists being held down harshly and she couldn’t help giving him another smile. Lucifer placed his body weight on her for a moment to keep her down, the feel of his clothes brushing up against her bare skin excited her more as he forced her legs open with his knees. She froze as he released one of her wrists, the knife going down to her bra and into the strap.

Once again, they made eye contact and she nodded, having brought a whole new set of clothes just like the ones she had worn there so as not to raise any questions, so losing this particular bra was fine. She nodded to him, and the bra strap broke in under a second as Lucifer cut it, moving to the other side and doing the same before simply ripping the rest of it off her. They continued to watch the other, Lucifer’s bladed hand now moving to her underwear. The tip went under the cloth, slowly moving to one of her leg holes and cutting it up, the sound of ripping being the only thing they heard besides their own breathing as he made no ceremony to rip those off her too, not bothering to cut the other side. Returning to kissing her neck, he kissed a bite mark he’d left and put the knife down so he could feel her wetness, rubbing her clit easily before slipping a finger in with no resistance.

Both letting out a moan, Lucifer quickly wrapped his hand around her mouth, telling her to shut up and there they were- those damn heart eyes as he found her G-Spot and her hips lifted off the bed. “You’re so fucking wet, oh my God. You do like this.” He wasn’t even in character about it at this point, just amazed that she never told him about this before. Releasing her mouth, he moved down to her pussy, placing her thighs on the side of his head as remnants of her stockings were still trying to cling for dear life.

Opening her lips and licking a long stroke from her entrance to her clit, she let out a whine above him. He felt himself getting hard again as he began to eat her out, sucking on her clit and trying to get as much of her arousal in his mouth as he could, softly grinding his hips into the mattress to create friction as he began moving his finger again. Adding a second one, he pushed his fingers in and out, stretching her open as he continued to eat her like she was his last meal on Earth. Lucifer felt her fingers in his hair, pulling as she whined, “Daddy.” He groaned at the name, sucking and licking faster as she clenched around his fingers and came into his mouth.

Gently licking any excess and making sure to avoid her sensitive clit, he removed his fingers and licked them clean, coming over to kiss her and handing her the water again. “You wanna keep going?” It wasn’t about the fantasy anymore, he just wanted to make her feel good, and whether the knife or act were still involved– he didn’t care. Lucifer pressed his forehead against hers, kissing her face as he let her come down from the high. Eventually, she nodded, and Lucifer moved back on top, stroking his dick for a moment before slowly pushing it inside her.

He covered her mouth again, moving his hips slowly before picking up the pace, moving his body weight down onto her again as he grabbed the knife, pressing it to her throat as his hips slammed into hers. “You like this, huh? You like being my little slut?” Lucifer heard her moan from behind his hand, her hips lifting as she nodded. “I’m gonna cum inside you.” He said, watching her reaction as she pretended to be shocked, muffling “No!” but nodding, giving him the okay. He released her mouth for a second so he could sit up, moving her legs to his waist.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me cumming inside you?” She grabbed at his jacket, fisting the material as he went faster. “Please- please don’t come inside me, sir.” She begged, trying to continue the act. “You’ll get me pregnant!” “And we wouldn’t want that, would we? You having a stranger’s baby?” She whined again, moaning louder as he kept talking, “I said, you’re gonna have my fucking baby. So just lie there and let me fill you up!” If he kept talking like that she was gonna cum so hard, “Come on, sweetheart. Give Daddy a baby. Let him put his kid inside you. I know you want it. I know you wanna have my baby, so just let me do it.” He moved down, kissing her hard before throwing the knife away as they embraced each other.

“I’m gonna get you so fucking pregnant.” He moaned, knowing that wasn’t true but they could pretend. Lucifer felt her getting close again, as he desperately chased his release, “Come on, baby. Cum for me, be a good girl and cum for me, let me ruin you.” With that she came, releasing his own orgasm as he came inside, not moving until every last drop was out. He stayed there for a moment, refusing to pull out as she wrapped her legs tight around him to keep him inside. Lucifer kissed her face, her mouth, her neck as he stroked her hair, whispering his love as she did the same and he eventually softened up, pulling out and once again handing her the water bottle and a towel, asking if she enjoyed herself.