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Your mind keeps trailing to him.
Every glance he sends your way gives your body chills. When did he start having this effect on you? Was it that night he formed a pact with you? No, you felt annoyed at his arrogance.
What about the hellfire newt syrup incident? No, couldn't be. You turned his advances down. In fact, he offended you.
The night of the carnival, when the two of you rode the ferris wheel together? Of course it couldn't have been then, because he claimed that you belonged to him. You were not okay with the way he did so. The way he always made it a point that you were his, no matter your opposition.
You can feel yourself getting flustered thinking about how much he angers you. "He's so ridiculous!", you say aloud. So why do you keep having these thoughts?
You fall onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. A heavy sigh escapes you and you throw your arms up over your face in frustration. You've been beating your brain for weeks now trying to convince yourself those thoughts aren't really there. There's only so much you can deny. It's becoming more evident with each encounter. You can barely meet his eyes anymore. The anxious feeling of being around him is becoming unbearable.
Oh, of course!
You move your arms away and sit up. You remember now! When it first happened.
The play. When he helped trained you for your swordfighting scene. He had pushed you down. While you sat there stunned, mouth agape and eyes wide he just looked down and pointed his sword to you while demanding you to get up. In that moment you saw him differently. His hair slightly dishevelled, bangs barely covering those piercing eyes and that slight curve of his lips. Barely a smirk, yet his pride emitting from it. You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks and you hoped he didn't notice.
A sound from your DDD brings you back to the present. You reach over to it lying at the end of your bed. It's the TEAM PARTYYYYY chat. Seems Mammon and Asmo are inviting you out to The Fall tonight. The thought of just losing yourself to the atmosphere of careless drinking and dancing sounds incredibly tempting. If it hadn't been for the constant pacing around your room earlier, mixed with an exhausted mind, your answer may have been yes.
After sending your response, truthfully telling them about how tired you feel, you just turn off the device. No sense in dealing with their pouts when you have your own dilemma. Sleep really does sound lovely. You do a small hop off of your bed and head to your wardrobe. Changing out of the stiff uniform and putting on a long shirt. Hopefully you can get a full night's rest.
Groaning awake you look around the dark room. You wonder what time it may be as you stretch yourself fully awake. It's always dark here, so you can't go based on the lack of light through your drapes. Fumbling around the bed you find your DDD and press the power on. Immediately shielding your eyes away from the sudden brightness. Once you feel prepared you look. 1:43? AM?! You groan while rolling towards the middle of the bed, trying to get as comfortable as possible in order to trick your body to go back to sleep.
No use. You're awake, and thirsty. You growl, almost animalistic, as you push the blankets down, freeing your body. The cold floor meeting your feet as you step down.
Staggering away from your warm bed you head to the door. Trying to open it as quietly as possible you peak out into the hall. Seems clear. Making your way to the kitchen you see a soft light emanating from Lucifer's study.
Your feet stop as you gaze at the glow. He must be awake, working on that impossible stack of papers that never seems to go away. Continuing on to the kitchen you stare down at your feet, keeping an eye out for anything that could give away your presence.
Once at the kitchen door you hesitate to push it open, glancing back to the place he must be at this very moment.
How long has it been since you wandered in there with coffee and something to snack on for him? Every night you couldn't sleep and noticed he was still in there you would try easing his stress. First you brought him an extra cup of hot chocolate. He didn't care for that, but drank it just the same. Probably trying not to be rude. You learned tea or coffee after that. You even got him to finally allow you to help with some of the paperwork. Just sorting, but it was still an accomplishment for him to trust you to do even that. It made you happy on those insomnia ridden nights. Just silently sitting in each other's presence.
Did he enjoy my company? Or was I more of a hindrance?
Those nights ended when your heart started racing more around him. It felt like you couldn't even remember how to act the same way you have all this time spent around him. Why do you feel so awkward now? Looking forward towards the kitchen door again you let yourself in. Passing the center counter and heading to the cabinets where the glasses are.
Reaching your arm towards the door and opening it to reveal them almost out of reach. You must stand on your tippy toes and stretch up. Your shirt lifting up enough to show a bit of your bottom. As your finger finally touches the glass of choice you hear the door open behind you. Quickly, you plant your feet back flat on the floor and bring your hands to your chest, clasped together. You hope it's just Beel. Please just be Beel!
A hand reaches from behind you, grabbing a cup. Startling you, you yelp while turning to see Lucifer looking down at you, with a bewildered expression. Of course it's him. You just stare. No tie or vest, just his button up with the collar loose and sleeves rolled up. His looks alone make you weak and paired with his demeanor you feel as though you'd lose balance if he wasn't standing beside you.
"Awake at this time?", He asks, breaking your trance. You look down and mumble "Woke up and couldn't go back to sleep." The close proximity causing your cheeks to blush.
He lowered the cup towards you, waiting for you to grab it. His hand lingered near yours. Your eyes focus on the glass in front of you, hand reaching for it while you show your gratitude. "Thank you!", You speak so softly it was almost a sqeak. Pulling the cup close to your chest where both hands rested you didn't notice that his hand still hovered in the air in front of you.
Lucifer moves in closer to you, and brings his hand to your chin, finger and thumb lifting your face up. Glancing around the room to avoid eye contact, your eyes will not meet his.
"Look at me"
Eyes looking up to his your heart skipped a beat. They're giving off a hauntingly breathless ruby glow. You feel like he's got you in a trance.
He leans towards you. You're rendered blind by a slew of emotions running amok inside your body.
"What has you acting this way?", He questioned. You decide to play dumb. "What do you mean? What way?" He hates it when you do that. Lucifer moves his hand from your chin and looks at you with disappointment. "I find it out of character for you to be this timid now after how long you've survived in the Devildom. Even before you earned our respect you always seemed to voice your opinion, loudly, and irresponsibly." You close your eyes, wincing. This is Lucifer, he'll know if you're trying to feed him lies. "I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately, but I'm not letting it effect my studies or housework, so I don't see any real issues." You release a relieved sigh. You gave an incredibly vague answer he was sure not to accept, but it wasn't a lie. Lucifer is about to speak when you decide to add "Thank you though! For your concern." That came out very rushed. He doesn't say anything. Just looks at your face, as if he's studying it.
"Stop", You say taking a step back. "Stop looking at me!"
“I’m just trying to figure you out,” he admits, “that’s all.”
Your eyes move from his stare. Trying to focus on something, anything else. This has already taken a toll on your anxiety. A light laugh catches you off guard. You turn your face back to him, looking up to his smug smile.
“I see.” He takes the glass you've been holding, or more accurately clenching to for dear life, out of your grip and sets it onto the counter. Your face is flush.
What does he mean?! Why did he laugh?! When did he move closer?!
Your mind feels like it's racing. Words failing to leave your open mouth. He's closer to you, almost touching. His hand hovers just barely over your hip. You try stopping yourself from moving into the touch, but you fail and lean against him. He drags his thumb down your hip while he whispers against your ear “It seems you finally realized that you're mine after all”
Something catches in your throat. Your hands push against his chest, causing him to move back. There's no way you are actually strong enough to shove him, but he obliges. You look at him with a furrowed brow. "How dare you say such ridicu...." You're interrupted by Lucifer's lips pressing to yours. One of his hands holding your hip and the other having grabbed your arm, holding you in place. Your heart pounded in your chest. You could only focus on how soft his lips felt against yours, how addictively he invaded all of your senses. You want to fight him, though you can't help, but melt into his kiss. Your body leans against his. Hands finding placement gripping his shirt. You've fantasized about it, wondered what it would feel like. To have his lips softly caressing over your own. The hand on your arm moved up past your shoulder, gently over your neck and finds rest at your jawline, cupping your face. Your lips part and he leans his forehead against yours, just barely, giving you both a moment to collect your thoughts. Your eyes open slowly to him smirking down at you. His thumb grazes over your bottom lip as he moves in for another kiss. He stops an inch apart from your lips. Lucifer smiled at you, but a small frown escaped your face. You were confused. Did he not enjoy it?
"I want to hear you admit it", he spoke calmly
"What do you mean?"
"I thought I've sensed it for a while now. You've proved my suspicions", he answered. "Now tell me what you want. That you want me."
Your annoyance didn't deter him. The feeling of anger building within surprises you. It was what you've been trying to keep from not only him, but yourself all this time. If it's the truth and he proclaims to know it already, even showing his want for you, then why can't you just admit it out loud? Maybe he's not the only prideful one.
Silence fell around you both as your mind considered every possible way to say what he wanted in order to continue what you two started. And oh, did you want to continue.
This is difficult. It was a struggle to admit it to yourself. Lucifer loosened his grasp on you and suddenly his touch was gone.
"I suppose you know where to find me" He speaks as he walks away.
You're standing there stunned momentarily before you turn to him and call out before he reaches the door. "Lucifer?"
With his body halfway out he looks at you, waiting for you to finish whatever you want to say.
"P-please tell me if you've thought of me.... fondly. Do you want me?"
"I do", he replied. "I have since London"
With that he left. Leaving you alone with your mind and heart about to explode. Damn it! It appears you were the one holding onto your pride the longest. He wasn't supposed to answer, especially not so truthfully! Now you feel not only unsatisfied, but some amount of guilt is starting to surface.
He has been the one to make advances all this time and until tonight you've denied them. After so many it must have bruised his pride, right? Yet he persisted. It feels sort of obvious to you now. You're nothing like what you imagined his type to be and yet he's so captivated by you. That confidence in knowing that you were going to fall for him eventually is almost infuriating.
No time for this to keep your mind preoccupied. The unbearable want from within is too much. Swallowing all pride and insecurities you stride out of the kitchen to find Lucifer.
No glow coming from the study, he must have gone to his room. Each step you take feels heavier than the last. You're just heading to the wolf's den, no need to feel nervous.
Stopping in front of his door with enough courage you take your shaky hand and bring it up, knocking a few gentle thumps. It felt almost like time has stopped while you waited with anticipation. The door opened and you looked up to the sight of Lucifer standing in the opening with a pleased look on his face and an unbuttoned shirt. Your eyes trail down to his abs and when you meet back with his gaze he stepped aside for you to enter. Closing the door behind him he stayed silent. Just those intense eyes reading your soul. He took your hand and brought it up to his lips. Kissing your palm while guiding you towards the bed, never breaking eye contact. You felt like your entire body was on fire. Lucifer moves in closer to you. It's your turn, you decide to give into your desire. Your arms are over his neck in an instant, lips brushing together, tentatively. His hands grip your hips as he returns the kiss. The first kiss may have been soft, but the second burns with more intensity as you're both clinging on for dear life. His hands drop to your sides, grabbing hold of your hips as he presses further against you. You feel a rising heat in your core, wanting more friction against him. Both of your arms lift up, around his neck and he moves his hands down to your thighs, lifting them up. You part from his lips and lift your shirt over yourself. You need to feel the touch of his skin on you. His eyes explore every new inch of your body as your hands move to his shoulders, sliding his button up completely off.
He lowers you both onto the bed. His fingertips grazed your hips softly as he hooked them into either side of your panties. Slowly he drags them down, sending chills up your spine. The sensation of his hands caressing down your skin causing a soft moan to escape your lips. His eyes are holding your gaze. You feel your face grow hotter. Trying to fight the urge to turn away, your fists find the bedsheets and grip on to them as if trying to tear through. You lift your hips up slightly to assist as he pulls them down further. This is it. You're going to be completely exposed to Morning Star himself. The only feeling stronger than the fear welling up inside is the need for his touch. Parting your lips you feel him washing over you like a wave of warmth, curling your toes as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts. You let out a moan as the feeling of him grinding between your thighs sends euphoric shivers throughout your body. He smirked wickedly. 'You are mine, it's about time you stop fighting the inevitable", He whispered against your ear as his fingers plunge into your wet heat. You bit your lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Your hands travel to the hem of his pants. The feeling of his hardened cock still trapped behind his pants cause you to gasp.
There's no way he's that big.
You've imagined he'd be well endowed, but this is too much.
Fumbling to free it you can barely focus while he's forcing moans out of you. His mouth on your nipple while his fingers curl inside you pushes you to your first orgasm. He moves his lips up to meet yours while your high subsides. Your hands grab a fistful of his hair and he finishes what you started. You're taken by surprise when you feel his hard cock slide against your wet heat. Never have noticed the moment he freed it. You reach your hand down to wrap around him and just the sheer girth makes you moan into his mouth. You part from his kiss and he touches his lips to your neck. Hands grabbing yours to hold while he looks at your face. In this moment he sees you as the most beautiful being in all the three realms.
A feeling of uncertainty causes him to make sure this is what you want before he is unable to stop himself from enjoying your body. There is concern in your eyes, fear too. It's true, however it's only there for the worry of being able to take him.
There is also lust and need in the look you're giving him. Even affection he always dreamed he'd see from you.
"Tell me if you're sure you want this" he speaks softly against your ear. Your breath hitches. You can barely form words. He won't keep touching you until you answer him. With the last bit of your mind that's not lost to the fog of desire you say all that's needed, in the crudest way you can.
"Fuck me Lucifer!"
Momentary shock is expressed in his face and then that smirk. That prideful smirk. You feel his dick align with your ready pussy. His head presses in and you take a sharp breathe in. Trying to steady your breathing and relax yourself enough to take all of him. He held your hips to guide himself inside you slowly, teasing you with every inch. You wince slightly as he filled you to your limit. It hurt, but it was a pleasurable pain. He peppered kisses around your jawline and whispered how amazing you felt around him. Allowing you this moment to adjust to his stretch. You move your hips against him and he starts to slowly thrust. The pain subsides as your moans start getting louder. He starts snapping his hips at an angle that has your leg shaking. Every snap of his hips leave you in a state of euphoria. You're almost embarrassed by how fast and violent your orgasm crashes down on you. With you screaming his name as your body trembles around him his hand grabs your thigh and hikes it over his hip while this new angle had him thrusting deeper. Every thrust feels like ecstasy. Your incoherent moans growing louder and louder with each stroke. You're nearing the peak again. He stares at you as if you're art. Your body looks magnificent, your eyes locked on his. He grabbed your hips and began thrusting faster and faster, groaning in pleasure with every lunge.
"Oh, yes, Lucifer, Yes!" You began to scream, arching your back as he moved your leg higher and leaned down, letting his tongue slip into the crook of your neck while he pushed farther into you. His right hand grabbed the back of your thigh and held your leg up as he continued to thrust. Your nails dig into his shoulders as your body shakes. A wave of pleasure washes over you as your mouth opens to a silent scream and your eyes shut tightly. Lucifer's release comes almost instant. The feeling of him filling you up as you quiver around him. He holds your hips in place as he rides the last of his high out, breathe heavy and his forehead pressed against yours. His hand cups your cheek and you kiss sloppily. You feel his smile against your lips. Your smile evident as well. The two of you part to catch your breath.
As wonderfully as your body feels right now it is also weak and tired. Lucifer looks as flawless as usual. Hair disheveled, but that makes him even more gorgeous. There doesn't seem to be any sweat or sign of exhaustion. He could probably go again if you wanted to. If only your body would let you.
Lucifer wraps his arms around you. Holding you, he plants gentle kisses against your head and you lace your fingers through his hair.
"I would like for you to accompany me for breakfast tomorrow"
You consider the offer. Although it didn't sound like an offer, rather a statement, it might be nice. You really don't know how awkward you'll feel at breakfast tomorrow morning with all of the other brothers who probably heard your screams tonight. You start feeling embarrassment creep up over your face.
"Yes, I'd like that too", you answer.
Bringing a hand up to your face, Lucifer caresses your cheek with his thumb. You lean into it as he kisses you. Parting from your lips he lingers close enough for you to feel his breath as he speaks.
"You've captivated me in a way I never thought possible. I love you. Truly." You get a tight feeling in your chest. Did he really just say that? This is such an overwhelming night for so many reasons. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in. About to speak he beats you to it.
"You don't have to say anything. I already know."