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Vox wasted no time. As soon as the bell rang, he lunged forward with a roar, his first punch aimed straight for Lucifer's stomach.

Lucifer dodged with unexpected agility (well expected for you), twisting away with a smirk as he sidestepped the blow with ease.

Vox spun, fists clenched as he followed the king of hell, his expression twisted in an angry snarl. "Stay still, you bastard!"

Meanwhile, you could feel Charlie's hand move to grip at your forearm. The action causing you to remove your eyes from your husband—with great difficulty you may add—so you could look at her.

"Darling? What's wrong-"

"How are you so calm right now?!!" She yelled anxiously, her eyes kept darting away from your concerned ones to her father in the ring before they'd go back to you.

All you did was smile back gently, locking eyes with Vaggie who was sitting on Charlie's left side, a look of concern on her own face. You gave her a subtle nod, and she instantly relaxed.

Then you went back to Charlie, your hand moving to hold hers and give it a firm squeeze.

"Because I trust him, my love. And I need you to do the same..."

You whispered to her with great conviction. Your voice calm and steady, so steady that your daughter almost wanted to jump in her seat in frustration.

"But—!" Charlie started, only to be cut off as the crowd suddenly erupted into gasps and cheers. Your daughter's head whipped back toward the ring—

Just in time to see Lucifer duck under another wild swing from Vox, countering with a sharp jab to the ribs that sent the TV demon stumbling back.

Your husband rolled his shoulders, grinning as he bounced lightly on his toes.

"C'mon, Voxy~" he taunted, "I know you've got more than that."

Vox spat onto the canvas, glaring. "Oh, I do."

And then—

CRACK.

A brutal right hook slammed into Lucifer's jaw, snapping his head to the side.

Charlie gasped violently but you didn't even blink, only gave her hand a second reassuring squeeze.

Because when Lucifer turned back, slowly and deliberately, there wasn't an ounce of pain on his face.

Just that same, fucking smirk.

"There it is," he purred, licking the blood off his split lip. "Now we're having fun."

"Come on, darling~! It'll be so much fun~!!!"

Your husband whined at you pleadingly as he waved a pair of boxing gloves in front of your face.

Meanwhile, you stood there with your arms crossed over your chest. You were still dressed in a formal pencil skirt, an expensive silky blouse and a pair of very high Louboutin heels.

It was late at night at this point, as usual you had finished a long day of meetings before you went to the gym where Lucifer was training.

It was probably the 4th month of training at this point and Lucifer was feeling like he was neglecting you.

Everyday you'd sit there on the couch next to the gym ring, a bunch of paperwork on your lap as you worked through the night while he trained.

Some days, the two of you would barely even say a word to each other.

Which is why he suggested this.

"Honey...I don't think this is a good idea. Let's just go home." You murmured quietly as you shook your head.

Lucifer huffed impatiently, stepping closer to you. He was sweaty and shirtless, sporting just a pair of training shorts and boxing wraps on his scarred knuckles.

"Pleaseeeee?"

He pouted, the puppy eyes were just a bonus and you huffed in annoyance. It was almost unfair how well that pretty face worked.

"I can teach you some moves!! It'll be so much fun~"

He walked over to you with another pout, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close against his chest.

"Come on, darling~" he continued to pout, ducking his head to bury it into your shoulder. "I miss you."

You fluttered your eyes shut for a moment as you heard his voice soften into something a little more vulnerable.

He nuzzled into your neck even more, the scent of sweat, leather, and faintly metallic adrenaline clung to him, but underneath it all was just him—the familiar warmth of your husband, the one who still got clingy when he missed you. And oh, how you missed him back.

"You've been sitting over there every night, working...and I've been over here, training..." He sighed, fingers tracing idle circles on your lower back. "I just...want to spend time with you. Even if it's like this."

Yeah….he got you.

You instinctively leaned your cheek against his reddened ones before you sighed dramatically.

"Fine."

Lucifer gasped in excitement at your fake-annoyed response, before he pulled back to press a loud kiss on your lips.

His grin was instantaneous—brighter than the fucking sun really—as he eagerly helped you out of your heels, carefully rolling up your blouse sleeves before slipping the gloves onto your hands.

"Alright, gorgeous," He murmured, stepping back into position. "Show me what you've got."

You swung, adorably clumsy and he barely managed to stifle his laugh as he dodged with ease.

"Wrong stance, sweetheart." He corrected gently, adjusting your posture with a touch so light it was almost reverent.

And for the next hour, the two of you were lost in each other—laughter bouncing off the gym walls, his teasing instructions, your mock-glaring when he dared to land a featherlight tap on your nose.

It wasn't about training. It wasn't about Vox. It wasn't even about the fight.

It was just...you and him. Like always.

DING.

The memory shattered as the bell rang again—signaling the end of the first round—and Lucifer's gaze flicked up to yours in the crowd. Just for a second while his coach dabbed away at his sweat.

Instantly you locked eyes, and despite you doing a fantastic job at masking it, Lucifer could still see the concern that flashed in your gaze.

No one knew you like he did.

So took a moment to really look at you, gave a long blink that said: "I'm okay."

And you were able to breath again. Just in time for the second round.

And it began again. Vox was trying everything he could to get a good hit on his opponent, but Lucifer was dodging every single swing. He was fast.

Too fucking fast.

"C'mon, pretty boy~" Vox spat, panting heavily. "Quit running."

Lucifer just grinned, leaning back with practiced ease. "But I'm just giving you a chance to show off all your new dance moves, princess~"

Vox growled irritably, swinging wildly, a left hook then a right hook but Lucifer danced backward, his smirk never faltering. Until-

CRACK.

Vox’s fist finally connected, a brutal uppercut snapping Lucifer’s head back. The crowd roared as the King staggered, just for a second before catching himself.

Vox grinned, teeth bared as pride filled his body.

"That’s more like it." He panted, rolling his shoulders. "Starting to think you were all talk, Your Majesty."

Lucifer spat blood onto the canvas, rolling his jaw with a chuckle.

"Oh, Voxy..." he crooned, "Didn’t realize you wanted me to hit back."

Within the second, his fist buried itself in Vox’s gut, so fast the other demon barely saw it coming. Vox doubled over with a wheeze, only for Lucifer’s knee to meet his face on the way down.

The arena erupted.

Vox hit the mat hard, coughing as blood dripped from his nose. But he scrambled up fast, eyes blazing with fury.

"You-!" He snarled, wiping his mouth. "You think this is funny? You think you're better than me?"

Lucifer just tilted his head, bouncing lightly on his toes.

"Mm. Yes."

Vox snapped. He lunged, with no technique and no strategy, just raw, unfiltered rage.

And that scared you more than anything.

A glancing blow to Lucifer’s ribs.

CRACK.

Another blow to your husband's stomach. And then another one-

"MOM!! YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING-"

Charlie yelled with panic in your ear but you could barely hear her.

Because beneath the stone cold look on your face—your heart beat was so loud in your ears that you could barely hear anything.

A wild swing grazed his temple this time.

CRACK.

You could almost hear this last one as Vox's fist made contact with your husband's jaw. And you couldn't stay quiet anymore.

In a split second, Charlie turned her head again to yell at you but you weren't there.

The sight of your empty chair confused her for a second until she looked up and saw you down there. Standing right next to the ring.

DING.

The bell echoed again as the second round wrapped up. They had a minute long pause now before the next and final round.

And you were already at Lucifer's side. Truly, you were so fast that even the overlords and other Sins that were sitting on the lower level of the VIP section never felt your presence until you were standing right there.

Lucifer was slumped back against the ropes on his side. His blonde hair a tussled mess, golden colored blood ran down his chin from his busted lip and down the sides of his face from the different cuts on his temples.

You quickly levitated yourself until you were leveled with the ropes.

Your hands slid in between them quickly so you could take a hold of your husband's face.

"Hey..."

The sight broke your heart and despite the clear dazed look in his eyes, he still gave you a wide, bloody toothy grin through his mouth guard.

He leaned in your touch, golden eyes focusing on your face as he tried to control his labored breathing.

"Hey, gorgeous..." he croaked, voice muffled by the mouth guard, but the affection was clear through the hoarseness. "I'm alright..."

You wanted to throw up. But you held it together.

"I know you are." You said to him with an air of absolute conviction as you pressed your forehead against his. Locking your eyes with his own, staring deep into the gold in them as you said your next words.

"But I need you to pull it together now, okay?"

He took a shaky inhale in, almost shuddering a bit in your hold, probably from the pain and adrenaline. And the fact that he knew what you meant, he was getting lost in his pride and was now losing his focus.

He held your tender gaze, eyes softening as the last of his defiant bravado melted away.

In its stead, you saw only the man underneath. Raw, vulnerable, but strong. Strong and loving.

He took another moment to just breathe, then nodded. "...Okay." He murmured, voice quieter.

Your brows frowned as you held his face tighter. Nodding your head back at him, almost shaking him a bit to make sure that he was here with you.

"I need you to finish this, darling. So we could go home already...yeah?"

Your voice broke a little at the end but thankfully no one could hear it. Well, no one but Lucifer.

And you saw his eyes soften when he heard that subtle crack in your voice, knowing you better than anyone else. He knew exactly how you were feeling, he always did.

His hands came up to lay gently on your hips, giving them a tender squeeze with his thick gloves as he leaned forward as much as the ropes allowed, just barely brushing his nose against yours.

"I will." He slurred and you finally relaxed.

You gave him a final nod—patted his sweaty, broad chest twice before you finally pushed yourself back.

Letting yourself go down gravelly until your heels hit the ground under you. You turned around and instantly all the Sins and overlords that were sitting there got up on their feet and gave you a low bow.

You only gave them a tilt of your chin before you walked up to a random seat there and sat down without another word. Not caring that you probably took someone's place.

Charlie and Vaggie also teleported to where you were, wanting to get a closer look of the fight but they stayed standing.

You crossed your legs elegantly, still keeping your posture straight and your face unreadable.

But the sight only egged him on, not Lucifer. Vox.

DING.

Round Three began and Vox was grinning like a fucking shark, blood still dripping from his nose as he circled Lucifer, his voice pitched just low enough that only the king could hear.

"Y’know, Morningstar..." He purred, licking his split lip, "I do love a woman with power."

Lucifer’s jaw ticked…once. But enough for Vox to see it.

"Bet she’s wild in bed—all that pent-up dominance..." He chuckled with a feign left, then a vicious right aimed at Lucifer’s ribs.

The king blocked the punch effortlessly but his expression darkened, his pupils slitting into something dangerous.

Vox just laughed, rolling his shoulders.

"Oh, that got your attention?" Another swing—this one dodged—but he didn’t care, too busy sneering and digging his own grave.

"Bet she begs for it, huh? Bet she moans prettier than any of the whores in your shitty hotel. Must be why you don't go around the block fucking other people-"

CRACK.

Lucifer’s fist connected with Vox’s jaw so hard his head snapped sideways but the demon just laughed, spitting blood.

"There he is," Vox taunted, wiping his mouth. "Finally showing some fucking spine!! Just had to mention your bitch, didn't I-?!!"

Vox barely got the words out before he took another hit. This time to his hips, making him wheeze and stumble back.

Your brows frowned a little bit as you continued watching, you could feel something shift in the air around your husband but you weren't sure why.

"Mom? What's going on..? Why's dad so...angry, all of a sudden?!"

Your daughter whisper-hissed the question into your ear but all you could do was give her a half-concerned, half-confused look as you whispered back.

"I don't know-"

"The TV guy said something about you~"

Suddenly Asmoeus' smooth voice cut through your and Charlie's confusion. And you turned to look at him but he only flashed you a knowing look, along with his classic teasing grin.

"I could read lips, ya know?" He shrugged. "And that idiot....just said something realllll dumb to Luci~"

Although Asmo's words did help you understand the situation, they definitely didn't ease the tightness that you suddenly felt in your chest.

You could gather from context clues and some simple critical thinking what Vox must've said to Lucifer. So your eyes quickly darted back to the ring and you could just see it on his face.

Shit.

Your husband was reallll mad.

CRACK.

Lucifer’s gloved fist landed on Vox’s face so hard the entire arena heard the impact. Vox fell back into the ropes, his eyes rolling back into his skull but Lucifer didn't let up.

A right hook to the ribs.

"Oh, Voxy..." He cooed, voice dripping with venomous sweetness, "You really should’ve kept your fucking mouth shut."

A left uppercut to the jaw.

"You don't get to look at her."

You could see him corner Vox now before his fist collided with his jaw a second time.

"You don't get to talk about her."

His voice was rough but quiet like a threat, never even stuttering as Vox punched wildly at his stomach to make him move. He didn't.

"You don't get to think about her."

And then he pulled back, keeping his forearm steady on Vox's neck to keep him there. Wanting to look him in the eyes and for a moment, you saw the demon's face twitch into a fearful expression.

You only caught a glance of it, but it was clear as day. The crazed look on your husband's eyes.

His busted lips grinned widely, and despite the fact that it really, reallyyyy wasn't the time, your legs squeezed together subtly at the sight.

All while Lucifer laughed, like actually laughed. He almost sounded like a maniac.

"What's so fucking funny, you stupid freak-!"

Vox managed to scream out pathetically, his humanly formed face now turned beet red from getting choked.

But Lucifer didn't care, he needed to finish what he was saying.

"....And now, you don't get to breathe the same air as her."

Vox's jaw ticked as Lucifer's grip tightened, the muscles of his face twitching, mimicking the way screens would glitch violently. Yet, the devil wasn't done.

A brutal knee to the gut sent Vox crumpling forward, only for Lucifer to yank him back up by his collar, their faces inches apart.

"You see, Voxy~" Lucifer whispered, his voice saccharine-sweet, "I let you hit me earlier. Because she-"

He jerked his head toward you without breaking eye contact with the wheezing demon, "-likes watching me bleed."

He grinned, blood smeared across his teeth. Leaning in closer, his voice dropped to a guttural growl. "But I'm getting quite bored now."

"Wait—wait! wait-! wait!"

Vox wheezed but he never managed to say anything else as Lucifer's grip shifted, his hand wrapping around his neck.

"And I think you're quite done."

Vox didn't even have a chance to say anything before Lucifer slammed him hard onto the mat. And the tense arena finally roared with cheers.

Meanwhile, Lucifer over the motionless demon, chest heaving with the rush of victory, one foot planted on top of the motionless body.

!!!!DING DING DING!!!!

"THE WINNER IS LUCIFER FUCKING MORNINGSTAR!!!"

And with that, Katie Killjoy's voice was the last thing you heard.

It was finally over.

Lucifer spit out his mouth guard before turning to the referee, giving him a cheery smile and a tilt of his head as he said.

"I believe that’s my win~?"

The little imp ran quickly and the crowd’s scream erupted as he raised Lucifer’s hand—bloodied, bruised, but victorious.

The Sins and overlords on your side stood up and clapped with an air of relief and even surprise. They never knew that their avoidant King had it in him.

Charlie and Vaggie on the other hand were a lot less subtle. They screamed and jumped around in happiness, your daughter's tears of relief and joy not hidden to the crowd.

And you? You were the last to react. Slowly, you uncrossed your legs and stood up and his eyes were instantly on you.

Walking up slowly to the ring, not even bothering to levitate this time.

Instead, you made a show of climbing up the ropes until you stood at the edges of the platform.

You didn't say anything to him when he made his way to you. All you did was lift your hands up to his beat up, bruised face and brought him into a deep kiss.

You could taste the mix of sweat and his metallic blood against your tongue but you didn't care. You needed this.

You slipped your fingers into his damp blonde hair and deepened the kiss.

His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, lips moving against yours greedily, tasting of copper and adrenaline.

For a second, the world faded. The cheering and claps drowned out as he lost himself in the sensation of your tongue on his. The adrenaline was still rushing through his veins, the high of victory and the feeling of your fingers in his hair had his brain almost short circuiting.

But then he hissed, wincing as your thumb accidentally brushed against his bruised jaw.

Making you pull back with a wet pop and a wince of your own before you pressed your forehead against his.

"Fuck...I'm sorry." You whispered to him with a small laugh and a big, wide, teary eyed smile. Not really sure why you were feeling so emotional.

He only grinned back, chuckling breathlessly, his hands tightening around your waist before pulling back just enough to admire you—pretty eyes still looking so worried, smudged lipstick and golden blood staining your lips, the faintest flush high on your cheeks from your own adrenaline rush—and grinned.

"Never apologize." He murmured, pressing a quick peck to your nose, "I needed that."

He exhaled shakily, resting his forehead against yours again, one of his swollen eyes closing shut as a bead of sweat fell from his brow.

"...Can we get the fuck outta here, already?" He asked softly, his voice rough, but sweet. "Please?"

You sighed against his face and gave him a hurried nod, "God, yes."

*

You weren't sure how long had passed between the end of the match and the time now where your husband was pushing you back roughly against the lockers.

His lips smashing into yours for a rough kiss that was all tongue and teeth, while his hands roamed all over your body.

He had dragged you into an empty locker room that was further inside the coliseum.

His bloodied gloves were discarded somewhere near the benches, his hands now bare, gripping your hips with bruising force as he backed you against the cool metal. His tongue was hot, relentless against yours, tasting you like he hadn’t kissed you in years.

Because for him, it felt like he hadn't touched you in years at this point.

Between gasps, he murmured against your lips. his voice rough, wrecked from the fight—

"Should’ve seen yourself up there...fuck...watching me..." His hands slid down, squeezing your thighs before hiking up your dress with a growl. "So fucking pretty..."

You moaned pathetically against his mouth, as your arms wrapped themselves with difficulty around his broad shoulders before you started to push down the black open robe he had on, letting it fall to the floor.

Exposing his naked skin that was still a little sticky and shiny from his sweat but you didn't mind, you almost loved it.

"Fuck, baby-" You whimpered with a needy whine when he started to move his kisses down your throat. Creating pretty red marks on your skin that matched the color of your dress.

He growled against your neck, the sound vibrating through your skin as his teeth scraped over the pulse point.

"Mine," He breathed, voice ragged, "All fucking mine..."

One hand tangled roughly in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp as he tilted your head for another bruising kiss. The other slid down, gripping your thigh hard before lifting it around his waist.

You could feel him—hot, thick and already so hard against you—while he rocked into the cradle of your hips with a groan that was half pain, and all pleasure.

"Fuck, I need you so bad..." He breathed desperately against your tongue. "Need to feel you...taste you...make sure you're real after that shit-"

You gasped as you felt his hard on through his shorts. It had been so long, so long since you've been together like this.

During the long months of his training, it had been difficult for the two of you to actually...have sex.

Not only because you were spending almost all your time in the gym, but because when you would get back home from said gym, you'd be too exhausted to do anything.

Not to mention the fact that you had this weight of anxiety and nervousness leading up to the match. So now that it was finally over, the need in your body was suddenly bubbling over.

"Please...please, darling-" You pleaded with him in between your pants and kisses as you found his eyes in the darkness. "...Need you~"

And Lucifer really didn't need you to say anything more. In a second, one of his hands moved up to fist the deep V neckline of your dress. Yanking it down to expose more of your cleavage until your tits were almost spilling out.

A deep, approving hum vibrated in his chest as he feasted his eyes on you, your flushed skin, the way your breasts swayed with each breath.

"Fucking hell." He growled, voice thick with need. He didn't waste anymore time, his hand instantly cupped a heavy mound, palming it roughly, his thumbs flicking over your nipples in quick, teasing circles.

"You've been teasing me all night in this dress… driving me insane."

He leaned down and bit hard at the soft flesh above your breast, leaving a dark mark.

"Should’ve ripped it off of you right after I won."

His other hand slid down fast, over your stomach and under your dress, only to find you soaking through your panties.

"Christ, darlin’" He panted against your jaw, fingers rubbing slow circles over the wet fabric while you started to squirm a little in his hold.

"You’re drenched… All that after watching me beat the shit of that asshole, huh baby~?"

He didn’t wait for an answer—he hooked a finger into the side of your panties and tore them clean off with one sharp pull.

Your gasp got mixed with the sound of your expensive panties getting ripped as they echoed through the locker room.

"Honey-"

"Answer me." His voice still sounded rough even with a mouthful of your boob in his mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes.... I was...oh god..." You couldn't even answer as your words trailed off into a breathless huff when he started to kiss down your body.

His lips warm even as they pressed over the fabric of your dress until he was kneeling in front of you.

"I was thinking about it—about you...ahh...the whole time..." You blabbered out, not really thinking through your words right now.

Especially as he lifted one of your legs up to push it over his shoulder. His lips now moving over the insides of your thigh as his hand pushed the hem of your dress up to expose more of you.

His breath ghosted over your soaked pussy, hot and teasing as he pressed a slow kiss to the inside of your thigh—right next to where your pulse fluttered wildly.

"Mmm... knew it," He rumbled, voice dark with satisfaction, "My good girl...all worked up just watching me fight."

One finger slowly traced through your folds, collecting slick before bringing it up to his lips. His golden eyes locked onto yours as he sucked it clean—slow, deliberate and sinful.

"Delicious." He purred, making your jaw drop a little while you stared in awe at him.

Then without warning, he dove in, tongue dragging deep in between your slick folds with one firm stroke. You gasped loudly, fingers flying to his damp, matted hair.

"Lucifer—!"

"Shhh..." He hummed against you, vibrating straight into your cunt. "Need to worship you properly... especially after that little fuck dared speak about what’s mine."

Those words sort of snapped you out of your pleasure filled haze for a second as you remembered that your husband was just in a fucking fist fight 10 minutes ago.

"Wait...wait, darling-" You tried to shakily whisper as your hips pushed forward into his mouth instinctively.

Lucifer didn't even bother pulling away as he simply hummed against your clit in response, making you gasp before you said.

"Luci...didn't you...Didn't he hurt your nose?! Maybe you shouldn't be doing this-"

You struggled to get the words out as your body jerked violently when he wrapped his mouth around your clit, started massaging it between his lips before pulling at it with a wet pop.

A dark chuckle escaped against your skin as he heard your concern, he found it quite endearing, but right now he had more important things to do.

"I'll be fine, he didn't break my nose." He rumbled, his hands moving to your hips, pulling your body closer to his face as you tried to pull away.

"I'm trying to break it now, though..."

You couldn't help but choke out a little laugh at that, a truly genuine one that made your husband flick his eyes up at you with a big stupid smile.

"Stop worrying about me, sweetheart. Let me eat you out in peace."

He said with great finality and then he was back on you, diving back straight into his victory meal.

You let out a huff at his response, wanting to shake your head and protest but all you could do was throw your said head back against the locker with a loud moan.

One of your hands moving to press back against the metal behind you, while your other one went back to his hair.

Your gaze flicking back down at him, cheeks growing flushed as you watched. His eyes closed as he kept his face buried in your cunt.

Looking as if he was drowning in you and your pleasure. You pushed his tangled hair back to see his face better.

Before you moved that same hand down the side of his face, stroking it gently while he pushed his tongue deep inside of you.

The action making you cry out pathetically while your brows came together. Your hips starting to gyrate down against his face, your leg that's on his shoulder starting to shake a little.

"Ahh, Lucifer....I can't-"

"That's right, pretty baby, use me how you want."

He pulled away just long enough to answer you, his lips glistening from your fluids, the sound of his voice deep and breathless.

"Let me take care of you."

He added, just to hear the gasp you released before he pressed kisses to your inner thigh. Then he just let his lips and tongue dance along the sensitive skin of your stomach, his hands still massaging your thigh as he just admired your pretty skin.

"You just relax..."

And you had no other choice but to listen to him.

Only sighing in a mix of defeat and pleasure before you whined when he pulled his mouth off your throbbing heat.

Your eyes fluttering open to look at him as he started to kiss up your body.

He pushed your dress up more to press his lips all over your abdomen and stomach, giving you another smile as he made his way upwards.

"You want me, baby?" He murmured against your skin. His lips now hovering over the valley between your breasts.

The question was a rhetoric one, of course. But he could never get enough of hearing you answer "yes" anyways.

You wanted to complain about his skilful mouth leaving your fluttering folds but alas, you could only nod desperately, your eyes closed, body trembling.

"Y-Yes…yes, yes..."

You repeated over and over again. Your voice breaking slightly on the last word when he finally came to face you again.

His hand now moving down to cup your pussy in his calloused hand.

His eyes darkened immediately as you nodded, his fingers gently gliding over your sensitive folds before he gave them a small squeeze.

"Yeah?"

His mouth was back to yours in a flash, tongue pushing into it roughly, almost like a reward, but for what, you had no clue. The room was growing hotter and you can feel yourself getting impatient.

"You want me, my sweet~?" He teased again, grinning lips ghosting over yours before he pulled back just to look at you, that sweet, almost sinful look in his eyes.

You embarrassingly tried to chase his lips making his smile widen. Especially as he watched your pretty face scrunch up in annoyance and your lips turn into a pout.

"I do...Please~" You pleaded at him with a whisper, your half naked body pushing itself against his, wanting him to hold you closer.

"I've been waiting for so long now...." Your breath hit his lips with every soft word of yours that barely echoed through the empty locker room.

Your husband's face softened again as he looked down at you, seeing how needy you are. Then, he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours before he said almost gently in a low voice.

"Please what, baby?" He knew exactly what you wanted, but he loved to make you say it, loved to torture you for it. "I wanna hear you say it."

Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment when he started to kiss the side of your face sweetly.

"Want you...want you to fuck me-"

Thankfully, he let you get the words out before he shoved two of his fingers deep inside your mouth.

You choke for a second from the shock before you reopened your eyes to look back at him, but he only shushed you softly and you started to automatically suckle on his fingers.

"That's it, suck them nice and wet for me…" He purred, his voice thick with lust as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth, watching your lips stretch around them with dark delight.

His hips pressed forward instinctively against the air in ache and desperation, especially with the way you kept your eyes locked onto his.

Your gaze dark and needy as you stared at him seductively, urging him to push his fingers further down your throat.

He groaned at the sight as you took his digits so prettily, he could almost feel your throat fluttering around them.

"Fuuuck, look at you..." His voice was a shattered whisper now, pupils blown wide. "Someone’s excited..."

With slow, deliberate motion, he pulled his slick fingers from your mouth with a wet pop. He didn’t wait and immediately brought them down to your core and slid them inside in one deep stroke.

You cried out sharply as your back arched against the locker, chest pushing against his bare one.

"Mmm...that’s it~" he crooned darkly, "Tight little hole’s been waiting for me...been starved for my cock..."

He curled his fingers just right, the heel of his palm grinding firm circles against your clit. "Tell me again who you belong to."

You dropped your forehead against his shoulder as the pleasure overcame you again.

Your body shaking as your hand went to grip his forearm that jerked violently as he pumped his fingers inside of you.

"Ahh...you-"

"My name, doll." You heard him bark out the order darkly, the sound of his tone being so rough made you wetter, if that was even possible.

"Lucifer. Belongs to Lucifer~"

His fingers immediately stilled inside you, his breath hitching as he closed his eyes.

"Good girl." He mumbled thickly, voice low, as if he was talking to himself more than to you.

He pulled his hand away to wrap it around you, pulling you flush against him again as he pressed a kiss to the sweat-slicked skin of your forehead, your face, your cheeks, anything his lips could reach.

"My perfect little sweetheart." He murmured softly, his other hand stroking over your side, almost lovingly.

Or it was loving for a second, that was before he pulled his fingers out of you with a filthy squelch, denying you your orgasm once more.

Then, you were abruptly turned around and pushed roughly, face first into the lockers.

Making you spill out a gasp of surprise, your hands splayed flat against the cold metal as you tried to look back at him over your shoulder, confused and irritated at the same time.

"Darling-" You started to whine, but stopped when he placed his large hand on the back of your head and pushed you down to brace yourself against the lockers.

"Be a good girl now and stay still for me." He rumbled from behind you, his hands already moving to push your dress up your ass again, no patience left in his body, he needed you now.

You sighed needily against the metal, your ass pushing back towards him like an offering.

Giving him no choice but to land a sharp smack on the bare cheek, his hips pushing forward like a magnet connecting to its other half.

"Oh, I needed this..." He breathed roughly as his head dropped into the back of your shoulder.

The grip on your hips bruising as he started to rock his own. Keeping his palms in their place, his wrist twisting so he could use his long fingers to pull apart your plump cheeks.

Nestling his still confined thickness in between them, watching with dark eyes as the tent grew harder and larger in his shorts with every roll of his hips.

You heard him groan deeply, the sound vibrating through your back as he pressed his forehead between your shoulder blades.

"Fuck, baby..." His voice was wrecked already, hips grinding against you with rough little thrusts that had his cock aching behind fabric. "Feel how fucking bad I need it? How bad I need you?"

You wanted to scream at him at this point for torturing the both of you like this. So you did.

"Hurry up and get inside of me then!!"

Your frustration was especially evident now since he took himself out of his shorts and started pumping himself slowly.

Before pushing his hardness right between your legs, sliding the thick meat against your folds. The mushroom head catching on your clit before sliding back down-teasing himself as much as he was teasing you.

You hoped your wish would come true and that he'd fill you up right away.

Instead, one of his arms sneaked around your waist, up your chest so his hand could roughly grab at your face. His fingers digging into your soft, flushed cheeks to turn your face to the side.

"You know I love it when you act like a bitch to me, baby. But I don't think that's the way we ask for things, now is it?"

His voice was calm against your ear but the underlying tone was rough enough to bring shivers down your spine.

"Please...please, luci~" You finally whispered sweetly, clearly acting like a brat wasn't gonna get you your way, so might as well change gears.

He chuckled lowly against your skin, he enjoyed fucking with you like this, despite him almost cumming in his pants from the mere sight of you.

"....so much better..." He breathed with a firm kiss on your cheek and a rough thrust into your cunt.

Your head dropped back against his shoulder with a loud whine of his name.

"That's it...that's what I want to hear..."

Smiling as he said that, pulling his hips back, forcing the swollen head of his cock to slowly drag out of your tight walls until it was the only thing inside of you, before slamming back in with a loud grunt.

"Oh...oh yeah-" His eyes rolled back into his skull while your own head dropped forward, almost hitting your forehead against the locker if it wasn't for your husband pulling you back just in time with an amused laugh.

"Careful, dolly..." He whispered, grinning pleasantly as he shifted his position. Spreading his feet wide to balance himself, all while you were whimpering helplessly at the new pace he was keeping now.

"Look at you...you're almost ready to cry on my dick, huh baby?" He whispered gruffly into your ear, but it was almost as if he was talking to himself, as his eyes were staring straight at your face, as if he was studying how much of a needy mess you could be.

Then he brought your hand to the place where both of your bodies were connected. His fingers pressing against your abdomen, rubbing circles over it.

It instantly caused you to double over with a long, loud moan. One of your legs lifting up as your hand flew down to grip his forearm, your nails creating half moons indents in his skin.

Lucifer's body jolted at the sharp sting of your nails, a rough, punched-out groan tearing from his throat as he felt you clench around him like a vice.

His hips stuttered wildly for a second—losing rhythm entirely—before he caught himself with one brutal thrust forward that made you choke on your own saliva for a second.

It wasn't long before you started to feel that familiar tightness in your stomach. You did try to hold it in though, not wanting to finish so fast but the filthy squelching noise mixed with the metal popping under your hold that echoed through the quiet room, only aided in turning you on more.

Lucifer groaned, pulling himself almost all the way out, the sight of your pretty face twisted in pleasure almost causing him to bust in your tight little hole right then and there.

"Yeah? You feel that, huh baby?" He growled, his fingers moving up and down on your stomach, as if he was touching something.

It felt almost as if he was rubbing the head of his own dick through the skin of your soft stomach.

And just as you were about to let out the most pornographic sounding sounds and finish embarrassingly early, you caught something in your peripheral vision.

It took you a few seconds to be able to focus enough to look or even gather your thoughts, thanks to your husband's hand that moved to your tits, calloused fingers tugging at your nipples distractingly.

"H..ohh...honey-" You cant even get his attention from how hard he was fucking you. For a moment, you just wanted to lose yourself to the feeling of him rearranging your guts.

But then you saw something again—and there was movement this time.

"Lucifer!" You whispered hurriedly, your eyes widening for a second as dread filled your stomach—

There was someone there.

"Lucifer-!" You smacked at his muscular arm in a panic, your ass pushing back against him to try and grab his attention but only made him moan out a low- "What...what, baby-"

"There's someone fucking watching us!!"

Lucifer froze mid-thrust, his entire body going rigid behind you. His grip on your hips tightened to the point of bruising as he followed your gaze-his vision was a lot better than yours though—something about a third eye or whatever.

You couldn't clearly see who it was, but your husband did. Matter of fact the second he did, you heard a hitch of his breath from behind you—it sounded more like a laugh—a pleasantly surprised one.

Then he started moving again.

Faster.

Harder.

Taking your breath away with him.

"What're you-"

"We've got an audience, princess."

And it wasn't any audience, after struggling for a bit, not only from your seemingly weak vision, but also from the ruthless pace Lucifer had going. You saw him.

Standing there in the shadowed corner of the locker room. Vox.

The man that your husband was just in a boxing match with.

The one who made your daughter's life hell the past few months.

The one that was bleeding from his broken nose, his split lip and the side of his head.

The one who was currently watching you and your husband have sex.

His pupils wide and dilated. He hadn't even bothered to hide himself, one hand braced against a locker for balance while the other...

Was slowly sliding down toward where his pants strained obsenely over an unmistakable bulge.

This can't be happening.

"Lucifer-" Whatever you were about to say was cut off short.

Because without warning—without so much as a second glance at Vox's desperate face—your husband snapped forward again with brutal force that punched another moan. Out of both you and Vox.

He grabbed at your hair with one of his hands and pressed his lips to your ear. "You like this, don't you angel?"

No you didn't. You've done a lot of risky and freaky things with your devil of a husband during the many years of your marriage, but this wasn't one.

You didn't like it. So why was your pussy clenching like a vice around his cock?

"Tell me 'no' and I'll stop all of it in a split second. I'll even take his eyes out. Believe me I have my ways."

You whimpered at Lucifer's words, your eyes glued on the intruder. The intruder whose gaze ran over your half-naked body with perverted lust. His hand was already shoved inside his shorts. Probably jerking himself off like the disgusting being he is.

"Answer me, darling." Lucifer's voice was authoritative now, his hips slowing down but not stoping. Wanting to give you a breather. Wanting to make sure that you wanted this. Never wanting to make you uncomfortable.

You still didn't respond, not with your words at least. But with the push of your ass back, the squeeze of your hand on his forearm and the tilt of your head against his, said everything Lucifer needed to hear.

Smiling, he pressed a long, loving kiss to your cheek with a whispered. "My good girl."

Then you saw his gaze moving over to the pervert. That same gaze that was filled with love only a second ago became almost murderous for a second.

"Why're you standing up." Lucifer breathed thickly, never letting up his pace—hips rolling slowly into you, pressing right against your sweet spot. Making you miss the confused expression on Vox's face.

"On your knees when you're in front of the king and queen."

Your king murmured out quietly, almost arrogantly, his pride high in heaven right now.

And Vox's lack of hesitation as he dropped to his knees, his shorts pushed down to his ankles, dick hard and needy in his hand as he stroked it.

"If you want to continue watching, you better keep your hands to yourself. I might...fuck...I might not be able to smite you. But I have people who will. Am I clear?"

Vox swallowed thickly, his tongue darting over his bruised lower lip as if he was a dog in heat.

"Crystal clear." He managed to spit out, ashamed of his position, but he was enough a horn-dog to not care about any of it.

You couldn't watch this, the embarrassment filled up your body at an impossible speed, while your cunt got impossibly wetter.

Your folds fluttering around your husband as you dropped your head down, tears starting to fill your eyes from the pleasure and shame.

You couldn't not look though, not on Lucifer's watch. His hand moved up, thick fingers wrapped themselves around your throat before you were pulled back. His thumb and pointer finger grabbing at your jaw in an oddly gentle way, to turn your gaze back to the kneeling demon.

"Look at him. So desperate for a taste of you." Your husband's voice was calm and steady while yours was crying out loudly from everything that was happening. A few stray tears now rolling down your flushed cheeks, as Vox's moan grew louder.

Lucifer watched the tears roll down your cheeks with something close to reverence. His grip on your jaw loosening just enough to swipe his thumb under one wet lash, smearing it across your cheekbone, then bringing his thumb back down to press it against your bottom lips and teeth—all you could think was that you might start drooling soon.

"Fuck, look at you..." He rasped, hips stuttering as he felt you tighten around him. "All this mess for me? For him?"

A sharp jerk of his chin toward Vox—whose hips stuttered against his own fist, leaking thick streaks of precum down his knuckles as he choked on air. Causing your lover to coo in delight.

"Poor thing.." He sighed mockingly. "...shoulda fought me better if he wanted front row seats. Pathetic bitch."

Then just to be cruel, he dragged out almost entirely before slamming back in so hard the lockers rattled behind you both.

Lucifer's hand on your jaw turned your head back for a deep kiss. You were crying, still from the embarrassment, but also from the way he filled you so perfectly. Your head was spinning and you wouldn't be able to tell your left from your right.

It was a vicious cycle of you almost being able to look away and then his hand pulling your face right back, not letting you hide from your shame. But you let it happen. You enjoyed it.

Whimpering, eyes rolling back into your head like a bitch in heat for a second when you managed to catch the look on Vox's face.

He wasn't even just looking at you. He was looking at the both of you, gaze alternating at a speed that matched his hand around his cock. The look in his eyes not only lust, but something deeper, jealousy.

Lucifer's hot mouth left yours with a loud pop as he leaned to the side. Pressing his lips against the side of your neck. His tongue darted forward to lap over your sensitive skin, making you shiver, his eyes fixed on your face, monitoring all your reactions for any sign of discomfort.

His breath hitched at the sound of your sob—raw, unfiltered, filled with so much pleasure, all his—and for a second his rhythm faltered. His grip on you tightened possessively as he felt that delicious tremor run through you.

"Shhh, baby...none of that now..." He soothed in a voice gone rough with arousal, "That’s it...take it like my perfect little slut."

A glance over at Vox showed the demon was utterly wrecked too—knees shaking where they pressed into cold tile, fist moving sloppily up and down his cock while spit dripped from his swollen tip, so close to finishing.

Watching him break just made Lucifer bark out an aggressive-

"Lowlives don't get to cum before royalty, you stupid dog!"

Vox nodded, the tears springing to his eyes now as his eyes met Lucifer's, then yours that were still looking at him, before his head dropped down in embarrassment. His hand going completely still.

The sight of him being denied at the last second, a whimper of disappointment falling from his lips, was enough to put Lucifer over the edge.

His hand moved back down to your throat, his grip tightened just slightly-not enough to cut off your air, but enough to make you feel the delicious threat of it.

His other hand moving all over your body, over the swell of your breast, down past the curve of your hip until his fingers were teasing at where he was still buried inside you.

You almost came the second his fingers started playing with your clit, if it wasn't for the question that he unfortunately shot at you and the pathetic man on the floor.

"Tell you what, you decide angel. You want to watch him cum, baby~?"

He pressed in deeper with a slow roll of his hips as Vox's breath hitched, watching every second like some kind of twisted porn film.

The demon's gaze flicking up at you, eyes filled with tears that matched the ones in yours. You two didn't look the same though, you were being pleasured. He was getting tortured.

"Please...please, please- I'll do anything!"

Vox cried out, his hands twitched against his thigh in desperation, imitating the twitch of his cock.

And that was the end of it. Never taking your eyes off of him, you nodded hurriedly, your own orgasm about to hit you. "Please, honey-"

The second the word, no, the second the first sound of your 'please' passed through your lips, Lucifer moved. With a speed almost too fast for you to follow, he was pulling out of you, turning you around and lifting you up in his arms.

The two of you stumbled a few steps together before he had you braced against the wall, your arms and legs wrapped around him as he pushed into you again. Pace now ruthless, unforgiving and relenting as took your face in his hand again. Keeping your eyes only on him now.

"Go ahead."

You weren't sure if that was addressed at you or at Vox. But at the end, all three of you finished at once.

Vox with a moan as loud and as pathetic as he was.

And you and your husband, together. He had smashed his against yours for a kiss. Loving, heated, absolutely devoted. Just you and him.

Not even giving the demon on the floor the honor of having you look at him while you finished.

"Thank you."

Was all you managed from to hear from after that. For the next few minutes, you were like a doll, barely conscious from everything that you just went through.

Barely felt your husband pull out of you, lower you onto a bench, cover you back up, degrade Vox some more when he apparently crawled to where you both had been previously standing and tried to lick both of your cum that had dribbled out of you and fell to the floor.

Needless to say, it was finally a win for the Morningstars.