Lucifer

none of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t started any of it- but now here you were, lucifer’s cock inside of you as he fucked you in the driver seat of his car.

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it started off tame- lucifer invited you to a get together with him and multiple other overlords. he had put in some effort, dressing himself in a nice black suit and styling his hair so it didn’t stick out in random places. he asked you to come along, knowing he’d get bored and knowing you’d be able to distract him from the judgmental stares of the other powerful beings.

lucifer knew he’d be able to handle it, but he really didn’t want to confront anyone like that. it was too much work.

having decided to drive, lucifer picked you up at your home and let you get comfy in the passenger seat. he’d glance at you frequently, eyeing your clothing and styled hair. he felt pride bubble in his chest when he thought of you only dressing like that because he asked you to. he liked you- a lot- and he loved it when you did small things like this for him.

foolishly, he kept a hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing circles over your leg. he knew it was a bad idea, especially when he felt your leg shift closer to the middle console so he had easier access.

lucifer should’ve known that this would end up with him pulled over on the side of the road, yanking you over the middle console and reclining the seat as far back as it’ll go.

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fuck, the event.

whoops.

lucifer’s fingers dug into the meat of your thighs, lifting you up and down on his cock. his face was pressed to your neck, the two of you chest to chest as he gave quick, shallow thrusts up into you. his fingers occasionally slipped up to your ass, kneading the flesh and tugging you further down onto him.

the car was shaking slightly- windows becoming fogged. your hands found his hair and the second your nails pressed into his head he was groaning into your ear, the sound absolutely filthy. it cut off into a whine, hips stuttering inside of you for a moment before he regained the rhythm.

he huffed into your neck, voice coming out airy and uneven. “should’ve made you sit in the- fuck- in the back seat.” he grumbles into your skin. “gonna make us late to the meet now.”

groaning, one of lucifer’s hands left your hip to grab at your jaw and pull your face to his. he pressed his lips to yours, tongue licking into your mouth the second his lips touched your own. his fingers dug into your jaw sliding to the back of your head.

“really should’ve waited a little longer to do this,” he speaks between the kiss, head tilting as his cock pushes in and out of you. lucifer pulled back just enough to see your face and the sight would’ve made him cream his pants if he was wearing any. he had put on some lipstick- just enough to make his face look a little more appealing to the public and seeing it smeared on your own lips made him twitch inside of you.

“oh, fuck,” he whines, head thumping against the headrest of the seat.

the event could wait.

apparently his reaction was pleasing to you, if the sensation of your walls squeezing his cock was any indication. lucifer gave a sharp thrust up into you, letting out a voiceless moan.