#playfighting

We are laying in bed. You on your back, me on my side with my head on your chest. My fingers trailing over your chest and your hand running through my hair. You feel me start to stir, unable to contain my energy and lay still for much longer. As you turn your face to look down at me, you see the smirk on my face. In a swift motion I sit up and swing my leg over you. Now sitting on top of you, I grab your wrists and pin them down besides your head. 'Haha got ya!', I exclaim as I proudly look down at you. You roll your eyes at me but can't stop a smile from forming on your face. 'Yes, you got me. Wow you're so strong', you say as look me up and down. 'You didn't expect that, did you? There's no way you'll get out until I let you', I say teasingly, leaning forward a bit to press your wrists down more. Teasing you might not have been my best idea, but I'm feeling feisty. 

You try to press your arms up in a weak attempt to free yourself. 'Oh no! You've really got me stuck here', you say melodramatically as you let your arms fall back down on the bed, earning a chuckle from me. You watch me as I try to shuffle your hands above your head so I can grab them with one hand. My hands are too small to hold both of yours but you just let me have my moment and let me hold them together. As soon as I have one free hand I start to tickle your tummy. You start wiggling around on the bed, trying to contain your laughter. Then suddenly you lift your hands and throw me off balance, grabbing the hand that was holding you down and swiftly sitting up. While I am still trying to gather what just happened, you reach for my other hand and hold our hands against your chest. 'Is that all you've got?', you smirk. 

With you sitting up, our faces are now about the same height. I lean forward and kiss you gently on your lips. One kiss doesn't seem to be enough for you as you lean back in and our lips meet again. What you didn't know is this was my plan to get you distracted again. I feel your grip on my hands loosen as you lose yourself in the kiss and take that chance to throw my weight against your chest and try to push you back down. However, you saw this coming and to my surprise you duck to the side making me fall over onto the bed, earning a surprised yelp from me. As I land face down on the bed, you roll out from underneath me and reach one hand towards my wrist to pin me down as the other hand smacks me hard on my ass. I let out a surprised whimper as you position yourself on top of me, pressing me down with your weight. 'Not such a big mouth now, huh, little bug', you whisper in my ear as I feel your hand reach under me and grab my boob. 

I try to wiggle myself out from underneath you but you just press yourself down a little more. The fear starts to creep up on me as you let out a low growl and I feel you start to move your hips. I can feel something harden in your pants as you grind your hips against my ass, your hand still grabbing at my boob. 'Please, I was just trying to play', I try to plead with you, still struggling against your grip on me. 'Oh I know, little bug. And play is what we will do', you grunt in my ear as you tease my nipple. 'You got me so worked up. Looks like you're gonna help me get off now as well, darling. Wasn't that what you wanted all along?', your voice so teasingly sweet as you murmur those words to me. I can feel your hand let go of my boob and slide down underneath my skirt, slip my panties to the side and push two fingers inside me. I gasp at the sudden sensation and hear you mumble something about my wetness as you move your fingers in and out of my tight pussy. 

I whimper and resist against you pinning me down but I can tell it's just making you more turned on as I feel your fingers pick up speed inside of me and your bulge grind against my ass a little harder. 'Now, are you gonna be a good girl and take it for me, hmm?' You reach your hand down to free your hard cock from your pants. 'Please let go of me', I whisper, my lower lip trembling a little. My head sharply gets pulled up as you grab a handful of hair and pull it back to make me look at you. 'That's not what I want to hear. Try again.' I whimper and mumble a quiet 'yes sir' as I feel the tip of your cock slide across my pussy. 'That's more like it', you mumble in my ear before releasing my hair and thrusting your hard cock deep in to my pussy. A cry escapes my mouth as I feel every inch of your thick cock fill me up. You swiftly pick up the pace of your thrusts, stretching my pussy as I moan and whimper underneath you. My brain turning to mush at the intense stimulation.

494 words of Luci just being obstinate as usual.

Also sexual overtones because it's Lucifer.

“Thank you,” Lucifer sighs, even as he gratefully takes the cup of coffee from you, his pen falling off his desk in the process. He ends up apologizing as you pick that up for him too. “It’s been a very long day,” he explains wearily, and you smile at him. 

“I know,” you reassure, even as you circle around him and nurse his tight shoulders. “Relax, Lucifer; your work is done for the night. Just enjoy your coffee and go to bed.” Lucifer pauses. 

“This is decaf, isn’t it?”

“How else would I get you to sleep before 1 in the morning?” He chuckles. 

“There are easier ways to do that than attempting to deceive me,” he replies, even as he takes a sip. 

“Like what?” you ask dryly. “You work till you fall asleep at your desk.” Lucifer smirks to himself before he grunts softly as you hit a particularly difficult spot. “I practically need a machine to do this,” you grumble as you work the tightness out of him. 

“Hm... that’s probably a good idea,” he mutters, even as he leans his head back to look up at you. “More importantly, I thought I told you not to stay up this late?” 

“Oh, so you can stay up, but I can’t?” 

“Yes. Isn’t that obvious?” You sigh at his stubbornness. This isn’t the first time you’ve had this conversation, and he always argued that because he was a demon, he could afford to be sleep-deprived. “And it’s eleven o’clock. Go to bed.” 

“And what if I said no?” you taunt, dropping your own head towards his with a smirk. “You can’t stop me.”

“Is that supposed to be a challenge?” 

“You can take it as one if you want,” you reply smugly. “But you’re fresh out of luck if you think I’m going to bed.” 

For a solid moment, you and Lucifer only stare at each other, half grinning, half glaring, before Lucifer stands up and abandons his coffee. You don’t have a second to react as your boyfriend grabs hold of you and pulls you into his arms like a blushing bride. Except you’re not a bride, and you're desperately struggling to escape his grasp as he carries you. 

“No! Not going to bed!” you protest, but to no avail as he throws you down onto his cushiony bed. You try to get up, only for him to pin you down by your wrists, a smirk on his face. 

“Now what?” he asks. 

“Now... this!” you reply, and you struggle for about five minutes, but you only succeed in rolling yourself onto your stomach. “Luciferrrr,” you groan, although you know he won’t let you go, not when you challenged him. 

“Behave yourself.” You shiver as his voice climbs around your ear to dance down your spine. 

“What if I don’t?” Lucifer chuckles at the question before you shudder delightfully at his next words:

i remember i told u this hc before

like kuni and reader tck fight on the couch or smth i forgor

can i request a fic of this hc pls :)

Hey friend! Sorry for the incredibly late reply with this one- life and other fun stuff happened. 😅 Anyway- Kunigami is an absolute delight, and after many moons, I've gotcha covered! :D I hope you like it!

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The smell of Kunigami’s body wash found you first before his hands.

“AHH!” You squealed in surprise when he wrapped them around your torso, fingers dancing against your sides and his face pressing into the crook of your neck. “Nohohohohoho, Kuhuuhuni!”

“Who’s Kuni? I’m the tickle hero- and I’ve come to fix a certain someone’s smile after they’ve been sitting here sad all day!” He growled into your skin, laughing as you thrashed and kicked against the cushions of the couch. “You look just like my target- lemme just make sure~”

“Aheahahhahaha, yohohohohou jeeheheherk! Gehahahahaha, stahahhap!” You cried, the dull ache in your chest starting to ease some with each flick of his fingers. It was true you’ve been feeling rather down as of late- the week had been a rough one and today no better. You should have known the ginger would come around.

Maybe that’s why you chose the couch instead of your room…