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Sighing, you lay your head against the table and let the pencil fall from your grasp and clatter against your notebook. RAD exams are coming up and you’re just awful at paying attention in class, especially when it’s a subject you know nothing about. The demons at school would frequently shoot you a nasty look or make comments about how sleep deprived you looked, always up until morning doing homework.
As hard as it is to admit, you need help. If you keep going like this, you’ll end up a walking zombie with barely passing grades. Solomon already rejected you, saying he has his hands full tutoring the angels and you already asked half the demon brothers, purposefully excluding some of them. The reason you didn’t ask Mammon and Levi, well, you know they’d probably end up making your grades worse.
However, you avoided Lucifer for entirely different reasons; one, you were terrified of him and his threatening aura. Two, you couldn’t imagine the embarrassment of asking for help with something he’s long mastered, it’d be even worse if he told you no. Lastly, you would rather be skinned alive by Lord Diavolo than be alone with Lucifer, you’re far too easy for him to read.
Faint blushes, the way you find any excuse for your touch to linger on him a second longer than it should, your entranced staring. Needless to say, you have feelings for the first-born that you’re not quite willing to sort out, and being alone with him would only make that worse.
You sit up straight, pulling out your D.D.D and checking the time, the digital numbers displaying twelve in the morning. You let out a frustrated groan and scan over the papers splayed in front of you once more, your shoulders slump in defeat and you stand, deciding there’s no other option if you want to get this done in time.
After gathering your things and shoving them into your school bag, you glance at your mirror and shake your head. You’re not going to turn up at Lucifer’s door in your pajamas, you undress in a hurried manner and slide on some black shorts and a crop top of the same color, nothing too fancy. You almost get distracted, adjusting your hair until it’s presentable, is this too much for a study session?
Grabbing your bag once more, you leave your room and head into the dark corridors. Your hand slides against the walls, keeping your footing as you search blindly for Lucifer’s room. It’s easy to navigate as your eyes adjust to the darkness, your quick footsteps echo throughout the empty halls before you find yourself face to face with the Avatar of Pride’s door.
Swallowing nervously, you raise your hand to the wood but before you can knock, the door is opened. Lucifer looks down at you with a raised eyebrow, his hair tousled about and his shirt slightly unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up. His vest and coat are discarded, gloves still wrapped around his slim fingers that grasp the metal doorknob. It’s no surprise he’s awake, stacks of paperwork visible on his desk behind him.
You almost forget what you came for, brought back to reality with the sound of his low voice. “What do you need at this hour?” Lucifer questions, his tone cold and sharp as always. Eyes widening as you clear your throat, returning your attention to the task at hand. “I uh, I’ve been struggling with RAD assignments and the- the exams are coming up and-” Tightening your hold on your bag, you meet his crimson eyes. “I was wondering if you could help, like tutor me... or something.”
Lucifer’s expression shifts into one of surprise, he steps aside and gestures for you to enter and you do. “I must admit, I didn’t think you’d care enough to look for help,” He says, the door closing behind you two with a click. “Much less come to me for it.” He pulls out his chair and nods toward it, you take a seat before looking around. “Ha, yeah... I didn’t think I would either.” You mumble mostly to yourself.
Lucifer moves his paperwork aside and you place your textbooks on the open space, careful not to get your papers mixed with his. “What about you?” You ask, not seeing another chair as he stands over you. “Don’t worry about me.” Lucifer leans over the desk, gloved fingertips pressed against the surface as he dives into a lesson about summoning circles.
Thirty minutes into the lesson, Lucifer’s constantly shifting from one foot to another and you can tell he’s getting exhausted from standing. It was unusual for him to get tired so quickly, but you notice the bags under his eyes and you feel ridden with guilt suddenly. Quickly, you stand and give him a light push into the chair. “I’m good with standing, you look like you need it.” You respond to the confusion written across his face.
He ignores it, not expressing his gratitude but you can tell he’s glad to sit down. Lucifer’s exhaustion seems to be a recurring theme throughout the night, his words slow and slightly slurred as he explains potions, his eyes heavy and struggling to stay open. You shake your head and sigh, you need help but you feel bad making him stay up. “Okay, you need rest. You look like a corpse, you can help me tomorrow.”
Without waiting for a response, you begin to pack your things. You’re interrupted as two strong hands suddenly wrap around your waist and pull you down, your bottom resting against his thighs and back pressed against his front. “We’re not done.” Lucifer murmurs by your ear, leaving you completely frozen. Your hold on the books loosens, dropping them onto the desk with a slight nod. “O-okay.”
Despite the need that pools between your legs, you maintain a cool composure. That is, until he questions your knowledge, a test to see if you’ve been listening. The first questions are easy, base level, you answer them without a second thought, sure that you can prove you’re a good student. “And what is the base ingredient for hex potions?” His voice is closer now, his breath is light against your neck as he speaks.
It takes a moment before you can even muster up a response, racking your brain for knowledge you don’t have or is hiding in the very depths of your mind. “The uh- the base ingredient for hex potions is...” You drag the word out, a futile attempt to stall your answer. “It’s um- well, it-” You stumble helplessly over your words and Lucifer tuts in disapproval. “My, my, what ever am I going to do with you?” He sighs and shakes his head.
Warmth creeps up your face, your ears burning as you mutter an apology. “We just went over this,” Lucifer brings his index finger to a page, pointing at the ingredient. You wish you could facepalm, the answer was in front of you the entire time if you had just looked. “What has you so distracted?” He tilts his head although you can’t see it, still sat on his lap.
You laugh nervously, leaning forward and putting your elbows against the desk. “Nothing, I’m just a bit forgetful.” You dismiss it, trying to put it aside and get back to the lesson. Lucifer has a different idea, however; his hands find your exposed thighs, wrapping around them and pulling you back against him. Your eyes widen as your back is flush against his chest, your hands instinctively reaching for his to try and pry them away. “You’re not a very good student, my dear.” Your ass is pressed against the bulge that grabs your attention, straining against his pants.
“I’m sorry, Lucifer.” You murmur the words out a bit shamefully, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. Lucifer chuckles, one of his hands slide up to your waist while the other spreads your thighs. “That just means you’ll have to try a bit harder, hm?” He guides you forward until your cunt is pressed against his thigh, straddling his leg. “Y-yes, Lucifer.” Your voice is barely a whisper as his thigh pushes up, giving you the slightest bit of friction.
“Good.” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, both of his hands settling on your waist and guiding you to grind on his thigh. You resist it at first, trying to focus on the words in front of you. “Let’s go over that again, why don’t we? What is the base ingredient for hex potions?” He acts so casually despite the way he rubs his thigh against your pussy, your arousal beginning to soak through the thin layer of your shorts.
“Sparrow... sparrow entrails.” You answer breathlessly, eyes trained on the page in front of you. Lucifer hums in response, his pace never faltering as he guides your hips. “And the two other ingredients most commonly used for such?” His right hand traces a path up your back, brushing away your hair to press his lips to the nape of your neck. “Black sand and...” You try to sort through your head, he leaves gentle nips along your skin. “Graveyard d-dirt.”
“Very good.” Lucifer whispers against your skin, his voice dripping with approval. His tone is enough for your resolve to finally crumble, giving in as your hips move against his thigh. You can feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck before he pulls back. He makes quick work of removing his gloves, tossing them onto the heaps of paperwork long forgotten.
He turns your head back enough so he can press his lips to yours in a slow, lazy kiss. Lucifer’s hands slide beneath your shirt and up your chest, his fingers playing with your nipples. The sensation makes you moan against his lips, your hips pressing down onto his thigh desperately to ease the throbbing of your clit. You break the kiss to gasp for air, your hands trying to move his away from your sensitive breasts.
It only spurs him to chuckle, your feeble attempt only making him roll your buds between his fingertips. You squirm against him, humping his thigh like a dog in heat, desperate and needy. “Someone’s eager.” He grabs your attention, a soft whine leaving your lips as he holds onto your waist and stops your movements. “Lucifer, please.” He doesn’t respond with anything but another chuckle.
“Please what?” Lucifer questions, amused at your pathetic desperation. “Please, touch me, fuck me-” You bite down on your lip, muffling a moan as his leg bounces, rubbing against your clit just enough to make you breathless. “-anything.” You plead, that stupid grin never once leaving his face.
“Well, when you beg like that...” His voice is a mere whisper, one of his hands sliding beneath your legs to carry you to his bed bridal style. “I suppose I could give you what you want.” He sets you so gently against the mattress you forget his demonic nature for a moment. You lay down, your head against the pillows with Lucifer kneeling in front of you, looking like he might devour you.
He pulls your shorts down, carelessly discarding them before prying your legs apart with his hands. He rubs his fingers over the dampened fabric of your panties, admiring the way you squirm and writhe beneath him. “So responsive, my dear.” Lucifer muses, slipping off your panties and letting them join your shorts. “I do hope you can keep quiet enough to not wake the others?” His question goes unanswered, he leans down between your legs and grasps onto your thighs.
Lucifer steals a gasp from you as he runs his flat tongue over your cunt, lapping up your juices hungrily. He teases, running his tongue along your folds but never fully committing, always bringing his head back up to observe your frustrated expression. Only after he decides he’s satisfied with your frustration does he dive back between your thighs, his lips attaching to your clit and gently sucking.
Instinctively, you reach for his hair with a gentle grip, running your fingers along his scalp. His lips curl into a smile against your pussy, a soft hum escaping his throat in response, the vibration sending pleasure throughout your body. Lucifer releases one of your thighs, bringing his fingers to your entrance and rubbing around it in a teasing manner.
“Lucifer, no more teasing, p-pl-” Your plead is cut short as his digits slip inside of you, expertly seeking out that spot that makes you see stars and curling into it. The feeling has you falling apart, your eyes fluttering shut and your breath coming in sharp gasps. “Breathe,” Lucifer whispers, his lips now pressing against your inner thigh. “Breathe, my dear.”
You struggle through the stimulation, forcing your eyes open to meet his, something within his crimson irises bringing you to your senses. His lips move to your clit once more, resuming his gentle sucking as his fingers increase their pace. Nothing but quivering moans slip past your lips, your head far too fuzzy to string together a coherent sentence.
The pleasure builds up inside of you, inching you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your walls tighten around his fingers and your breathing becomes erratic, the grip of your fingers tightening in his hair. “Lucifer I’m c-close.” You manage, every word drawn out.
Just as your legs begin to shake, as your release is right there, he pulls away. The feeling slowly subsides, you push yourself up onto your elbows and furrow your brows. “What are you doing?” You try to sound harsh but your tone betrays that, sounding desperate.
Lucifer makes quick work of discarding his pants, his bulge against the fabric of his underwear now fully in view. “Now now, you didn’t think I’d leave you unfulfilled, did you?” He murmurs in a sultry voice, pushing down the waistband of his underwear to reveal his hard cock.
You can’t muster a word as your eyes stay focused on what could only be described as the Avatar of Pride’s cock. You shake your head in response, bringing your eyes back to his and feeling your skin burn under his gaze. “Scared?” Lucifer grins, his hands supporting him on either side of your head as he leans over you. Without warning, he slides himself inside of your cunt, your wetness making for an easy entrance as he stretches your walls.
Lucifer takes note of the way you wince, your trembling hands tangling in the sheets. “You’re okay.” He whispers, his lips finding yours in an attempt to take your mind off the burning sensation. You get lost in a passionate kiss, barely noticing when the pain makes way for a new feeling, a feeling that makes you moan into his mouth.
He breaks the kiss, pulling his hips back before pushing into you once more. “That’s it.” He murmurs, setting a slow pace. Every time he thrusts into you, you can feel yourself surrender to him more and more, welcoming his size rather than fighting it. “That feels...” Your words trail off, losing your train of thought as he brings one of his hands to your thigh, pulling you into his movements.
“Feels what?” He urges you breathlessly, his eyes closing. “So g-good.” You gasp out, admiring his features as they contort, looking lost in pleasure. His brows are furrowed and his eyes closed, his lips pressed together to silence his moans. You turn your head and bury your face into the pillow beside you, attempting to muffle your own moans, knowing the rest of the brothers are asleep.
Lucifer leans down, pressing sloppy and urgent kisses along your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin and earning a gasp as he marks you. You turn your head to face him again, winces mixing with your moans as he bites down again, breaking skin as red liquid trickles down your collarbone.
He looks at you with blood smeared across his grinning lips and that familiar feeling begins to creep up on you once more. The sting of his bites mixes with the pleasure of his every thrust and has your head reeling, the combination rendering you speechless.
His hips slam with yours with a newfound hunger, gasps and grunts leaving his lips. Lucifer’s eyes never leave yours, admiring you beneath him with your eyes rolled back and hair a mess, the way you fit around him so perfectly. “You’re doing s-so good. Taking me so well.” He whispers, his thrusts faltering as he nears his climax.
You press your lips to his in an urgent kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him down. With one final thrust, he brings you both over the edge. Your moans are lost in his mouth as you tremble and your back arches against him.
Your mind goes entirely numb, vision going white and your lips no longer moving against his. Broken pleads of his name slip past your lips, hardly coherent as he finds his own release and spills his cum deep inside of you. Lucifer’s fingers dig into the sheets beside your head until his knuckles turn white, his own moans sounding nearly as helpless as yours.
It takes a few moments before he can even bring himself to pull out of you, his cum leaving a sticky trail on his sheets. You’re both panting and coated in sweat, still lost in your highs. “I still have to study.” You decide to break the silence with an awkward murmur, spurring him to laugh. “There’s always tomorrow.”