Lucifer

he shouldn’t be laughing.

he really shouldn’t.

but you were laughing too.

”c’mon, it can’t be that bad-“ you’d laugh, looking down at him.

it hurts like a bitch” he’d respond.

maybe this was a bad idea- a funny one, but a bad one.

lucifer wasn’t vanilla, not by a long shot, but he wanted to do something simple. you had suggested it, and he agreed. getting into it was easy, a rehearsed practice.

he’d kiss down your jaw, your neck, your chest, anywhere he could reach. he’d eat you out or finger fuck you until you were sweating and then the two of you would do your dance.

fucking you was his favorite late night- or afternoon, or morning- activity. having you lean him back against the headboard and sink down on his cock made his head thud back against it so hard he swore he cracked it. his hands had immediately gone to your hips, helping to pull you up and back down on him, tilting his head when you’d kiss and bite at his neck.

he’d let out an occasional whine when you’d pause, squeezing your hips and urging you to continue. though he wasn’t really made to stay in that position for long. with how he had been sitting, the weight of you and his own body caused his leg to go numb.

despite the fact that he was moaning and groaning like a whore when you’d bounce up and down on his dick, he got distracted by the tingling sensation in his leg- making his calf feel like it was being poked by a bunch of tiny needles.

as embarrassing as it was, he had leaned forward, huffing as he asked you to pause for a second. looking up at you with a face now not only flushed from arousal but from embarrassment as well, he let out a laugh, bringing a hand out to cover his face.

“my leg is numb.”

watching you look down at his leg and then let out a laugh made his own laugh spill out.

leaning forward, he grabbed you and slid down the bed. his head hit the pillows and he pulled you chest to chest, pressing kisses to your neck in between laughs.

“m’sorry,” he giggled, adjusting his leg, gaining some feeling back. “i just- ah, couldn’t focus.”

lucifer’s hands slid down to your ass, grabbing the meat of it and squeezing, cackling when you jerked and yelled at him.

things happened. but, hey, that didn’t mean he had any plans to stop just yet. he was still hard as a fucking brick and you were squeezing him and god fucking damnit!