Lucifer

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ how dumb does someone have to be to bet that they could win the king of hell to a fight?

you were dumb enough, apparently.

it seemed easy. lucifer had always been so kind, so gentle towards you so how could he possibly win you in a fight? realistically, he’s doesnt look like much so it should be an easy win, and he’d do whatever you wanted him to. easy! right?

you head smacked against the grassy ground with a quiet thunk, lucifer’s fingers tangled in your hair as you struggled and writhed under him, his other hand firmly holding your arm against your back.

“ready to give up yet?” he crooned, giving your hair a tug which, in turn, elicited an uncomfortable whine from you. “i dont want to wait any longer for my reward and youre taking sooo long.”

you let your face fall onto the grass. raised your fist weakly. tapped it against the ground three times. of course he’d win.

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that was how you ended up face down in lucifer’s pillows, your hips hitched up in the air with his hands hooked under the junctions of your thighs. leaning down, he presses his razor-edged teeth into the nape of your neck before quickly soothing it with his tongue when you whine. he sits back up, drags your hips further onto his throbbing cock.

“how does it feel- ah- to lose, mm?” he cooes, dragging his cock out painfully slow before burying himself back inside faster than you can whimper his name. “ ‘cause winning feels pretty great.”

it was a dumb bet anyway.