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You're D.D.D. goes off. It was a text from Lucifer.
Lucifer: Do you remember the coffee you made me last weekend?
MC: The one that was too bitter?
Lucifer: I’d like you to make me another cup.
Lucifer: I’ll be in my study.
A giddy grin spread across your face. You could have died happy right then and there, just, not before Lucifer got his coffee. This time, you were going to stay until you saw the satisfaction from his first sip. Last weekend you made him the first cup of coffee since the two of you realized your feelings towards each other. It wasn’t like you hadn’t made him drinks before but what you didn’t know was that your new relationship would affect something as simple as a cup of coffee. When he informed you that hell coffee becomes more bitter when prepared by someone you’re fond of, you weren’t sure how to feel about it, but Lucifer had finished the whole cup and wanted more. It made your heart sing.
Coffee was something you were passionate about. It was a hobby that stuck with you from your time spent working at a cafe in the human world. There was nothing quite like the smell of fresh ground beans, the sounds of the drip, and the site of steam rising from a fresh cup. While it had been a few years since you worked there, you didn’t let your skills or knowledge decline, collecting various different coffee making devices to master. This is why, upon your return to the Devildom, you went in search of something to brew with.
Barbatos was devil sent when you had asked for his help. You knew his fondness for making tea so you figured he would know where you’d be able to get coffee supplies. You and he made a little date out of it and when you were finished, you came back to the House of Lamentation with a shiny, new pour over coffee maker plus all the accessories.
You started making coffee for the house whenever someone requested it. You learned that Asmo liked it sweet, Beel was happy to drink it no matter what it was, and apparently, Lucifer liked it dark. He had thrown you a bit of a curve ball when he called it ‘awfully bitter' which made you think it was so bitter he wouldn’t drink it but he had drunk every last drop and was now requesting more.
You jumped off your bed in a hurry to get to the kitchen. You laid out all the necessary equipment; 2 cups, 1 paper filter, the pour over funnel, a grinder, and the tea kettle. You filled the tea kettle up and put it on the stove to bring it to temperature. Taking the grinder, you ground the beans to a coarse grind. The paper filter sat nicely in the pour over funnel and you put the ground beans into the filter. Once the water was of an appropriate temperature, you poured it gingerly over the beans and watched the liquid pool in the carafe beckie.
You made enough for two cups, one for you and one for him. If he wasn't too busy, you thought maybe you'd be able to join him. You grabbed a tray, set both cups of coffee on it, and carried it to his study.
“Lucifer?” You spoke into the room as you paused at the entrance.
“Come in.” He said not looking up from his work. You moved into the room, walking up to the desk. His stack of paperwork didn’t look big but you knew it could be more complicated than at first glance. You lifted the cup of coffee gently off the tray and set it down quietly in front of him.
Pausing for a second, You waited to see if he would say anything, and when he didn’t you turned around with the tray to leave.
“MC, have a seat. I will join you in a moment.” His low voice said into the silence with only the scratching of his pen in accompaniment.
Your heart sped up in happiness. Setting the tray down on the coffee table, you took a seat on the red lounge chairs. It was early morning in the Devildom so the dark sky outside was only slightly less dark, the stars scattered in the deep blue, swirling darkness. You tucked your legs under you, leaning your side against the back of the chair. Your eyes studied Lucifer and how tired he looked. Dark circles adorned the skin just below his eyes on his normally flawless demon face. Diavolo had been keeping him busy with an overabundance of RAD paperwork the last two weeks. One evening you walked into his study to bring him something to eat and he had passed out with his pen in his hand, head down on the desk. You snapped a picture, sending it to Diavolo and Barbatos with a plea to let him rest. They confirmed they told him to take a break and get some sleep but you had no idea if he listened or not.
“If you keep staring like that I may have to blindfold you until I’m finished.” He warned with a suggestive tone, not looking up from his work. You saw a smirk light upon his lips before you looked away, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. How he found the energy to tease you with all the work he was doing, you’ll never know. Actually, you did know, he’s a demon. You tended to hold him to human standards for stamina as it was your only frame of reference but that was far from the truth. Supernatural stamina was something you could only dream of and sometimes you wondered what it would be like to have it. Dirty thoughts immediately rose to your mind. With that stamina, you’d be able to keep up with him all night. As it was, you could only last as long as your human body would allow and you’d wake up extremely sore.
You squirmed a little in your seat as you felt an involuntary pulse of pleasure through your abdomen. Now wasn’t the time to get yourself worked up. Just because his tone was teasing didn’t mean he’d follow through.
You reached for your cup of coffee to have something to busy yourself with. Right as you brought the cup to your lips, intending to take a sip, a low rumbling growl of warning came from him.
“Lucifer” You shot him an annoyed glare, “It’s going to get cold.”
“You brought an extra cup intending to drink with me, yes?”
“Mhmm” You confirmed.
“Then you will wait until I’m finished. I wouldn’t want to deny you the pleasure of my full attention.”
Shuddering in response to his words, you complied with an disgruntled “Fine". You continued to hold onto the warm cup, enjoying the steam coming off the top, smelling the aroma. Like most Devildom food, there was something slightly different about the smell. You could liken it to some kind of food or drink in the human world but there was always something unknown lingering on your senses.
Five minutes later he set his pen down and laid back against his chair. As soon as he moved, your eyes snapped over to him expectantly. With one long, gloved finger, he motioned for you to come over. You did, bringing your cup with you.
“Sit with me” He said, his posture making it clear he meant on his lap, “And pass me my cup.”
You ended up sitting across his lap, one arm around his shoulders, the other one carefully holding your cup. You brought it to your lips but paused, looking over the rim at him. His hand on your thigh caressed small circles on your skin as permission but you waited as you saw him bring his cup to his lips. This was always your favorite part. The look that played across a person’s face when they took that first sip of something you made.
You could tell when the taste hit his tongue. Air escaped through his nose and the muscles of his face softened. He pulled the cup away from his lips with a contented sigh. The soft smile he got when he was happy played across his features.
Happiness, contentment, giddiness, and affection all bubbled up in your chest at once which made your face break out into a huge grin, half obscured by your cup. When you made him coffee last time, you didn’t get to see this reaction. It was everything to you.
“I’m so glad you like it.” You whispered over your cup and then took a drink.
“Next time I will make you coffee so you can taste the difference.”
“Oh my god Lucifer.” You blushed, “Don’t do that when I have liquid in my hands.”
He chuckled while continuing to drink his coffee. His hand squeezed your thigh tenderly, reciprocating your affection.
“Does it really become more bitter?” You questioned getting curious.
“Very much so.”
“I was so worried when you called it awfully bitter that I had somehow ruined your coffee.” You confessed.
“No. I enjoy my coffee bitter. It was a pleasant surprise.” He set his cup down on the desk, empty. It hadn’t been a big cup but he drank it so fast.
“Did you even savor it?”
He feigned an offended look, putting a gloved hand over his chest, “Are you implying I didn’t enjoy every last drop of your feelings?”
“N-No” You stuttered out, “Of course not.”
A look of pure evil delight took over his face. His arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “How can you expect me to take my time when there’s something so delectable in front of me.” He whispered against your skin as he began trailing kisses down along your shoulder.
“L-Lucifer” You gasp, the coffee you had in your hand tilted dangerously, “At least let me set the cup down.”
“I don’t think so little little lamb” He mused, a crafty edge to his voice, “Let’s make a deal MC.”
You froze at those words. A familiar feeling of fear, anticipation, and arousal settled low in your abdomen. If he was feeling particularly sadistic, this could spell a rough day for you, even if it was enjoyable.
He must have noticed the switch in your body language because gloved fingers lilted up your inner thigh. He began playing with the hem of your shorts, his gloved finger running underneath it, over and over. It was hard not to squirm. “I’ll forget you questioned my feelings if” He paused as his fingers intentionally stroked you through your shorts, “You can make it through your climax without spilling a drop”.
Biting your lip, your eyes flitted over to your cup which was still over half full. “A-and if I spill?”
That sadistic grin got wider, showing teeth. His fangs made it all the more sinister. “You’ll wait to have me until after I finish my paperwork.”
The pile of paperwork on his desk wasn’t big all things considered but the thought of waiting to have him inside of you was irritating. Even if he got you off, you knew you wouldn’t be satisfied until he absolutely destroyed your insides.
He saw your hesitation which you knew immediately was a mistake. When he was like this, it was never a good idea to let him know he had the upper hand. “What will it be MC? If you don’t answer in the next five seconds you won’t have me at all. 5, 4…”
“Okay okay fine” You assented, albeit reluctantly. It wasn’t as if he was denying you. The only difference would be having him now or later. “All this teasing after I made you coffee” You pouted.
“I’ll take that into consideration should you fail. After all, “ He nipped lazily at your ear, “I won’t let you off easy. Your time between now and this evening will be filled with delicious frustration.”
That sounded like being let off easy. Your walls clenched at the thought. If he planned to keep teasing you until the paperwork was finished, maybe losing wouldn’t be too bad. He enjoyed making you want him, working you into a mess until you begged, and he knew you enjoyed simmering too. It made release all the more sweet.
He popped the button on your shorts and pulled down the zipper. His hand came up to his mouth, tugging off the glove with his teeth and threw it aside. Long fingers slipped between the fabric of your shorts and your underwear.
“You’re already wet MC” He relished while running his fingers over your slit through the thin fabric. Even though it was through your underwear, it felt amazing. You moved to bury your head into his shoulder, being careful not to jostle the cup in your other hand too much.
“Lucifer” You sighed against him hoping saying his name conveyed your need. Your hips started bucking trying to find more friction. You tried to keep the movement to a minimum but it was difficult.
“Alright love.” He whispered into your ear, “Take everything below the waist off and sit on the desk”.
Carefully, you slipped off his lap. You used your free hand to shimmy out of your bottoms, letting them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. Getting onto the desk was going to be the tricky part. You turned around to face Lucifer who was leaned back in his chair, smirking at your predicament.
“You’re incorrigible.” You muttered while backing your ass cheeks up to the desk. Your cheeks rested against the wood and you could feel the edge of it where your cheeks met your thighs. Hopping up onto the desk was too risky without being able to put both hands on the solid surface. You looked around you for anything you could use to get you up there and then smirked as an idea popped into your head, one where you would be able to get on the desk and give Lucifer a taste of his own medicine.
His chair was close enough that if you braced against it with you leg, you’d be able to slide onto the desk as well as flaunt your sex in Lucifer’s face. Part of you knew it wasn’t a very big tease because he could just take you if he wanted to but you’d take what you could since he was making this difficult for you.
You rested your foot against the arm of the chair and Lucifer raised an eyebrow at you. Using your free hand, you braced your upper body against the desk. Extending your hiked up leg slid you easily onto the wooden surface. You quickly lifted your remaining leg to the other arm of the chair and leaned back on your elbow. Everything was exposed to his gaze. He tried so hard to keep a composed face but you saw how wide his pupils had become. It was such a small change but you felt satisfied. The smell of your arousal passed across your nose and if you could smell it, so could he.
“It’s not as fun if you just stare at it.” You told him, your voice coming out in a silky, sultry tone. With half lidded eyes, you looked at him and licked your lips, “We could do away with this whole deal and you can show me just how much you savor me.”
He chuckled without losing the mischievous smirk, “Nice try MC. I would never pass on the opportunity to hear you beg”. Using his teeth again, he removed the other glove and rose from his seat to stand over you. His hands rested on your thighs while he gazed at your slit.
You gasped. In an instant he removed one hand from your thigh and swiped his thumb across your clit. You were leaned back, resting on both of your elbows, trying to keep the cup steady but the surprise touch caused your hips to buck involuntarily, the coffee sloshed around dangerously.
“Fuuuccckkkk” You breathed out.
“It would seem I have the advantage.” He said smugly looking at you with half-lidded, black and red eyes.
“Now I don’t want to let you win out of sheer spite.” You huffed and that earned you a finger slipping inside your swollen folds.
Your eyes rolled back and your head followed. Moaning, breathless curses spilled from your lips as he started pumping his finger in and out of you. He added a second one and you rolled your hips to meet his strokes. His strokes became shorter and quicker as he started curling his fingers into that sweet spot deep inside you and your heavy breathing turned into whimpers of need. You didn't care about the coffee anymore. When he was touching you he was the only thing that mattered.
You felt his hand press on your lower abdomen and he began to run his thumb over your clit. The stimulation sent shocks of pleasure through your core.
"P-please Lucifer." You keened, "I need-"
"I know love." He told you in a voice low and raw with need. That caught your attention through the pleasure and you looked up at your partner.
Lucifer was looking at you with unbridled lust. His cheeks were flushed red, his pupils blown where you could only see a sliver of red. Those eyes roamed you, drinking in your every movement and reaction to him. He sped up the movements on your clit and your attention slipped from him to the tightness growing in your core. With one last brush of his thumb that tightness snapped and your walls clenched around his fingers as your orgasm ripped through your body. He slowed his fingers down helping you ride out those last waves of pleasure.
Out of breath and panting, you had the mind to set the coffee away from you both before your bodies crashed together in a heated kiss. You immediately went for the buttons on his vest, got them undone and he shrugged it off. He broke the kiss to pull your shirt over your head. While you busied yourself with his tie, he was snapping your bra hooks open. You got the tie undone and undid his collar buttons. With access to his neck, you ran your arms around him. Your hands twined in his hair as you kept kissing.
"MC" He muttered against your lips, "Slip your bra off."
You withdrew your arms, shrugging your bra off onto the floor. His hands were on your hips and he pulled you flush against his groin. He. Was. So. Hard. You ground yourself against him, whimpering.
His lips moved from yours, down your jaw, and he began sucking at your neck, hard enough to leave marks. One hand stayed on your hip to encourage your continued movements against him as the other hand moved up you side, taking your overly ample breast in his hand. He caught your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began rolling it between them. The sensation ran all the way down to your core.
Your hands wandered down to his pants where you worked on getting his belt unbuckled. Once it was, you dropped his pants to the floor and gripped him through his boxer briefs. This caused him to grunt and bite into your neck. You felt his teeth break skin, his tongue licking across the wound. With both your hands, you tugged down the briefs and his cock sprung free.
Fingers found his length and you began pumping him with your hand. He pulled his mouth off you and moved his head to watch you play with his cock. As your hand enveloped his tip, you could feel the precum spread. He grunted and removed a hand from your hip to grab your hand, stopping you from continuing to play with him. He placed that on the desk and growled, “Keep it there.”
You laughed low and breathless, a million self-satisfied quips coming to the front of your mind. None of the words passed your lips but Lucifer saw the smug look on your face. His hand was on your jaw in an instant, moving you to look directly at him. His hair was slightly disheveled and his face flushed but that didn’t stop him from looking self-assured and arrogant.
“What were you thinking little lamb?” He asked in a dangerously amused tone.
“You can’t punish me for my thoughts.” You smirked derisively.
“No. I can’t” His voice came out sounding like fucking sex. He spaced out the words, clipping the sound off for emphasis, “If you take your hand off that desk, the same punishment will apply”.
You shivered at the threat and his hands made their way back down to your hips. Your one arm was still thrown around his neck and your fingers played with his hair. He pulled you to the edge of the desk, his tip now resting against your swollen entrance. You ached in anticipation.
He pressed his tip into you ever so slowly, watching your squirm. It just wasn’t enough but the bucking of your hips was impeded by his hands holding you still so you couldn’t take more of him in you. When you had stilled beneath his grip again, he slid another inch into you and you whimpered in need. It went like that inch by inch until he bottomed out. Now that you were fully filled by him, your walls began to flutter at the thought of what friction and pleasure would be had if only he would move.
He pulled all the way out and then slammed into you, setting a fast pace. His grip loosened on your hips, encouraging you to roll to meet his thrust. You looked up into his face as moans escaped you while he relentlessly pounded into your g-spot, sending shocks of white hot pleasure through your abdomen. The pleasure began growing, spreading through your core. He kissed you, tongues entwining, lips soft and kiss swollen. Both your hands found their way up into his hair which you tangled your fingers in.
His hips started to stutter and your walls grew tighter. He adjusted your thighs to allow him more access and after a few more thrust, you came around him, your walls pulsing repeatedly. He followed moments after you, his orgasm brought on by your release. You kept kissing each other, hands roaming over skin, lovingly caressing each other as you sat there in post coital bliss. He ran his hands up your arms and he pulled your hands up to his lips. He kissed them gingerly, eyes closed, relaxed, and then suddenly they fluttered open staring directly into yours. Your stomach dropped as you realized what that look meant. He must have seen realization dawn on your face because an evil chuckle rolled from his chest.
“Fuck.” You groaned in resignation. Lucifer pulled out of you and you felt his seed leak out. He opened the lowest draw on his desk, pulling out a clean towel.
“It seems,” He said amused while he began cleaning you up, “that I will need to retrieve a few items from my room. Your punishment will start with cleaning up the mess you’ve made of my desk”. He had already begun putting his clothes back on in preparation to head to his room.
“Yes sir.” You said sarcastically. Now that you had gotten what you wanted, you felt the need to annoy him start to bubble up.
He left after putting his clothes back on and you got to work picking up the papers that had fallen on to the floor. You had no idea how he’d organized them previously so you just made them as neat as you could, setting them gingerly on the desk. The top of the desk was a mess too. You began to organize the items that you had knocked over when you noticed something strange. The coffee cup that you had set down was laying on its side but there wasn't any coffee on the desk. You picked up the cup carefully and noticed that the coffee was up against an invisible barrier over the cup. Turning the cup upside down, you tested the barrier and none of the liquid escaped the cup.
Satisfied, maniacal laughter bubbled up out of your chest and it turned into full on, bent over heaving. It made you so thoroughly pleased that you didn’t didn’t care what he did to you next. You had made the Avatar of Pride want you so badly he was willing to cheat just a little to keep his pride intact. Nothing could make you happier than knowing you got to him.