luciferism

[luciferism]

♡♡♡ Project Bunny ♡♡♡

Chapter I: Live - PixelBunny.exe

“Y-you all are so mean… I’m shy, y’know. I’m not just here to be your toy…” You purred, same curated high-pitched tone matched with a sickly sweet giggle. “But thank you, Daddies.”

♡■♡■♡ Pairing: LADS MLIs x afab camgirl!reader

♡■♡■♡ Plot Summary:

By day, you're just a broke barista with a caffeine addiction, with a useless degree and a student loan nightmare, and a customer service smile stitched over your burnout. By night, you're Pixel Bunny—a bratty, cosplay-clad camgirl with a shy voice, a pastel aesthetic, and a growing fanbase that keeps your lights on and your legs open.

Except… your five most generous patrons are a little too devoted. Each a stranger with a username and a hard-on for control, slowly bleeding into your real life.

♡■♡■♡ Tags: 18+, multichapters, second pov, eventual poly, eventual orgy, dark romance, reverse harem, shameless smut, porn with plot, explicit, gradual shift into darker themes, voyeurism, praise kink, porn, ooc, canon divergence au, sex toys, clothing fetish, cosplay, breeding kink, ddlg (daddy dom/little girl), pet names, live masturbation, power play, strip tease, sex work, camgirl au, streaming culture, orgasm denial, parasocial relationship, obsessive parasocial behavior, dirty talk, stalking tendencies, reader is not mc, reader has a day job, reader is addressed as "Bunny" or "PixelBunny" on stream, masked identities

♡■♡■♡ Word Count: 7.2K

A/N: Finally dug up an old idea and use it for another LADS fanfic. I was debating whether I use an oc or just follow my usual "x reader", guess what I did? Please take this "you" persona impersonally.

A/N2: holy shit, I thought I saved it up as a draft 😂 I wasn't done editing it lmfao

MASTERLIST | AO3

Your screen flickered to life with the soft, ambient glow of neon pinks and cool lilacs. Lo-fi beats hummed low through your headset, a curated loop of calming bass and synthetic purrs you’ve fine-tuned to make every viewer feel like they were lounging right in bed with you.

The room behind you was an aesthetic fever dream: plushies, pastel LEDs, posters of vintage anime girls with glassy eyes and lollipops too large for their mouths.

You're perched on the center of your bed, legs curled just right, clad in a baby-pink cropped cardigan that technically covers your nipples—but just barely, plaid skirt strategically rumpled that showed off your panties you’d pretend were modest if they weren’t riding a dangerous line between “cute” and “cam site terms of service violation.”

The bunny-eared headset—your signature look—bobbed slightly as you adjusted, lips glossed to a cherry sheen and parted with practiced nervousness.

A delectable morsel wrapped in pastel and lust. That’s you, PixelBunny. A camgirl rising on the other side of the internet.

Just shy. Just bratty enough.

Innocent. Dumb. Deceiving.

Click. You're live.

The chat was already rioting. A thousand hearts bloomed in the corner of your screen. Familiar names lit up the chat like a twisted bouquet of usernames you knew better than your actual friends.

Syl.Draconia 💎 has joined the stream 🐇

R.tist!c tipped 1000 credits: angel, that lipstick shade is killing me

X-Devoted upgraded to SUGAR DADDY - ULTRA VIP 💎

Mr. WhiteCoat tipped 500 credits: Don’t overwork yourself.

C.Pilot: you're late. I've been waiting Bunny. ;)

3009 more viewers have joined 🐇

You smiled sweetly. Blushed. Looked away. A beat too long, just to make them ache for it. And then, your voice—high, breathy, a porcelain teacup too full of heat—spilled into the mic.

“H-hi, everyone. Welcome back to my... super cozy Friday stream. I—I missed you all so much... I was sooo lonely today…”

A flurry of small donations exploded with the flood of emotes. Bunnies. Eggplants. Hearts. Claws. One name after another. Each one hit your account like a loaded promise. A private ping dinged—five times, exactly. Direct messages, encrypted, VIP access only.

You ignored them. For now.

The camera zoomed slightly—auto-focus tracing your thighs as they shifted. Your skin was glossed, powdered, glowing under artificial moonlight. You stretched your arms overhead, the croptop sliding just enough to show the soft curve of underboobs, a calculated ‘oopsie’ perfected by months of practice.

C.Pilot: you know you missed yesterday right?

X-Devoted: Uve been a veeery naughty bunny…

Mr. WhiteCoat: I’m monitoring your dopamine spikes in real time. They’re inconsistent.

R.tist!c: is that the cardigan i sent you? unbutton it slowly

Syl.Draconia: Shes hiding something tonight. Increased blink rate. Deviated gaze.

“Y-you all are so mean… I’m shy, y’know. I’m not just here to be your toy…” You purred, same curated high-pitched tone matched with a sickly sweet giggle. “But thank you, Daddies.”

You giggled, again, hiding your face in your hands. A perfect little bunny. Tempting fate like it was a game. Innocence so carefully curated it could only be filthy. Just a girl in your safe little pastel den, alone in your apartment, with predatory men watching you burn.

You shifted, thighs parting slightly, your voice rising just a note.

“I m-might’ve been a little mean… I didn’t respond to some DMs. I went live without private previews tonight... I guess I was just feeling bold.”

X-Devoted: U will learn sweetheart

Syl.Draconia: Already running your own script. Dangerous.

Mr. WhiteCoat: This requires corrective conditioning.

C.Pilot: youre gonna make me break my keyboard Bun.

R.tist!c: keep talking, your shame is muse enough

The camera light pulsed. You leaned forward, intentionally framing your cleavage with your forearms as you pouted at the lens.

“You’re all so strict with me lately,” you murmured, voice full of mock-pout and something that wasn’t so mock. “But I know how much you missed me…”

You reached for a small heart-shaped plastic on the nightstand.

“A-and I think I’m ready to be your good bunny again.”

Then—click.

You pressed the first tip-button. The sex toy that was already inserted before the stream purred to life inside you, humming quiet and wicked.

“A-ah—mm! T-that’s... oopsie.” Well, at least the moan that slipped from your glossy lips was real.

X-Devoted: Dont play shy. U wore that choker for me.

Syl.Draconia: Zoom. 140%. Enhance the thighs.

R.tist!c: such soft curves, let me paint you like this

Mr. WhiteCoat: Keep still. I’m running diagnostics.

C.Pilot : bet she soaked the sheets already.

mr.unknown: oh yes, moan for us more 😩

zeronut: show pussy plz… 💦

"Oh... Oh Daddy..." You murmured into the mic, your eyes glazed over as the vibrations from the toy X-Devoted had chosen for you resonated through your body. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, a blush that surely painted your face in a way that made the camera love you more. The chat was a whirlwind of lewd comments and generous tips. Each one of your patrons had a piece of you, and you knew it. You reveled in it.

You leaned back into the plush pillows, your hands sneaked under the cardigan, fingers dancing over your chest, tracing the edges of the pasties you knew R.tist!c had picked out from the last set of gifts he'd sent. His taste was always so... exquisite. You could feel your heart racing, the decorative adhesive tickling against your skin with each breath.

"Thank you for the tips, Daddy..." You breathed into the mic, a soft smile playing on your lips as you scanned the chat for X-Devoted's name. His tip had triggered the toy, and the pleasure was already pooling in your stomach, threatening to spill over. "You're all so generous tonight."

The screen was a blur of usernames and donation amounts. You bit your bottom lip, letting the anticipation build as you slowly unbuttoned the cardigan. The cool air hit your bare skin, and you shivered dramatically for the camera, knowing it would drive them wild. The room was a symphony of virtual praise, each note hitting a different chord of your arousal.

X-Devoted: Good girl. Thats what I like to see

C.Pilot: let’s see how much you’ve been taking care of yourself Bunny.

R.tist!c: more little bun, show us everything

With a devilish smirk, you leaned forward, giving them the show they were dying to see. The cardigan fell away, revealing the purple, starfish-shaped pasties that covered your areola—nipples already peaked out and were begging for attention beneath the adhesive silicone.

The cold lens of the camera was the only thing touching them as you whispered, "Look at what you do to me, Daddy." You gave your torso a gentle shake, watching your breasts jiggle before the eyes of your devoted audience.

The chat exploded with emojis and messages. The numbers on the side of your screen spun upwards like a slot machine hitting a jackpot. You felt a thrill of power, a heady rush of adrenaline, knowing that these men were all watching you, all wanting you, all willing to give you anything to satisfy their desires. You were the puppeteer, and they were your marionettes, dancing to the tune of your siren's song.

"Would you like to taste my tits, Daddy?" You whispered into the void, watching the screen as your words sent a shockwave through the chat. The vibrator in your panties buzzed in time with your racing heart every time someone tipped, a symphony of need and greed. You cupped your breasts, your thumbs flicking over the covered areola, teasing the silicone away from your sensitive skin.

X-Devoted: Yes baby. Take off the starfish. Let us all admire ur pretty nipples

Mr.WhiteCoat: Use the adhesive fabric next time if the silicone irritates your nipples.

R.tist!c: i wish those pasties were my mouth

R.tist!c: soon you will be mine

C.Pilot: make it quick, I can feel my cock pulsing already.

Syl.Draconia: Watch yourself Bunny. Watch how beautiful you are.

You bit back a giggle, feeling a thrill of excitement at their commands. You knew they were all watching, all waiting with bated breath for the moment you'd give in. Your fingers danced along the edge of the silicone, the tension building as you paused, just for a second, to let them beg for more.

Syl.Draconia tipped 1000 credits: Take it off let the breeze kiss those pretty nipples of yours.

Your heart skipped a beat as you read the message from Syl.Draconia. His requests always sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and excitement. But you had a show to run. You had to keep them all on the edge of their seats. So, with a flick of your wrist, the pasties came off, revealing your bare breasts to the camera. The coolness of the room kissed your skin, making your nipples peak even further. You leaned closer to the camera, letting them get a good look at the prize.

But amidst the flurry of tips and messages, one stood out. C.Pilot’s text was simple, but the implication was clear. "you know I wanna fuck those tits Bunny." The chat went wild, a mix of excitement and anticipation. This wasn't the first time he'd made such a bold statement.

You looked into the camera, eyes wide with feigned shock, "Oh my... Daddy's being extra naughty tonight." You giggled, playing coy. But inside, you felt a thrill of danger. It was all part of the game, but you knew it was one you couldn't ignore for much longer.

The tips continued to flood in as you played with the strings of your skirt, tugging it down just enough to reveal the sheer lace of your panties. The camera zoomed in, capturing the wetness that had already begun to soak through. You could feel the fabric sticking to your skin as you teased them, the anticipation building. Each user's kink reflected in their words, a silent bidding war for your attention.

X-Devoted: Spread ur legs for us baby. Show us ur sweet little cunt

Mr.WhiteCoat: I can see your heart rate increasing. Keep going.

R.tist!c: imagine its my tongue licking you clean

C.Pilot: you know I’d shower those tits with my cum.

Syl.Draconia: Take off the skirt. Give us a show.

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their eyes—or rather, the screens—on you. It was all a game, a dance of power and desire played out in pixels. But you were good at this dance, weren't you? You'd been doing it for some months. You leaned back, letting your legs fall open just enough to hint at the lacy treasure beneath. The toy in your panties buzzed louder, the intensity of the vibrations making you gasp.

"M-maybe later, Daddy. I-I’m getting shy now…" you whispered, batting your eyelashes at the camera in practiced timidity. The chat erupted again, the sound of keys smacking screens echoing in your mind. The thrill of control was intoxicating. You were the queen of this digital realm, and they were all just pawns in your game.

The vibrations grew more intense, and you couldn’t help but squirm. You reached down and slipped your hand into your skirt, your fingers sliding over the drenched fabric of your panties. The toy buzzed against your clit, and you let out a soft moan, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment. The room grew hot, the air thick with lust.

Mr.WhiteCoat: Your pulse is racing faster now. Tell us how it feels.

X-Devoted: Ure mine tonight bunny

R.tist!c: i can almost taste you through the screen

C.Pilot: give us a better look.

Syl.Draconia: Yes show us how much you want it.

Your cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, and your breathing grew heavier as you read the messages, feeling their eyes on you—or rather, the screens that served as their windows into your private world. The vibrations grew stronger, and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. But you weren’t ready to give in just yet. You had to keep them wanting more.

"But not yet, Daddy," you murmured into the microphone, your voice a sultry whisper. "I want to save the best for later." You pulled your hand away from your panties, leaving them wet and exposed. The camera zoomed in, and you watched the chat light up with excitement. You had them hooked, and you were the master angler reeling them in, inch by inch.

With a practiced brattiness, you stood from the bed.

"Oh... so cold!~" You gasp, hugging yourself in a manner dramatic enough to tease your audience.

You turned to face the camera fully, your eyes scanning the chat for any signs of the five high-rollers you knew were out there. You strutted over to the clothing rack, the soft thud of your feet echoing through the quiet room. The outfit was a surprise, something you'd picked out just for them. A devilish smirk played on your lips as you pulled out the hanger, the fabric gliding over your fingertips like silk.

"Alright, everyone," you announced, the sound of you unraveling the garment garnering a slew of eager messages. "It's time for the main event!" The anticipation in your voice was palpable as you held the outfit against your body, obscuring your nakedness with the screen of fabric. "Tonight, I've got something extra special for you. Who's ready for a surprise?"

The chat exploded with excitement, a barrage of suggestive emojis and filthy messages.

C.Pilot: can't wait Bunny.

Mr.WhiteCoat: Your secrets are the best part of the show.

R.tist!c: show us little muse

You took a deep breath, the anticipation building in your chest as you held up the lingerie set. "I've got something that's gonna knock your socks off, Daddies!" You giggled, feeling the excitement of your digital audience pulse through the air. The pastel colors shimmered under the soft light, a perfect blend of innocence and desire.

You turned around, giving them a glimpse of your bare back, the tension building as you slowly untied the strings of your skirt. The skirt softly rustled as it slid down your thighs like silk, leaving only your sheer panties that barely covered your dripping cunt and the vibrator thrumming inside you.

"Oopsie daisy!" You exclaimed, feigning clumsiness, making sure the camera captured every inch of your exposed skin. "Looks like I need to get changed!"

The chatter in the chat grew louder as you began to peel off your panties, the fabric sticking to your wetness before finally sliding away. The toy remained in place, a silent sentinel of your pleasure.

You stepped into the new set, a pair of lace g-strings that barely covered your curves, and a matching sheer bralette that left nothing to the imagination. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through your body, the vibrations syncing with your heartbeat.

"How does this look?" You asked, spinning around for them, giving a full view of the new ensemble. The chat went wild, a cacophony of lewd comments and tips. You could feel the power surging through you, a heady rush that only grew as you watched the numbers climb.

X-Devoted: Perfect. Just like I knew it would be

Mr.WhiteCoat: Your obedience is... commendable, PixelBunny.

R.tist!c: a masterpiece worthy of my canvas

C.Pilot: fuck baby. you're driving me wild.

You leaned closer to the camera, your breath hot against the lens. "Does Daddy like it?" You whispered, your eyes sparkling with mischief. The chat was a blur of eager responses, each one more eager than the last.

Syl.Draconia: Youre a vision, my sweet bunny. I could rip that in one flick of my fingers.

You winked at the camera, the toy inside you buzzing in response to the thrill of their words. "Good, because I got something extra special for you all." Your breasts bounced slightly as you turned, giving them the show they craved. "Who wants to see what I've got planned?"

The tips—smaller amounts this time—poured in faster than you could read, the screen lighting up like a Christmas tree. Your heart raced as you felt the eyes of your devoted fans, the vibrations inside you reaching a crescendo. "Alright, Daddies. Let's get this party started!"

You slid the toy out of you with a wet pop, ensuring the camera caught everything, the chat exploding in a symphony of virtual pleasure. The toy was replaced with something new, something they hadn't seen before. It was a custom-made dildo, the girthy shaft covered in bumpy, tiny lights that matched the color scheme of your room.

"This little guy is gonna light up the night," you said with a wink, turning it on. The lights flickered in time with your racing pulse, a silent promise of what was to come.

Strutting closer to your desktop, you straddled the fuschia pink-white gaming chair, posing your back against the lens. You took a moment to appreciate the view on the screen—the way the lights played off your curves, highlighting the view of your asscheeks in the air, your drenched cunt peeking through the scant g-string. Turning you into a living work of art.

Then, with a sultry smile, you placed the tip of the dildo against your entrance, the coolness sending a shiver down your spine.

"Ready for the main event, Daddies?" You teased, tapping the toy playfully against your asscheeks. The chat was a sea of anticipation, a mix of eagerness and greed. You spread your legs wider, giving them a perfect view of your glistening pussy, the fabric of your g-string the only barrier between you and their hungry eyes.

You leaned further into the chair, the cold leather against your skin a stark contrast to the heat building within you. The lights from the dildo reflected off the chrome of your gaming chair, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. The plastic frames bit into your knees as you settled into the position, a slight discomfort that only served to heighten the thrill of the moment.

The chat was a blur of excitement, a cacophony of usernames and tips flying by as they watched you, rapt and eager for your next move.

X-Devoted: Slowly baby. Make it last

Mr.WhiteCoat: I’m taking notes of how many pumps you’re going to do tonight.

R.tist!c: oh i wanna sketch this

C.Pilot: fuck bunny. you're so wet, I could almost feel it.

Syl.Draconia: Use the lube I sent.

With a seductive smile, you took the lube, never breaking eye contact with the camera’s lens as you lathered it around the girthy artificial phallus. The squelching echoed to the mic as your hands pumped in a tantalizing rhythm, giving your audience the fantasy of you touching their cocks instead.

You began to rub the tip against your swollen clit, the lights flickering in time with your movements. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt through your body that made your eyes roll back in your head.

"Mm, Daddy likes it slow?" You murmured, your voice a breathless purr. "Alright, let's see if I can be a good girl." You slid the toy down, teasing the folds of your pussy. The chat was a flurry of commands and compliments, each one feeding the fire of your desire.

With a deliberate slowness that was as much for show as it was for their benefit, you brushed the string of your panties aside and pushed the dildo inside your cunt. The lights flickered in time with the strokes, creating a mesmerizing pattern across your skin. You moaned, the sound carrying through the quiet apartment, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to echo back at you from the screens of your devoted fans.

"Oh, yes... just like that," you whispered into the microphone, the vibrations from the dildo making your voice shake slightly. "Daddy's got me feeling so good."

Your eyes remained locked on the camera, watching as the tips continued to roll in. Each one a little victory, each one a validation of your power. You began to move the toy in and out, the lights casting a rainbow of shadows across your vaginal walls. "Tell me, Daddies," you gasped, "How does it look when I'm being such a good girl for you?"

Mr.WhiteCoat: Your pussy looks so tight around that new toy, PixelBunny. You’re taking it well.

C.Pilot: oh fuck. that's so hot. like you're begging for the real thing.

R.tist!c: like a painting baby, a masterpiece

Syl.Draconia: Tell me you wish it was my cock Bunny.

X-Devoted: Ure mine Bunny. Remember that

Their reactions varied, a symphony of desire played out in digital text. Some praised your obedience, others painted vivid pictures of what they’d do to you, while another whispered dark promises of possession. Yet, none of them knew the truth behind your shy demeanor, the cynical smirk that tugged at your lips as you read their words.

With each stroke, the lights of the dildo grew more intense, painting your face with a rainbow of pleasure. Your body began to respond, your hips moving in a gentle rhythm that grew more urgent with each passing moment. You knew the act well, the dance of a siren luring sailors to their doom. You were their obsession, their escape from the mundane.

The sound of your wetness filled the room, mingling with your soft moans. It was a symphony of lust, each note a declaration of your power. You watched the chat, eyes flickering from one message to the next. Their words were a drug, a sweet poison that made you feel alive.

You began to rock your hips, the toy sliding in and out with increasing speed. "Is Daddy proud of me?" You whimpered, your voice a siren's call. The chat exploded, each tip a declaration of their adoration. You felt their desire, a palpable force that seemed to tighten around you, squeezing out every last drop of your inhibition.

"Oh, Daddy," you moaned, the pleasure building, the lights from the dildo casting a glow across your face. "You make me feel so... dirty." The words were like honey, sweet and thick with meaning. You watched the chat, the screen a blur of tips and messages, each one more desperate than the last.

The toy slammed into you now, the plastic thud echoing through the room. Your hands were a blur, moving in a rhythm that was almost violent. The sensation was overwhelming, the lights pulsing with your heartbeat. You could feel yourself getting closer, the orgasm a tidal wave just beyond the horizon.

Mr.WhiteCoat: Yes, PixelBunny, take it another inch deeper.

C.Pilot: so good baby. take it all for me.

R.tist!c: like youre riding my cock baby

Syl.Draconia: Mines bigger than that silly toy Bunny.

X-Devoted: Make sure u wont hurt urself

Their commands fueled you, pushing you closer to the edge. You took the toy out and licked it clean, the taste of yourself making your eyes roll back.

"Daddy, I need more," you whimpered, dropping the dildo to the floor. Slowly, you turned around to face the camera and present yourself on the chair. Your hand snaked into your g-string, your fingers finding your clit. "Is Daddy going to make me cum?"

Mr.WhiteCoat: Play with yourself more, BunnyPixel. Show us how much you want it.

C.Pilot: spread those legs wider, let me see everything.

R.tist!c: i want to see that pretty pussy swollen with desire for me

Syl.Draconia: You know you want it bunny. Take it all.

X-Devoted: Ure so greedy, arent you, Bunny? But Daddy loves that about you

Their words were a siren's song that you couldn't ignore. You spread your legs wider, the fabric of your g-string stretching tightly over your swollen clit. You watched the chat as your fingers began to dance across your folds, the wetness of your pussy glistening in the soft glow of the lights.

"Look at how wet I am for you, Daddies," you breathed into the microphone, the sound of your voice sending a shiver through your body. Your thumb circled your clit, the sensation making your toes curl. "Do you like watching me play?"

The chat erupted in a symphony of affirmations, their digital applause filling your ears. You felt a strange sense of belonging, a thrill that came from being the object of their desire. It was a power trip, one that you were all too eager to indulge in.

With a wicked grin, you picked up the dildo again, the lights pulsing to the beat of the music that played in the background. "Alright, Daddies," you said, your voice a mix of sweetness and seductive challenge. "Who wants to see how fast I can make this little toy disappear?"

The chat went wild as you positioned the dildo at your entrance, the coldness a stark contrast to the heat that had built up within you. You pushed it in, the lights dancing on your skin as you took it all in one go, the tip brushing against your cervix. You gasped, the sensation intense and overwhelming. The chat exploded in a flurry of tips and messages, each one more eager than the last to claim a piece of you.

Mr.WhiteCoat: Bravo, PixelBunny. You’re so good at taking what you’re given.

C.Pilot: fuck yes. just like that. you're mine baby.

R.tist!c: a true masterpiece in motion

Syl.Draconia tipped 1000 credits: If its my cock filling you up, youd scream louder than that.

X-Devoted: So obedient. So perfect

You watched the tips climb, feeling a thrill at their desperation. "Is Daddy proud?" You asked, your voice a needy whine as you began to pump the dildo in and out of yourself. The lights reflected off the sweat that had begun to form on your skin, casting a glow around your body.

The chat was a blur of usernames and dollar signs, a testament to your power over these men. You felt a twinge of guilt, a tiny voice that whispered they didn't know the real you, that you were playing a role. But the rush of power was too great, the thrill of their desire too potent to resist.

You began to moan, the sound echoing through your headphones. The camera captured every inch of you, every bead of sweat, every gasp of pleasure. It was a dance of seduction, a performance honed over countless nights in front of the lens.

The chat was a furor of commands, each one more demanding than the last. But you were in control. You knew just how to play them, how to keep them on the edge of their seats. With each stroke, you felt their eyes on you, their thoughts wrapped around your body like a second skin.

"Oh, Daddy," you whimpered, the dildo moving faster now, the lights blurring together into a rainbow of ecstasy. "I'm so close." The chat exploded in a frenzy of tips once more, each one a declaration of war for your pleasure.

You felt yourself getting closer, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Your hand moved faster, the dildo a blur as it plunged into your pussy. Your other hand gripped the arm of the chair, knuckles white with the effort of holding back. Its creak was a silent protest against the relentless pace of the dildo, creating a lewd harmony along with the squelching of your pussy around the glowing, bumpy, glass phallus.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum," you whispered, your voice shaking with need. The chat was a sea of fire emojis, a digital inferno of desire. You could almost feel their eyes on you, their hands moving in time with yours, imagining it was their cocks that filled you so completely.

The lights grew brighter, pulsing in time with your heartbeat. It was as if the room was alive, a living entity that feasted on your pleasure. Your walls tightened around the dildo, a silent plea for more, for harder, for deeper. The glass felt like fire in your hand, a tool of your own making that you wielded with expert precision.

Mr.WhiteCoat: Yes, baby, keep going. You’re on the 496th pump and counting.

C.Pilot: that’s it slut. give it to me.

R.tist!c tipped 1500 credits: youd be more beautiful painted with my cum

Syl.Draconia tipped 300 credits: Youre so pretty when youre full of me.

X-Devoted tipped 500 credits: Ure perfect… my little whore

You threw your head back, your mouth open in a silent scream. The chat was a blur of lewd comments and demands, a symphony of desire that seemed to crescendo with every stroke. You felt their eyes on you, their hunger a palpable force that pushed you closer to the edge. The room was spinning, the lights a kaleidoscope of pleasure that painted the walls of your reality.

Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, crashing over you with the force of a thousand suns. You screamed into the microphone, the sound echoing through the room. The camera captured every twitch of your body, every spasm of pleasure that racked your frame. The chat exploded in a cacophony of tips and messages, each one a declaration of victory.

Mr.WhiteCoat: Beautiful, PixelBunny. Drink water to hydrate.

C.Pilot: I’d breed that little cunt like the bunny you are.

R.tist!c: fuck youre an artwork

Syl.Draconia: Good girl.

X-Devoted tipped 750 credits: Look how swollen your clit is

As the wave of pleasure receded, you slumped in the chair, panting heavily. Your body was a wreck, a plaything used and discarded. But there was no regret, only satisfaction. You had done your job, played your role to perfection. The tips kept rolling in, a testament to your power, to your ability to manipulate and control.

Mr.WhiteCoat: That was exquisite, PixelBunny. You pumped twenty-three times more tonight than the last stream.

C.Pilot tipped 2000 credits: you're so fucking perfect, you’re gonna make me cum on my keyboard.

R.tist!c: i want to capture that moment forever

Syl.Draconia: You never disappoint pet.

X-Devoted: Such a good little bunny letting us watch

You took a moment to catch your breath, the sweat cooling on your skin as you surveyed the chat. The room was bathed in the glow of the pastel lights, a soft symphony of colors that seemed to pulse with the aftermath of your climax. The usernames swirled like a kaleidoscope, each one a reminder of the men who had claimed a piece of you.

Mr.WhiteCoat: Take off the g-string. Let us see you completely bare.

C.Pilot: you’re so responsive baby. I bet you’d scream if I was the one fucking you.

R.tist!c: i wish i could paint the way you look right now because your pussy is an art form

Syl.Draconia: Youre so open, so inviting. It makes me want to take you right here, right now.

X-Devoted: Good girl. Show me whats mine

With trembling hands, you slowly pulled the g-string to the side, fingers gliding to spread your swollen labia—exposing your clit to the cool air. The chat erupted in a symphony of desire, a crescendo of tips that sang your praises. You felt a thrill, a dark pleasure in knowing you had them all at your mercy.

Mr.WhiteCoat: Perfect. Just like that.

C.Pilot: so wet, so needy. who’s going to fill you up next?

R.tist!c: thats the look of a well-fucked muse

Syl.Draconia: Your pussy is begging for it.

X-Devoted: Remember, ure mine

You began to toy with yourself again, the dildo forgotten on the floor. Your hand moved with a newfound confidence, a silent challenge to the men watching you. You knew they were all thinking of themselves, of how they'd make you scream if they had the chance. But you were the one in control here, the one pulling the strings of their desires.

Mr.WhiteCoat: I want to see those breasts bounce, PixelBunny.

C.Pilot: play with those perfect tits.

R.tist!c: the way your titties jiggle is like watching a masterpiece come to life

Syl.Draconia: Show us your tits slut.

X-Devoted: Only for me my greedy little bunny

You leaned forward, your tits spilling out of the lingerie. Your nipples were hard peaks, begging for attention. You pinched them lightly, watching the chat for their reactions. The messages grew more frantic, a silent battle for your focus.

Mr.WhiteCoat tipped 300 credits: You’re shaking, PixelBunny. Just relax.

C.Pilot: pinch them harder, make them beg for mercy.

R.tist!c: oh baby thats the picture id sell for a fortune

Syl.Draconia: I want to feel those nipples between my teeth.

X-Devoted: Ure such a good slut for me

The room was a whirlwind of lewdness, a tornado of desire that you were at the center of. You felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, knowing that any of these men could be watching you from the shadows of your real life, and could be closer than you ever imagined.

Mr.WhiteCoat: Make yourself come again, PixelBunny. Show us how many times you can come tonight.

C.Pilot: I want to see you squirt for me baby.

R.tist!c: youre like a living, breathing fantasy

Syl.Draconia: Imagine its my tongue on you licking you clean while you squirt.

X-Devoted: Ure going to come for me arent you?

With a shiver, you focused on the task at hand. You began to rub your clit in slow circles, the sensation sending shockwaves through your overstimulated body. Your nipples tightened further as you pinched and twisted them, the pain adding a delicious edge to the pleasure.

Mr.WhiteCoat: Faster, Bunny. Make it count.

C.Pilot: so pretty when you're desperate.

R.tist!c: i want your juices mixed with paint

Syl.Draconia: So close bunny. Give us what we want.

X-Devoted: Be careful not to fall on the floor

The second orgasm built slowly, a crescendo of pleasure that you couldn't ignore. Each touch of your fingers was a declaration of war, a battle for dominance that you were determined to win. The chat was a blur of praises and commands, but you were in control. This was your show, your performance, your moment of power.

Mr.WhiteCoat: Yes, baby. Just like that.

C.Pilot: I can almost taste you Bunny.

R.tist!c: your body is a masterpiece

Syl.Draconia: Soon youll be screaming for me.

X-Devoted: Ure mine to use little slut

With a final, desperate push, you came, your body arching off the chair as your juices arced in the air—subsequently soiling your chair and the floor. The camera captured every twitch, every shiver of pleasure. The chat exploded in a flurry of tips, each one a declaration of victory. You panted, your chest heaving as you watched the numbers climb, the power of your own sexuality laid bare before you.

Mr.WhiteCoat: Beautiful, baby. Simply breathtaking.

C.Pilot: that was so fucking hot. you're incredible

R.tist!c: the way you come is like watching the universe unfold

Syl.Draconia tipped 1500 credits: Thats my slut. Ill give you a taste of my cock soon.

X-Devoted: Good girl

As the waves of pleasure receded, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. These men didn't just want to watch you; they wanted to own you. The thought sent a thrill down your spine, a mix of fear and excitement that you couldn't quite place.

You knew you had to keep them at bay, keep your real life separate from this digital playground. But as the tips continued to flow and the chat demanded more, you couldn't help but wonder if the line had already been crossed.

If they had already claimed a part of you that you couldn't take back.

— ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ —

You overslept.

The kind of oversleep that left mascara smudged in the corner of your eyes and thigh-high sock marks ghosting along your skin. Your alarm had gone off four times—each one silenced by a sleepy, swollen hand that still smells faintly of coconut oil and shame.

You’re not sore exactly. You're ruined.

Tender. Overfilled. Buzzing like your favorite toy never turned off. Your vibrator still under the pillow—taunting you like the whore you were last night. Your apartment smelled like artificial strawberries, lube, and desperation.

And your phone? Oh, bunny.

47 unread messages.

Syl.Draconia: Your audio peaked at 2:14:37. I liked that sound.

Mr. WhiteCoat: You should ice your thighs today. Hydration report pending.

X-Devoted: Still think about how u moaned my name last. Be good today

C.Pilot: saved the vod. watching it again before my morning meeting.

R.tist!c: i want to paint you mid-climax ill need the raw footage

You deleted none of them.

Your thighs stuck together as you rolled onto your side, squinting at the soft morning light bleeding through cheap blinds.

7:48 AM. Your café shift started at 7:00.

You groaned, dragging yourself out of bed. Your bunny headset laid discarded on the floor like a casualty, tangled with the cord of the bullet toy that made you scream so loud you had to bite the pillow. The heart-shaped toy from last night was still blinking faintly on the nightstand—taunting you. Judging you.

You’re still wearing the cropped cardigan. Nothing underneath. Just a smear of dried gloss on the collar and a suspicious hickey where your neck met the webcam’s frame.

— ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ —

You yanked on your barista apron with the grace of a drunken octopus, hair still smelling like body spray and cum-adjacent perfume, cheeks flushed with residual shame. The “CUP O' SUNSHINE!” logo stared at you like a passive-aggressive middle finger. A wrinkled pair of jeans hugged your thighs fine—inside out. No time to fix it. No bra.

Your thighs sticked slightly as you walked, the aftermath of being toyed open for hours, edged to oblivion and backed by faceless men who knew the sound of your moans better than your coworkers knew your name.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket with unread messages. The same five names.

X-Devoted: Did u eat yet baby?

Mr. WhiteCoat: You should’ve hydrated more. You lost a lot of fluids.

C.Pilot: when’s your break? I’ll call you.

R.tist!c: sketching the way your thighs shook

Syl.Draconia: You looked perfect on your knees.

You groaned and shoved it in your boring, beige, canvas tote bag.

Outside, the bus screeched past your stop without a single care for your state of existential hangover. You missed it by six goddamn seconds.

"Fuck you, rush hour,” you panted, trying to speed-walk without waddling. Your thighs screamed. Your lower back protested. You're ninety percent sure there was still some faux hickey ink blooming under your collarbone in the shape of a painted thumbprint.

Then the subway ride was hell. You shifted on the plastic seat with a soft hiss, cursing your post-stream sensitivity. The train lurched and your sore cunt clenched involuntarily. You could only bite your lip and pray no one noticed your discomfort.

When you clocked in, the coffee shop was already packed. You're over an hour late and reeking of vanilla lotion and unsanctioned orgasms.

Your workplace was aggressively normal. Neutral-toned hell. A cozy café chain squashed between a vape shop and a dentist’s office. The fluorescent lights buzzed like judging aunts. The espresso machine wheezed like a dying horse.

“Nice of you to join us,” your manager—Lysander—muttered, tossing you a stained dish towel and a name tag that read PIXEL. You didn’t bother to correct him. You were too busy hiding the fact that you forgot underwear.

You forced a smile. The same one you used on camera. “Sorry! Long night.”

As you staggered toward the counter, last night kept crashing back in wet waves.

After the ‘normal stream’—you on all fours, bouncing on a glass dildo while holding a printed-out chatlog to your chest like a script from hell.

“I-I’m gonna come again if you keep saying that, please—please don’t make me—!”

And them—ULTRA VIP chat exploding, all five usernames watching you fall apart like a perfectly wound toy snapping loose.

Syl.Draconia: Youre not allowed to finish until I say so.

X-Devoted: Slower. Hold eye contact. Now beg

Mr. WhiteCoat: Apply pressure to your clit. Precisely three fingers. That’s right.

C.Pilot: fuck, you’re gonna make me blow in my headset.

R.tist!c: cry for me, let me paint it from memory

You had collapsed into a moaning mess while the private chat was filled with tips, voice notes and possessive claims. You came so hard you nearly dislocated your mic stand.

And now here you were—Pixel Bunny’s shadow, stripped of pastel lights, lace, and fake moans. Fresh graduate, still buried in student debts, living alone, half-fucked out, and working the register for caffeine-deprived Karens and stoners.

Taking someone’s half-skim oat milk latte with a fake smile and shaky hands, your body still twitching with phantom overstimulation, your panties still sitting in a tipped-over laundry basket, and your cunt still slick from ghosts of last night’s sins.

You slapped a paper cup onto the counter like a half-dead soldier. Your bones ached. Your legs felt like overcooked noodles. You were seconds away from collapsing into the espresso grounds when you heard it:

“Medium latte. One pump vanilla.”

You didn’t look up at first. You were too busy auto-piloting through your camgirl trauma, but something about the voice made you pause.

It’s… calm and smooth. Measured.

You glanced up and your breath caught mid-exhale.

He was tall. Easily six feet. Fair-skinned and silver-haired, the kind of anime-protagonist-just-transferred-to-your-school handsome that would normally make you roll your eyes. His white sweater looked soft, expensive, the kind of thing someone would wear just to make you think about how good it would feel brushing against your thighs. His pants were dark, tailored. Hands tucked casually into the pockets.

And his eyes. Blue. Not icy—glacial.

Like he sees straight through you, and hasn’t decided if you’re prey… or his.

You swallowed. “N-name for the order?”

His head tilted slightly as he studied you for a second, gaze lingering for a beat on the upside-down nametag stuck above your chest.

“…Xavier.”

Your hand trembled around the Sharpie. You barely managed to scrawl the name on the cup, your brain already conjuring the worst possibilities.

X-Devoted. No. No. It’s just a common name. It’s fine. You’re fine, you’re just sleep-deprived and overstimulated.

You slid the cup toward the espresso machine and forced your voice steady. “It’ll be right up. Um. X-Xavier.”

His lips twitched. Not a smile. Just a flicker—barely there.

“Thank you,” he said, quietly.

Xavier turned to wait at the other end of the counter, hands still in his pockets. Posture straight. Like he was listening.

You sneaked one more glance as you started the order. He was staring at the pastries now. Or the board. Or maybe the reflection in the glass. You couldn’t tell.

But the prickle on the back of your neck said: be careful.

[luciferism]

●○● Daggers & Kisses ●○●

Chapter II: Gilded Cage, Velvet Drapes

"You're going to be the talk of the party, my sweet," he whispered. "My little toy, coming for me in the middle of it all."

♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡ Pairing: Sylus x AFAB!Reader

♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡ Chapter Summary:

You thought you'd finally steal your freedom. Slip past Onychinus eyes, vanish into the dark with nothing but bruises and regrets. Instead, Sylus drags you right back to his suite—his playground, his stage—and dresses you like a doll in the aftermath of your defiance. Dress. High heels. Choker. Makeup. A mask to hide your shame.

But the masquerade isn’t for appearances. It’s a battlefield. And when he pins you to his lap in a velvet booth, whispering filth and threats against your throat while his hands work beneath the table... you realize the real trap isn’t the ship.

It’s him.

♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡ Tags: 18+, eventual smut, shameless smut, slowburn, explicit sexual language, explicit sexual scene, enemies to lovers, dubious consent, dubcon touching, public blow jobs, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, masturbation, light bdsm, squirting, vaginal fingering, penis in vagina sex, creampie, canon divergence au, porn with feelings, porn with plot, original characters added for the plot, ooc?

♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡ Word Count: 12.4K

📌 Chapter I: Daggers & Kisses

MASTERLIST ☆ AO3

🫶 user tags: @mcdepressed290

The suite was too quiet.

No breath, no voice, no mocking purr in your ear—just the low thrum of the cruise ship engines beneath the floor, and the slow creak of your own limbs as you stirred awake.

The first thing you saw was the ceiling—vaulted, baroque, gilded with gold leaf and arrogance. You blinked, disoriented. Not from sleep. From him.

It wasn't just soreness between your legs or the faint bruises on your hips that told the story—it was the thick, maddening fog still clinging to your bones. Like your body hadn’t figured out yet that he was gone. That Sylus had finished what he started and slipped away like a wraith.

The metal was gone now, the cold bite of the cuffs replaced by the raw heat of skin rubbed raw. Just the ghost of sensation still clinging to your wrists, sore and tender, skin kissed raw by steel. You flexed your fingers on instinct. The ache was dull and deep. Proof that last night had not been a fever dream.

You could still feel the imprint of Sylus’ hands on your hips, your throat, your thighs. The bruises he’d left on your body felt like signatures. Your body felt used, conquered in ways you never thought you’d allow. And yet, he had found a way. Sylus hadn’t just crossed your boundaries; he’d wrapped them in silk and set them ablaze.

You blinked against the low amber glow filtering through silk curtains—soft light, too soft. The kind of gentle ambiance designed for decadence, not danger. But danger still lingered in the bones of the room. In the ghost of heat etched into the sheets.

A deep breath filled your lungs with the scent of sandalwood, citrus peel, and smoke. Him. It still lingered here, haunting the very walls of this suite. You sat up slowly, body protesting with every sore, bruised muscle. Someone had redressed you—if redressed could be the right word for the obscene luxury that now clung to your frame. The loungewear was scandalously soft, expensive in a way that felt insulting.

That’s when you realized—he’d changed you. Your uniform was gone, no trace of the weapon-laced disguise you’d entered the gala in. You hadn't owned a single thing this delicate in your entire life.

A robe. Silk. Deep red, with black piping at the seams and embroidery that coiled like thorny vines at the cuffs. It fit too well.

He had undressed you. Cleaned you. Chosen your clothes. Sylus had played house with your unconscious body after—

A chill crept down your spine, settling between your shoulder blades. Your lips parted, but no sound came out. A scream, maybe, caught in your throat. Your thoughts were mud, swirling with flickers of what happened before sleep claimed you—or he did.

You remembered the blindfold. The heat. The shameful whimpers that escaped your mouth. The way you bit him hard enough to taste blood. And how he moaned, like that had only made him harder.

Your reflection caught in a gilded mirror on the wall—you barely recognized yourself. Hair a tangle of chaos. Lips bruised and still parted like they’d forgotten how to close. Your neck bore the remnants of his mouth—red marks like scattered embers against your skin. A flush still dusting your skin as though your body hadn’t figured out the war was over. But was it? Or had he simply changed the battlefield?

You flung the sheets back in fury, storming across the room like a feral thing, bare feet slapping against cold marble. The suite was decadence incarnate—onyx counters, velvet lounges, gold-leafed sconces, a chandelier shaped like a bleeding heart, a marble bar stocked with liquors aged beyond your lifetime. Every inch of the place screamed excess. Power. Control.

It was the kind of place that masked sins behind silk and shadow. A tray on the nightstand held water, a neatly folded towel, a pill bottle—painkillers.

You scoffed. Thoughtful bastard.

You moved like a ghost across it, desperate for signs, for a clue, for him. But he was gone. Except for what he left behind.

A single red camellia.

It lay on the onyx vanity table, cruelly vivid against the monochrome elegance, laid like a lover’s gift. Beneath it, a card. Simple. Ivory paper.

His handwriting was as sharp as his smile. You knew enough about Sylus to understand he didn’t do anything by accident. Everything was a message. A maneuver.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you reached for the note tucked beneath it, paper thick and scented faintly of spice and smoke.

"I liked the way you screamed my name. Let’s do it again sometime.

– S."

You stared. The flower. The handwriting. The smug cruelty of it all.

Something inside you snapped.

“Piece of shit!” You snatched the camellia and hurled it across the room. It hit the wall with a soft thud, too gentle to satisfy your rage. The note, however, you didn’t burn. You should’ve. You wanted to. But instead… you folded it back up, slower this time.

That son of a bitch. He hadn’t even bothered to stick around. Not that you expected him to. But the note—the flower—they weren’t just a taunt. They were a claim. A signature.

Your instincts screamed for blood. For vengeance. He humiliated you. Touched you like he owned you. Turned you inside out and left your body singing his name like a curse. You should be planning your escape. Plotting your retaliation. And you would.

But…

Gods, your skin still remembered his hands.

You hated this.

You hated how your body still pulsed with his touch, how the echo of his voice still whispered behind your ear. That smug, sultry rasp. The way he’d broken you open not with pain, but with pleasure. Your lips still tingled from his kiss—cruel, commanding, devastating.

You clenched your fists, pacing the room like a beast. Your blood simmered, too hot to hold. Anger. Shame. Need. Everything tangled beneath your skin, each breath scraping your lungs raw. You wanted to scream. To vomit. To run.

But you couldn’t run from your own mind. From the memory of him—his hands, his mouth, the way he spoke and moaned your name like it was a promise and a curse.

You wanted to claw him from your skin.

And worse than the humiliation, worse than the bruised pride and aching body, was the sharp, unwanted throb between your legs.

A part of you wanted him to do it again.

Your knees gave out, and you sank onto the arm of a velvet chair, breathing hard. You stared at the far wall, where the camellia lay discarded on the floor like a crime scene.

He hadn’t broken you. But because you let him.

Even if it was just for a moment.

You pressed your palms against the cold floor, breathing hard.

This wasn’t just about lust or vengeance anymore. Not even about the mission. Sylus had turned the game into something else—twisted the rules, pulled you into a dance where you weren’t sure who was chasing who anymore.

Your instincts screamed at you to run. But beneath that, buried under layers of discipline and shame, something darker stirred.

Because damn him, Sylus had shown you something—something terrifying. He hadn’t just wanted your body. He’d wanted your obedience. Your fire. Your fight. And he’d taken it, kissed it, licked it from your mouth like honey.

You closed your eyes.

This wasn’t over.

It never was, with Sylus.

— ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ —

You didn’t plan to stay in the suite. Sylus’ suite.

You couldn’t.

The walls, for all their gold-gilded opulence, pressed in like padded restraints. Every cushion whispered his name. Every breath of perfumed air was still laced with him. The echo of his voice clung to the curtains like smoke.

When the door slid open with an obedient sigh, the hallway beyond was empty. Silent. No guards. No chains. But not unwatched. You could feel it—eyes, hidden, focused. A pulse of surveillance behind the mirrors. Pressure just beneath your skin.

You moved forward anyway.

The corridor stretched long and decadent, bathed in amber lighting and lined with extravagant paintings—obscene depictions of mythology, rewritten with lust and violence. Venus with blood on her mouth. Eros pinning a mortal down. You wondered, absently, which one Sylus imagined himself as. Or which one he wanted you to be. Even the climate control felt calculated, like someone somewhere was adjusting the temperature based on how much they wanted you to squirm.

The slippers you’d been left made no sound on the carpet, but your skin prickled, sensitive to every shift of air. The loungewear Sylus had chosen moved like a whisper with each step, and you hated how it made you feel—vulnerable.

Marked. On display. As if he had intended not to leave clothes for you to wear except the scandalous piece of silk that lazily clung to your body.

The cruise ship was a floating palace—casino floors, spiral staircases, chandeliers that sparkled like frozen tears. Beautiful. Expensive. Insidious. The air smelled of perfume and politics. And all of it felt wrong

A bar shaped like a serpent’s mouth glowed in the distance, fangs glittering with crystal. Guests floated through the lounge like smoke—high society scum dressed in thousand-dollar silk and secrets. You drew curious glances. More than one man looked twice. A man with eyes like knives offered you a drink without asking your name. His smile didn’t reach her eyes.

You didn’t take it.

Instead, you followed the curve of the atrium, past chandeliers that resembled dripping black honey and a grand piano being played by a man whose knuckles bore old burn scars.

Then you met the first of them.

She stood near the grand staircase, leaning against a polished railing like she owned the entire damn ship. Blonde. Fair-skinned. Diamond smile. Like a glorified ‘femme fatale’ Barbie doll. Her satin dress accentuated her curvaceous form, her heels were lethal and burgundy as the dress, and her eyes—glacier blue and utterly disinterested—moved over you like you were a curiosity.

Or a gift.

“You must be the birthday favor,” she said, her voice as smooth as poisoned wine. “Sylus always had a taste for the wild ones.”

Your gaze barely lingered for a second at the woman as you kept walking. Didn’t answer.

“Oh, don’t be shy,” she called after you. “He’s very possessive of things he’s touched. And darling—you’ve been touched.”

That made you stop, your jaw clenched so hard your teeth throbbed.

She stepped into the elevator, vanishing behind mirrored doors with a wink.

You exhaled only when the doors shut. But there was no time to catch your breath—because as you moved forward, the ship opened before you like a labyrinth.

Gambling lounges glittering with sin. Ballrooms filled with people too beautiful and too still. And always, always the eyes. They watched from behind fans. From behind champagne flutes. From the poker tables and piano benches. Some smiled. Some sneered. Some licked their lips as if tasting the rumors wrapped around you.

You were a legend now. His. They didn’t know what had happened—but they knew enough. Sylus never let anything close unless he intended to keep it—or kill it.

There was a man standing by the bar. Tall, sharp-eyed, gold cufflinks glinting like talons. His white-blond hair was slicked back, smile cold and precise. A scar kissed the edge of his jaw like a lover. He raised his glass to you as you approached, as if expecting you.

“Nice view,” he said.

You didn’t stop walking, and he followed.

“Andros,” he said casually, swirling something dark and expensive in his glass. “Asset recovery. I clean up Sylus’ messes. Though lately…” His eyes dipped, dragging slowly down your body, lingering particularly on the red marks Sylus had left on your neck. “He seems more inclined to keep them with the twins.”

You turned your head slightly. “You always open conversations with veiled threats and innuendos?”

His grin widened. “Only with people who look like they bite.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. You’d already marked the knife tucked beneath his jacket, the way his fingers never strayed far from it.

“Careful, darling,” Andros added, sipping his drink. “You’re walking on silk sheets over broken glass. One wrong step and it’s blood on the floor.”

You leaned in just slightly, voice velvet and venom. “Tell Sylus if he wants round two, he’ll need more than handcuffs and poetry.”

Andros only chuckled. “I don’t relay messages to kings. But I do watch the pawns squirm.”

You scoffed. “So you’re no more than just a spineless, glorified dog who only barks when allowed then.”

You left him there, but not before noticing a comm in his ear—and the red light that blinked once as you walked away. You wanted to hit him. You wanted to laugh. You wanted to run.

But your body did none of those things. Instead, it coiled tighter. Not fear, just calculation. You were still a hunter—even in a trap. Eyes followed you as you left, shadows creeping at the edges of the corridor like they were closing in. And still… no alarms. No guards. Just confrontations veiled as greetings. Just the illusion of freedom.

Did everyone know about you already? It was Sylus’ doing, you knew it. The thought only irked you more that your footsteps hastened as you turned to another corner of the casino. But, as expected, there was another fool enough to exacerbate your already bubbling temper.

She sat in a crescent-shaped booth, legs crossed in an indulgent pose. Ink-black hair, sapphire lips, a cigarette burning between fingers tipped with chrome rings. She looked up as you passed, eyes sharp enough to peel back skin.

“Don’t bother with the escape pods,” she said, voice like chilled wine. “He had them rerouted two days ago.”

You froze, and her smile widened.

“Lieutenant Veska. Internal intel. I would like to know what toys Sylus brings on board.”

You turned to face her fully, spine stiff. “I’m not a toy.”

“No,” Veska said slowly, drawing out the word like a purr. “You’re something he built from scratch. Fire, hunger, and oh…” She tilted her head. “A very stubborn little hunter—or a prey.”

Your hand itched toward your thigh, but she merely raised a brow.

“Go ahead,” she said. “See what happens.”

What if you would just set the whole cruise ship on fire? You wanted to, so much, but it would not guarantee Sylus’ death. So you didn’t move. And neither did she.

Checkmate.

The air between you was thick with tension. Power games and memory and the echo of hands you couldn’t forget. Then Veska leaned back and exhaled smoke in a soft spiral.

“He’ll call for you again,” she said. “He always does.”

You had no choice but to turn and walk away. Hands itching to gouge someone’s eyes out, face contorting in a barely concealed fury.

Every encounter was like that. Cloaked threats with flirtation like poison sugar. Onychinus lieutenants who offered compliments dipped in venom. Even the servers stared too long. Even the walls felt like they were breathing with eyes. You realized soon: they weren’t just letting you wander. They were parading you.

You stopped near a gilded elevator, catching your reflection in the mirrored doors. God, you looked like one of them—silk and bruises, seduced and broken. But your eyes were still yours. Sharp. Cunning.

Then—

A whisper. Not in your ear, but through a hidden speaker overhead.

“Keep walking, sweetheart. I like the view from here.”

Your stomach dropped.

Sylus.

You turned sharply, scanning the corridor, the air, the nothing—but he wasn’t there. Just your reflection smirking back at you. Your pulse stuttered in betrayal.

How long had he been watching?

The question wasn’t if. It was where. How close. And how fast you’d go running to find him.

“Go to hell, Sylus!” You bellowed, slamming your fingers on the elevator buttons. “Come out and face me, you fucking bastard! I swear I’d rip your balls—”

Your words cut off by his villainous laugh—sonorous and mocking—which only fueled your rage. Breathing deep through your nostrils, you dragged a hand on your face. But it wasn’t enough to regain composure when his voice still rumbled from the damned speaker.

Your voice cracked like thunder. “Fuck!”

No one would say it, but it was clear: you were still on a leash. A long one, maybe. Velvet-wrapped and gold-plated.

But a leash all the same.

— ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ —

You’d made it to the cargo level.

Somehow.

Past flirtations dressed as threats, past the gilded corridors and glass smiles, past a distracted steward whose swipe card had been too easy to snatch. The elevator had carried you down, humming like a lullaby. No one stopped you. No one chased you.

The soles of your slippers hit steel now instead of velvet, the hum of luxury above replaced by the mechanical groan of engines and industrial air. The kind of place where secrets were stored. Or discarded.

You kept close to the walls, adrenaline a bitter note at the back of your throat. One hand gripped the stolen card. The other still bore the faint red ghost of Sylus’ cuff.

The plan was simple: be calm, be rational, and escape. You could leap overboard if needed. Swim. Steal a lifeboat. Bite someone. Hell, bite Sylus if he showed his smug face again.

Now the back hatch doors leading to the staff-only exit sliding open without protest. No alarms. No guards. Just a yawning corridor slick with shadows and lined with storage crates. Like the ship wanted to let you go.

You didn’t trust it. But you took it.

Your footsteps were feather-quiet against the metal floor, adrenaline sharp in your veins. You moved like the ghost they thought they’d made you into—silent, invisible, deadly. Somewhere deep in your gut, you knew this wasn’t supposed to be this easy. But the thought of Sylus—smirking behind a screen, waiting to see if you’d run or beg—pushed you forward.

The dock was closed. You could hear the rumble of a smaller transport vessel tethered to the belly of the cruise ship. You moved faster, weaving through supply racks, every nerve on edge.

The passage yawned ahead—dim, narrow, sterile. The scent of engine oil and salt air replaced rosewood and cologne. You reached the final steel door, fingers trembling as they hovered above the manual override.

And then—

“Leaving so soon?”

You froze. The voice didn’t belong to Sylus. It was another guard—one you remembered from earlier as you ‘explored’ the ship. Tall, toned physique and face hidden behind a crow mask.

You turned slow. “Move.”

He did. Sideways. Like he was granting you a gift. His hands up in mock surrender, you could sense his grin practically dripping onto the floor.

“I didn’t see a thing,” he purred, stepping aside with exaggerated deference. “Have fun running.”

Your gut twisted as you graced him another glance. It was bait, but you didn’t care.

You slammed your hand on the override and stepped through—

Straight into him.

He was waiting.

Not by accident. Not by coincidence. Like he knew the exact rhythm of your breath, the exact second your defiance would boil into escape. He stood with his back to the ocean, wind teasing his dark coat, hair tousled by salt-laced air.

Sylus' smirk was slow, gazing down at you like a predator cornering its prey. Almost as if he didn’t need to plan it all. It was just, at least for him, you were predictable.

Your body jolted, instinctively stepping back—but you didn't get far. His hand shot out, catching your wrist like a striking viper. Your body slammed against his, chest to chest, breath tangled with his. His grip was tight—too tight—and your sore skin protested, but Sylus didn’t flinch. His other hand slid to your waist, possessive, slow.

“I see you’ve been exploring,” he murmured, dragging you closer with your own body like a leash. His hands were warm. Too warm. “But you really thought I’d let you leave without saying goodbye?”

You kicked. He sidestepped easily, fluid as ever.

“No?” Sylus asked, cocking his head, lips brushing against your temple. “Not even a thank you for the outfit?”

You could smell the lingering scent of smoke from him, mixed with the familiar cologne and his musk. “Let go of me, you bastard.”

“Oh, I intend to. Eventually.” His fingers tightened around your wrist, just shy of bruising. “But you looked so eager sneaking around. I just had to see where you were going.”

You twisted, snarled, but he pinned you against the corridor wall with his body—a press of power and tailored silk and unbearable heat. A muffled thud echoed from the impact, followed by a gasp that slipped from your lips.

“You really don’t learn, do you?”

You snarled, “You left the door unlocked.”

“I did,” he said, almost fondly. “Wanted to see where the little hunter would run to after she got fucked like prey.”

Your hand shot up from his grip to slap him. He caught your wrist again—now both held in his grasp, pinned to the wall above your head like an offering.

His breath grazed your cheek. His body leaned in close, heat radiating from every inch. “You’re shaking,” he whispered. “Is that rage... or anticipation?”

You turned your face away, your breasts heaved beneath the silk robe as shallow breaths pumped through your lungs. But Sylus followed, lips ghosting over the curve of your jaw, featherlight and maddening.

“Are you really trying to escape me on my property?” he murmured, voice like black velvet over a blade. “Sweetheart, I built this ship.”

Your gaze flew at his smug features. “I’ll jump.”

His brows rose. “Will you now?”

He glanced toward the open horizon. The nearby tender boat swayed with the waves that caressed the small dock as if beckoning you to escape. Wind whipped your hair, the salt tang of the sea crashing in like a wave of truth. His smirk deepened.

Then, with a slow kiss on your forehead, he let go. You staggered back like the air had left the room with him.

Sylus smiled like a god who knew your prayers by heart. “Do it,” he said. “Go on.”

You did nothing but stared at him, shaking with rage. Even if you did leave now with the tender, you knew that you wouldn’t survive in the middle of the ocean with no food and fuel.

With a last ditch effort, you kicked at his shin. He didn’t even flinch this time. Instead, he chuckled, warm and cruel, and leaned in so close again his lips nearly brushed yours.

“Still fighting. Good.” His fingers slipped down to your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise. “I’d be bored if you didn’t.”

Then he dragged you away from the wall—literally dragged, his hand around your wrist like a vice, parading you backward through the shadows and into the light.

“Let’s go,” he said. “Party’s not over.”

Your heart thundered. Every step you took was a war between your mind and your body. Between hate and the echo of that searing night. And Sylus—he was soaking in every twitch, every tremor, like a predator reading your blood.

He didn’t say a word when he brought you back. Just guided you with that firm grip on your wrist, fingers searing through skin like ink soaking into paper. The suite door shut behind you with a heavy click, and only then did Sylus release you.

The single red camellia still bloomed on the floor—like it had been waiting for you to crawl back and pick it up.

But he didn’t leave you. No—he prowled around you like he was admiring his handiwork.

Your hair was a mess. That damnable loungewear now rumpled and clinging. The defiance in your eyes dulled by something darker. And he loved it. You could see it in the slow, indulgent way he peeled off his coat, eyes fixed on you like you were a puzzle piece he’d finally forced into place.

“I can’t have you wandering around my ship like a broken doll,” he said, opening a secured wardrobe with a flourish. “Let’s dress you up. Something fitting.”

Sylus’ gaze flickered over you, appraising, as you stood in the middle of the luxurious room. He didn’t speak for a moment, just took a few steps toward you, his presence like a storm that didn’t demand permission to roll through.

“You’ve earned the right to look... proper, don’t you think?” His words sliced through the thick, oppressive silence, each syllable soaked with a dangerous allure.

You wanted to spit in his face. Wanted to tell him to go to hell. But you couldn’t move. Not yet. He had you in his grip, and he knew it. He moved past you without a word, gliding toward an obsidian wardrobe you hadn’t noticed before. He opened it like a stage curtain, revealing a neatly arranged collection of dresses, corsets, heels, chokers, makeup, even a drawer of glittering masks.

Your breath caught.

“Pick one,” he said over his shoulder. “You’ll need to look… prettier.”

You didn’t move. “I’m not your doll.”

He turned to you, slowly. His gaze dragged over your frame—still in the silk loungewear, your bruised neck only partially hidden by shadows. His voice was velvet-draped poison. “You’re not just my doll. You’re also the entertainment.”

You hissed under your breath, turning toward the wardrobe. Inside, your eyes caught a gown—if you could call it that—waited like a trap dressed in midnight silk. Thigh-high slits. Neckline plunging. Mask included. It was beautiful in a way that made your bones ache.

And beside it? Heels. Choker. Lipstick the color of a wound.

A war raged in your chest. Every part of you screamed to rip it to shreds, but your body—betrayed by something you couldn’t quite name—moved to obey. You stripped, every inch of your exposed skin flashing a reminder of what had transpired only hours ago. The marks he’d left on you still burned, a cruel reminder of your entrapment. Your wrists were still sore, red from where his hands had held you captive, but you didn’t dare show weakness.

As you stood there naked, Sylus lounged on the edge of the bed, his legs spread in an almost predatory stance. One hand found its way to the bulge in his tailored pants, stroking it lazily as if you weren’t even there—as if you weren’t his prize trophy. He watched you with hooded eyes, the other hand playing with a cufflink, the clink of metal a metronome to the rhythm of his strokes. Your eyes were drawn to the movement, a silent command to mimic his actions.

You reached into the wardrobe, your hand brushing over the velvet-soft fabrics, until your fingers found the cool silk of the gown that caught your eye. As you pulled it out, you had to bend over slightly, giving him a full view of your backside, the cleft of your ass on display. The fabric whispered against your skin as it slithered over your curves, revealing the pink, sensitive flesh of your pussy, already damp from his mere presence.

Sylus’ hand paused mid-stroke as he opened his trousers, revealing a cock that was already standing at half-mast, thick and veiny. A smug smile curled on his lips. “You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” he murmured, his eyes raking over your body.

“No,” you lied, your voice strained, trying to keep your trembling under control. “I’m just getting dressed.”

You picked out a set of lingerie—black and lacy, a stark contrast to the gown’s midnight hue. It was the kind of underwear that screamed for attention, leaving nothing to the imagination. The thong barely covered your sex, the lace teasingly exposing your folds. The bra pushed your breasts up, creating an obscene amount of cleavage that was bound to draw stares.

Sylus’ eyes never left you as you put on the lingerie, his strokes on his cock becoming more deliberate, more demanding. His gaze was a brand on your skin, making you aware of every curve and angle that you had. You tried to ignore him, focusing on the task at hand, but his heavy breathing, the wet sounds of his palm gliding over his shaft, filled the air like a symphony of dominance.

“You look... delicious,” he said, his voice a low growl.

You ignored him, trying to focus on the task at hand. But before you could even attempt to slip into the dress, he stopped you.

“Not yet. First, your face. Do your makeup in that lace.” He gestured to the vanity, where an array of makeup and cosmetics sat gleaming under the soft lights.

Your hands trembled as you approached the mirror, the reflection of his erection looming in your periphery. The anticipation was thick, a palpable entity that coiled around your throat.

At the mirror, you dabbed concealer over the marks he’d left. Every brushstroke was an act of defiance. A silent declaration that you wouldn’t let him ruin this night for you. But as you painted your face with the mask of submission, the heat of his gaze was like a brand on your back, searing into your skin.

You picked up a tube of the crimson lipstick, the color a stark reminder of the marks he’d left on your neck, and applied it with shaky precision. Your eyes remained locked on the mirror, unable to look away from the silent challenge in his gaze.

With each stroke of the lipstick, his eyes darkened, the strokes of his hand on his cock growing more vigorous. He was feeling it, his thumb coming on to stroke the tip, smearing precum across the sensitive head. The sight was like a punch to your gut—desire and anger colliding in a fiery dance. You felt your own arousal building despite the fury raging within you.

“I should’ve left more marks,” he murmured. “It’s cute watching you cover them.”

You snapped the lipstick shut harder than necessary, chin tilted. “You’re obsessed.”

He grinned like a wolf. “Only with what’s mine.”

You felt his eyes on your every move—the way you slid the dress up, the way your breasts bobbed slightly with the motion, the way your legs looked in the heels. Each second stretched into an eternity, filled with the heavy tension of his desire and your contempt. The fabric whispered over your skin, a seductive promise of what lay beneath—his gift, his possession to flaunt.

The dress clung to you like a second skin, the slits exposing your thighs with every step. The choker felt like a collar, a constant reminder of your new status. You painted on a smile to match the mask you’d chosen—a thing of beauty, yet deceptive. The masquerade of your new role.

Sylus watched you with a smirk, hand now stroking his cock slower, his other hand playing with the silk tie around his neck. The sight made your stomach twist with a mix of anger and lust. You felt like a marionette, but there was a part of you that reveled in the raw power dynamics playing out before you.

You took a deep breath and flashed a smile at him, the dress whispering against the floor. "I'm ready," you said, your voice a challenge wrapped in a silk glove.

Sylus' strokes didn't falter, his eyes raking over you, a silent assessment that sent a shiver down your spine. "You look... edible," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He took a moment to appreciate the way the dress hugged your curves, the way your breasts sat behind the bra’s laces and threatened to spill out of the dress. "But not quite... obedient enough."

He rose from the bed with the grace of a panther, closing the distance between you with a predatory stride. Your breath caught in your throat as he stood behind you, his warm breath ghosting over the nape of your neck. His hand slid down your side, tracing the line of the dress, pausing at your hip, before he reached around to cup your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties. "Mmm, you're already wet," he said, his voice low and satisfied. "Good girl."

With a swift, almost imperceptible movement, he bent you over the vanity, your palms flat against the cool marble. The dress whispered as it was pushed aside, the hem hiking up to reveal your bare ass, the thong you wore doing little to protect your modesty. His hand was firm on your back, pressing you down, keeping you in place as he stepped closer, his erection pressing against your thigh.

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, his voice a velvet caress that made your skin crawl with anticipation. You did as you were told, the heels making it easier to balance, the silk of the dress pooling around your feet like a dark sea. His hand traveled down your back, the calloused pads of his fingers sending sparks of sensation through your skin as he traced the path down to your ass.

Sylus leaned in, his breath hot on your ear. “Now, let’s make sure you stay that way, shall we?” His hand slipped into your panties, his rough thumb stroking the slickness of your slit. You gritted your teeth, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape as he teased your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

“You like that, don’t you?” His voice was a purr, the kind that sent shivers down your spine. He knew exactly how to push your buttons—how to make you hate him and want him in the same breath.

With a wicked smile, Sylus reached around to grip his cock, rubbing the thick, velvety head against your clothed pussy. The fabric of your thong did little to protect you from the heat of his desire, and you could feel your body betraying you—desire unfurling like a dark bloom in your belly. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the whimper that was threatening to escape, but it was no use.

His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he began to grind against you, his strokes growing more demanding. The room was filled with the sounds of his breathing, the slickness of his palm on his shaft, the soft moans you couldn't quite suppress. The mirror reflected the scene back at you, your eyes wide and hazed with arousal, his hand working between your legs with a hunger that seemed to devour the very air around you.

And something, or rather someone, took you by surprise—Sylus. Gone was the damn smirk that coiled around his handsome features like an annoying imprint, replaced by an expression of pleasure. Crimson eyes shut and his lips parted as they brushed against the back of your earlobe. Hot breath wafting gently against your skin in every faint gasp that left his lungs. In a torturously slow pace, his pelvis grinding against your cheeks.

You tried to form a retort, to spit venom and reclaim some semblance of control, but the words stuck in your throat as his thumb found your clit. He rubbed it in slow, maddening circles, each pass sending shockwaves through your body. Your knees trembled, and you had to brace yourself against the vanity to keep from collapsing.

“Sylus, stop—” you managed to choke out, but your voice was a hoarse whisper, your body already singing a different tune.

He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing through the room. “You don’t get to say no tonight, love. Not unless you want to miss the party.” He leaned in closer, his breath a warm caress on your neck. “And we both know you wouldn’t miss this for the world, would you?”

You gritted your teeth, your body trembling with the effort to resist, but the pleasure was too much. His hand continued to work your clit, his thumb pressing harder, faster—along with the tantalizing glide of his cock against your drenched pussy—until you couldn’t hold back anymore. You felt yourself climbing towards the edge, the tension coiling in your belly like a spring wound too tightly.

Sylus, the bastard, knew it too. His grin in the mirror was triumphant, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched your struggle. His smug countenance was back. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on your neck, whispering, “That’s it. Give in to me. You know you want it.”

With a sudden, brutal yank, he tugged your thong away, the string of fabric slipping like the shreds of your pride. You gasped, your knees almost buckling, but his hand was there, a steel band around your waist, keeping you upright. The cool air hit your exposed pussy, and you felt a sudden, unwanted rush of arousal.

His cock nudged against your folds, the thickness of him sending a jolt of anticipation through your body. You clenched your teeth, trying to hold back the whimpers that begged to escape. But the way he looked at you, like you were the last piece of a puzzle he’d been working on for years, made your resolve waver. He began to rub the bulbous tip against your bare slickness, gave shallow thrusts of his girthy cock that painted your skin with his desire. The pressure grew with each stroke, building a crescendo of need that you couldn’t ignore.

And just as you felt the sweet release coil in your core, ready to burst like a dam breaking, he pulled away. Your body arched in protest, desperate for the relief that was so close. You gasped, panting, your eyes flying to the mirror to meet his. His smirk was pure evil, enjoying your torment like it was a fine wine.

Sylus stepped back with a devilish smirk. "Now, now," he chided playfully. "The party hasn’t even started yet."

You felt like a marionette whose strings had been cruelly jerked. Your body hummed with need, your clit throbbing and begging for release. You turned to face him, anger flushing your cheeks, but his smug expression didn’t waver.

He continued stroking himself, his eyes never leaving yours as you leaned backwards on the vanity table. Each pull of his hand on his shaft was a silent declaration of his power over you, a taunting reminder that he held your pleasure hostage. Your teeth dug into your lower lip, your eyes narrowing into slits. You wanted to scream, to fight back, but you knew it would only fuel his enjoyment.

The room was a cocoon of tension, the only sounds were the slick slide of his hand and the shallow pants that you couldn’t quite hide. The sight of him, so composed and in control, was a stark contrast to your own tumultuous emotions. His hand moved faster now, the muscles in his forearm flexing with each stroke. You could see the veins bulging, the precum glistening in the soft light.

And then, with a strangled groan, Sylus came, his cum arcing through the air to splatter against the vanity mirror and the makeup lying scattered on the table. It painted his hand in sticky white streaks, a visual representation of his claim on you. He didn’t bother to clean it off, the mess a silent declaration of his victory. The smug satisfaction on his face was almost too much to bear.

You watched in a mix of disgust and fascination as he took a moment to catch his breath, his hand still wrapped around his cock. The semen on the mirror reflected the lights, a perverse piece of art in the pristine room. The dress, the makeup, the whole setup—it was all for his sick amusement.

Sylus took a step closer once more, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "You're a mess now," he murmured, reaching out to smear a thumb through the cum on the vanity. He brought it to your face, tracing the sticky path along your bottom lip. "But you'll clean up nicely."

You couldn’t help but lick the salty taste of him from your skin, your eyes never leaving his. The gesture was one of submission, but you felt the beginnings of a fire burning in your chest. You knew you couldn’t let him break you—not yet. You had to play his game, at least for tonight.

You hated the way your knees weakened at that. Hated more how he knew.

When he finally stepped away, you could breathe again. But the air had shifted—warmer, tighter, scented with the memory of sweat and sin.

“You’re taking me somewhere?” you asked, trying for a cold tone.

His grin was pure hunger. “The masquerade,” he said. “It’s my birthday week, after all. What better way to celebrate... than with my favorite toy on my arm?”

After cleaning up yourselves, Sylus dragged you out of the suite and down the long, winding corridors of the ship, each step pulling you deeper into the lion’s den. The low buzz of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the murmurs of other patrons filtered into your senses as you walked. It was a party—grand, lavish, and dripping with power.

The masquerade was a world of illusion and lust, hidden behind lush velvet curtains that cascaded to the floor in rich burgundies and deep purples. The air was thick with smoke and whispered secrets, the clink of crystal glasses and the soft laughter of patrons echoing under the seductive glow of low-hanging chandeliers.

The lights were dimmed to a seductive, warm glow, flickering like shadows across the faces of guests hiding behind gilded masks. The air was heavy with the scent of expensive perfume, the soft rustle of silk against skin, and the hum of tension that laced every whispered conversation.

He steered you to a private booth, tucked away in the shadowed corner of the lounge. The velvet was plush beneath you as he pushed you down into the seat, his body leaning over you, encasing you in his presence. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, his voice soft and dark.

“You’re mine. Mine to control. Mine to break.”

His words were like velvet chains, tight and suffocating. Your body stiffened, but his hand was already there, sliding under the table to rest on your thigh. His fingers moved, slow and deliberate, tracing the edge of your inner leg, just enough to make your breath catch, but not enough to satisfy.

“Stop.” You shifted, uncomfortable, but it only seemed to amuse him. His fingers tightened on your leg, pressing harder, forcing you to stay still.

“You can’t escape, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice almost a purr as he leaned closer, his lips brushing your jaw. “Not with me watching you. We’re not done yet.”

Your hand shot up, slapping his hand away from your thigh. The sound echoed in the intimate space, a slap of skin against skin that seemed to hang in the air. The music and chatter of the party swirled around you like a distant storm, the only thing real was the heat of his gaze and the pulsing throb of your own need.

Sylus’ smile didn’t falter, but his eyes grew darker. He leaned in closer, his hand coming up to grip your jaw, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. “I said, we’re not done yet,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise.

You tried to push his hand away again, but his grip was iron, his thumb tracing the fullness of your lower lip. “You’re going to sit here, and you’re going to look pretty for me, and when I’m ready, you’re going to come with me to the party. And you’re going to smile, and you’re going to dance, and you’re going to let everyone think you’re enjoying yourself—because you are. Because you’re mine now. And I want everyone to know it.”

“Let me go,” you spat, squirming, your palms digging into his chest. “I swear, Sylus—”

“Swear to what?” he interrupted, the softest purr, his other hand brushing your bruised wrist in mock concern. “That you’ll try to kill me again? That you’ll claw and bite and then come all over my fingers like a liar?”

His words stung like a slap, the fire in your chest burning hotter. “I’ll never be yours,” you hissed, trying to ignore the way your body responded to his touch.

Sylus’ smile grew more predatory. “Oh, but you are, love. Whether you like it or not. And I’ll make sure everyone here knows it too.”

Without another word, he pulled you into his lap before you could respond. He grabbed your wrist and twisted your arm behind your back—gently, but with the promise of pain. “Move, and I’ll make it louder.”

Your wrists stayed behind your back, pinned in his grip as his other hand deftly removed his tie. Your thighs straddled his, bare beneath the slitted gown. You were on display—half-hidden, fully his. The bulge of his cock pressed up between your legs, hard and hot and deliberate.

With a flick of his wrist, Sylus had you bound. The silk tie, a noose of submission, wrapped around your wrists. The knot was tight but not painful—a reminder of his control, a declaration of his intent. You tried to struggle, but his strength was absolute, his grip unyielding.

You snarled, a sound of pure defiance. A part of you was still salty about what happened against the suite’s vanity. "You're delusional if you think this changes anything."

Sylus chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Is that so?" He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "Let's see how much you resist when you're begging for more."

Ensured that you were properly restrained by the silk tie, Sylus began touching you, his hand sliding up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over the hardened peak. The fabric of the dress was thin, offering no protection from the heat of his touch. Your breath hitched, and you felt your body betray you as your nipples pebbled under his ministrations. He took his time, tracing the line of your neck with gentle kisses that sent shivers down your spine. Each press of his lips against your skin was like a brand, claiming you more and more as his.

You squirmed in his lap, trying to ignore the ache building between your thighs. The fabric of his trousers was rough against the soft lace of your thong that shielded your cunt, the pressure of his erection a constant reminder of his power. His hand slid lower, down the curve of your waist, over the swell of your hip, and up the inside of your thigh. The anticipation was unbearable—each inch of bare skin he revealed, each touch, a taunt that made your pulse race.

“Relax,” he whispered, his breath a warm caress against your cheek. “You’re so tense. It’s not like you have anywhere to go.”

The first two fingers of his hand found the wetness between your legs, sliding through the slickness with an ease that made you want to scream. He stroked you, slow and steady, the pad of his thumb circling your clit with a maddening gentleness. Your breath hitched, your eyes squeezed shut, and you bit your lip to keep from making a sound. But it was no use. A soft moan slipped from your mouth, and you felt him smirk against your skin.

Sylus leaned back into the plush couch, his other hand glided on your waist as his other hand played with your pussy. The fabric of the dress along with your bra was shoved aside, exposing your breasts to the cool air, and the occasional gaze of a curious partygoer. You could feel the heat of his cock, trapped behind the barrier of fabric, pressing against your ass as he rocked his hips against you. His hand worked faster, the circles around your clit turning into quick, firm flicks that made your legs tremble.

"You're mine," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down your spine. "Mine to use, mine to fuck." His thumb pressed down harder, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper that slipped from your lips.

“Is that what you want?” you gasped, trying to sound defiant even as your body melted into his touch. “To make a spectacle out of me?”

“Mm, not just any spectacle,” Sylus said, his voice a low purr. “A private one, just for us. And if anyone catches a glimpse, well, it’s all part of the fun, isn’t it?”

Your heart hammered in your chest, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. “You’re a monster,” you whispered, but the words lacked conviction.

“Perhaps. But you love it, don’t you?” He bit your nipple gently, and you shivered in his grasp. “You’re so wet for me, so eager to come apart in my hands.” His voice was a seductive purr that seemed to resonate through your very bones.

As if to prove his point, Sylus inserted another finger into your pussy, stretching you, filling you with a delicious pressure that made your eyes roll back in your head. You bit down hard on your bottom lip to keep from crying out, your teeth marks indentation of flesh as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. The slick sounds of his intrusion filled the booth, a deliciously obscene counterpoint to the sophisticated chatter outside.

He leaned in to kiss you, his lips brushing yours, and despite the fury raging within you, you couldn't help but respond. Your mouth opened to his, his tongue sliding in to dance with yours in a dance of dominance and submission. The kiss was a war of wills, a battleground of passion and anger that left you breathless. You tasted the whiskey on his breath and felt the heat of his desire in the way his tongue claimed yours.

As your kiss deepened, so too did his touch. His thumb worked your clit faster, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made your body arch against him. Your breasts pressed against his chest, your bound hands clenching behind your back. The velvet curtains of the booth offered a semblance of privacy, but it was paper-thin, and every gasp, every whimper could be heard outside. The risk only heightened the tension, the thrill of discovery a constant thrum beneath your skin.

Sylus pulled away, his eyes dark and hungry. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So desperate, so beautiful."

You glared at him, your breathing ragged. "Let me go," you demanded, the tremble in your voice giving away the lie.

Sylus chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, sending a thrill of anticipation through you. "Not yet," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned back against the couch, his hand still working between your legs. "But if you're good, I'll let you come."

You hated the way your body responded to his words, the way your pussy clenched around his fingers. But the orgasm was building, inexorable as the tide, and you knew you were going to give him what he wanted. You leaned into his touch, your hips rocking against his hand, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Come on,” you whispered, the word a desperate plea that seemed to echo through the small space.

Sylus’ eyes gleamed with triumph, and his grip on your waist tightened, his other hand not stopping its relentless torment of your clit. “Is that what you want, little hunter?” He taunted, his voice a dark, velvety whisper.

Despite your pride, you nodded, the need to come overriding your desire to resist. “Fuck me, Sylus,” you breathed, the words a surrender. "Let me ride you."

With a smug smile, Sylus adjusted your position, pushing you onto off lap so that he could free his erection. You could feel the heat of him, the velvet material of his trousers a tantalizing barrier to the steel length you craved. He released your wrists from the tie’s grip, allowing you to hold onto his shoulders for balance as he unzipped his fly and freed his cock. The head was slick with precum, and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of it.

"Get on your knees and open your mouth. No hands," he ordered, his voice low and demanding. You did as you were told, the anticipation of his taste on your tongue almost too much to bear. He slid his cock between your lips, and you took him in, the musky scent of his arousal filling your nostrils. He was thick and long, a challenge that you met with a fiery determination that surprised even yourself. You sucked him deep, your tongue swirling around the tip, tasting him with a hunger that was no longer yours to hide.

His grip tightened in your hair as he began to fuck your mouth, his hips bucking in rhythm with your suckling. You could feel the tension building in him, the muscles in his thighs tensing as he held you in place. Your eyes watered, but you didn’t pull away. You were lost in the moment, a willing participant in this twisted dance of power and desire.

Sylus’ eyes never left yours, the crimson depths dark with a hunger that matched your own. He watched you with a smug satisfaction that made your stomach flip, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper into your throat. Despite the humiliation, the anger that still simmered beneath the surface, you felt a strange thrill at the way he used you. His control was complete, and there was something darkly erotic about the way he took what he wanted without apology.

As you worked his cock with your mouth, his free hand found its way back to your pussy, his fingers slipping inside you again, stroking you in time with your sucks. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and you could feel the beginnings of your own climax building. You tried to keep your sounds muffled, the pressure in your chest growing as you fought the need to moan around his length.

Then, suddenly, a server glided by, delivering a tray of champagne flutes and hors d'oeuvres to the low table of the booth. The man's eyes flickered towards you, his gaze lingering for a moment before quickly shifting away. You froze, but Sylus merely chuckled, his grip on your hair tightening.

"Good evening, Mr. Sylus," the server said, his eyes never quite meeting yours.

Sylus' hand remained tangled in your hair, his hips gently thrusting upward as you took him in, his cock sliding against the roof of your mouth. He picked up a flute of champagne from the tray without breaking eye contact with you, the liquid sloshing slightly.

You felt the humiliation burn through you as you obeyed, the sound of the glasses and tray clinking in the small, velvet-walled booth. Sylus’ cock, hot and heavy, filled your mouth, and you had to fight the urge to gag as he pushed it deeper, hitting the back of your throat. The thrill of the situation, of being so vulnerable and exposed in front of him and the server, was undeniable. The power dynamic was skewed in his favor, but there was something about it that made you wetter, that made your own need for release grow with each stroke of his fingers on your clit.

"Ah, perfect timing," he said, his voice a lazy drawl as he addressed the server. "Could you give us a moment of privacy, please?" The server nodded, his gaze flicking over the scene before retreating gracefully.

Sylus' grip on your hair didn't falter, his hips maintaining their rhythmic motion as he watched you suck him off. He took a sip of champagne, the bubbles fizzing against his tongue as he enjoyed the show. His thumb continued to work your clit in a relentless pattern that had you panting around his length, the salty taste of precum mingling with the sweetness of your own arousal.

"Keep going," he urged, his voice thick with need. "Take it all, like the good little hunter you are."

You obeyed, his praise sending a thrill down your spine despite yourself. The server's brief appearance had only served to heighten the thrill, the danger of discovery a heady aphrodisiac. You took him deeper, your eyes watering, your throat tightening around his shaft as you fought another urge to gag.

A few more seconds, and then, with a final groan, Sylus pushed you away, his cock slipping from your mouth with a wet pop. He brought you back onto his lap, your legs straddling his waist, and crushed his mouth to yours in a kiss that was as possessive as it was passionate. He could taste himself on your tongue, the sweetness of the champagne mixing with the saltiness of his precum, a heady combination that made your stomach clench with need.

“Now, let’s get you ready for the party, shall we?” he murmured against your lips, his hand sliding down to grip your hip. You felt the heat of his cock pressing against your bare flesh, the fabric of your thong a flimsy barrier to the thickness that promised to fill you.

With a flick of his wrist, Sylus brushed your thong aside. The cool air of the lounge hit your exposed pussy, making you shiver in anticipation. You reached for his cock, eager to feel the weight of him in your hand, but he was already moving, sliding his length through your slickness, teasing the entrance to your body.

“Please,” you begged, the word a desperate plea that seemed to hang in the air.

Sylus’ smile grew even more smug, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of you, desperate and begging. He leaned back into the booth, his cock nudging against the wetness of your pussy.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

You nodded, unable to form words as the need consumed you. With a smirk, he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, the blunt pressure making you whine. The sound of the party outside the curtains was a muffled backdrop to the intimate battle of wills playing out in the booth.

Slowly, with torturous precision, Sylus pushed into you. The thickness of him stretched you, filling you in a way that was both painful and exhilarating. You moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as he invaded your body once again. The velvet curtains that surrounded you seemed to close in, trapping the heat and passion between you in a bubble of depraved desire.

He didn’t stop there, though. He continued to push deeper, the friction igniting a fire within you that burned away any semblance of dignity you had left. You threw your head back, your mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix.

Sylus took the sight in, his eyes devouring you as you sat atop him, desperate and writhing. He reached up, cupping your face in his hand and turning you to look at him. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice a velvet-covered demand. You obeyed, your eyes locking with his as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of you with a deliberate, punishing rhythm that made your eyes roll back in your head.

Leaning in, you kissed him again, a surrender to the storm of pleasure that raged between your legs. His hands held you in place, one on your hip to guide your movements, the other playing with your breasts, teasing your nipples into hard peaks. The kiss was fiery, a clash of tongues that mirrored the battle of dominance between you.

You began to move, your hips rolling in a rhythm that matched his, taking him deeper with every stroke. The sound of your wetness filled the booth, a symphony of desire that was only for him. His cock stretched you, the pressure building with every thrust. The velvet cushions of the booth muffled the sounds of your passion, but you knew that if anyone walked by, they would know what was happening.

As the kiss intensified, his hand slid around your neck, holding you close as his cock pounded into you. You could feel the pulse of his blood in your throat, a pulse that matched the tempo of his hips. His other hand remained on your hip, guiding you, controlling you. It was a dance of submission that you hadn’t realized you’d been craving, but now that you were in it, you didn’t want it to end.

The world outside the velvet curtains was a distant memory, replaced by the scent of his cologne, the feel of his skin, and the sound of his breathing growing ragged. Your body moved of its own accord, responding to his every command, every touch. You were no longer the hunted, the predator; you were his prey, willingly caught in his trap of lust.

"Ride me harder," he growled against your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You complied, your hips bucking as you took him in deeper, the friction making you see stars. His praise washed over you, a sweet torment that only served to drive you closer to the edge. "Look at you, so eager for my cock."

You retorted halfheartedly, your voice a breathless whisper. "I'd be eager for anyone's if it meant getting out of here." But the words were hollow, a feeble attempt to cling to your pride. The truth was, it was his cock you wanted the most at the moment, his touch that sent you spiraling into ecstasy.

Sylus laughed, low and knowing. "Lie to yourself all you want, darling, but your body tells me the truth." His grip on your neck tightened, his thumb stroking your pulse point as he pushed into you harder, deeper. "You're mine."

You tried to focus on the anger, the need to escape, but your traitorous body was betraying you, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. You could feel your orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was as inevitable as the tide. His hand moved from your neck to your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive nub as he watched your reactions with a predatory gaze.

"You're going to come for me, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "You're going to come screaming my name."

The words sent a bolt of arousal through you, making your inner walls clench around him. You didn't want to admit it, didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but you were so close—so very close. The hand at your hip tightened, his fingers squeezing into your flesh as he picked up the pace, his cock hammering into you like a jackhammer. You felt your orgasm coiling, winding tighter with every thrust, ready to spring.

"Fuck," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck me, Sylus. Make me come."

The sound of your voice, the desperation in your tone, was his undoing. He bucked his hips upward, driving himself deeper, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. And just like that, you were falling over the edge, your body convulsing in waves of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. Your orgasm was a symphony of sensation, a crescendo of pleasure that had you screaming his name into the velvet-covered air.

Sylus watched you come, his own orgasm close behind. He pulled out at the last second, his cum spurting onto your stomach and breasts, soiling your skin and dress, a mark of his possession. He leaned back, his chest heaving, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"Now, don't go anywhere," he said, his voice still thick with lust. "We're not done yet."

With a wicked glint in his eye, Sylus stood, pulling you to your feet, and you felt the loss of his cock inside you like a physical ache. But before you could protest, he bent you over the small table, the glass surface cool against your bare skin sending a shiver down your spine.

The sound of his trousers falling was like a gunshot in the quiet booth, the anticipation of what was to come making your heart race. He slapped your ass, the sting of his hand making you jump, your pussy clenching with need.

"You're mine, remember that," he growled, his voice a dark promise. "And I'll have you any way I want."

And with that, Sylus pinched your oversensitive clit as he slammed into you from behind, his cock filling you up once more. The angle was new, the sensation different, and it had you gasping for breath. His hips slammed into yours, his hands on your waist, holding you in place as he fucked you with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

You felt the eyes of the masquerade partygoers on you, could almost feel their curiosity and lust as they walked by the booth. The risk of being caught, the thrill of being used by this powerful man in such a public setting, was a heady mix that had your blood singing in your veins.

With each stroke, you felt yourself slipping further under his control. The anger and resentment were still there, simmering just beneath the surface, but the pleasure was stronger, a siren's call that you couldn't resist. Your body moved with his, a perfect counterpart to his rhythm, as if it had been made to fit him, to take him.

Sylus leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear. "You're mine, hunter," he whispered, his voice a dark caress. "Say it."

You clenched your teeth, fighting the urge to submit, to give in to the pleasure. But his hand found your clit once more, and with a sharp cry, you were lost. "Yours," you whispered, the word a broken promise.

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.

When your cunt began squirting, his hand slipped away from your clit, leaving you panting and needy. You felt a moment of disappointment, but it was quickly replaced by shock as you realized he was moving again, his cock still buried deep inside you. He grabbed a napkin from the tray, wiping his hand clean with a flourish before standing up, his cock sliding out of you with a wet pop. The loss was a cold reminder of reality, and you tried to push aside the desperate ache that his touch had conjured.

“No…” you whined.

"Now, let's not get too messy," he said, his eyes gleaming. "We wouldn't want to ruin your pretty dress." He reached down, his hand sliding between your legs to cup your pussy. You felt your body react, a warm gush of arousal coating his palm. He brought his hand up to his face, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, you smell like a fucking goddess."

The crassness of his words should have offended you, but instead, you felt a thrill run through you. He was right. You were his to do with as he pleased, and that knowledge was intoxicating.

With a wicked smile, he slid two fingers inside you, the movement slow and deliberate. You moaned, the sound muffled by the velvet curtains. He watched the way your body reacted, his eyes darkening with lust as you squirted around his fingers, soaking him again. The sensation was overwhelming, and you felt your legs quiver as your second orgasm of the night began to build.

"Look at you," he whispered, his voice thick with arousal. "You're going to come again for me, aren't you?" His fingers worked you expertly, his thumb pressing against your clit in just the right way. You could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, your body begging for release.

"Sylus," you gasped, your voice a desperate plea. "Please."

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his voice a silky challenge.

"I want you to fuck me," you murmured, your pride forgotten in the face of your need. "Harder."

He chuckled again, the sound low and predatory. "As you wish." He bent you over the table once more, his hand sliding around your throat, holding you in place as he pushed back into you. The angle was brutal, the sensation of being filled from behind almost too much to handle. But you took it, your body responding to his dominance with a desperate need to please.

With every thrust, you felt yourself losing control, the tension inside you growing until it was all you could think about. The room around you faded away, and there was only the two of you, locked in this dance of power and desire.

"Come for me," he ordered, his voice a demand that resonated through your very soul. And as if on cue, your body obeyed. The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your pussy clenching around his fingers as you squirted again, the warm liquid spilling out onto the floor beneath you.

Sylus watched the show with a smug smile, his cock still hard, his need not yet sated. He leaned in, his teeth grazing your ear. "You're going to be the talk of the party, my sweet," he whispered. "My little toy, coming for me in the middle of it all."

The words should have been humiliating, but instead, you felt a strange thrill. You were his, and you were going to take whatever he had in store for you, no matter how depraved, no matter how public.

The hand on your throat tightened, and you felt his cock slide back inside you, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that had you moaning and squirming against the table. The partygoers outside the booth continued their conversations, unaware of the depraved scene unfolding just a few feet away. But you knew they could hear you, could hear the slap of skin on skin, could feel the tremors of pleasure that were shaking the very foundation of your being.

With each thrust, Sylus grew more and more frenzied, his grip on your neck tightening, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. "You're going to make me cum," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that you couldn't refuse. "Fuuuck… hunter."

And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very walls of the booth, he came inside you, his hot seed filling you up. The obscenity of the act, the raw power of his orgasm, had you trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. His cum spurted into you, a claim that was as primal as it was undeniable.

You felt him tense, his body rigid against yours as he emptied himself into you. The sensation was almost too much, and you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and for a moment, you forgot everything—your mission, your pride, the anger that had fueled you for so long..

Sylus pulled out, his cock glistening with your juices and his cum. He tucked himself back into his pants with a smug smile, the fabric sticking to his wetness. "You're a mess," he said, his voice still thick with desire. "But such a pretty one."

He stepped away, leaving you bent over the table, panting and exposed. The cold air of the lounge hit your damp pussy, making you shiver. You felt his hand on your back, a gentle caress that seemed at odds with the brutal way he had just taken you.

"Come," he said, his tone a command that you had no choice but to obey. He pulled you to your feet, and you stumbled slightly, your legs still weak from the force of your orgasm.

"Now, let's join the party," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

The thought of walking out there, your pussy dripping with his cum, your dress stained, had your face flushing with embarrassment. But there was something thrilling about it too, something that made your heart race and your stomach flutter.

But the reality of the situation came crashing back down as the sounds of the party outside the curtain grew louder, a reminder that this was all just a game to him. You were at his mercy, his toy to play with as he saw fit. You pushed away from him, smoothing your dress as you regained your composure. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" you said, your voice laced with bitterness.

Sylus smirked, his eyes gleaming. "More than you know," he replied, not bothering to hide his satisfaction. "But the night is young, and we still have the masquerade to attend. Don't worry, I'll make sure everyone knows who you belong to."

With a final, possessive squeeze of your hip, he straightened, pulling you to your feet and adjusting his own clothing. You felt used, discarded, but also oddly alive. The thrill of the hunt was still there, the need to best him, to win.

As he led you back into the fray, the mask of indifference firmly back in place, you couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the night would bring. Would you find a way to turn the tables on him, or would you continue to be his plaything, a prize to be displayed and used at his whim?

The masquerade was in full swing, the air thick with the scent of lust and desire. The music was a pounding beat that matched the throb between your legs, a reminder of what had just transpired in the private booth. You walked beside Sylus, your hand in his, the warmth of his palm sending a shiver up your spine.

You scanned the crowd, looking for an escape, for a way out of this twisted game. But every time you tried to pull away, his grip tightened, a silent reminder that you were his for the taking. You clenched your jaw, determination setting in.

As you stepped onto the dance floor, the mask of a submissive lover slipped away, revealing the predator beneath. You had to admit, though, as his hand slid down to your ass, pulling you closer to his body, that the thrill of the hunt was still alive within you. And maybe, just maybe, you were enjoying the chase more than you cared to admit.

[luciferism]

○●○ Daggers and Kisses ○●○

"And now," he continued, his eyes never leaving yours, "now, you're going to find out just how much of a monster I can truly be."

♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡ Pairing: Sylus x AFAB!Reader

♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡ Tags: 18+, eventual smut, explicit sexual language, explicit sexual scene, enemies to lovers, dubious consent, dubcon kissing, dubcon blow jobs, nipple play, cunnillingus, vaginal fingering, penis in vagina sex, creampie, bdsm, handcuffs and blinfolds, canon divergence au, ooc?

♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡ Summary:

You are a bounty hunter with a long-standing vendetta against Sylus, the elusive and dangerous leader of the criminal syndicate Onychinus. Years of near-misses and unspoken tension have turned your rivalry into something darker, something charged. When you infiltrate his extravagant birthday gala aboard one of his luxury cruise ships, you're seconds away from finally striking—until everything goes wrong. Drugged and captured, you wake up blindfolded, bound to the bed in his private suite.

♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡ Word Count: 7.8K

Chapter II: Gilded Cage, Velvet Drapes

♡▪︎♡▪︎♡▪︎♡ A/N: It's supposed to be for Sylus' birthday but I was busy with other fics. Better late than never. And yeah, I'm opening the holy gates of LADS fanfics.

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The ocean outside was velvet-dark, its only shimmer the flicker of moonlight splintered by waves. Above it sailed a behemoth of indulgence—an Onychinus cruise liner, gleaming like a floating city, cloaked in celebration and secrets. Music pulsed from the gala deck like a heartbeat, echoing through the ship’s opulent veins.

It was a decadent affair—gilded ceilings reflecting the glittering chandeliers above, their shimmer cascading like rainfall over a sea of masked guests dressed in silk, diamonds, and ambition. Every surface gleamed. Every laugh held secrets.

And at the heart of it all, like a star in his own gravity field, stood Sylus.

The name itself was almost a sin, tasted like something forbidden. White hair falling carelessly over crimson eyes that could ruin you with a glance. He stood near the grand piano, fingers lazily caressing the rim of a wine glass as he listened to a group of investors trying far too hard to impress him. He was barely listening. He never really had to.

Years of pursuit had led to this moment. And still, your breath hitched.

You had tracked Sylus from the shadowy depths of trading networks to rogue Evol labs, always just a step too late, always outmatched. Your assassination attempts were clever, calculated—but he danced through them like smoke. Mocked you, even.

And the worst part? He never retaliated.

You’d survived only because he’d let you. Like a cat with a mouse it wasn’t quite finished playing with. You didn’t know if it was mercy or mockery, and it clawed at you.

You watched him from a distance, holding a silver tray like it belonged to you. Your disguise was simple: black waistcoat, crisp apron, plain white colombina mask similar to those worn by the other waitstaff; and a name tag that read “Isla”—whoever she was. The real Isla was bound and gagged in a supply closet five decks below—your work.

Makeup skillfully applied to conceal your features—particularly your eyes; which he’d seen enough through the masks you wore during your attempts of wiping Sylus’ existence.

Waitress, your brilliant disguise. Nobody important. Nobody worth looking at twice. A perfect shadow to blend in with the glittering snakes of society that slithered through the gala.

The scent of champagne lingered in the air like deceit dressed in silk. You stepped lightly, shoes silent over imported marble, tray perfectly balanced on your gloved hand. But your eyes never left him.

Sylus.

He was a flame in a room of moths—every eye caught in his orbit, every laugh a little louder when it came from his direction. That white hair, always slightly disheveled like he'd just walked away from a fight he enjoyed. Red eyes half-lidded in amusement, danger coiling beneath the velvet of his voice as he conversed with guests draped in silk and sin.

You hated him. You wanted him… dead.

But tonight was different. This time, you had a plan so foolproof it sang in your blood. A few seconds alone with him and you’d deliver a toxin engineered to mimic a slow-onset neural shutdown. He’d never see it coming.

And yet…

Your hands trembled slightly as you passed by him, just close enough to smell the faint musk of his cologne—clean smoke and cedarwood. His voice reached you, smooth and disarmingly amused.

“Careful,” he said, not even turning. “You almost spilled that champagne.”

Your spine went stiff, though you managed to murmur. “Yes, of course, sir. I apologize.”

The party wore on like a fever dream. Dancers spun in silks. The air was thick with perfume, the tension of contracts being made, broken, and reborn. Sylus vanished from the main floor for only a few minutes—and you followed, pretending to carry a new bottle of Dom Perignon.

The hallway was narrow and dim, the hum of the ship louder here, industrial and alive. You’d made it past the ballroom and into the suites' passageway, heart hammering in your chest, adrenaline slick on your palms. You reached for the blade—

And then:

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” The voice was low, taunting.

Just as you turned around a corner, two men flanked you before you even registered them—sharp suits, cruel eyes, hands like stone. A heavy hand closed around your arm. The tray clattered to the floor, the expensive wine and glasses shattered like fragile illusions. One wordless, the other sneering as he caught your arm. You struck fast, a knee to the gut and elbow to the throat—but you weren’t fast enough.

Before you could draw, the first guard's arm locked around your waist, another hand slamming a linen-dampened cloth over your nose and mouth.

Chloroform. The sickly sweet smell filled your lungs. Panic surged—your pulse raced, your instincts frenzied, your scream muffled.

— ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ —

You woke with the ache of time lost, your limbs heavy with the residue of the sedative. The room was too quiet. Your head throbbed like a war drum as you stirred awake. Lashes fluttering. Breathing shallow. You blinked, only to find blackness still—until you realized the silk blindfold was tight across your eyes. You tried to move—and realized something was wrong.

You were lying on a bed. Silken sheets cradled your body, disheveled, legs tangled in expensive fabric you didn’t recognize. Your wrists were bound—cold metal cuffing them to the upholstered headboard. Your legs were free, but trembling. The clothes you’d worn had been stripped of their weapons, apron gone, hair untucked, the crisp blouse now wrinkled and half-unbuttoned, askew, pulled halfway down your torso. There was no pain, but the disarray was unmistakably deliberate.

And someone was there.

His presence was unmistakable, even with his back turned. Broad shoulders beneath a crisp button up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the crimson lining flickering as he lit a cigarette with quiet fingers. The cherry flare cast shadows on the walls like firelight in hell.

Sylus.

He exhaled slowly, a long stream of smoke curling toward the ceiling like a prayer lost on the wind.

“You know,” he said, voice smooth as obsidian, “I had a bet going. How long would it take before you tried again?” He turned just slightly, enough for the orange glow to paint the side of his jaw.

“Happy fucking birthday,” you rasped, voice hoarse with disbelief and fury.

“You remembered,” he murmured in mock sincerity. “I’m touched.”

The silence that followed was thick, electric, buzzing with tension. Your heart thundered beneath your ribs. The cold thrill that swept through your veins wasn’t fear.

Not exactly.

“You gonna kill me?” you asked.

Sylus chuckled—low, indulgent. He flicked ash into a crystal tray and stepped closer. The room felt suddenly too warm as you listened to the faint rustling caused by his movements.

“Kill you?” he repeated. “Now why would I ruin the one thing that’s kept me entertained these last few years?”

His hand touched the bedpost. A lazy drag of his fingers down the metal. “You should’ve worn something prettier,” he mused. “But I suppose we’ll fix that soon enough.”

You swallowed hard, pulse screaming in your ears.

Sylus moved like a predator—slow, deliberate, savoring the prowl. He took a long drag from the cigarette, his movements languid and deliberate. With the soft flick of his wrist, the smoke spiraled upward in thick plumes, and you could feel the faint sting of it in your nostrils, even as the weight of the blindfold made the world blur into darkness.

Your breath hitched as the mattress dipped beside your hips, a subtle shift that sent every nerve ending screaming awake. The blindfold turned the world into a void, and in that darkness, every sound amplified. The faint rustle of fabric. The soft clink of his belt as he sat down. The sharp flick of the lighter once more, followed by a second exhale of smoke that drifted across your cheek like a ghost.

"You look… quite helpless, like this," he murmured, his voice a low hum that reverberated against your chest. "I wonder what you'll do now. You can't even see me coming, can you?"

You could hear the amusement in his tone, and it stoked the fire of defiance inside you.

"I don't need to see you to know what kind of monster you are," you hissed, biting back the tightness in your throat.

Sylus’ presence hovered over you like a storm. He put away the tobacco, pressing it down against the tray until its last ember faded into ash.

You could feel the heat of him radiating, the crisp, clean scent of his cologne growing nearer, mingling with the tobacco and subtle musk of his skin. Every breath you took felt laced with danger, and yet there was something irresistible about the way he moved, like a predator toying with its prey. The luxurious bed beneath you shifted with the weight of his body as he leaned closer, just close enough for the heat of his breath to ghost across the curve of your neck.

He wasn’t in a hurry. There was no rush. The teasing silence between you felt like an eternity—your heart pounding in your chest, your pulse thrumming against the cold, unforgiving steel of the handcuffs. You tugged, pulled at your restraints, but they only gave a small, satisfying jingle that mocked your struggle.

“Struggling?” His voice, like velvet and whiskey, was too close, and yet you couldn’t see him. You could only feel his presence, like an electric charge that arced between your skin and his.

“I’m not your toy, Sylus,” you spat, squirming on the bed, body tense and restless.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his fingers traced the edge of your jaw, delicate and deliberate, sending a shiver skittering down your spine. The touch was light—almost playful—but you knew it was a calculated move to test your reaction. Your jaw clenched, and you turned your head away from his touch.

He chuckled. “You can keep telling yourself that. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? You think you’re in control.” His fingers dipped lower, brushing the curve of your collarbone, the pads of his fingers circling as if savoring every inch of your skin.

You bit back a breath, trying to remain composed despite the undeniable warmth spreading through your body. But your body betrayed you. Every brush of his fingers, every exhaled word, coiled your insides tighter.

“You’re playing with fire,” you warned, though the words trembled in your throat.

His response was a soft, dangerous laugh, and then, just as you thought he might back away, his lips were on your ear.

“You have no idea how much I like fire,” Sylus murmured, hot and husky in your ear. “It burns. It licks at your skin until there’s nothing left but the heat.” His lips brushed over your earlobe, making your breath catch, but you couldn’t turn your head away. You couldn’t even see him.

You felt his hand—strong and unyielding—grip your chin, lifting your face toward him. You twisted, but the restraints held you fast, and then his lips were there, brushing over your mouth, just a whisper of pressure.

The kiss didn’t come. He teased you with it, letting his lips hover so close you could feel the warmth of him, feel the pulse of his breath.

“I know what you want,” he murmured, lips still a breath away from yours, “and you know exactly what I can give you.”

You tried to fight back, twisting your body beneath him, but it was futile. The strength in his hands was overwhelming, more than you’d ever anticipated. His fingers slipped over your waist, dragging across the fabric of your disheveled clothes, tracing the lines of your body as if mapping out every secret you tried to hide.

You kicked out instinctively, your heel connecting with his shin in an attempt to push him back. But it only seemed to amuse him further. Sylus’ fingers wrapped around your ankle in a grip so tight you couldn’t move, pulling your leg back and pushing it to the bed as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

“You think kicking me will get you out of this?” he asked, voice dripping with amusement and something darker. His lips brushed your ear, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. “It only makes me want to hold you down more.”

Your chest rose and fell with every shaky breath. His proximity made you burn, yet every instinct told you to fight. You bit your lip, forcing your body not to react. “I won’t let you control me, Sylus.”

“Oh, darling,” he whispered, the words sinking into your skin like a promise of something dangerous. He brushed his lips lightly against your earlobe, the touch so soft, it almost felt like a ghost. “That’s where you’re wrong.”

You yanked against the cuffs, trying to twist your body free, but the moment you did, he pressed his knee between your thighs, forcing you to stay still. His touch was all consuming—firm, teasing—his knee nudging, pressing just enough to make your pulse race, but never quite enough to give you what you wanted.

You gritted your teeth, refusing to let him see how much his touch affected you. “Fuck you,” you spat, voice dripping with defiance, though your heart was pounding, erratic in your chest. “I won’t beg.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound rough and amused, as if he was finding your resistance amusing rather than frustrating. His hand moved lower, trailing across your ribs, fingers skimming over the curves of your body with maddening precision. You shivered, trying to turn your face away, but your blindfolded senses only made everything sharper.

You tried to bite at him, teeth snapping in his direction, your breath ragged and angry beneath the blindfold. But Sylus only chuckled again, a sound that made your skin burn and your heart race even faster. He seemed to revel in your resistance.

"Such a fire," he mused, almost to himself. "But it won’t be enough to burn me down."

The lightest brush of his lips against your collarbone made you flinch, your body betraying you in ways you didn’t want to admit. You hissed in frustration, trying to pull away from him, but he was everywhere now—his scent, his heat, his overwhelming presence.

You felt the pressure of his body closer, now brushing against yours. Your breathing was shallow, erratic, every brush of his skin sending a ripple of tension through you. His fingers, still tracing up your thigh, slid higher, pushing the edge of your clothes up with a slow, deliberate drag.

You felt him shift, moving above you like a predator circling its prey. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your mind screamed at you to fight, to not give in to the burning tension building between you.

“You won’t get away from me,” he whispered, voice dark and filled with something primal. The way he said it made your breath hitch in your throat. It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise.

You squirmed again, trying to break free, but Sylus leaned down, his lips finding the pulse at your throat. His kiss was soft at first—almost gentle—but then his teeth grazed your skin, and you gasped, the sensation sending a flood of heat straight to your pussy. He didn’t let up, his hands moving with a purpose, pulling you closer to him, as though he was marking you as his own.

"I’m going to enjoy watching you squirm, little hunter," Sylus murmured, his voice low and almost pleading with cruel delight. His lips dragged down your neck, his body pressing in close, and the fire between your legs burned hotter, more intense with every breath. The fight was draining from you, replaced by something else—a deep ache that you couldn't deny.

“Stop,” you hissed, the defiance still clinging to your voice even as your pulse betrayed you. Your body reacted—tensed, arched, seeking something you couldn’t name. Anything to break the suffocating tension.

But Sylus wasn’t interested in letting you off that easily.

He didn’t stop. Instead, he leaned in, lips finally meeting yours in a slow, agonizing kiss. His mouth was fierce, claiming, tasting, as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you deeper into him. The kiss was a clash of heat and hunger, a storm that flooded your senses.

His hand slid down your ribs, and you gasped at the sudden heat of his touch. He was testing your limits, deliberately pushing you until your restraint faltered. His voice came again, softer this time, the heat of it like a furnace against your ear.

“You like that?”

You kicked, thrashing against the bed in a futile attempt to throw him off, but he simply shifted, pinning your legs down with a weight that left you breathless. Every movement only fueled his resolve, deepened his touch.

“Still fighting?” he asked, lips brushing against your neck as he traced his thumb across your jaw. “Such a shame. I thought you’d learned by now.”

He kissed your throat again, his lips moving with dark intention, pressing against the sensitive skin, as if marking you in a way no one else would dare. The contrast between his warmth and the cold steel of your cuffs made your skin tingle, the sensations amplified by the blindfold that left you without sight but all the more aware of every other nerve in your body.

You couldn’t see him. But you could feel him. Every inch of him. Every breath, every whisper of his touch. The taste of him lingered on your lips, intoxicating. He was a drug—something dangerous and addictive.

You were so close. So close to giving in. But the game was far from over.

Sylus pulled away, his smile wicked in the shadows, his breath hot against your cheek. "You're so predictable," he taunted, his voice a seductive caress. "But that's what makes this so much fun."

You could feel the heat of his eyes on you, even through the blindfold, and you clenched your fists in anger. "I'm not playing your games," you ground out, your voice shaking with a mix of fear and desire.

"But you are," he murmured, his fingers tracing a line from the base of your throat down to the swell of your breasts. "And you're losing, sweetheart."

You swallowed hard, fighting the urge to moan as his thumb brushed over your nipple, already peaked and sensitive. His touch was a brand, searing through the fabric of your shirt. You felt yourself softening, your body betraying you with every stroke.

“Please,” you breathed out, not sure if you were begging him to stop or to go on.

Sylus’ smirk was palpable in the air, his thumb circling your nipple with a cruel precision that had you writhing beneath him. “Please what?” he whispered, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down your spine.

You clenched your teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much he affected you. But your body had its own agenda, your breaths coming faster, your chest rising and falling against the restraint of the handcuffs.

Sylus chuckled, the sound a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very bed you were bound to. "I've been looking forward to this," he murmured, his hand sliding down to the hem of your shirt. He tugged it upward, the fabric dragging against your skin as it revealed the softness of your stomach. "To finally see what's beneath that stoic exterior."

You felt the coolness of the room against your exposed skin, the stark contrast to the heat of his touch. The anticipation was agonizing—a delicious torture that had your senses on high alert. The smell of his cologne, the sound of his breathing, the way the mattress dipped and groaned beneath his weight as he leaned closer—it all painted a picture in your mind that was more vivid than any sight.

“You’re going to regret this,” you whispered, trying to sound menacing, but the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

“Doubtful,” he chuckled, his voice a dark purr that sent a shiver down your spine. His hand slid up under your shirt, his palm flattening against your stomach, the heat of his skin making you quiver. You tried to keep your body still, but it was an impossible task as his fingers danced over your skin.

With a sudden jerk, Sylus ripped the fabric, the sound of the tearing fabric echoing through the room. The shirt was torn away followed by your bra, leaving your breasts exposed to the cool air. You gasped, the chilly bite of the air making your nipples tighten further under his gaze.

Sylus leaned in, his mouth capturing yours again, his tongue demanding entry as his hand moved higher, cupping your breast with a possessiveness that made your toes curl. You whimpered into the kiss, unable to stop yourself, and you felt him smile against your lips. He knew he had you.

His thumb circled your nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You arched into his touch, hips moving restlessly against the bed. His other hand moved to your other breast, teasing and taunting until you were panting for more. He broke the kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip.

"Is that all you've got?" you spat out, trying to sound brave.

Sylus’ chuckle was a dark promise. “Oh, no. That’s just the appetizer, darling.” He leaned back, his hand still cupping your bare breast, thumb flicking at the peak. You bit your lip to keep from crying out. The pleasure was unexpected, unwelcome, but it was there, pulsing through your veins like a siren’s song.

He took his time, the sound of his belt unbuckling like a gun cocking in the stillness. The zipper on your pants followed, a slow, meticulous descent that made you feel like a butterfly being unwrapped from a cocoon of steel. You could feel the coolness of the air against your skin, the anticipation making your stomach tighten and your pussy throb.

"You're wet," he mused, “you know that?"

With a firm grip, Sylus pulled your pants down to your knees, leaving you exposed. You kicked again, trying to fight the rising tide of need. But he was too fast, too strong. He caught your ankles in his hands and held them down, his fingers digging into your flesh as he bent to kiss the inside of your thigh. His breath was hot, his tongue tracing the path of your veins, moving closer and closer to your center.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to taste you, to feel you come apart in my mouth.”

You bit your lip, fighting back the whimper that threatened to spill out. “I want you to go to hell,” you managed, though your voice was little more than a whisper.

Sylus’ smile was a wicked curve against your skin. “Now, now,” he said, his breath warm and teasing against the dampness between your thighs. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

You squirmed again, trying to get away, the movement only serving to arch your pelvis further against the bed. You felt the soft brush of his nose against the fabric of your panties, and despite the anger, your body reacted, your hips jerking slightly. It was a betrayal—but it was a betrayal that had your heart racing, your breaths coming in quick, desperate gasps.

The jolt of sensation, and your breath hitched. He took the opportunity to nip at your inner thigh, teeth scraping just hard enough to make you gasp.

“Say it,” he coaxed, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of your pussy through the fabric. The wetness grew, a silent confession to your body’s betrayal. “Say you want me to lick you until you scream my name. Until you forget why you ever wanted to kill me in the first place.”

You clenched your fists, trying to ignore the way your body responded to his touch. But the way his tongue slid against the fabric of your panties was a sweet agony that made it difficult to hold onto your anger. The heat of his breath against your clit made your hips buck involuntarily.

"You're a monster," you whispered, but it lacked conviction.

"Darling, you kill solely for the money. I don't think you get to tell me that." Sylus' words were laced in sarcasm. He pressed his lips on the damp spot of your lace panties, sneaking a deep inhale of your arousal before pulling away.

Your body was trembling now, your mind racing with a mix of anger and lust. The way he talked about your past made you feel cheap, used—like you were just a toy to him, but the way he touched you...it was driving you wild.

“You’re right, I’m a monster,” Sylus whispered, his breath a warm caress against the damp fabric. “But so are you, aren’t you?” His voice was a seductive purr, his words a dark confession that seemed to resonate deep within you.

You felt his fingers hook under the elastic band of your panties, sliding them down your legs, exposing you completely. The coolness of the air made you shiver, but it was the heat of his gaze that made your skin burn.

"I don't want this," you lied, trying to ignore the slickness between your thighs.

Sylus' response was a knowing smirk that you could feel rather than see. "Your body says otherwise," he whispered, his thumb stroking your pussy lightly. You bit back a moan, the sensation sending a jolt through your body.

You felt the bed shift as he stood, the loss of his weight making you feel exposed and cold. The silence was maddening, but it was broken by the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor. Your heart raced as you tried to imagine what he was doing, the anticipation making you wetter.

“What are you doing?” you choked out, trying to sound more in control than you felt.

“What does it feel like?” His voice was a dark caress as his fingers found the fabric of your torn blouse. He took his sweet time, brushing the stray fabric with a leisurely confidence that made your heart race even faster. The fabric parted, revealing the swells of your breasts more.

“What does what feel like?” you asked, playing dumb, though you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“The anticipation,” he said, his voice a low growl. “The sweet, sweet taste of victory as it lingers on your tongue. And the thrill of knowing you’re about to get what you’ve been chasing for so long.”

Sylus' words hung in the air like a promise as you felt the coolness of your breasts exposed, the air teasing your nipples into hard, sensitive peaks. His fingers danced the side of your breasts, his movements a silent question. You didn’t respond, but your body did, arching into his touch without your consent.

With a smug chuckle, he tugged at your overstimulated nipples, rolling them gently between calloused fingers. The sensation was jolting, making you gasp as your skin tightened into gooseflesh. But it was his eyes—his hungry, predatory gaze—that had your breath hitching. He studied you like a piece of art, his eyes lingering on the rosy tips of your breasts, the way they pointed to the ceiling in silent invitation.

And then, with a suddenness that took your breath away, he leaned in. His mouth closed over one peak, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud in a dance that was both tormenting and exquisite. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips, the sound a mix of protest and pleasure. He bit gently, the sting sending a bolt of electricity straight to your core.

You writhed beneath him, the cuffs biting into your wrists as you tried to arch away from the sensation. But Sylus was relentless, his mouth moving to the other breast as his hand took over, his thumb and forefinger rolling and pinching your nipple, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“Please...” you whispered, the word slipping out despite your best efforts.

Sylus’ eyes glinted with triumph, his mouth releasing your nipple with a soft pop. He leaned back, his eyes raking over your exposed body with a hunger that was both terrifying and thrilling.

“Please what?” he taunted, his voice a low, seductive murmur that sent a shiver down your spine. “Please stop, or please more?”

Déja vu.

You glared at him, though you knew he couldn’t see it through the blindfold. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you spat.

Sylus’ smirk grew wider. “Immensely,” he admitted, his eyes dark and gleaming. He slid a hand down your stomach, the calloused pads of his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. His touch was both terrifying and thrilling—like a dance with a snake, you weren’t sure if you’d end up charmed or bitten.

The bed shifted, his weight moving to hover over your chest. His thighs bracing against the sides of your breasts, the tip of his cock brushing against your cheek. The smell of him was intoxicating—musk and power, a heady combination that made your mouth water in spite of yourself. You could feel the heat of him, the solid length of him, the blunt reality of his desire pressing into your skin.

“Open up, darling,” Sylus murmured, his voice thick with arrogance. “Let’s see if you can handle what I have to offer.”

With a jerk of your head, you tried to turn away from him, the tip of his cock grazing your cheek. The gesture was one of defiance, but it only served to make him chuckle. His hand wrapped around your jaw, turning your face back to him, his grip firm but not painful.

“You don’t get to dictate the terms here,” he said, his voice a soft command. “You’re mine now.”

You felt his hand tighten on your jaw, his thumb stroking your bottom lip, the pressure of his cock against your cheek insistent. You wanted to bite, to make him feel the same pain you did, but the need to breathe was stronger. You parted your lips, the salty taste of him coating your tongue as he slid inside your mouth.

He groaned, a sound that was pure male satisfaction, and you felt a twinge of anger at the power he had over you. But that anger was quickly drowned by the sensation of his length pushing deeper, filling your mouth, his hand guiding you to take him as he wished.

Your tongue worked against him, reluctant but obedient, as he began to thrust in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had your cheeks hollowing with every movement. You could feel the slickness of your own arousal coating your thighs, the wetness a traitorous confession of how much he affected you.

Sylus’ eyes never left your obscured ones, watching your every reaction with an intensity that made you feel both exposed and desired. The hand that wasn’t guiding your head moved to cup your breast, his thumb teasing the nipple in a rhythm that matched his hips. Each tug sent a pulse of pleasure straight to your pussy, making it difficult to maintain your resolve.

But you wouldn’t give in. You couldn’t. You were a bounty hunter, not a plaything for his amusement.

With a growl, you tried to buck your hips, to push him away, but the movement only served to drive him deeper into your mouth. His grip on your jaw tightened, a silent warning not to bite.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a dark praise that had you clenching your fists. You hated the way your body responded to him, the way your pussy grew wetter with every stroke of his cock.

The hand on your breast moved down, his fingers slipping between your legs to find your clit. The touch was feather-light at first, a mere whisper of sensation that had you gasping around his cock.

You could feel his smirk against your skin even as he began to move faster, his hips pistoning into your mouth, his thumb circling your clit with a skill that was impossible to ignore. You tried to fight it, to hold onto your anger, but the tension was building, the pressure growing with every beat of your heart.

The hand on your jaw released, leaving you gasping for air as he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. But the relief was short-lived as you felt his wetness coat your cheek, a silent declaration of his intent.

“You want this just as badly as I do,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Admit it.”

You bit back the words that wanted to spill out, the truth that you were dangerously close to begging. Instead, you turned your face away, your jaw clenched tightly.

Sylus chuckled again, a sound that seemed to echo through the room. “Alright, if you want to play hard to get...”

The bed shifted again, and you felt him move away. But before you could take a breath, you felt his mouth replace his hand between your legs, his tongue flicking against your clit with a precision that had your body arching off the bed.

“Sylus!” you gasped, the word torn from your throat despite your efforts to keep it contained.

He chuckled against your skin, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body. “That’s better,” he murmured, his mouth closing over your clit, sucking and licking with a hunger that was almost terrifying.

Your legs trembled, your toes curling into the bed. The handcuffs bit into your wrists as you tried to find purchase, the pain a strange counterpoint to the pleasure that was building deep within you.

Sylus’ mouth was a weapon, his tongue a masterstroke that painted patterns of desire on your sensitive flesh. He licked and sucked with an intensity that was almost punishing, his teeth grazing your clit with enough pressure to make you jolt but never quite enough to push you over the edge. You could feel his smile against your skin, his enjoyment of your struggle a dark thrill that only added to the tension coiling in your belly.

Your hips moved of their own accord, trying to find the friction you so desperately craved. His fingers slid into your pussy, the invasion both welcome and unwelcome, stretching you as he explored your depths with a curious thoroughness that had you biting your lip to keep from crying out.

His tongue swirled and danced, each pass bringing you closer to the precipice, your body tightening like a spring ready to snap. You felt the beginnings of your orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that seemed to echo through the very air.

Sylus’ teeth scraped your clit, the sensation sending a bolt of pleasure that had you arching off the bed, a desperate sound ripped from your throat. He didn’t stop, his tongue lapping at your folds, his fingers curling inside you, the rhythm of his mouth and hand in perfect synchronization—creating a salacious symphony of wet slurping and reluctant moans of delight.

Your mind was a whirlwind of sensation, thoughts of escape and anger lost in the storm of pleasure. The only thing that remained was the need, the all-consuming demand for release.

But just as you felt the first wave of your climax building, he pulled away, leaving you panting and trembling with need. The absence of his touch was a physical ache, your body crying out for more.

“Please just…” you begged, the word slipping from your lips despite your best efforts.

Sylus’ laugh was a dark symphony that seemed to fill the room, his eyes gleaming with victory. “Ah, so you do know how to ask nicely,” he murmured, his voice a sweet torture that had you clenching around his fingers.

He didn’t move for a moment, letting your desperation build, the anticipation almost as potent as the pleasure. Then, with a smug smirk, he leaned back in, his mouth closing over your clit with a renewed fervor that had your eyes rolling back in your head.

You were lost now, unable to hold back the tide of sensation. Your body bucked against his mouth, your legs tightening around his head as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. The hand that wasn’t cupping your breast slid down to your waist, his grip firm as he held you in place, his other hand continuing to play with your nipples.

You could feel the orgasm building, the pressure in your core threatening to burst like a dam. You didn’t know if you could take much more—every touch, every lick was like a match thrown on gasoline.

And then, with a final, agonizing stroke, you shattered. The world fell away, leaving only the blissful oblivion of pleasure. You screamed his name as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, pussy juices pouring like ambrosia that made him want to taste you more.

Sylus didn’t let up, his mouth working you through the climax, drawing out every last tremor until you were limp and panting, the handcuffs the only thing keeping you anchored to reality. You felt him shift, his weight leaving the bed, and for a moment, panic gripped you. But then you felt the coolness of a cloth against your face, gently wiping away the sweat and tears.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a dark purr that had your heart racing. “Now, let’s see if you’re as good at giving as you are at receiving, shall we?”

The blindfold was removed, and you blinked against the sudden brightness, your eyes adjusting to the sight of him standing before you. He was completely naked now, his cock erect and the bulbous tip gleaming with precum.

The look in his eyes was a challenge, a promise of what was to come. You took a deep, shuddering breath, your body still humming with the aftermath of your orgasm. You knew what he wanted, knew what he expected of you.

With a smirk, Sylus positioned himself between your spread legs, the tip of his cock brushing against your swollen pussy. Your body was still reeling from the intense orgasm he’d wrung from you, but the anticipation of what was to come had your breath hitching.

He didn’t rush, taking his time to align himself with your sensitized cunt, his eyes never leaving yours. The teasing was a silent declaration of his dominance, a promise of the pleasure—and pain—he had in store for you.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he slid the tip of his cock along the plump folds of your labia, the sensation making you bite your bottom lip to keep from gasping. He watched you, his expression one of dark amusement, his eyes hooded with lust.

The first shallow thrust made you moan, your body already begging for more. But Sylus was in no hurry, pulling out almost immediately and leaving you with only the memory of his thickness. Your eyes narrowed, and you could feel the challenge in his touch. You weren’t going to let him win so easily.

“You’re going to beg for it, aren’t you?” you taunted, your voice a mix of defiance and need.

Sylus chuckled, the sound low and predatory. “We’ll see about that,” he said, leaning in to kiss you again. His tongue danced with yours, the taste of you still on his mouth, making you crave him even more.

The second time he pushed into you, he went deeper, the pressure making you arch your back. You could feel every inch of him, the thickness of his cock stretching you, filling you in a way that was almost painful.

But you wouldn’t beg. Not yet. You’d make him work for it.

He pulled out again, leaving you panting and desperate. The room was filled with the slick sound of his cock sliding along your wetness, a sound that seemed to echo in your ears.

“Please,” you whispered, unable to stop the word from escaping.

Sylus’ eyes gleamed with victory, his smirk turning into a full smile. “There it is,” he murmured, his voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate in your very bones.

He slammed into you then, the suddenness making you cry out. The handcuffs bit into your wrists, the pain mixing with pleasure, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. Sylus’ hips moved in a steady, punishing rhythm, his cock hitting all the right spots, making your body sing with every thrust. You could feel another orgasm building, the pressure mounting with every stroke.

“Is this what you wanted?” you managed to say between gasps. “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?”

His only response was a groan, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he drove into you, his teeth gritted with the effort to hold back his own release.

The third time he pulled out, you were ready to beg for more. The need was a living thing inside of you, demanding to be satiated. But you bit your tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

When he entered you again, it was with a force that had your eyes rolling back in your head. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every movement, the friction making your toes curl and your back arch. The hand that had been playing with your breasts moved to your clit, his thumb pressing down with just the right amount of pressure.

Your second orgasm crashed over you like a wave, stealing your breath and your resolve. You screamed his name, the sound echoing through the room as you shuddered around him, your body writhing in pleasure.

You were lost in the sensation, unable to do anything but feel. The handcuffs that had once been a symbol of your captivity now felt like a strange sort of freedom, allowing you to give in completely to the storm of pleasure.

Watching you lose yourself once more to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your veins, Sylus allowed himself an indulgent flush of pride at having brought his enemy to such heights of ecstasy twice in quick succession. With every guttural cry that escaped your trembling lips, he felt himself edging closer towards a gratifying climax.

His rhythm grew erratic, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he pumped into you with a ferocity that sent shockwaves through the very core of your being. The headboard thudded against the wall in a staccato beat, setting the room's atmosphere alight with a primal energy that seemed to feed the flames of your passion.

Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, those eyes filled with a mix of anger, desire, and something else—something unidentifiable that sent a shiver down his spine. The fire in your gaze only served to stoke his own, making him push deeper, harder, until you were both teetering on the brink of oblivion.

And then, with a final, earth-shattering thrust, Sylus let go.

"Fucking hell…" He panted heavily, his mind momentarily blanked out by sheer physical exertion required to reach his explosive peak. His eyes rolling back in his head as he emptied himself into you, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. Your walls tightened around him, milking every drop of semen from his body.

For a moment, the world stilled, the only sounds the harsh gasps of your shared breathing. Then, with a shudder, Sylus collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his heart pounding against your chest.

One of his hands gently cradled the back of your head as he kissed you, his mouth soft and seeking. The kiss was a stark contrast to the raw power of his earlier touches, a gentle reminder that even in this twisted game of power and domination, there was something deeper—a connection that neither of you could deny.

As your breathing evened out, he pulled back, his gaze searching yours for any signs of regret or fear. But all he found was a smoldering challenge. The fire in your eyes had not been extinguished—it had only been banked, waiting for the next round.

With a smirk that held the promise of future battles and even greater pleasures, Sylus reached up to unlock the handcuffs, his movements surprisingly gentle as he freed you from the headboard. The metal clicked open, the sound echoing in the quiet room like the promise of release.

You didn't move immediately, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through your body. But as the reality of the situation set in, you pushed him off, sitting up with a jerk, the fabric of your torn shirt sticking to your damp skin.

"This isn't over," you murmured, your voice thick with a mix of lust and anger.

Sylus chuckled, his cock still semi-erect and gleaming with the evidence of your passion. "On the contrary," he said, his voice a seductive promise. "It's only just begun."

The air in the suite grew thick with tension, the power dynamics shifting once again as you both stared at each other, the unspoken challenge hanging between you like a live wire.

"You're mine," he said, his voice a low, possessive growl. "You've always been mine, even when you were chasing me across the galaxy."

You stood, the remnants of your clothing falling away to reveal the marks his desire had left on your body—the bruises from his grip, the bite marks on your skin; and especially the creamy white liquid that has started running down your inner thighs. You felt a strange thrill at the sight, a dark thrill that made your stomach clench.

"And now," he continued, his eyes never leaving yours, "now, you're going to find out just how much of a monster I can truly be."

The smile that played on his lips was the most terrifying thing you'd ever seen—promising a night of pleasure and pain that would leave you forever changed, forever marked as his. And deep down, you knew that you were ready for it. You were ready for whatever he had in store.

You took a step towards him, the taste of his dominance still lingering on your tongue. "Bring it," you said, your voice a dare.

Sylus' smile widened, and in that moment, you realized that you had just accepted his challenge. You had stepped into the lion's den, and there was no turning back. The hunt was over—now, it was time to become the prey.

The anticipation of what was to come had you on edge, your heart racing in your chest like a wild animal.

[luciferism]

Legend of the Forbidden Phallocrux: One Hole to Bind Them All

Act I: The Fallen God's Sigil and Unwanted Blessings

Synopsis: Cursed/blessed after fishing up an ancient god's codex about the world, Aether was charged to fulfill a prophecy. He just wanted to find his way home but the universe wanted him railed.

Pairing/s: Genshin Men x Aether

Tags: multichapter crackfic, eventual smut, porn with plot, canon divergence, implied sexual content, slow burn, sexual puns, bad puns, bad jokes, parody, comedy, alternate universe, ooc, alternate au, teyvat is a lewd world, slow burn

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Hey, I'm back. It's been over a year since I posted a fic. So here's my crackfic starring our golden boy, Aether 🫡 You can hop to Ao3 and read in advance.

⏭️ Chapter Two onwards

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The sun hung low and golden above the sapphire waters of Stormbearer Coast, its reflection shimmering like spilled oil over bare skin, twitching every time a plump, overstimulated fish breached the surface with a moan. Yes, a moan. The fauna of Testosterra, the New Teyvat, had long since stopped pretending they weren’t affected by the world’s ley lines’ cursed imbalance.

Even the breeze carried a thick, heady scent of brine mixed with blooming nymphroses and damp leather. Crickets chirped arousingly. Somewhere in the distance, a flock of moaning doves cooed suggestively. It was just another typical evening in the land where thirst reigned supreme.

Aether sat on the edge of a smooth, sweat-slick boulder, partially soaked from swimming and glistening like the cover of a forbidden romance scroll, and tragically unaware of the prophecy coiling like a perverted snake around his fate. His golden hair clung to the back of his neck in silky waves, while his toned abdomen flexed with every breath he took.

His legs were bare to the thighs, pants rolled up and boots tossed aside, toes dipped lazily in the warm water as he cast his fishing rod with divine nonchalance. Aether had traded his usual dark crop top for a loose white tunic that clung to his toned chest like it had read too much fanfiction about him. It fluttered open at the front, inviting the breeze to do its worst. He wasn’t trying to seduce the horizon—but somehow, he was.

He had hoped for a moment of peace. A brief interlude to think. To remember.

The memories of Lumine were fogged, as if glimpsed through a veil soaked in honeyed wine. He remembered her laugh, her warmth, the way they moved in tandem like twin stars. But since the attack—since that strange divine force struck and cast him adrift—he’d been alone. Or at least, alone enough to talk to himself and occasionally question whether that pine tree over there winked at him.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been in this world, but this place definitely needed a break from whatever cursed soap opera it was living in.

Still, he fished. What else was there to do but find his next dinner?

Aether’s fishing line stretched lazily into the water, bobbing ever so gently with the movement of the waves lapping gently at the golden shore of Stormbearer Coast. It should have been peaceful. Almost was. But nothing had felt quite right since he'd awoken in this absurdly aroused world.

“Gotta eat,” he mumbled to himself. The rod in his hands was carved from a glossy, darkwood branch. It had chosen him somehow, from a glade pulsing with innuendo-shaped mushrooms and giggling fauna. Aether didn’t question it anymore. He had stopped questioning things after a tree tried to give him a “consensual back massage” last week.

Then the line tugged. Hard. With a lewd pop.

Aether blinked. “Oh?”

It tugged again, with a force that threatened to wrench the makeshift rod from his grip.

“Oh—”

His rod arched upward with such force that it yanked him halfway off the shore. With a grunt, he dug his heels in, pulling back with both hands. Muscles taut, veins standing out like serpents beneath skin, Aether wrestled with the catch. It wasn’t fighting like a fish—it was pulling like it had somewhere important to be and didn’t give a damn who was on the other end.

The line snapped with a flash of pink sparks, sending Aether’s petite frame on his back. Water splashed over him in slow motion, drenching him in cool droplets that clung like seductive pearls along his collarbone.

Coughing, Aether sat up and blinked at what had landed before him.

Not a fish.

A book.

An ancient, leather-bound tome, soaked but glowing with a faint carnal crimson, landed on the sand with a squelch. It pulsed, faintly, like a heartbeat. Its cover was engraved with swirling sigils, some of which looked suspiciously like kissing mouths, entwined limbs, or gyrating hips if viewed from the right angle.

Curious—and ever so slightly aroused, against his better judgment—Aether knelt beside it.

"Well... I did ask the universe for answers,” he muttered.

Aether did what any self-respecting, questionably cursed pretty boy would do—he opened it. The pages within glowed faintly. The script inside writhed—literally. The letters twisted and shuddered across the page, rearranging themselves with naughty giggles and lascivious sighs until he could somewhat read them.

“Huh.” Aether tilted his head, brushing his wet bangs aside. “Weird font.”

On the first page read, Testosterra Codex: Scandalous Whispers of the Moaniverse. By Carnalia—God of Chaos and Manlust—and the horniest lesser gods.

Dictated by his curiosity, his nemesis, Aether continued reading a few pages. Unthinking, he spoke them aloud:

"O' blessed be the supple vessel... awakened shall be the Seal of Slutlight—"

Aether blinked. “The what?”

But the book was already glowing hot, the sigils spinning, rearranging, licking at his fingers like ethereal tongues. A moan echoed—not from his mouth, but around him, in the wind, in the very fabric of the air.

Now, it was getting weirder, but still that didn’t deter him from reading for more. Maybe it was just gag material or an old erotic novel, he thought, flipping to another page.

“Oh blessed be the shaft divine,

Do stretch me wide, and make me thine.

Let mine hole left no rod behind,

In flesh and soul we now entwine!”

The air thickened with heat and sandalwood-sweat-scented mana. The grass withered. The water hissed, giving leeway for the suddenly blowing cold breeze to caress his wet skin.

Aether screamed—not in pain, but in something unsettlingly adjacent to pleasure. His body lifted off the ground, limbs arched, glowing pink and gold with symbols he really didn't want to know the origin of. Then—

THROB.

A sigil etched itself in light above his tailbone. Glowing magenta with a hint of gold, swirling with chaotic energy, and vibrating like a naughty toy forgotten under a bed.

Aether landed hard on his knees, panting, sweat-soaked, glowing slightly. “What. The fuck. Was that.”

The Carnalia’s Sigil.

A voice echoed in his head—sultry, domineering, and vaguely drunk.

“O Chosen Bottom of the Prophecy, thy journey beginneth. Thou hast delivered the Lustrous Litany and awakened the Lust Covenant. Gather thou the shards of the Forbidden Phallocrux, else be consumed in combustion most unspeakable.”

Aether blinked, his fishing rod forgotten beside him. “The... what now?”

“Hie thee hence across the Seven Lands of Lewd Repute, and quest for most comely and gallant bachelors—yet cursed—whose hearts, whose souls, yea, whose lustful flames are marred by shards most vile: the Forbidden Phallocrux. 'Tis thy lot, by fate's own thread, to purge these fragments, till they be made whole once more. Seek them out, and with each man entwine thy spirit deep. For thou and they together must seal the Cracks of Desire—those gaping wounds in nature’s weave, whence pour enchantments steep’d in carnal frenzy.”

“Are you playing a prank on me?!” Aether hissed as he stood, his gaze sweeping around the coast.

“Fret not, O Chosen Bottom, for thou art endowed with blessings manifold—gifts most vital to surmount trials and fulfill the Prophecy. Mine own Sigil hath already bestowed upon thee the Aura of Allure. Take thou the Codex, and let its wisdom steer thee true upon thy quest.”

“You can’t—”

“Fare thee well for now, O Chosen Bottom of the Prophecy. May fortune smile upon thee, and may thy quest find sweet zenith and triumph!”

The sky thundered with a clap of erotic applause. Somewhere in the distance, a unicorn neighed in approval.

Aether groaned, dragging his hands down his face. His body tingled unnaturally. And then—oh no—he felt it again.

The sigil. It looked like an ornate rune, intricate and ancient… and was absolutely throbbing just above his buttcrack. Like a beacon. Like a lusty lighthouse for cursed dick-havers.

He slammed the book shut with a thick thud. The runes faded along with its glow. Then the air stilled.

“…Oh come on,” Aether whimpered, feeling a heat pulse through his core. His pupils shimmered with subtle, cursed sparkles.

And worst of all, every male frog within a ten-foot radius immediately turned to stare at him with longing croaks.

He swatted one away with a horrified yelp.

“I just want to eat.”

[luciferism]

I'm back. No one remembers me, for sure. I didn't even notice it's been over a year... whut? I've read a lot but not finished a single story. I don't play Twst nor Obey Me anymore lol.

But I still wanna write though. I'm rusty.

[luciferism]

[ "Serendipitous? Engagement" ]

Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader

Summary: Although it was his idea to get engaged and hired you to become his beloved ‘fiancé’, and to dodge the impending doom of marrying another noble’s child; his fake happiness became harder to maintain as he thought about the real purpose of the engagement and the fact that it is just a contract and not a true sign of love or commitment.

You don't know why he had chosen you–out of all the rich people and nobles–but you accepted the proposal after mulling it over and over for almost a month. It was only an engagement for publicity after all, right?

Tags: 18+, one shot, explicit, eventual smut, PDA (making out in public), blow job while driving (giving), arranged engagement/marriage, use of sex toy (dildo), double penetration (penis and toy in one hole), creampie, erotic asphyxiation (choking/breath play), oral fixation, porn with feelings, reader is not Yuu (?)

Word Count: 9.1K words

A/N: I got a bit busy, but here you go. Merry Christmas and drive safe, kids!

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Pose, click, flash. Pose, click, flash. The camera shutter clicked away in each romantic pose of the couple.

"Can you two please get a bit closer?" The photographer begged.

The two of you stood in a beautiful artificial garden inside a studio, with flowers blooming all around, the fresh scent tickled your noses. He held you close to him and you embraced each other, as you looked into the camera with smiles that seemed genuine enough to the public. You two somehow looked like a sick ‘in love’ couple.

Leona could help but think of the experience as excruciating. As the photoshoot progressed and he spent more time in front of the camera surrounded by the opulence and pageantry of the engagement studio, he found himself growing increasingly annoyed and uncomfortable. 

Although it was his idea to get engaged and hired you to become his beloved ‘fiancé’, and to dodge the impending doom of marrying another noble’s child; his fake happiness became harder to maintain as he thought about the real purpose of the engagement and the fact that it is just a contract and not a true sign of love or commitment.

You don't know why he had chosen you–out of all the rich people and nobles–but you accepted the proposal after mulling it over and over for almost a month. It was only an engagement for publicity after all, right?

"Leona, put your arms around your fiancé."

That set him off and his ears subtly flickered. He could have sworn he would have snarled if he did not know any better. Since he wanted to get this torture over with, Leona set his jaw and placed his hands on your hips. He felt the heat of your body radiate through.

The moment his fingers splayed across the smooth curves of your hips, his eyes had nearly crossed. The photographer saw his brain short circuit at the contact, but you did not. The photographer was thrilled with the new position and took more shots. The contact was agony. Leona could not wait to let you go.

"This is amazing! Keep it like this!”

The photographer clicked away, giggling and all giddy. Leona's eyes rolled into the back of his head. It's been a while for Leona since he felt heat like this against him.  

"Okay, keep going! Now kiss."

Now he really wanted to gouge out his eyes. Leona pulled you close and put his arms around you. Your faces were so close, the contact of your breath and the warmth of your face were almost too much.

"Closer," the photographer pleaded once again.

As the poses got really awkward by each click, you wanted to choke the photographer like how you would throttle a chicken. Regardless, at the back of your mind, if you're going to be uncooperative, this will tarry a bit longer; and it does not take a genius to guess that the 'couple' were both uncomfortable.

However, you gave what the photographer wanted and clutched your deft fingers on the man's tie and pulled him down for a 'kiss'—that was only a touch lighter than a feather.

Leona's jaw tightened as you grabbed hold of his tie and pulled him into a faux kiss. But something about the gesture that caused his brain to short circuit again. The contact was fleeting but powerful. 

The warmth of your lips lingered on his for a moment before you pulled back. The photographer was ecstatic and couldn't stop clicking away. Your touch caused Leona to take a deep inhale and he closed his eyes for a second. He had been shaken by the contact and he was not sure exactly why. His grip on your hips tightened.

The camera man himself was clicking with glee. He was taking photos from every angle he could think of, including overhead. He even told the two of you to kiss again from different angles. Leona and you were forced to pantomime an entire love-filled scene as the photographer continued with his photoshoot, capturing images in a variety of poses and settings.

Sooner, as if it was becoming too much, you escaped from Leona's tightening grasp with a small frown knitting on your forehead. Yes, you just made 'kissing' poses for a few minutes now and it was ridiculous.

You puffed before you spoke sternly, "Is this a bit too much? We've been at this kind of pose and you still haven't got a good shot despite your visible gleeful clicking... in every angle.”

"Have we mistakenly hired an incompetent one?" You shifted your weight on your right leg and waited for the photographer's response. You did not care if you were being a bit confrontational. Your work is waiting for you and you are way off the allocated schedule for today.

"Incompetent? I— you — how dare!" the photographer exploded as he took a step closer to you. "This is— " he broke in mid-sentence to click away, "—a very common and professional way to capture a couple's engagement moment—" Click. Click. Click. "—and I find it quite disrespectful how you treat my work." Click. Click. 

The photographer crossed his arms and huffed. "I'll let you know that I'm very good at my job and I'm very good at what I do."

Click. Click. It seemed that the photographer was set on burning your retinas as another way to refute your words.

Your eyebrow raised at the photographer, finding the reaction of the man to your snide remark to be quite amusing to say the least. As the camera continued to shutter, a visible smirk was now painted on your features, which was a far cry from your normal disposition.

You turned back to Leona and proceeded to pose again, this time, with a dissipating smile on your lips. You spoke sternly once more, albeit merely a tease, "You better be."

Leona's gaze flitted between you and the photographer. He swallowed hard and tightened his grip on your hips. A soft shiver rolled down his spine when your eyes met, a soft flush suffused his face with warmth for a moment. It was like the temperature had spiked the second your lips brushed his own again.

The photographer snapped another photo and clicked, his gaze was sharp. You were slightly amused, but Leona was shaken for a reason he only had the answer to.

Leona's gaze landed back at the photographer, an edge to his tone as he demanded, "That's enough for now.”

The photographer finally stopped clicking and nodded at the couple. 

"Excellent! Perfect! Just lovely. I'll go get your photos for you by this evening." A few more minutes passed before the photographer eventually left. And with that, your private photoshoot and the morning were over.

You almost practically jumped on your feet when the exasperating shoot was finally over and about. Despite your now stiff muscles, you carried your weight on the porcelain floor of the studio with deliberate strides of your legs towards a table where your things were seated at.

After that, you graced Leona with one last glance and a small nod as if saying, 'I'll go first,' then merrily made your way to the exit of the venue, letting Leona’s staff deal with the mundane task for the photoshoot’s aftermath. When your head was washed off of the photoshoot, your work almost immediately shoved the thoughts out and took the driver's seat of your mind.

Leona's eyes remain on the people around for a moment longer before finally moving to follow you with his eyes. The man watched as you started to leave. He shakes his head a little, irritated. Then with a sigh, he followed your lead. He walked after you through the double doors, catching up with you and taking you by the arm to stop you.

"Hold on," he said as he turned you towards him. "What's the rush?”

A plain brown envelope—filled with work documents—almost dropped into the floor when your grasp on it loosened from the abrupt pull of your arm. You were on the cobblestone sidewalk of the building and was ready to scurry away.

You were in reverie, already thinking of a myriad of things you would do back at your office for the rest of the remaining afternoon hours, but it seemed to you that you would not be able to do much, now that your 'fiancé' looked keen on maybe... spending time with you.

"Because Mr., I still have pending work for the day. I did not expect our photoshoot would devour time like that." You checked the time on your wrist watch briefly then fixed your gaze once again at Leona. 

Your brows furrowed, not in frustration but rather curiosity, and spoke casually in a softer tone.

"Uhm... do you want to discuss more things about this? I'll opt out of my schedule for today. It seems I'm still behind regardless of whether I'll ditch you right now or not." Your lips curled into a friendly smile, but not overly done so, just the smile you use on strangers and acquaintances. 

Leona studied you carefully before a small grin adorned his lips. The man’s hand reaches up and brushes his fingers across your lips. The action caused his stomach to flutter and his ears flicker as if he just had a rush of adrenaline.

"You're already a few hours behind, what's a few more?" he said as he leaned in a little closer. You realized you were nearly nose to nose at this point.

"I have one condition," he continued as his hands moved down to your hips again and he stepped fully into your personal space. "First, kiss me again," he said with a grin, his voice low and sensual, "Just one more time."

He made his condition sound tempting, like he was giving you a reward. He wanted to see if the same spark still exists between you the way it did only over an hour ago. If he was right, you two might not have to wait until the wedding for this feeling to be shared again.

As you felt Leona's hands back on your hips, your breath was caught in your throat and Leona might have succeeded in making your heart rate rise more than necessary.

"Wha—?" you uttered then landed your hand on Leona's chest as if you both unintentionally mimicked one of the many poses you did at the shoot.

As if a switch has turned on, a smug grin curled on your lips, your tease streak resurfaced just like how you confronted the photographer half an hour ago. 

"Oh, my darling Leona, did my prior light feather kisses have affected you that much?" you audaciously goaded the man further with a coy smile.

Your hand on Leona's chest is like a jolt of electricity. His breath hitched and his heart raced. He can feel the heat rising on his skin. Leona stares at you, utterly transfixed. 

"Yes..." he murmured. He stared at you with intensity, his expression was a mixture of want, longing and hunger and a little embarrassment. He could not quite meet your eyes as his skin flushed more.

"Again," he begged softly, "Do it again.” Leona took you by the collar and pushed you against the wall of the building and then leaned in closer. He pulled your head back to expose your neck. Leona was so close.

Leona stared deep into your eyes. You could smell his scent, a masculine musk and the faint scent of his cologne. You felt Leona's breath wafted on your face again, and something stirred deep inside you. Leona's expression was almost desperate, his green eyes filled with passion, desire and a hunger he cannot quite name.

You swore you could hear your heartbeat pounding on your eardrums. The thought of being intimate in public and being brazen about it–albeit only kissing–made your blood boil; and Leona's desperation for your kiss fanned the burning embers of pride and desire inside you. 

You may have looked cool outside but you are sure as hell of yourself that the man and his actions got you a bit worked up, but not as Leona was. As someone with an innate opportunistic trait, you decided to indulge not only Leona's wish but as well as to satisfy your own.

And so, your fingers framed Leona's sharp features, then you slowly leaned and passionately pressed your lips with him. 

It was like lighting a match into a pool of gasoline—passion flared up and spilled over with a rush. Your pride and Leona's desire met in the middle and suddenly the spark of that kiss was all consuming. Your mouths pressed together urgently, desperately. The taste of him was all you thought of and the feeling of your lips on Leona's are like nothing else in the world.

You two kissed for several moments—or maybe several lifetimes. Leona's desperation mirrored yours and your emotions were so intense that you two did not notice the crowd that was passing by and gave you a look.

"Mmh," Leona mumbled against your lips.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to savor the moment. The two of you were lost to the outside world, not caring who may be watching or what they might think of. All that mattered was the passionate expression of desire. 

Leona pulled you closer to him. A hand brushed your hair. It was an intense moment of connection for both of you as you both gave into the feeling. You two might have started a fake relationship, but the connection between you seemed almost real.

Your tongues clashed against each other for a few seconds before Leona pulled away. He was breathing hard and his tanned skin was pink with the flush. Leona slowly looked back at you, his expression was almost predatory, his gaze sharp and his jaw tight. He licked his lips and looked at you through heavy lidded eyes.

"Do that one more time," he uttered, his expression turning into a grin, "and we won't be going back to the office." Leona whispered something else in his mother tongue. His accent was thick.

Your lips met Leona's with almost a bruising force once more. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Leona pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your lower back and holding you tight. Your kiss was paid in kind as he pressed his mouth against yours with ferocity. 

You pulled away for a moment before licking Leona's bottom lip and returning to kiss him again, as if you could not get enough of what you had started. Your own lips opened to meet Leona's own and the passion of the moment was enough to cause a moan to slip past your lips.

"Darling," you whispered against Leona's mouth, "bring me somewhere private." 

You begrudgingly pulled away, your lush lips colored in pink and were glossy from Leona's saliva. You were willing to give him more, to feel Leona's lips and tongue against your own with abandon. 

His grip had tightened on your waist. He felt your heart pounding against his own chest. His breath is hitched for a moment, as if the act of breathing has become a conscious effort. 

"You're mine," he whispered, "All of you."

His fingers moved up your neck to your ears and he whispered something in his language once again—something sweet and romantic. His eyes were sharp, but they were filled with a desire that was almost palpable.

"Yes..."  You sighed and closed your eyes. "I’m yours, my darling." 

Your relationship may have turned into something more as you both made your intentions known faster than any real relationship usually develops. Regardless, it did not matter for you both. The meaning of your whole interaction was crystal clear and you were not interested in being subtle or demure about it. 

You opened your eyes again and pressed your lips against Leona's. If you were going to give all yourself to the man, you wanted to have a taste of what you are going to lose if you were not to give all of yourself. 

After that last kiss, you pushed Leona away ever so slightly with a smoldering look on your face. "Now, don't make me wait, darling. I'll go mad."

You fixed your disheveled hair and clothes then looked back at the man, waiting for Leona to take you somewhere.

His breath is hitched at your words. His heart felt like it was going to beat straight out of his chest. The sound of blood rushing through his ears was all he heard. Leona looked at you for a moment before his eyes hardened and they burned.

His gaze traveled over your features. The way your clothes were slightly skewed added to your sexiness. Your lips were swollen from the kisses and your hair was rumpled and disheveled from his touch. You looked incredible and he felt the pull of desire like a strong magnet.

Leona kept staring at you through half lidded eyes. His expression was both playful and serious and there was a dangerous look to it that made your heart thrum in your chest. 

"Darling," he said, his voice was husky, "How about we make up for lost time and go to my apartment?"

He was not wasting any time. Leona took you by the hand and pulled you down the street as he continued speaking.

"I'll make us something to eat and we can..." Leona let his voice trail off, but you were given a clear hint of his plans for the night.

“Yes,” you fired back a hardly subtle flirtatious look.

Your heart was pounding as this was not a feeling you had expected in this arrangement. You had never met anyone like Leona who could make you burn with just one look. You were not questioning this feeling you felt. No amount of rationalism and logic can take it away. This was the most real thing you had ever felt and you did not mind laying some layers of your armor down.

Leona felt something stir in his core. Something that could not quite be explained in words. At this moment in time, Leona Kingscholar felt vulnerable. He took a step back with a small smile on his face and a flush high on his cheeks. Leona's expression turned into one of pure amusement as he studied you.

He opened his mouth as if he was to speak for a moment before shaking his head. His lips parted and there was an unspoken word that seemed to rest on his tongue for a moment before he finally said it.

"Follow me.”

Leona was headed for his car and got into the driver's seat. He watched as you climbed into the passenger's seat and fastened your seatbelt. You both stayed in silence for a few moments before Leona's gaze landed on your lips. He started the engine and pulled out of the parking space. He took a moment to clear his mind.

"Before I take you to my place," he said, his voice was laced with something almost sinister but just playful enough to be considered teasing. "I want you to do one more thing for me.”

You shot him a knowing look, your eyebrow arched as you placed your things at the backseat of the car. Soon, your eyes brazenly swooped Leona's figure behind the steering wheel. You tilted your head to the side with a come-hither expression mixed with amusement.

"Pray tell, Leona," you bit your lower lip, "Is it something I'd enjoy?”

“Oh, you will.” A devious smile spread across Leona's lips. "Just something to do with those kissable lips."

He glanced over at you and his expression became one of smolder. He took a deep breath and looked back to the road. His gaze moved back to you and settled on your lips again. His pulse quickened and his stomach was filled with butterflies from the anticipation that was practically electric.

"When I start to drive," he continued, his tone was low and almost a whisper. "Kiss me.”

Your expression went from a subtle smile into a full grin. "Wouldn't that be too much of a risk?" You chuckled, your body was fully turned towards the driver's seat. 

The car started to move slowly now and you ramped up your teasing. You could see Leona's jaw clenched and the way his fingers tightened their grasp on the steering wheel.

Leona swallowed hard and he could feel his stomach tighten, his mind filled with thoughts of doing something wild and reckless. Of putting all reason aside and doing something he might regret. He turned in his seat and met your gaze with a smile. 

"But I want to try something new." His ears flickered and his eyes went downcast and back up in a gesture that seemed almost teasing and playful. 

"Kiss me while I drive.” His gaze did not leave the road, but he could feel your fingers against him almost daring him.

"And I want you to tell me where you would want me to kiss you..." your voice trailed off. Your deft hand glided down on Leona's thighs, gently caressing the man's toned flesh up and down through his trousers, just barely touching Leona's growing huge bulge.

"Your pick," he murmured between a whisper and a groan. He shivered a little as his body reacted strongly to your touch. He could feel his face becoming hot as the blood rushed on it, feeling almost shy as he tried to resist. 

"As for where," he smirked, "I think you know well which spot I'm talking about.” Leona's breath hitched. Every cell in his body was alive with raw passion. He felt the heat rising on his skin, the way you caress his thighs sent shivers up his spine.

His eyes are fixed on the road in front of him. However, he could not seem to keep his eyes from glancing down. He did not dare to look at you, not while he's driving. He could not help but squirm a little in his seat as your hand caressed him. If you two were not in a moving vehicle, he would take you right there and claim you. No questions asked.

"Just drive slowly or stop driving if it becomes too much." Your lips curved into a devious grin. What you were about to do was certainly something a bit risky considering Leona was still driving the car. However, your devil's advocate side of your personality bested your rationale at the moment. 

So, you loosened your seatbelt and leaned closer to the driver's seat. With swift movements of your hands, you unbuckled Leona's belt and unzipped the man's trousers. 

"Oh? Just to my liking." A look of one being impressed colored your features as you laid eyes upon Leona's hardening dick. 

The bulge was huge alone and it certainly was impressive to the point your mouth shamelessly watered. You took a deep breath and kissed Leona's biceps through his suit jacket before going down on him—licking and sucking the cockhead and tasting him—as the man drove the car back to his apartment. 

Leona's face was flushed with intense passion and heat. His jaw slackened and a soft groan escaped his lips as you did whatever you wanted. He drove the car as best he could, which was not very good at all. His concentration and focus were entirely on the feeling of your warm and moist mouth around his cock.

The car zigzagged to the side from time to time, almost making it off the road and onto the sidewalks. But Leona hardly notices. He was lost in a world of bliss and your hands and mouth.

The car really veered onto the sidewalk now as it moved at a slow speed, almost hitting a cyclist. Leona's eyes were closed and he was panting heavily. He was completely immersed at the moment. His body was completely consumed by you and every nerve was on fire, every cell in his body alive with need and lust.

Leona was not driving—at least not like he was supposed to. His concentration was completely elsewhere, with you being the focal point of his universe. His voice was soft and hoarse. His eyes flickered in their sockets. 

"D-don't make me crash," Leona manages to mumble as he leaned back against the driver’s seat.

He glanced down at you and you could guess how flushed Leona's face was as he continued to drive whilst you gave him head. Leona let out a low groan, his heavy eyes were trained on the road ahead once again. 

He was doing his best to focus on the task at hand, to keep his attention on the car and its movements. But it was a real struggle, especially with your talented mouth on him.

You popped Leona's cock out of your mouth and almost sat back up. A soft chuckle slipped from your lips as your eyes glinted in mischief. Your face was flushed as well and your heart continued to pump blood more than it should; and your tongue reveled in the aftertaste of Leona’s precum.

"My god, you're like a drunk driver," you teased in barely a whisper. 

Your eyes darted from Leona's flustered face and back to still his hard cock, before you helped Leona in stopping the car on the side of the road. You wiped the sweat off Leona's forehead with a handkerchief and kissed his cheek.

"Let me drive back to your condo and we'll continue there," you quavered, as you tried your best not to laugh too much. You offered knowing damn well Leona had not come yet.

Leona was completely overwhelmed by the sensations you were giving him that he was not even fully aware of his surroundings anymore. He was lost in this moment of absolute lust and passion.

"Sevens..." he whispered. He leaned in and kissed your cheek as well. 

With one hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, he looked at you with a small smirk on his lips, still catching his breath.

"You better make up for this, darling," he said, his voice hoarse as he stared at the road ahead.

"Yes, Leona. You will always have me." Your expression softened then zipped Leona's pants back before you switched seats.

With Leona's guide, you drove the way back to Leona's apartment. After a few more minutes, the two of you were finally inside Leona's luxurious place and you did not have the time to observe and adore the aesthetics of the interior because he practically pounced on you as soon as the door was locked.

Leona pushed you against the wall as soon as he locked the door. Leona's lips move over your mouth, pressing lightly, playfully. 

"Oh, is someone eager to finish what he started in the car?" you whispered. You bit your lower lip as you eyed Leona. The heat was  palpable as you watched Leona push you against the wall.

Your mouths met once again, more passionate this time and both of you groaned into it. You tasted as divine as anyone can taste—and judging from the heat and intensity of Leona's kiss, he wanted more of you with every iota of his being.

Your bodies pressed against each other as Leona pulled you closer, his hands running up and down all over your body, cupping, molding you to the perfect shape he had always fantasized about. Leona's tongue pushed into your mouth, then he let out a moan, and your breaths mingled together as the kiss grew even deeper.

The moment between you both was filled with intense heat and passion. Your scent filled his senses and it was impossible to resist you. Leona could not bear it any longer and broke the kiss. 

"Bedroom," is all he muttered before dragging you towards his bedroom.

"You're so forward. I love that," you uttered, smiling up at the man whose eyes seemed to contain an intensity that could burn a hole through your body.

You were more than happy to let Leona take you to his bedroom, but you would like to return the favor... eventually. For now, you let yourself be taken to the bedroom and wait for whatever Leona has in mind.

The bedroom's door slammed shut and locked immediately as Leona pushed you into the room. 

"Get on the bed."

Leona pushed you down onto the bed and stood directly near the bed’s edge, looking down with a stern stare.

"Don't you ever forget it,” his expression was harsh and serious, although there was a hint of amusement in those emerald eyes.

His voice contained an authoritative and dominant tone, but there was a certain passion to it as well. The way he looked at you let you know exactly what Leona has in mind. 

"And don't move," Leona almost demanded as he left the bedroom. What could he possibly be doing?

While you wait for Leona to make a move, Leona's footsteps were heard coming towards the bedroom. 

He appeared in the doorway again with a box sitting in his hands. He smiled sweetly at you and sat on the edge of the bed before taking the lid off the box and opening it in front of you. 

"Just wait and see," he whispered, his tone full of excitement, his body tense with anticipation of what is to come. 

Leona took something out of the box and presented it to you. "Do you think it'll fit?"

That was it. Your heart had finally drummed loudly in your chest. You only had little idea what was going on right now.

Leona's eyes are focused on you, intense and full of desire. Your expression showed confusion, but there was also a hint of excitement. 

It did not take long for you to realize what Leona was trying to tell you, and your eyes lit up. Leona gave you the same look and the two of you were at each other as your bodies pressed close together.

Leona's eyes were on fire and his lips curved into a playful grin when he saw the excitement on your face.

"You're so ready for it, aren't you?" He chuckled and kissed your neck softly. "But just like you made me wait in the car, you'll have to wait again."

He moved slightly away from you. "Watch carefully as I'm going to put it on you.”

Leona opened the box fully and took out the item inside. He looked at it for a moment, considering what he was about to do. He glanced over at you, your gaze was on him as well—burning with desire and anticipation. Leona could see the thirst for him in your eyes. 

He moved again closer and placed one leg on the bed. Your eyes remain locked on him and you could not help but smile back at him before moving your hand closer to the box's content.

He picked it up and held it up in front of you. "Do you know what this is?" Leona whispered. He moved his hand up to the top of it and ran the tips of his fingers over it. His eyes are full of mischief and excitement. 

"I'm going to put it on you," his gaze moved from the item to you and back to the item again, "...and then," Leona whispered, his tone full of passion and heat, "I'll do to you what only I know how to do.”

Your lips parted in a soft hiss and you opened your mouth to speak but no  sound came out. Your eyes were glued to what Leona was holding, a sex toy—a transparent, big dildo—but not as impressive as Leona’s cock. The sight had caused your heart to beat faster and your breath trapped in your lungs. 

You could see Leona's amused reaction as he moved closer to you. Leona's nimble fingers slowly reached towards you and began to remove your clothes, piece by piece, with almost like an expert's touch. By the time he was done unfastening your clothes, Leona's breathing was ragged, his eyes were full of passion and lust. 

He kissed you again, then slowly moved down your body. He started with your shoulders, then kissed and sucked on your neck, before moving down to your chest. Your skin was hot and you could feel Leona's warm breath wafting against your skin. Leona took his time, exploring and adoring your body.

Leona's lips curved into a playful grin when he saw your look of complete lust and anticipation. He reached for a bottle lube that was also in the box and lathered his hands, your most sensitive parts and the said sex toy with it.

"Don't move," he whispered. "Just spread your legs." He moved closer, the lubed dildo was now in his grasp. His face was full of anticipation and playfulness. 

"Ready? We're going to find out just how much of a darling you can be." With that, Leona slowly yet surely slid the toy inside your entrance until it settled quite snuggly.

Your body trembled from the initial pleasure of your flesh stretching from the dildo’s intrusion. Your eyes almost immediately fluttered closed and moaned softly—trying to keep your composure. The feeling of the toy sliding inside you was unlike anything you have ever experienced before. A wave of pleasure washes over your body.

As Leona kissed your shoulders, your breathing quickened. You reached out to touch him, but remembered, "Don’t move."

Leona’s lips trailed kisses on your jaw, neck and collarbones, gradually increasing the intensity of what he was doing to you. You felt like you were losing control over your body at this point as you did short and sharp inhales. 

You opened your eyes and stared intently at Leona sitting in front of you and pumping the dildo inside your walls while showering you with kisses and nibbles..

"Ohh... Leona..." You groaned loudly when your lover moved it slightly faster. You could not keep still anymore and grasped at Leona’s hair.

Leona's hand went still, letting the movement of your hips bring you your own pleasure as you squirmed and moaned his name.

"That's it," Leona cooed. Your movements sent little shivers down his spine. You were so responsive and it turned him on harder than he already was. Leona's eyes were on you, watching you writhe in pleasure.

"Can you handle more?" he whispered as he slowly moved the dildo inside you again, as his face was adorned by a mischievous grin. 

He moved his mouth lower and bit your neck, gently at first, but then harder. Leona was enjoying the feeling of your body reacting to the electric sensations of his touches.

His voice became a hoarse whisper as he whispered again in your ear, "Is this feeling good, darling?”

"Ahh… yes, Leona," you whimpered, losing more and more control over your body as Leona's touch and the movement of the dildo inside you became more intense. The pleasure had started becoming too much to bear. 

You sighed and you were not able to speak properly at the moment. You were almost out of breath. There were a plethora of things that you wanted to say at once, but the sensation coursing throughout your body was so intense and so overwhelming, that you could not think of anything other than how amazing it was all. 

"Oh my god..." You moaned as your body squirmed around wildly on the bed. You could not help it.

You were moaning loudly, your voice was nothing more than a husky whisper. You reached out for Leona's back, your fingers digging into his skin as you tried to hold on to the man in front of you. 

"Leona, I can’t... yes, more...”

Leona's eyes twinkled with excitement as he watched you lose yourself in the pleasure you were experiencing. Leona took the toy out slowly, leaving you craving for more. He pressed his body against yours and pulled you a bit closer. 

"Do you want more of me?" he whispered in your ear, his voice laced with eagerness and lust. Leona's hand found your hand and he gripped it tightly. Your throat was making little noises of pleasure as Leona continued to touch you, moving the item inside you once again in the right spots, and the two of you found it hard to resist each other.

Leona's tongue slowly teased your ear and nibbled on it, which only adds to your pleasure. He moved the toy inside your clenching muscles with deliberate movements, teasing you for a few seconds before increasing the pace.

"Are you ready?”

Leona's hand was still entwined with one of yours. His eyes are locked on you, watching you lose control of yourself, watching you squirm and moan with pleasure. He watched that look of need and desperation on your face and smiled. 

"Say it," he taunted, his eyes shining with teasing light, his voice full of promise and intensity. "Say exactly what you want, darling herbivore."

As your breath caught in your throat, you looked at Leona with your desperate, half-lidded eyes. You licked your lips and tried to collect yourself, but you were lost in the feeling of pleasure that Leona was giving you.

You swallowed hard and tried to speak. "I want you," you whispered, your eyes burning with lust and excitement. "I want you inside me as well."

The way you held onto Leona was a testament to the words you spoke. You craved Leona's touch, his kisses, his words. You craved Leona. 

"I need you," you added. You needed to have Leona at the moment and you could not wait any longer.

Leona's heartbeat quickened and he felt a surge of intensity and pleasure. His voice was full of playfulness and love when he whispered back.

"And you'd have me, my darling." 

Leona's eyes were shining with desire as he brought his mouth to yours again. Your lips met for a soft and gentle kiss, but it became more heated and intense after a few seconds. 

He pulled away and smiled at you. His eyes were filled with desire and his voice was deep with affection.  "Do you need me right now?” 

“Yes… I want you to fuck me,” you snapped back an answer quickly.

Leona's eyes burned with desire and promise as you whispered exactly what Leona wanted to hear. "And you'll get me," he said with a low, husky tone.

He leaned closer to your body and slowly reestablished the dildo’s movement back inside you. His eyes were fixated on your face and occasionally glanced at your stimulated entrance—which was emitting amorous squelching sounds in every thrust—making sure that you were completely lost in the vortex of pleasure.

"Mmm, yes, Leona... more... this feels amazing..." You moaned audibly when Leona moved the item inside your body again. Your body squirmed and arched in pleasure, making sounds and making Leona more excited to give you what you wanted. 

"I always get what I want," Leona whispered. He sounded confident and you could tell that Leona meant every word of it. The man swiftly removed his clothes, letting himself get completely exposed in front of you.

You grabbed at Leona's biceps, your fingers digging into the man's arms. You were breathless as your body responded to his touches and kisses. Leona's confident, teasing words and his naked physique made your blood boil with utter anticipation. You knew you should say something, but words are just too hard to come by at the moment. 

Only one thing is sure, you wanted more of Leona. You really needed to have him. The sheer want and need were consuming you, burning you with desire, and no amount of self control was going to stop you from getting what you wanted. 

You were greedy of Leona and there was nothing you wanted more than to have your faux fiancé's cock together with the toy inside you. It may have sounded intimidating, but you were open to experiencing such pleasure... and pain.

Leona grinned mischievously as your moans grew louder and you started begging for more. He held onto you tightly, almost pinning you to the bed. 

The feline man was hungry for you. He was hungry for you in a way that he had never felt before. He was greedy too—almost possessive—which was a vague indication that he probably wanted to have you way before your faux engagement. 

Leona's kisses traveled from your lips to your neck and you could feel your body writhing and moving under his touch. Your hands were everywhere on Leona now, gripping the man's body tightly. 

Leona loved this. He adored that desperate want coming from you. He watched your contorted, pleasured expression as he moved the dildo slowly in and out of you as deep as you had let him.

"You'll get more than this," Leona whispered, "Let yourself feel everything and I'll give you everything."

And so he did, he gave you what you wanted despite not being told explicitly. Leona positioned himself after spreading your thighs further. You could barely think straight at this moment. 

"Yes," you murmured, then bit your lips. Your body was quivering and the incredible pleasure continued to ripple throughout your body and you did not want it to ever stop. 

The thought of being both penetrated by the toy and Leona left you feeling hotter and breathless; and you made sorts of little whimpers as you tried to hold back. You were almost in pain from the sheer arousal you felt between your legs—but the pleasure bested the other.

Your glazed eyes were fixed at Leona with a pleading look—wanting everything from him. You wanted Leona's touch so much and wanted to feel it everywhere. And it made you surprised with yourself.

"Please," was all you could manage to mumble at this point.

Leona cock was also lubed now; and with the most gentle and slowest pace, Leona slid himself inside you while the toy was occupying your needy hole—which had made your insides incredibly tight around both his cock and the dildo.

"I'll give you everything I have and more." His voice was deep and passionate. He held onto your waist tightly and kept his cockhead stretched the way for his whole length as he continued to slowly kiss your neck and collarbones. 

"You're mine now, mine to possess", he whispered.

Leona's breaths were heavy with heat. He started to move his hips at a titillating slow pace, which gradually became slightly more intense with each thrust. Leona's lips left your neck and he kissed you on the lips. 

"You are mine," Leona softly moaned as he moved slowly inside your tight walls. "I'll have you all night," he whispered again and his voice was husky. 

His lips met yours in another fiery kiss as he held onto your body tightly, letting the sex toy move together and against his cock inside you. As he does, the sound of flesh meeting flesh was heard, a loud and wet sound that filled each corner of the room.

You were now fully lost in the feeling of pleasure that Leona was giving you. Your mind was drifting farther as Leona’s cock reached deeper than the toy, as your mind was being consumed by the cascading pleasure and pain you were experiencing. The way Leona's manhood hit deep inside you and the way the toy moved with the man's thrusts, made a pleasurable burning sensation on your skin as they both stretched your walls and entrance out.

"You're so tight," Leona chuckled. Leona moved faster and with more intensity each time he thrust himself inside you.

As Leona moved slowly and then picked up the pace, your whole body squirmed and moved underneath the man. Your eyes were shut tight and you were letting out whimpers with each movement.

He was doing it very carefully so he could enjoy every moment of it. With each stroke, he knew that you were feeling more pleasure.  As the pace continued to pick up, Leona's kisses on your lips and neck grew more intense as well. He gave you a taste of exactly how demanding he can be when it comes to claiming what's his.

Leona held you tightly and put one hand around your throat. There was a slight pressure, but he was sending a message to you. The feeling of being slightly suffocated added to the pleasure as you felt more and more desperate for Leona's touch, desperate for Leona's dominance over you.

Your muscles clenched more around Leona's cock as you gripped him tightly on the shoulders, nails scratching and digging Leona’s skin. Your eyes were locked on Leona, your breath was quick and your heart raced even more. You could not take more and you were already so close to the edge. Your moaning and whimpering grew louder with the rhythm of Leona’s thrust. 

"Tell me what you are," Leona whispered, "Tell me what you are for me."

The hand on your throat began to tighten, just a little. It was not painful, but enough that you might start to feel the lack of oxygen.

"Tell me," Leona said again, "I want to hear you speak my name.”

Your voice was husky and hoarse from your moans and his grip around your neck, and your body was squirming and moving underneath Leona. 

"You're... my... owner," you uttered hoarsely, "I'm yours..."

Leona's grip on your throat tightened more and you could feel the lack of oxygen. You felt light-headed but you continued to obey Leona's commands. 

"You're mine and only mine," Leona murmured. "Mine to own, to use, to dominate..." He put his mouth to your ear and whispered, "You belong to me."

Your face was flushed red and eyes were half-shut. You could not control your body anymore and all of your focus is on Leona. 

"Yours," you whispered back, "I am yours."

For you, giving up control to Leona was a huge deal. Saying those three words to someone was not something that you do often, but for Leona, you were surprised of how you were so willing to do it. You wanted to give yourself almost entirely to Leona, so compelled to submit to the man like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Yes," Leona replied, his voice laced with emotion. "Mine."

Leona kept his tight grip around your throat, still not in a painful way, but Leona was holding you now right on the edge of where you were about to lose yourself in pleasure more than you already are.

He let go of your neck and leaned backwards off the top of your body. He gave you a devilish grin, and then the toy was out—and you were feeling the full power of Leona's cock inside you.

Your fingers dug into Leona's back. Your mouth opened into a moan as your body moved frantically under Leona's touch. Your legs locked around your fiancé in a vice grip.

"God!" you exclaimed, your voice shaking with passion. You tried to slow down the pace again and gain control, but miserably failed. You breathed heavily and were unable to speak as though it would take too much effort to do so. You were lost in the abyss of pleasure, only able to let out little whimpers and squeals as Leona moved inside you. 

What little control you had been able to retain were all gone. You did not want to fight Leona's touch; you were craving it, demanding it. You wanted to give yourself to the man in front of you, and wanted this to be Leona's best experience. 

Leona moved your legs to the side to place you in a better position. His hand slid back around your throat, but again, not painfully tight but enough to maintain control. One hand gripped the side of your body to give support as Leona started to move again.

The sound of your bodies coming together filled the room. And each time he moved inside you, Leona grew more intense as his touches and his kisses became more passionate and full of desire. He was doing this as much for himself as he was doing it for you.

"Let it go," Leona commanded. "Give yourself to me."

You felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Each thrust brought you one step closer to that final act of lust and the sweet, sweet release. Warm air hit your face as he started to puff his breath, it felt like he could explode as well. His hips were moving with haste, each movement bringing him closer to climax as well.

"Almost there," he teased. "What could you say for me to help you get there?”

"Use me as you wish, Leona," you whispered in a broken voice. "Make me yours."

The words flew out of your mouth and then you stopped. Your eyes were glazed over, you were so close now. You bit your lips and tried hard to control yourself, but you could not, the pleasure of being filled by Leona's cock in successive hard thrusts was too good for you to resist.

"I'm yours," you murmured breathlessly, and then the words came out of you in a deep groan. 

The tension in your muscles, in your body, became so sharp. Your moans were shaky, your breath was weighted and your mind was fuzzy. You were right there. A little more and you would explode. Your body was moving faster and faster beneath Leona as you tried to clung onto that tiny bit of control that was left. But deep down, you knew that control was all but lost. You were already too deep.

"Leona…" you whispered, "Please.”

Your eyes were fixed on Leona, on his face, his expression, but Leona could feel that your gaze was not just focused on him, but something else as well. Something that would make you reach the edge faster.

"Yes, darling," Leona replied. "You’re mine." 

Leona's movements became quick and relentless as he moved inside you. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh became increasingly louder as he moved with more intensity. 

"Yes... yes, oh god," he whispered again. 

Leona was almost there, he felt the rush of pleasure coming on and he could feel it building from the center of him to its outer edge. He moved against you with frantic pace, his hands squeezing at your ass then back to your hips, tightening his grip there.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. The feeling that you were able to experience at Leona's touch, his scent, his movements, the sensations as your body responded to all of this was heavenly.

"Leona... I can't take it anymore," you gasped sharply, "I can't hold it in."

Your body was shaking, your muscles tightened even further around his shaft. You were at the edge, and it was only a matter of time before you would lose yourself in pure ecstasy.

You whimpered loudly and pushed back against Leona, your eyes squeezed shut as you approached the summit of pleasure. Your breaths were caught inside your lungs as you held them in. Your hands curled into a ball as you gripped the sheets tightly, fingers pressing into the material and then you broke—and let out a sharp moan, your body was writhing against Leona as you experienced the pleasure of climax.

"Mine, my precious fiancé," Leona cooed in a low voice as his body let out a deep moan that rocked his entire frame.

He pulled you back in, into his body again. He grabbed you by the arms, pushing you against his chest as he gripped onto you. He leaned down and kissed you, hungrily, passionately. His thrusts slowed down as he moved deep inside you, wanting to drag out the pleasure longer. Each stroke was more gentle than the last as the feeling of pleasure turns to one of peace. He held you in him and it was warm, comforting even.

Leona was close to his climax as well. Your movements were sending him over the edge. He held onto you tight as he let out a sound of pleasure himself. He rolled his hips as he pushed inside you all the way and felt the heat pulsating between the two of you. Both of you were locked together from passion. Leona's body jolted in ecstasy as he released it all.

You two shared a moment of intense pleasure followed by an explosion that gave Leona a moment of silence, where he was just breathing and feeling the ecstasy fade. He had to catch his breath as much as you do.

Your body went limp underneath Leona's. Your breath was shaky, your voice hoarse, and you were still trying to keep your eyes open. It was like you were being swallowed by Leona's embrace. Leona's cock was still throbbing with ecstasy and you felt it twitched as he filled you up with his semen. The sensation of Leona's climax was a powerful one and it lingered for some time between the two of you.

"Leona..." you called, your voice was husky. Breathless. You had just experienced a high unlike any other. You were feeling hot, flushed and alive.

"That was..." you paused as you attempted to control the heat still sweeping through your body. "That was everything I wasn't sure I wanted." You smiled softly at Leona. "You made me want it." 

"I love you.” A few simple yet powerful words were said. He had just confessed with a tone full of sincerity. Leona’s hands ran through your hair and he sighed softly. He was exhausted from the intense feelings building inside him and he felt you still pulsating around him and the sensations that come with that.

"I love you," Leona repeated. "You're my whole world. And if you want, I'll make you mine—truly mine." 

Leona leaned down and kissed you with renewed passion. He finally confessed his feelings and his intentions he wanted to tell from the start. The arranged engagement was not just a publicity stunt, it was a ploy to have you for himself. He knew he danced around the bush for a long time and tested the waters since the thought of his deep affection being unreciprocated somehow scared him.

Leona's voice filled the room as he spoke again, "I'm yours. You belong to me. Marry me.”

[luciferism]

[ "Symphony of Love & Desire" ]

Malleus x GN!Reader

Summary: It was Malleus' birthday and a party was being held at the Diasomnia dormitory. The formalities and main event of the party was done. You, Malleus' classmate and close friend, was pushed by your peers to sing a song requested by the band for further tonight's entertainment. You agreed to sing the song after a brief musing.

Tags: 18+, one shot smut, eventual smut, birthday fic (sort of), lots of kissing because I love it, porn with feelings, power play, dom/sub, slight degradation, hickeys, rough sex, pwp, creampie, multiple orgasm, brief oral sex (receiving)

A/N: I certainly have a type and Malleus is one of the addition. Yes, I'm now diving with my non-existent cock first at the LEGAL twst boys—especially Malleus. Also yes, I'm posting about another character's birthday instead of my side chick: Idia Shroud.

Word Count: 10.3K

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Malleus Draconia, the birthday celebrant, was seated at a table in the center of the dorm’s lounge. He looked even more stunning and regal in his white dress suit—a common outfit worn by birthday celebrants at the Night Raven College—that exquisitely hugged his tall figure and mesomorphic physique. He enjoyed the sights, sounds, and smells of the festivities.

The party was nearly over, most of the important affairs having been done, most of the guests gone already and those left were enjoying the last dregs of conversation and food. The main banquet hall had been cleaned up after the main course had been served. It was a splendid feast, with roasted meats, baked sides, and an array of soups and salads. After that, there was a delightful dessert course, featuring a variety of chocolate, baked, and creamy delicacies.

You stepped through the ornate double doors of the large lounge where the party was currently being held. The band at the front of the room had begun to play a slow, melodic song. The lights dimmed for a moment, before coming up bright again as a spotlight shined on you. Everyone's eyes were on you now, and the room waited with breathless anticipation.

You took to the stage before the crowd. You were dressed accordingly and you looked composed as you clutched the microphone stand. With a deep breath, you allowed your eyes to adjust to the sudden change in lighting before moving forward. You had been pushed into a role of prominence that you were far from comfortable with, but you let yourself loose for the night.

Malleus had remained the majority of the evening in his seat, content with observing the room and taking note of any little tidbit that may interest him. The band had continued their soft, slow melody, setting the perfect atmosphere for your announcement.

As the first cheers of support came from around the room, Malleus also began to applaud in support. He was just as entertained by this yearly ritual as any other, even if you did not always seem to be in the best spirits.

"Sing it loud!" He was heard to say, and the room followed his example.

Inwardly cursing yourself for falling victim to peer pressure, you took your place on the stage that had been set up. Your dread was not evident in your confident stance and easy demeanor. Your voice cut through the chatter when you lifted the microphone and called for silence.

"My gentlefolk. You know who I am, and what I am here to do, of course. As tradition dictates, this evening is to be entertaining and memorable, as I have the honor of providing this night's entertainment."

You scan the coagulation of students and some teachers then spot your gaze upon your peers that pushed you on the stage at the side—cheering you on. You shake your head as a faint smile appears on your lips.

You took a deep breath when the band started to play the intro of the song that they have requested for you to sing. Some students of the crowd clapped when they recognized the instrumental intro of the song. Surely, you wonder about their song choice. Nevertheless, you know the song by heart and it seemed there was no room for negotiation for this one.

As you kept singing, you found yourself enjoying the act; and Malleus kept watching, paying extra close attention to you now. Every lyric sung and every note hit with precision and beauty. The first lines of verses were sung with the full support of the room, which sent Malleus' spirits soaring.

Even with Malleus still in his seat, he leaned in closer, his eyes glued on you as you sang. A light sweat broke out on his forehead despite how well climate controlled the room was, and he took a few quick breaths to compose himself, though this did little to help his attraction towards you.

You looked at the crowd again with a smile on your face, your eyes moving over each and every person there. Your voice was sweet and smooth, your delivery was almost perfect and… sensuous as Malleus would interpret it. For all your unassuming manner, your presence was strong and striking as you stood and moved in front of that audience.

Malleus' eyes had remained on you from the very start, and he felt as if he had been hypnotized in place by your voice. He felt like a teen boy again, his face still a slight tint of rosy, his attention focused on you. He took deep breaths, but his heart began to beat a bit faster. His eyes followed every movement of your lips, every expression that crossed your face.

As you began to sing the climax of the song, Malleus could not help but become completely enamored with the way your body and movement expressed the emotions of the song. Each motion, each word said it all; that this was no longer a performance, but something more personal.

Malleus was breathing quite heavily, and a fine sheen of glisten covered his face now, feeling his heart beat faster and harder than he had felt in years. He stared at you, eyes glued to every breath, every blink, every motion. In a moment of weakness, he even licked his lips before he realized what he was doing. Every word that came from your lips felt like a dagger to his heart, though they were quite beautiful.

You took a deep breath as the song reached its final chorus, your wandering eyes watched the crowd and your eyes met with Malleus'; and you both shared a knowing expression. Your eyes remained locked with each other, and you could feel Malleus' eyes on you as well. Not an ounce of your feelings were left to interpretation.

Malleus' breath was caught in his throat and he watched you with an almost trance-like state. As you finished the song, your eyes still remained locked, and the room seemed to disappear as Malleus remained focused entirely on you. The final chorus brought him closer and closer to the ledge of madness, as a wave of heat and excitement covered him. He licked his lips again, it is as if this entire song was written by you and with him as the subject.

Malleus felt his fingers curling as he resisted the urge to grab you by the collar or brush his fingers through your hair. The song had him in a sort of ecstasy, having played on his emotions in a way he never expected possible. The emotions played in a symphony of his senses, and it was all he could do to remain seated.

You remained staring at Malleus with the same warm, slightly mischievous smile on your face that you wore since the beginning of your singing. As you had been in the center of the crowd, you now felt Malleus' eyes on you as you shared a moment of silence.

"Thank you gentlemen, I hope you were entertained by my performance for our dear Malleus' birthday."

You held Malleus' gaze for a few seconds longer than was comfortable, and then you turned away and greeted a cheering audience with a bow, your smile never breaking. You walked off the stage to a raucous applause, your face still slightly flushed with effort and excitement.

Malleus could feel his heartbeat out of his chest, his emotions a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. He could not even hide his blush, nor turn his eyes away from your figure as you walked off stage with grace.

He remained seated for just a moment, taking deep breaths and hoping that you could not see just how excited he was at the song performance. Malleus could have sworn that you had planned for this show, and if you did, it was the most clever, well executed act of seduction Malleus had ever seen.

He took a moment to compose himself, but the images of you and the chorus kept playing in his mind. He was surprised to see how many members of the audience had their phones out and were recording the moment. Malleus took a deep breath once again and recollected himself as best he could, wanting to catch up with you before you left.

Malleus waited a few minutes, knowing that you had been performing on stage and probably needed to catch your breath and collect yourself. When he started making his way through the crowd, he spotted you off to the side in an empty hallway.

He made his way towards you, his heart beating so loudly he thought that it would give away his approach. When he finally reached the corner, he rounded the wall and saw you standing by yourself with your arms behind your back, eyes glued on the dark gothic paintings plastered on the walls.

Malleus took a deep breath and walked over, clearing his throat slightly as he approached. He hesitated for a moment, trying to decide whether to tell you how he truly felt. He took a deep breath and spoke.

"I have never... I have never heard someone sing like you do," his words were quiet, his tone soft and reserved. He could feel himself beginning to blush again.

"That... that song, you really sang it. You performed it perfectly, and I can't thank you enough. I have never been so... so mesmerized, so completely captivated by a song like that. Your voice…”

You turned at the sound of Malleus' voice and smiled at him, taking a moment to look the man up and down. The look that passed between the two of you was a telling one, and it was quite obvious that you both knew what was going on.

"Well, thank you for your words of appreciation, Malleus," you began to walk over to Malleus, hands still behind your back.

"I only did what I think would entertain me and the audience as well."

Your expression was that of interest, a sly and playful smile spreading out across your face as you began to take in the well-crafted suit and the handsome face of your friend. You also caught the light blush that was creeping towards Malleus' cheeks, and the way his breathing hitched ever so slightly. The man's expression was one of subtle excitement and eager anticipation.

Malleus met your gaze as he approached, his face flushing brighter with each moment. You might have been the most attractive person Malleus had ever met, as he would now admit despite the two of you being quite closer than he is to most people; and it was quite obvious that he was just as captivated by your figure as he had been by your impromptu performance.

As you drew closer, Malleus took a deep breath and stood up straight, trying to maintain some composure despite the overwhelming emotions washing over him. He placed his hands together and looked away from you for a moment before looking back again.

"I... I wanted to say.”

Malleus let out a nervous chuckle—which is a far cry from his normal disposition—feeling your presence like a warm glow around him as your eyes remained locked. You had a way of making him feel nervous and excited in all the right ways.

"I... It was... that song hit a chord with me that... I don't think I've felt that way in ages. And the way you sang it... I have had that song on a loop in my head for days, but the way you sang..."

He took a breath and tried to calm himself, "You're... magnificent.”

You smiled, eyes remaining locked with Malleus'. You took a small step closer, leaning in and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, a playful glint in your eyes.

"Magnificent am I? My performance must have really hit a chord then, to make you say something so... intimate about it. I am pleased I was able to please you so, Malleus."

You leaned in just a bit closer as you looked up at Malleus' unequivocally attractive features, a slight smile graced your lips.

"And I suppose I should also thank you for being such a fantastic classmate and a friend." You gave Malleus a light wink, the two of you smiling back and forth before Malleus looked away, his face still a bit flushed.

Your eyes twinkled, your smile growing and your gaze still lingering for a moment before you tilted your head upwards and pressed your lips against Malleus' own in a slow and gentle kiss.

Malleus was absolutely caught off guard by the sudden kiss, caught completely in the whirlwind of your lips. It was the most romantic thing anyone had done for him. Malleus felt lightheaded, feeling his body tremble as his body grew more flushed.

The moment was surreal, and so many emotions crashed and flooded through you at once. You could feel your feet leave the floor as your lips pressed against his own, his arms wrapped around you as you both relished in the moment. Malleus felt as if time stood still, and for a moment everything else in the world just faded away. His mind was filled with a mix of elation and confusion as his heart raced at the sheer excitement of the moment.

It was so tender and gentle, but every inch of it said "I have wanted this for a while".

Malleus had to bite his bottom lip to prevent a moan from escaping him. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, and he felt completely and wholly weak. He wanted to kiss you for a long time, and he never knew how your first kiss together would feel so wonderful.

You held Malleus gently as the kiss lingered for just a moment, though to you it felt like hours. You felt yourself begin to puff, not from the act of kissing but from the pure emotion coursing through you. Malleus was more than a friend to you, more than an intimidating figure to fear, he was someone who you could not help but admire and adore.

You could feel Malleus' body tense, yet there was a warmth and ease that could bring him comfort and make him melt in your grasp. You could feel Malleus' heart pounding against his chest, and he wrapped his other arm around your waist as the kiss lingered for another moment.

Sooner, you felt Malleus' hands grip your neck and shoulder, your chest heaving with your breathing and your heart racing. You could feel the way that Malleus felt you, wanted you... it was as if you were in a dream.

You pulled away from the kiss, your hand cradling Malleus' jaw, your thumb slowly stroking over his lips. You stayed close to Malleus, still looking up at him, your eyes peering deeply into the fae's soul.

"Did you enjoy your birthday present, Malleus?”

Malleus stood there, staring into your eyes as his mind and heart were still racing. For a moment, the only sound that Malleus could hear was his heart beating, pounding so hard it felt like his chest might explode.

"I... I don't think I could have ever imagined such a... perfect gift. I... I just..."

Malleus looked down at the ground as he tried to collect himself. Then, he finally got the nerve to look down directly at you. He still felt utterly weak in your presence, and you had only seemed to grow more stunning since the kiss. It was as if you were a perfect figure, every movement a dance, every look an enticement.

"Yes, I enjoyed it more than I have ever thought possible." Malleus gave you a brief, but passionate kiss. His heart was racing and his breath was short as he stepped back. He wanted to taste your lips again and he knew that he was in too deep now.

You let the kiss linger for a moment, gently leaning your head toward Malleus. When Malleus pulled away, you smiled and nodded, your expression one of understanding and appreciation. You could see the passion in Malleus' eyes, and you knew just how smitten the man was.

Just then, your eyes sparkled with a deep sense of playfulness and mischief, your hand that was still resting on Malleus' jaw went to Malleus' collar. With a light chuckle, you leaned your head upwards once more and pressed your lips to Malleus'; and your other hand pulled the back of Malleus' head, as your lips chafing onto his.

After what felt like hours of lips pressing in the most tender graze, you begrudgingly pulled away for breath.

"I love you, Malleus. I've been wanting to tell you that for a while now," you said with sincerity as your emotions poured out in the open for Malleus.

It was a long time coming and you were given the perfect opportunity to confess the love you felt for the few years you had known together.

Malleus was speechless, his heart racing to a point where he thought it might explode. The kiss was tender, sweet, and his desire to kiss you one more time was intoxicating. Malleus felt his heart ache from the separation, his very soul wanting to join with you, and he knew that if he did not make a move quickly he would regret it.

Malleus wrapped both hands around the back of your head and pulled you back to himself. He leaned in with no hesitation and pressed his lips to yours once more.

The kiss became more deep, slow, and completely immersive. Malleus' emotions had taken full control over him as he kissed you with a passion and love he had never felt before. Malleus pressed against you, his arms sliding under your shirt and his hands rubbing your back and shoulders; and you could hear the faint rustling of your clothes. He took the initiative of this kiss, wanting to take everything he could from you and give him everything back in turn. He wanted to give you every ounce of his body, to show you just how much he cared.

When you felt Malleus take control of the kiss, your eyes flickered open in surprise. You had never experienced anyone quite so assertive and bold, and it made you feel almost like a younger teen that had their first crush touch their hand for the first time all over again—your legs growing weak and your body quaking. You had to hold on tight to Malleus to keep yourself grounded, your mind swimming so much that you couldn't put words to your feelings.

Malleus held onto you as tight as he possibly could, his hot breath wafting on your face as his heart pounded like thunder. He was completely and unequivocally in love, and there was nothing that he wanted more than to feel your lips upon his forever. The entire world could fall to disarray, and Malleus would still keep his hold strong over the person he had fallen for.

When it finally ended, you were breathless, the passion of the kiss and the heat that it brought with it being almost more than you could bear. As your eyes slowly opened you felt Malleus' hands rub your back, his arms sliding underneath your shirt as he pressed his hand against your chest, his body pressed against yours as tight as he could.

You knew Malleus' intentions and your heart felt like it would jump out of your chest and bid you goodbye.

Your throat imperceptibly bobbed and spoke in a hushed tone, "Take me where nobody can see and disturb us."

Malleus pulled you close to him as he felt your legs giving way underneath him. Every inch of your body pressed against Malleus', and the feeling of your warm body pressed against his own felt better than any drug.

He didn't hesitate the moment you asked to be taken somewhere private, his arms wrapped around you as he lifted you off the floor. His lips pressed against your ear and he whispered seductively.

"Hold on tight."

Malleus was already in the process of pulling you to a secluded corner of an empty hallway, far away from the event and away from the crowded lounge. The corners were dark and empty as he carried you close around the corner, his hands occupied with your body. Malleus' expression was of excitement and passion, and his voice was deep and heavy as he spoke.

"You have no idea how much I have wanted you.” Malleus' heart was racing, his body practically buzzing with excitement. The moment had finally come, and he was going to cherish it to its fullest extent.

Your hands were wrapped around his neck, and Malleus felt your head pressed into the crook of his neck as he held you to his chest. You made your way to his room, where nobody was nearby, the door was locked, and the mood was intimate and exciting.

Malleus leaned against the wall, pressing you against it. Malleus' free arm and hand slid down your back and down your hip, his fingers brushing against the fabric and tracing the figure beneath. His other hand stayed wrapped around the back of your head, holding you against the wall as he slowly kissed you more and more. The kiss was aggressive and Malleus was finally taking what he wanted. Malleus' mouth was a warm, deep, and tender caress as it played over your mouth and chin and cheek.

Malleus finally broke your lips apart. Your eyes locked upon one another as your hearts raced and your breath was heavy, and then Malleus' fingers wandered over your shirt and he began to slowly unbutton it. He moved slowly, his hands touching your body in all the right places as he whispered seductively.

"Take a deep breath my dear, for things are about to become... quite intense.”

You had the greatest difficulty in taking a deep breath when Malleus' fingers started to unbutton your shirt. You watched the man's lithe fingers work their way over the fabric of your shirt, and your body felt like it had been set ablaze.

"Mm... Malleus..." your voice trembled just a little as you spoke.

You had never felt someone take such control over the situation, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Your voice was breathy, and you could feel your mind trapped in a haze as the excitement only grew and grew.

Your breath went in and out in short bursts of air and your very soul practically boiling under Malleus' attention. The man before you was the epitome of power and status, your ideal of success, and you were utterly intoxicated under his touch.

"Whatever you want, Malleus, take it. I'll be yours."

This had been your dream for the longest time, and now it was going to be made a reality.

Malleus smiled as he continued to slowly unbutton your shirt. His hands felt the warm skin beneath, feeling the muscles contract and loosen as his breath caressed your neck. As the buttons of your shirt were fully undone, Malleus slid the shirt off of your body and leaned down to lightly brush his lips against your collarbone.

Malleus slipped his arms around your waist, his warm breath hitting your skin as he whispered seductively, "There is something I would very much like to do to you, my dear.”

Malleus' lips pressed back against your collarbone, his warm breath gently caressing your skin. His hands ran over your back and sides, his fingers rubbing and caressing the figure of your body while his lips began to work their way down your chest. His warm breath continued to hit your skin with each exhalation, and his hands kept moving over your body.

Malleus' lips kept on softly brushing against your skin, his hands gripping your hip as he leaned down to your ear. Your breath was ragged, and Malleus' voice had the distinct sound of dominance about it. His voice was deep and rich, and the words were slow and deliberate.

"I would very much like... to kiss... all of the parts of your body... inch by inch." Malleus slowly slid your pants down, his lips still caressing your neck as he spoke in a whisper.

Malleus paused, his lips still against your neck. The man was flushed with adrenaline, his muscles tense as his body practically vibrated with the heat that grew within.

"May I?" Malleus' breathing was short, and his body quivered with the anticipation of what he wanted to do next. His grip on you tightened as his lips slipped away and he looked directly into your eyes. Malleus looked like a hunter, and he was about to take his prize.

You couldn't contain yourself and the response was already bubbling to the surface. You were practically a bundle of raw nerves and anticipation, and the voice you heard was like that of honey on your ears.

"Please... yes... do it. Please, I want every inch of your lips on my body," you sounded desperate, your breathing ragged and your voice shaking with the intensity of the moment. It wasn't just a thought or a desire for you, it was a need, a hunger that could only be sated in this moment by Malleus.

Malleus gently kissed your neck, his lips and the breath from his words caressing your skin and you felt like your skin was burning in every kiss. Your pants were down to your ankles in another moment, and your eyes were focused on Malleus, locked onto the fae's eyes.

The atmosphere was filled with a charged tension, and Malleus could feel your eyes exploring him as well. His fingers brushed across your body as he leaned over you, his lips pressed once again on your neck. His kisses were driving you insane. You wanted the man to take you, to explore every inch of you, and to make you his entirely.

"Please, don't just say it, Malleus, do it," the words were soft and breathless, a plea from you to your friend, now lover.

This was real, you could feel it with the touch and the words of the man looming before you. Your skin continued to burn, and your legs were weak from the excitement and the passion. Your eyes flickered open and the words in your mind left your lips.

"Take what you wish, my love. I am yours." Your expression changed to one of quiet desperation, as if the very words came from your soul itself.

"Love." Malleus spoke the word as if it were honey in his mouth. Malleus leaned over you, his eyes and lips locked on yours, and he was enjoying watching your reactions. He breathed it, whispered it, and let the word linger as his lips moved down your neck, his teeth slightly biting down, and his tongue softly tasting your skin. His hands moving to your hips and holding you.

There was no more time for games, and now it was time for passion.

Slowly, Malleus took off his suit jacket and threw it onto a nearby chair. The two of you were inside his dorm room, and there was something romantic about getting close to the person he wanted so badly and finally having you all alone. Malleus' own breath was coming in short and heavy puffs as his eyes feasted on your mess of a quivering naked body.

Your eyes widened and blushed as Malleus took off his jacket and threw it onto the chair. Your breath came in short puffs, and your heart raced in your chest. Your every nerve and muscle aches for Malleus to do to you what you both had been waiting for. You saw the fae prince in a different light, and it was more intense and intoxicating than you could ever have imagined.

You felt like you were dreaming, your eyes staring up at Malleus as he went topless. His body was hot, his flesh was warm, and his skin was tingling with desire. Malleus' touch was both tender and rough, as if he was being gentle whilst preparing to pounce on you, and you let out a soft moan as the man’s hands touched you.

Every inch of your flesh tingled as Malleus touched you and his breath drifted across your skin like a fine mist. You wanted nothing more than to lose yourself in the moment, to forget that you were inside Malleus’ dorm room and give your heart over the man that was making your soul sing.

Malleus moved slowly, his eyes locked on yours as his lips found their target. He kissed you slowly, intimately, in a way that showed that your moment together was not one based on lust or obsession but on a desire for something much deeper and more meaningful.

Malleus pulled you close, and his arms came around you. Malleus' tongue darted around your jaw to your ear, and your own breath was coming in short and heavy gasps as you felt the fire between them grow once more.

Malleus' fingers slowly traced the outline of your body as he kissed you more. His lips danced across your abdomen and further down your hips. Your pants were down to your ankles, and Malleus was feeling your leg shake.

He kissed your thigh as he spoke. "I cannot wait any longer.”

You found yourself unable to speak, your body reacting to the man before you and your desires overwhelming your words. You wanted to scream out in pleasure and passion. Your body was burning hot from Malleus' touch, and your own hands were slowly stroking the man's back.

"Then... take me," you whispered, your words soft and breathy. "I'm yours... in every way."

The word seemed to come from your soul itself, and you let your arms fall limp. You felt like you couldn't hold yourself up any longer. The touch in Malleus' hands and tongue both drove you crazy as you felt your control over yourself fading fast.

Malleus slowly kissed his way up once again to your stomach, and your eyes were shut tight as you felt the heat increase; and your own hands were trembling as you felt everything about your senses heightened.

There was no time for games, and no time for play. The two of you wanted each other and it was time to finally be together. Malleus slowly lifted your legs, and your fingers were biting into the mortars of the wall behind you.

"You are mine and I am yours." Malleus' voice was a husky whisper, and his voice was filled with a passion and excitement he had never been able to express or feel before.

Malleus brushed one hand over your crotch as you stood weakly on your feet, making your back pressed and rubbed against the concrete wall. Your body was twitching. It sounded and looked like your breath was escaping in short and shallow puffs like an untended fire, your eyes fluttering and closing just to open wide and stare into Malleus' own.

You felt it building up inside, this deep craving and desire that you felt only grew the longer it remained unfulfilled. Your skin felt like it was ablaze, you could feel it burning under Malleus' tongue and lips.

"More... please," your voice was soft, and his breathing was loud.

"Malleus..." you whispered once again, your voice laced with lust and a desire for more. You were almost speechless, and your head was rolling back against the wall and you mustered all of your strength to stay standing on your feet.

Malleus stood slowly, his hand sliding over your ass and down your leg as he smiled. He took the moment to enjoy the situation and the person he had his attention on. Malleus' hand slowly rubbed and teased along the inside of your thighs, and both of you were heavily breathing.

Malleus watched you and your reactions carefully, noting every small change, every twitch and movement, every look and sound you made. It was a heady feeling, knowing he was having this much effect on you, but it was also exciting. The way he felt for you was exciting, and making a person as wonderful and put together as you responded to him so readily was a source of pride.

His own hands gripped your hips tightly, as if he was going to lift you up and take you right there while you both are pressed against the wall. There was something about you that drew him like a moth to a flame, something about you that made him feel like the chase was worth it. Malleus took his time and savored every touch, every moment, every word.

Malleus brought his lips back up to your face and your eyes met once more. Malleus could feel the heat of the passion coursing through your flesh, and he could practically feel the need and want, the craving for more. He wanted to take you right here, right now, for the moment was perfect and he felt it. He wanted you, and he wanted you so desperately.

"Do you want more?" Malleus' voice was gentle and filled with love.

"Yes, please... don't stop..." Your voice was little more than a grunt, but it had the effect you desired.

Your fingers dug into the wall behind, as if trying to stay standing and Malleus' hands clutching your waist to support you. You were practically shivering and your legs were parted by Malleus' thigh. You could barely think straight, let alone speak coherently.

"You want me." Malleus' voice was a husky whisper as he spoke the words. Malleus could feel your need for him, and he felt the hunger you had for him inside his very skin. The kiss was growing deeper, and suddenly, you could feel the man's hand sliding down your spine slowly, his fingers tracing over your skin, exploring and seeking for even more pleasure.

Malleus watched you fall apart in front of him and he had never felt more excited. You were his prey, and you were now a captive to Malleus. Malleus was so excited, he could hardly keep himself from biting your flesh, but he knew better. Your flesh was delicate and he loved you, and it would take great force of will not to tear you to pieces while the hunger for you built inside him.

"I want you." Malleus' voice was filled with desire to consume you whole.

And so, he did. He lifted you up and gently placed you on his bed as if you were a precious cargo; then he swiftly removed the dangling undergarments from your ankles.

He pushed you back so that you were lying on the mattress, and he let his lips explore your body once again. He kissed your chest over and over, his lips trailing down along the line of your abdomen then back up your chest—licking and nibbling the puckered nipples. He kissed your neck with long slow kisses, and then his lips moved up to your right ear and slowly moved down to your left jaw, kissing every inch of skin along the way.

"Malleus... please... " you whispered softly, your eyes fluttering in a daze.

Malleus took one look at your body and he felt his passion and his hunger build and he was finally hungry enough to take you and not even be subtle about it.

Malleus' own pants were quickly undone and set to the side of the bed. There was the sound of passion in the room, the sound of breathing and the rustling of clothes being shed. Your body was a marvel to Malleus and he took his time in admiring it.

"What a sight to behold." Malleus' voice was a whisper as he looked over your body, and then Malleus' lips and tongue made their way back to your ear. "Such a prize, to have in my hands.”

You were a mass of quivering hips, aching muscles, twitching fingers, and shallow breaths. You were trembling, shaking, and so much more as you let Malleus have his way with you.

You were a whirlwind of excitement and you were so far in over your head, you couldn't believe you hadn't both drowned. Your breath was shallow, your eyes flutter and unfocused as you let every sensation wash over you. Malleus' body and voice and words were a spell that you had just fallen under and you were utterly powerless to break it.

"Malleus... I need you..." you whispered, letting out a small gasp.

"Please..." You begged once more and spread your thighs a bit wider, your feet planted on the soft sheets of Malleus’ bed.

"Shhhhhh..." Malleus' voice was a husky whisper as he finally gave in to his own hunger.

He kissed your belly, licking and swirling his tongue along your flesh as he spread your legs even more, his tongue moving deeper down your body and his touch finally finding the place he was desperate to find.

You could feel your body shaking and you couldn't stop it. Your breath hitched and your body was tingling from head to toe as Malleus laps the flesh between your legs. And yet, Malleus felt no pity or concern for you. All he felt was excitement and hunger.

"Oh, Malleus..." your voice broke as Malleus gave in to his own passion.

Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as if to keep from being pulled deeper into the experience. Malleus' tongue and lips worked over your genitalia with abandon, pushing you further and further over the edge until you could do nothing but let go and let Malleus have what he wanted.

As the pleasure perpetually cascaded along your flesh, your hands mustered the dregs of your strength and grabbed Malleus' hair and pulled him back to your face. You wanted nothing more than to feel Malleus inside you like you had never wanted anything your entire life.

"I need you, I want you inside me." You grunted from the pain and pleasure as your flesh grew more aroused and screamed for more intense stimulation.

Malleus made a husky, excited sound as your hands grabbed his hair and pulled him back up. His lips were wet and sloppy from the kisses and licks he just gave you and he was quite visibly shivering now. The moment was pure heaven, and he was desperate to claim what was rightfully his and to make this moment last.

He climbed on top of you whilst spreading your legs. He held your shoulders and your arms, pushing his body down, and making sure that the two of you were close together. You had nowhere to go, no way to escape.

"You want me to take you?" Malleus almost growled the words, his voice a deep husk, and his fangs glistened against the dim lights of his room.

Malleus leaned in closer to your face as he lifted your right leg off the mattress. There was an unspoken question in his eyes, and you could see the hunger in his gaze for him.

"Tell me... " Malleus whispered the words, his voice full of desire and hunger.

You were trembling all over but you didn't feel cold at all. You felt hot like your skin was set ablaze by Malleus’ touch.

"I'm more than ready." Your voice was a breathless sigh as you looked up at Malleus.

Your genitalia was leaking with your slick from all the stimulation. You were a mess. Your hair was a mess and you were a mess of feelings too. You were ready to give yourself to Malleus, and there was no fear in that choice. It was the right thing, the only thing, that you needed right now.

"Yes," you whispered with your voice quivering in his excitement. "Oh my… god..." You let out a heavy sigh before you spoke again, "Please... please!“

Malleus was grinning as you whispered the words, as if it was the hottest, most seductive thing he had ever heard. He was a proud man, and to hear his prize say these things about him made his day.

Malleus let your legs move closer together, and his right thigh moved in between your own, slowly spreading you open wider before him. He saw the hunger in your eyes, and he saw the need in your face. He saw you open to him as you lay on his bed and begged for what you wanted.

"Good…" Malleus' voice was filled with delight. He leaned down atop your body and grabbed you by the hips, sliding his body closer to yours. His mouth slid to your ear, and his tongue was teasing one of your sensitive ears as his hand caressed your thighs.

"Ready, dear…” His eyes met yours, and the two of you looked at each other, both desperate for more after this long moment of longing. Malleus licked his lips and his smile was mischievous and cruel.

You gasped and shuddered as Malleus teased your ear, your eyes fluttering, your face flushed pink as you tried to stay in control, but you knew that there was no way he would last much longer.

"Yes! Yes, oh my god yes! Please take me. I want you, I NEED you, and I'm ready!" you were desperate, you couldn't wait another minute.

Your body was shaking with nervous excitement, and there was no fear in you, just pure, unadulterated need. You heard your own breath coming in shallow heaves, and you felt your own body's hunger as you watched Malleus move towards your entrance. You can feel Malleus' tip hitting and rubbing your pulsing core ever so slightly.

“I want you as well…” Malleus' voice was a husky whisper, his teeth gritted and his tongue working the edges of his mouth as he spoke to you. His eyes were heavy as he puffed, his warm breath hitting your skin as his desire for you grew with each word that left his lips.

You were right where he wanted you, completely vulnerable, totally exposed, completely open to him. Malleus' hands and feet slid around you, as his tongue worked over your neck, chest and arms. He was completely and utterly prepared to take everything you had to offer...

Malleus leaned closer to you once more until you were chest to chest, as his hand left your thighs and moved up your body to grip your waist. His mouth stayed glued to your ear, and he whispered softly in your ear as his body slowly slipped overtop of yours. He made sure to keep his eyes on you, his gaze firm and dominant, with a hint of desire in its glint.

"I know," he growled softly as he felt you shake with excitement. "Hold onto me... “

Your answer was a groan, a loud, lustful moan as Malleus moved over your body. Your eyes closed tightly as your body quivered, trying to contain yourself. You could feel Malleus' body against yours, and your own stomach churning with gleeful anticipation.

"Oh... oh Sevens, I..." your voice trailed off.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as Malleus’ tip started to push inside. Your eyes shut closed, all your attention was poured into the sensation of Malleus' shaft tearing its way inside you and stretching your flesh.

Malleus' mouth was right in front of your ear as he whispered to you. "You're mine, you… are completely mine."

And with a slow motion, with the speed of moving glaciers, Malleus started to thrust deliberately inside your walls.

He moved with determination and a cold hunger, for he knew how close you were to being his. He knew how much you wanted him and he knew it was only a matter of time. It was time to end this, to put the finishing touches on the perfect night.

"Hold onto me..." Malleus' command rang out once more, and his voice was a growl as he made himself clear.

He was in charge and you would know it. Malleus did not want to hurt you and he did not mean to hurt you. But, it was part of the game, and you would be fine by the end. Malleus let his movements be measured and slow for the first few seconds as he eased himself in, and then he slowly increased his pace. He wanted you to feel it, to feel every inch and every moment.

You were breathless, completely frozen in shock as Malleus claimed you in the most intimate way possible. Malleus was right on top of you, his manhood pumping fast and deep inside you, and you were helpless.

You tried to keep yourself together, but you were completely under Malleus' power and it seemed Malleus was in no rush at all to finish. Malleus moved with a confidence that matched the hunger in his eyes and the cold, dominant gaze he was giving you.

You let your hands move to Malleus' shoulders as you gasped out in the final act of surrender.

"I won't run away so claim me as your own," your words were punctuated with a low moan.

Your body shook involuntarily and your legs slowly spread even further apart to make sure that Malleus was able to move his hips faster and deeper. You let your mind go and you let his body take over. You were Malleus’, completely.

That moment of surrender was exactly what Malleus needed. He moved slower now, but his eyes never drifted off of you. He pushed his shaft fully inside you, and he stayed there for a beat, just to let you feel the force of his presence.

"I claim you," Malleus' words were a whisper, but there was no doubt as to their meaning or to his intention. After the man spoke, his hands began to slide back up your body, and his mouth was going to explore every inch of your neck.

Malleus moved slowly, but it was a steady rhythm. He was completely in control of the situation, and of you, and he was certainly going to take advantage of that situation. He wanted to enjoy every moment of this experience, and he wanted you to enjoy it as well.

You can see Malleus' face tightened as you shifted your body underneath him. You accepted the gift, and welcomed Malleus into you by bucking your hips against the fae’s. Malleus' body was moving with a slow and consistent pace, giving you enough to feel it, to build the intensity of the moment, each moment and every inch of it.

"Right there! Ah..." You whimpered breathlessly as Malleus' tip hit a sensitive spot inside your flesh despite the deliberate and tender thrusts of his hips.

Malleus' lips slowly worked their way down your neck, leaving small kisses in the wake of Malleus' mouth. He kept a slow pace, letting his motions carry your mind and body away with them. He slid your legs further apart, forcing you to move your thighs even further down the mattress, opening yourself up even more to Malleus. He was enjoying this and he was not going to be finished so quickly.

Malleus whispered in your ear once again, his voice a soft but cold voice that spoke of his pleasure…

"Enjoy it." Malleus whispered into your ear again, the words sent shivers down your spine. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew he wanted more than just this.

He was a man of control, a man who kept calm in everything he did... except tonight. Malleus' focus was entirely on you, his words and eyes sharp and cruel, but they were a mask for the hunger he had for you. He was moving deeper now, forcing the tip of his manhood even further in.

Your mouth was open as your breaths were shallow. Your mind was lost to Malleus' body. You were his toy, one of his possessions and you belong entirely to him. You swallowed a low, lustful sound that escaped your body as Malleus' shaft kept on tearing its way inside your tight and slippery flesh. Your body tremors with anticipation, your voice was a breathy moan that you could barely get out.

"Ah... I... Malleus... " you quavered as you stumbled with your words. Instead, you responded with a moan, letting your head fall back as you gave it completely over to Malleus. Your eyes were closed and you felt your mind drifting away.

Malleus' pace was picking up slowly now, moving back and forth, back and forth, and pushing himself deeper and faster. He felt the insides of your body clenching and pulsing around his shaft in every thrust of his hips.

He whispered into your ear, "You are mine."

The words were like a wave, moving over you, the feeling of Malleus' ownership over you. It was a cruel thing, that ownership, but it was also a powerful thing. Now Malleus would have his way.

Malleus' tongue was working on your neck; licking, moving, and whispering to you the things he knew you wanted to hear. His mouth was a whirlwind of motion. Each part of your body was being worked to perfection. He knew you would enjoy them all.

You could feel every deep movement, every moment of being stretched out. Your thoughts were cloudy and you were breathing heavily. Each thrust by Malleus was a new experience. Your words came out in broken sentences, your mind was in a vortex of pleasure.

"I am, I am yours..." With each word from your mouth, Malleus' pace grew faster, and he drove deeper, faster, harder.

Malleus' voice had grown harsh and was more demanding by the second. He felt you giving way completely and he knew it was only a matter of time. He was in the driver seat and he would keep the pedal to the metal.

"Oh, you! What a mess you are..." Malleus' voice was a purr, one that carried a hint of amusement with it. It was like he was seeing you through a fog of lust and desire, of unadulterated excitement.

"Are you ready?" His voice was quiet and it carried just enough menace, just enough warning that you were close to the edge. But you also knew that the question was not a request for permission, it was a question of Malleus' curiosity.

You had taken Malleus at his word, and you were giving into every sensation that was coursing through you. Your mind was losing itself, and each moment was getting even closer to losing control.

You could feel his manhood pumping in and out of you mercilessly. The way it throbbed and twitched, how warm it was, and the way it hit so deep inside that it gave you a burning sensation. His deft hands grope your flesh with a vice grip, leaving reddish traces of nail marks here and there; and how those hands leave handprints on the back of your thighs from his harsh spanks and grip. How the pleasure and pain mixed together to drive you closer to the edge. You felt the pressure accumulating by each passing second.

"Yes!" You felt like you were in a dream, like your body was completely removed from your mind. Your body responded instantly to the harsh voice of Malleus, it's every cell moving to please him. Your voice was a mix of pleasure and agony, as if you were struggling to hold on to yourself, to hang onto life.

"More... please.”

It was like he was punishing your body. Keeping you wanting, keeping you desperate. Malleus was going to hold you right there on the very border between submission and denial, of pain and pleasure that he inflicted on your body. All the while he was making it perfectly clear that these decisions were his alone.

Malleus' voice was a growl as he pushed himself deeper into you. He wanted you to feel every inch of him from every stroke. He wanted you to feel his possession, his dominance, his power. His words were a demand, not a request. He had been patient with you the entire time, and he had enjoyed the process. That patience was beginning to fade slightly now and every single word out of his mouth was filled with a sharp edge.

"More? You want more of me?" Malleus asked, and then his fingers curled firmly on your waist, digging their nails on your supple flesh.

Malleus smiled as he heard your mumbled words and desperate moans. He knew he had you at the edge of the cliff, and with the words he just heard, he knew it was time to push you over.

"Moan for me as much as how you pant like a dog in heat," Malleus' voice was low and demanding, and his tone had shifted to a more cruel edge. “Like how you are desperate for me to fill you with my seed.”

His hands were running up and down your body, and his face was just inches from yours. He was pushing and pulling, he was taking and he was giving... he was playing with you to his heart's content. He was going to get as much pleasure as he could out of you. He was going to push you over the edge into the abyss of sensation without remorse.

"Yes, please. I want more of you. Please!" Your plea was desperate, a desperate voice of a person pushed past their limits and into a realm of sensations beyond anything you had ever known before. Your body was shaking, your legs were wrapped around Malleus, your back was pinned to the bed and your head was thrown back in surrender.

"Oh god, please Malleus! Push deeper! Faster! Please, please!" you cried out loudly in a fit of passion and submission. It was as if Malleus' body was a lock, and Malleus' voice and words were the key.

"Yes... yes... give it to me... More!" And with that utterance from you, Malleus knew that the game was over. Malleus' voice was a purr as he pushed himself even deeper, and your voice was a rasped mess of pleasure, pain, and ecstasy.

Malleus knew that you just crossed the bridge into surrender. You had no words left and your body was doing all the screaming. Your eyes were closed and your breathing was ragged.

Just as your body was wracking with waves of pleasure, Malleus pulled himself out of you, just to plunge in with a force he had reserved for very special occasions. Malleus knew that this was where it ended, and he was ready to take that step too.

Malleus' pace was frantic now, as if he had held himself back all this time just to reach this moment of pure pleasure. He moved deeper, he moved faster, he moved harder. His grip on your body was iron and his voice was cold, harsh and demanding. No man was going to take what was his. Malleus was in control. The pace and heat were increasing as you both prepared yourselves to climb the pinnacle of pleasure. His body was the paint and your body was the canvas.

"Oh you... Oh..." Malleus' voice was heavy with lust and utter pleasure.

Your body was in perpetual tremor and your legs were wrapped around Malleus, unable to let go of the fae. You were quaking so hard and was almost unable to breathe. You weren't really in control of your body at all anymore as though your body was acting on its own.

You were in a heaven of pleasure. You screamed and your back arched so much that if Malleus let go, you might snap in half. It felt like a fire that was consuming every inch of you, every nerve in your body was set ablaze. It didn't feel like a fire of pain, no it felt like a fire of lust, a fire that was spreading from inside of you and consuming you entirely. You couldn't hold it in any longer, it was impossible.

"Yes... Oh, Malleus... Yes! " The scream was enough for Malleus to know it was finished.

And with a final powerful thrust of Malleus, you gave everything you had in a final act of lust. Your voice was a loud, dragged out guttural moan, and the words left your mouth slipped in a breathless whisper. You moaned Malleus' name over and over again. It was a pure, immaculate, physical release.

There it was, that single moment. Malleus could feel it too, you were giving yourself to Malleus and that was just the beginning. He had been patient but now he was pushing for more. Malleus had found a sweet spot and he refused to let his prize slip away. His own pleasure had been growing and he would not be denied any longer.

"My dear... I am still inside you." Malleus' voice was filled with heat, with the promise of more.

Your moan was broken and raw, every bit of your energy seemed to leave you with that final release only to be replaced almost immediately with shame. Your body was still shaking but your voice was broken. You could feel Malleus still inside of you, you knew that Malleus had no intention of letting you off the leash quite yet. Your eyes were closed, your face was flushed, and you were breathing as if you were being suffocated.

You managed to find your voice, albeit barely. It was not the begging words, it was not the strength of the voice you had been using so easily a moment ago. It was the voice of a person completely overwhelmed by a pleasure you never knew existed.

"I... Yes, I need more." Your eyes fluttered open and you turned your head just enough to look up at Malleus. Your hand reached out and grasped Malleus' buttocks trying desperately to keep him close as you let the fae find his own release.

Malleus was holding back no longer whilst he chased his release as you begged for more. His pace was growing more frantic than ever before. His voice was a murmur and his grip on you was a vice. His voice was becoming an endless cascade of his own pleasure, and his hands were moving in circles, kneading your body as all the while he was growing closer towards climax.

Every push of his hips sent your body into further spasms of pleasure, each moment had sent you to another intense climax. It was as if your souls were meeting somewhere in the middle, as if your bodies were two halves trying to become one.

His voice turned into a yell and he gave out one last mighty push to bring him over the edge. Malleus' voice was hoarse and it was ragged, it was a sound that seemed to echo throughout the room. He let out a final loud breathy moan and then he collapsed down on top of you as his semen filled you to the brim and flooded out of your clenching hole.

"Oh… my love." He groaned as he found his breath again. "You were perfect." He breathed out.

Malleus was laying on top of you. Malleus' breath was heavy and he was completely out of air. Your body was still wracking with waves of pleasure, as if it was still trying to adjust to the sensations that had been unleashed within. Your eyes were clenched shut and your body was shaking slightly as if you were in a dream and trying to wake yourself.

You were still struggling to find your words. There was no breath left in your body. Your voice had given out and your body was completely exhausted. The only sound that came out of you were a few gasps and a broken, hoarse moan.

Your whole body was shaking and you could barely move. You had given Malleus everything you had and you had nothing left anymore. There was nothing in your head either, your senses were all overwhelmed and you were not even sure you were still in the same reality. You were just a broken mess, utterly spent.

After what felt like an hour, although you're still breathlessly in a daze and exhausted, you managed to let out a hoarse chuckle and spoke.

"That was amazing, it was the best I've ever felt."

Malleus raised his head and looked down at you lying beneath him. He was looking at you still feeling his own sense of euphoria from the experience. He felt as if he was still high from the sensation, as if his entire body was awash from head to toe. His voice was still husky, still rough, and every breath he was taking was filled with the after effects of everything that had come before. He could not describe just how good he felt.

"You were perfect." Malleus smiled down at you, completely unable to wipe the grin off his face.

He turned his head around, his eyes locked onto yours. He leaned in as close as he could get to you and he whispered:

"The best you've ever felt, so far. " His voice was a warm growl, the kind that only promised more of what you just had.

"Oh, my dear, this is only the beginning.”

[luciferism]

[ "Midnight Dance" ]

Lucifer x Stripper!AFAB!Reader

Summary: You were a new hired stripper in a high-end exclusive strip club and you got lucky to land on a new, handsome and affluent patron. You were assigned to give him a private lap dance that went too far...

Tags: 18+, smut, one shot, lap dance, humping, vaginal fingering, creampie, biting, explicit, pwp, porn with a little bit of feeling

Word Count: 6.3K words

A/N: Oops, I went kind of inactive for a while. I got lazy.

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A seductive expression plays in your face, you are currently giving a lap dance to Lucifer, your new customer. He was a very attractive man, looking rich and confident. You cannot help but perform at your best. You sway your hips slowly as you tug your own lace lingerie.

Lucifer sits and enjoys the lap dance from the exotic dancer. He is enjoying your moves. He is impressed. The music is playing in the background while he observes you. He sees that you are giving a great show. He is in awe, not just because of the performance, but because you are indeed beautiful, despite your profession. He takes a moment to take his glasses off and look at you more closely. He is mesmerized.

Lucifer starts playing with your hair, enjoying your body and the way it sways. He is in euphoria. He is losing himself at the moment. He is having trouble breathing because it's too much for him to take in. This is the first time in years that he has felt this way. He doesn't want to ruin the intimacy and the mood of the moment. He continues to watch with his eyes wide open in astonishment and pleasure.

You hover above Lucifer's lap, teasing and caressing his body with your nimble hands. One moment your hips sways in circles and your warm core had touched Lucifer's lap, eliciting a pleasurable friction. You smile sweetly and winks at him. You continue to graze your core on his lap and try to hover up higher again.

It has only been a week since you started this profession because you needed the money for yourself and your passions. And much to your luck, you are already serving a man like Lucifer.

Lucifer's eyes are closed and his lips are parted. His breathing is faster, his heart is pounding, and his body is shaking a little bit. He's trying to keep it together, but he's having difficulty. All the pleasure that's being offered to him is too much. He can't resist it, this is everything he has wanted to feel for so many years. He opens his eyes, they are full of lust and desire. He reaches out and holds your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him.

With the lithe movements of your hands, you gently tug Lucifer's hands off of your hips. Customers are allowed to enjoy the lap dance but should never touch the dancers, as per the club’s policy. You bat your eyelash at him, hoping he would understand. Just then, you continue to give him a lap dance as the music plays.

Without breaking eye contact, you look at him seductively and turn around. You sways your hips a bit as you caress your own butt. You flash your butt for long while you graze your fingers on the seams of your thongs, giving Lucifer a sneak peek of your plump pussy.

Lucifer is absolutely infatuated by you, your body, your moves, your sensuality and your beauty. He follows every move you make with his stare, his lips are still slightly apart and his breathing is a bit heavy. His blood is boiling as it rushes throughout his veins.

When you turn around and flash your butt at him, he feels overwhelmed with lust. He is speechless and can barely move. He is frozen. His eyes are stuck on your inviting pussy, taking it all in. He lets out a gasp as he witnesses such beauty and he feels his teeth nip on his own lips.

This is probably your best performance after a week of joining the club. You don't know what the reason is, but you feel the necessity to perform better for this man specifically. You are definitely enjoying this night too much. You only had performed once privately before, during your second night, because of the demand for other girls that worked for a long time here. You are new so you get the newer patrons. And much to your luck, you landed on a great patron already.

You continue to tug the seams of your thongs as you slightly bend forward, the plump lips of your cunt flashes only an arm's length away from Lucifer. You chuckle softly, your hand stops tugging your lace thongs and proceeds to sensually knead your own butt in circles.

Lucifer is absolutely lost in the moment and can barely string words together. He is speechless, completely mesmerized by every move you are making. His breath is becoming heavier and his thoughts are cloudy. His body is shaking and he is having the strongest urge to touch your body and kiss you. Lucifer takes in your beauty in awe as your cunt keeps on calling for him—almost touching him—the lust in his eyes gets more intense. The pressure is getting to him. He is almost losing control. Lucifer pulls you closer. He can't handle it anymore.

Your lips curl into a bewitching smile as you let him pull you close. Despite the no touch policy, you feel excitement and arousal as your desire won you over your feeble rationale. The women in the club are not entirely following this policy especially if their patrons are gentle and have been respectful enough to them. Well, the patrons have been tested by the club before accepting them to take care of the women's health as well–another one of the reasons you wanted to leap over the lines of the club’s regulations.

And so you did it, you sat back once more on his lap with your back facing him. You did not say anything, in fact, you are rather proud of yourself that a man like Lucifer will fold halfway through your performance.

Lucifer can't contain himself. It's been a long time since he felt this kind of pleasure. He grips tighter on your hips, wanting to hold you closer. He needs more. He wants you. This was supposed to be a simple lap dance, and yet Lucifer is on the brink of giving into his desires and passions. He is already succumbing. He can barely think straight, his mind is foggy and his thoughts are all about you.

Lucifer licks his tongue and starts to kiss your neck. The sheer sensation of your neck against his lips flesh is making him go mad.

Your eyes flutter shut in delight. This man better be paying more than the cost—or at least take you home. Not that you are only after the money, though. Considering how attractive this patron is, you have let yourself loose and enjoy the feeling and the experience.

“Just... no kissing on the lips,” you mutter under your breath, trying to ‘preserve’ your image of professionalism in front of Lucifer.

It is the most strict policy of the club and you want to make sure this gentleman respects it. You start to sway your hips again on his lap, feeling something hard and quite big, poking your butt. A cheeky grin was plastered on your features, your back still facing him, and the sway of your hips turned into slow yet firm grinds. You hissed at the pleasure of friction from Lucifer's thighs hitting your cunt.

Lucifer feels the friction between your bodies, leaving his blood boiling even more and the soles of his feet prickling from emanated pleasure as your butt keeps on hitting the unmistakable bulge of arousal inside his trousers. He's puffing air through the gap of his lips, wanting to hold back, wanting to be respectful like he normally is, but... he needs you, and his rationality dwindles in every sway of your hips. 

He's beyond the point of self-control. Lucifer pulls you tighter and kisses your neck some more, in a more demanding manner. He wants more of your lush cunt, more of you. His mind is in a vortex and his desire and passion surging inside him. 

Lucifer stops kissing your neck. He had finally let his body be dictated by his lust. His hand slips and he grabs your head to the side, his fingers weaving your hair. He pulls you a little more–making your faces inch closer from each other and your bodies still tangling together.

His gaze settled on your face and your eyes closed in pleasure. You look so beautiful to him. A wave of lust brewed inside Lucifer. He wants you so badly and he wants you now. He wants to taste your cunt and claim it as his own for as long as he desires.

You cannot take it anymore, the heat is too much and this damned attractive man makes it even harder to be rational at the moment. In a swift motion of your body, you turn around and sit on his lap back again, facing him this time. 

Lucifer's eyes widen as he looks at your face while you sit on his lap once again. You are absolutely beautiful. Your full lips, your hair, you are so breathtaking and your curves are absolutely divine. You are the very epitome of sexy, irresistible and perfect in his eyes. Lucifer cannot tear his gaze away from you as if he has been bedazzled by your beauty.

The warmth of his breath slaps your skin, he is trying harder than ever to hold back. Your close proximity to him is making him go wild, he is almost at his breaking point.

You both are not saying anything as you sit still on his lap. Your hands rest on Lucifer's upper body, sliding a hand up and down on his toned chest. You smile sweetly at him yet your eyes are lustful as you look him in the eyes. Lucifer's lips are so kissable, his face is so handsome, he is perfect and you could no longer think about the club's policy. The thought of taking things further with this patron is exhilarating and could only bite your lower lip to ground yourself.  

Lucifer’s lips stings as he stares at your lips. They are so beautiful to him. He wants you so badly. He wants you. He wants to make love to you.

Little did Lucifer know, you are holding back from kissing him right then and there. You want him too and maybe as strong as Lucifer's desire for you. You shut your eyes to put yourself in check but failed miserably as your hips moved and grinded on him instinctively. You're doomed, in a good way. It is worth it since it feels so good. You're not thinking about anything else other than this patron between your legs. 

“I guess it's not too bad if we do a little rule breaking…” you say after opening your eyes. You wink at him as you hump on his lap. Without a second thought, you lean in and pressed your lips against Lucifer’s passionately.

Lucifer can barely think when you kiss him. His mind is foggy and he is losing control. He found himself kissing you back with the same hunger and passion. He holds you tightly with his strong arms, his hands snakes around your waist and grasping the flesh of your thighs. He picks you up and puts you back on his lap, with your back facing him once again.

Lucifer continues to kiss you, but his actions become passionate and aggressive. He holds you tq1111ightly and whispers in your ear.

“I want you. I want to taste you. I'm taking you, and I will not be denied.”

You let him manhandle you for a bit, your eyes are shut as you bite your lips from the pleasure you feel around your body. When you settle back again on his lap, you spread your legs on either side of his thighs and grab Lucifer's toned forearms as you lean your back against him. 

“Mmm... I like this position.” You cannot help but moan quietly, your voice mixes with the faint music in the background. You tilt your neck to the side, letting your head fall on his shoulder. 

Lucifer smiles and kisses your neck again. He touches your hair, your skin, all so soft and smooth. He moves you back a little, so you are slightly lying on him. His hands digging the flesh of your hips, his finger sliding on your lace thong, which he eventually takes off.

Lucifer continues to kiss your neck, he can't get enough. He is trying to hold back a little bit, trying to maintain his self-control, but he is getting lost in the moment and the pleasure. His mouth trails kisses on your shoulders and neck.

Your lips curled in a wide grin, you are now exposed with your cunt on  display for someone if ever they come into this small room. You lie on top of him, your back pressing against his body, as you both sit on the couch provided by the club for the patrons. 

“Let's keep this a secret... I want you to touch me more.” 

The sensation of Lucifer's lips and tongue on your skin makes your lips quiver in delight. You are gasping and moaning quietly, your eyes are still shut—relishing this moment of passion and lust with your patron.

Lucifer slides his hand up your thighs, you are so soft and smooth, it is almost overwhelming for him. With the firm grasp of his hands, he pulls you against him and his hand touches your soaking cunt. The moment Lucifer's fingers caress your folds, a tiny scream of pleasure is caught in your throat. As if your body has a mind of its own, your back arch and your hand grabs Lucifer's wrist and glides upwards his forearm. His slow sensual movements in your cunt drives you to the ledge of madness.

His deft fingers rubbed gently and slowly along your folds, spreading them and rubbing them in circular motion. He can see your excitement, feel your breath, hear your sounds, your body next to his, your beautiful face and he can see your lips quiver..

“Ahh... Ahh... it feels so good,” Your moans become louder and small whimpers occasionally join your cries of pleasure. Your hips buck against his hand while you lean all your weight on Lucifer's body. When your legs instinctively press together, the grip of Lucifer's other hand on your thighs goes tighter—keeping your thighs open wide.

His warm breath wafts against your neck and shoulder and his lips and tongue on the smooth skin of your neck are sending you way above the cloud nine. Lucifer keeps on caressing your now weeping cunt slowly—teasing you, enjoying you, making sure he gives you as much pleasure as you give him. He wants to claim you. You're his, and no one else's.

You moan loudly and your entire body shudders as Lucifer's hand moves and touches you in just the right places. Your breath is becoming heavier as your eyes flicker as your senses are being overwhelmed. You can barely think, all you feel is Lucifer's touch. You can feel the heat between the two of you, the desire, the mutual passion and attraction.

You open your eyes and turn to look at Lucifer, “I'm losing control. What... What are you doing to me?”

His grip on your body tightens and his touch gets a little more aggressive as you ask, "What is he doing to you?" Lucifer's face went closer to yours, his warm and heavy breath caressed your neck and cheek, holding back a wave of pleasure. His hands move a little faster, harder, more passionately than was before.

Lucifer kept on rubbing along your pussy, with two of his fingers reaching the depths of your flesh. The amorous sound of his fingers in your cunt creates a more pleasing melody along with your moans and the faint music in the background. There was glint in his eyes as it continued to burn embers and his face twisted in ecstasy.

“I am claiming what is mine, what belongs to me. I want you, only you. This is what I have wanted for so long... and there is something I want to make clear.”

He moves his mouth to your shoulder and whispers softly.

“You are mine, now and forevermore. Forever my lover, my plaything, mine.” Lucifer's voice is heavy and husky, and a little more demanding. The only response to his words are your moans and the instinctive jolts of your legs.

Lucifer smiles at the sound of your voice, so filled with pleasure and screaming for his touch. He lifts you off his lap and pushes you down onto the couch and lays atop your body. He pushes the hair away from your eyes, revealing your beautiful and softer features, as you both stare into each other's eyes.

“I am claiming you. Your body, your soul. You belong to me and to no one else. You are mine.” 

You feel a flood of emotions wash over you; a mix of shock, arousal and intense pleasure. The feeling is overwhelming, you cannot contain yourself any longer; every bit of your will has flown outside the window. You are helpless and at Lucifer's mercy—and you love it.

Lucifer's eyes blaze with raw desire, “I can't help it. You are so beautiful and wonderful.” Lucifer whispers.

He wants to claim you completely, to take your body and soul, for his own. Your gasps and sounds of pleasure are music to his ears and he can't get enough of you. It is impossible to hold back now. He has to have you.

You look up at Lucifer with your dazed expression and your eyes are half-lidded. You can feel him on your body, his eyes boring into yours, and your chest rises and falls as your lungs demand for more air. All you can feel is the burning desire between you and Lucifer, your breaths mingling together. You can see the raw desire in his eyes as you gaze back at Lucifer, and this makes you weak down to your toes.

“Yes, please. Claim me. I’m yours... only yours,” you quaver along with a moan. Your body and soul are in perpetual shudder.

Lucifer chuckles at your response. Your words make his chest tighten and his breath grow a touch shallow. For a moment, he forgets about everything except you. It's just you and him. You are both alone in this room of passion. Lucifer's hands move along your body, squeezing your breasts, and gently, he pulls the lace of your bra and throws it to the side.

“Your body is so beautiful.” Lucifer whispers, his voice brims with lust. His touch is making you dizzy and delirious, yet you can't get enough.

Lucifer grins and his lips meet yours once again deeply and passionately. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer that your chests pressed together. He trails wet kisses on your neck, face, lips and jaw; making you moan and whimper from the surging pleasure throughout your body.

Lucifer continues to claim you, his body rubbing and squeezing against yours. You are his and his alone. You are his pleasure and his joy. His hands are all over your body, running down the length of you, tracing your silhouette and teasing your sensitive spots.

You are overwhelmed with desire. Your mind is foggy and you are grasping the end of the rope of your self-control. Your stomach sinks and rises erratically every time you gasp for air. Your hand weaves through Lucifer's hair while you pull on his tie.

“Please... don't stop. I need this... more... more.”

Your hips buck against him and your body pressed against his, your breasts pushing against him. Your soft skin, smooth body, and hot touch feels absolutely incredible to Lucifer. Your mouth is on his neck, your tongue licking and teeth biting at his skin, sending shivers all through Lucifer.

“More, give me more. I need you inside me.” Your words come in whispers as your voice catches in your throat.

You wrap your legs around Lucifer's waist, pulling him closer to you. Out of desperation, your hips buck and thrust against his; your hand grabs on to his shoulder and rubs his chest frantically through his shirt. You grip onto Lucifer like he is the only anchor lest yourself be swept further to madness.

Lucifer’s lips curl into a mischievous grin and he kisses your throat and your face. The embers in his eyes were set into flames.

“You want me inside you, do you?” Lucifer whispers as his hands move down your body, his fingers digging into your breasts. He pulls away and removes his clothing swiftly and your eyes are shamelessly fixed at his impressive cock.

“I want you so much, but... I want to give you more.”

He leans down and kisses you again. This is not a regular kiss; it's full of passion and intense emotions. Your lips and bodies are pressed together, and your hearts pounding. He is taking his time with you, not rushing nor forcing you. He wants to make the most out of the experience and give you as much pleasure as possible.

Lucifer moves his leg over your stomach and between your legs, pressing against you with his body. He kisses your neck softly as he moves his face to kiss your lips. You feel that he's pushing hard against you, pressing himself into your body. Lucifer wants you even more than you want him.

Lucifer is driving you wild with his touching, his kissing, his biting, his licking, his hot breath, his presence. The feeling of your smooth skin under his fingers, the way you press yourself against him, the way you pull him closer, and the way you cling to him makes his heart pound and his mind go blank with lust.

“Yes…” Lucifer says as he rubs his shaft over your cunt and gently grabs your butt to push you against him. The friction and touch builds the pleasure and brings you both to a point of no return.

“Yes, you're mine. I want you,  I need you…” Lucifer whispers in your ear.

“Yes…” You gasp and moan. The way Lucifer is touching and teasing you brings you closer to the edge. You are so aroused with the feeling of his hands all over you, your mind went into a vortex of pleasure, that there is no other place you would rather be.

“I want you to take me… Now.” You breathlessly demanded.

You kiss Lucifer's chest, his chin, his cheeks. You are lost in desire, no longer you, just an amalgamation of feelings and craving. All your thoughts are gone, replaced with the need for Lucifer. 

You sigh in pleasure with a soft moan escaping your lips. You can't believe that you can feel this much pleasure, this much joy. You feel hot and wet inside and it's driving you insane.

“I want you too. You can never have me enough…” You whisper desperately. The touch of Lucifer's lips and hands everywhere send shivers all over your body, making you quiver and breathe heavily. You pull the back of  Lucifer's head even closer, bringing his body hard against yours.

“I want you to fill me…Please!” You whisper desperately, your voice went a touch higher in pitch.

Lucifer grins when he hears your words, but he doesn't move yet. He kisses your neck, shoulders, chin and mouth over and over again. He nibbles your ear, kisses your nose, forehead, cheeks and your eyelids. You want to be filled by him, you want him to completely claim you. And he will do just that. There is no one else you will ever desire nor anyone else who will have you as he has you now.

His tongue slides down your body, leaving a trail of saliva. As he moves, his hands rub your soft thighs, your hips, and grab your butt, pulling you against him.

Lucifer smiles again, looking into your eyes. Lucifer presses himself against you, holding you tightly. The way your bodies are pressed together, the intense heat and friction between you sends shocks of electrifying pleasure throughout your bodies. The kissing becomes more intense, more passionate and hungry. Each kiss makes you feel like you have died and gone to heaven.

“Yes, I will take you... I will fill you.” Lucifer's voice is low and hoarse, his muscles tensed from desire.

“I want you too, so much…” He pulls your legs higher towards his body and pushes his shaft into your hole, deliberately.

Your body responds instantly to Lucifer's slow and deep thrusts. Each thrust done intensifies the pleasure. You are gloriously overwhelmed as he stretches and fills your walls. Your eyes are closed, your back arches, your whole body shudders and your lungs screamed for more oxygen. You sing your moans and your face is flushed. You kiss his shoulder and your legs clasp around him as well, trying to keep him as close and deep as possible.

You gasped for breath before you spoke,  “More... please... I need you…”

Your breathing quickens and your heart keeps on pounding. You feel light-headed and your mind clouded by a haze of pleasure and excitement.

“Oh... Lucifer... yes,” your voice is broken and hoarse, not a hint of restraint, only pure desire and passion. Your fingers clutched on Lucifer's shoulders tightly as if you are holding for dear life. “I need you, Lucifer.. so much.” 

A puff of air leaves your lungs as when Lucifer pushes himself slowly into your cunt—his shaft deliberately stretching your walls—with you giving him control over your body.

Lucifer grins in response, loving the way you concede completely as he takes you for himself; claiming you with your consent. The way your face contorts into pleasure, the way you squirm and beg for him, the way you meet his hips in every thrust, the way your muscles clench around him, and even the way you moan and whimper. He is loving it all.

Lucifer groans at your moans and actions. You give yourself to him in unadulterated desire to be used and filled by him. Your cries of pleasure fill the room as your body quakes in the pinnacle of pleasure you are feeling.

“Oh, yes…” Lucifer kisses your neck and bites your flesh tenderly. You could feel the hot huffs of his breath hitting your skin.

“How did I get so lucky? How?” Lucifer sighs and showers kisses on your face..

Lucifer moves out of your arms until he is hovering just above your body. He keeps on thrusting gently, holding your hands tightly and looking into your eyes.

“This is what we were made for, you. You belong to me, you are mine. And I am yours.”

Your eyes were filled with love and affection. Your body was still trembling with pleasure as you looked up at Lucifer. The sheer pleasure has intoxicated you and robbed you of the capability to form a coherent thought. You try to say something but it comes out as a broken whisper.

"You're... amazing..." you said as you are trying to chase a steady breath—a little bashful and a far cry from your earlier behavior.

You are lost in a sea of euphoria as you gaze into Lucifer's eyes. Your skin is flushed, your heart pounding and your vision is swirling. You know, deep within your soul, that this was meant to be.

“You are everything I ever dreamed of, Lucifer. I am yours. I am yours alone. Take me, I am yours,” you whispered.

You pull Lucifer in closer, wrapping your arms around Lucifer's neck and you press your mouth against his. Your hold on him goes tighter, making your faces touch each other and your breaths mingling. 

“You are mine,” you press your lips to his again, your hands holding his strong shoulders. Your skin is burning from every touch and thrusts. You could feel your racing heartbeat in your neck as if you ran for a thousand miles. You are completely lost to him.

Lucifer smiles into your kiss as he listens to your words. Your adoration of him and the way your body trembles in the throes of pleasure strokes his ego and his heart swell with love.

“Yes.” Lucifer hisses as his lips meet yours again. He moans as he pulls your body even closer to his, his breath quickening and his muscles start flexing as he quickens the pace of his thrusts.

“You're mine,” Lucifer looks into your eyes as he speaks; his hands digging the flesh of your hips as he kisses you again. He can barely control his own desires too, his body is trembling in sheer ecstasy. The joy he feels is ineffable.

He is in his element. His body moves in rhythm with yours, his breathing deep and fast. No words are said now, just the sound of lips pressing against lips and bodies writhing together in the throes of passion and lust. You both share a look, an understanding of the moment. Nothing else matters, you belong to each other at this moment.

Lucifer kisses your neck and bites gently as he pumps his cock inside your cunt rather vigorously—leaving you gasping in pleasure and your hands tightening around him. Lucifer bites your neck again and again, harder each time, and you moan in delight and squeeze him close with your legs.

Lucifer smiles and bites your neck and shoulder, nibbling, teasing, leaving gentle and rough marks on your skin. These marks, you will think about over and over again in the days ahead. You want more. You want Lucifer, entirely, body and soul. As your lips meet, your tongues swirl together. Your bodies are set ablaze. You both are addicted to each other. Your bodies entwine in a timeless dance, your lips never leaving each other's.

Lucifer moves his mouth back along your neck, making another batch of small and soft bites, then licks the skin softly to ease and lessen the stinging sensation.

After a moment, he proceeds to kiss and nibble your collarbone and then your breast. You groan softly in pleasure, your body has not recovered from shaking as you are filled with arousal.

“Yes... I love this…” you gasp.

Lucifer smiles at your words and picks up the pace once more, hitting inside you deeper and faster just like you wanted.

You are completely consumed by desire. You wrap your legs even tighter around Lucifer, pulling him closer as your lungs demand more air. Your hips pushing against him in rhythm with his thrusts. You are losing your mind and you don't seem to care.

Lucifer moves his mouth back up to your lips. The heat between the two of you has reached its peak. Your bodies are writhing together, moving in time with each other with renewed ardor. Greedy tongue's caressing, lips meeting haphazardly, teeth occasionally clashing, and mouths hungry—wanting more and more.

He nibbles on your lower lip, then your neck and your breasts, habitually. Your moans and whimpers go louder, more urgent and a pitch higher; and your body vibrates in each nibble and kiss. You are in overdrive now as Lucifer continues to push you on the edge of your climax.

Lucifer is loving every moment of this. He is in no hurry, but he is definitely enjoying himself. Each nibble and kiss brings you deeper in the ocean of pleasure. Lucifer moves his tongue along your body and stays in your chest. He teases you, licking gently all around your areola, then licking and biting the puckering nipples themselves. Lucifer's tongue and fingertips are working you into a frenzy.

“Please…” your hands grip Lucifer's biceps, your fingernails graze Lucifer's skin.

Lucifer once again nibbles on your neck and kisses you deeply, your mouths locked together in another fiery kiss. His hands glide down onto your hips, holding your body tight against his. The two of you are moving vigorously as you both chase the euphoric sensation.

“More... please…” you pant the words out, your body moving quickly in time with Lucifer's thrusts.

Lucifer moans as he nibbles on your neck and caresses your shoulders lightly. He feels your body shaking in response. Your gasps for breath and your words of encouragement are only fueling Lucifer's own desires. His kisses grow more aggressive, his hips moving faster than yours.

Lucifer holds you tight against him and his lips meet yours again. You both breathe heavily as your tongues are in a tug of war. Lucifer feels your body trembling against his. His own body is shaking and sweating, and he feels himself reaching his peak.

“Lucifer... please.” Your breath is short and fast as you press yourself up against Lucifer frantically.

You are completely lost in the feeling of Lucifer's body moving against yours. Your legs are tight around Lucifer and your moans are loud and urgent.

"Lucifer, oh, Lucifer… don't stop... please more!" Your hips move wildly in time with Lucifer's thrusts, your body shudders with pleasure, as you feel the wave of your climax approaching.

Lucifer moans as he feels your body tense up against his. He can feel the waves of pleasure radiating from you, the heat of your body, your breath becoming heavier and quicker. His body is tense and trembling too with each thrust. Lucifer pushes as deep and fast as he can, as he feels your walls uncontrollably pulsate around him as he rides you through your climax.

Lucifer's teeth dig into your neck even harder, leaving you no room to catch your breath and recover from the first peak you had a few seconds ago. The heat and tension are almost overwhelming. Lucifer bites, licks, and sucks your skin passionately, driving you completely wild. You moan loudly as you quaver. Your body continues to tremble as your hand tugs gently on Lucifer's hair. His kisses and nibbles are teasing and provocative, stirring your body, pushing you closer to your another climax.

Lucifer moans against your flesh. The scent of your body, your voice and your touch are bringing him too close to a ledge, his body starting to quiver as well.

“You... oh, I…” Lucifer's voice is broken as his breathing quickens. Lucifer holds you tighter and moves faster—leaving the couch creak softly and both of your moans and groans drown the faint music playing in the background.

Lucifer smiles with each one of your mumbled words and loud moans, and he moves his body faster to match the urgency of your words. His body is trembling in sheer ecstasy. He is reaching his peak now and he is not holding back at all. Lucifer thrusts himself deep inside you, and moves his body with your rhythm.

“Oh… so good.” Lucifer moans and kisses you again. His own movements become more intense as he reaches his climax.

“Yes!” Lucifer gasps as he finishes inside you. It was like a flood poured out of Lucifer. His hot burst of semen paints your walls white as he continues to fill you up to the brim. In just a few more thrusts, a long, guttural and loud moan escapes your lips while your second peak washes over you. 

Lucifer holds you tight and kisses you again. Your bodies are still united, with neither of you wanting to move. You both went limp and still catching your breaths. Lucifer's teeth are still in your shoulder, but he is careful not to bite you.

Lucifer pulls himself out slowly and lays beside you flat down on the couch. Your bodies are still against each other as you both snap back to reality. The faint music of the private dance room caresses both of your ears once again and the warm red light envelops your bare bodies.

Lucifer gasps for air and pants heavily. Heat and tension still lingers in the room. Your body remains in his arms, your breathing heavy and quick as to Lucifer's. You two are still for a moment and enjoying each others' warmth. Lucifer lifts his head to look at you. Your hair is messy and your forehead glistens with sweat.

“I... I... you, you were incredible…” Lucifer says gently.

You slowly open your eyes to look up at Lucifer. You take in the sight of his beautiful body pressed against yours, his hair tickling your skin and his warm smile fills you with an unmistakable and familiar feeling. Your eyes bore into his for a moment, feeling your body relax even more as the tingling sensations gradually dissipate.

“Lucifer... I'm not sure what to say,” your face flushes, you are breathing heavily from the passionate encounter you just shared. You feel a deep affection for Lucifer at this moment, something that surprises you greatly. You are still a little dazed, but you are happy.

“Thank you, Lucifer… It was amazing. I've never felt anything like it.” You rest a hand gently on Lucifer's face. The look in your eyes reveals your great affection for him. You both can feel your skin, your warm breaths and the rhythm of your pulses.

Lucifer kisses you deep and passionately as his hands move up your body. Your lips part for a moment, then come together again. Lucifer presses himself closer to you, his lips lingering on your mouth and your hands rest on Lucifer's shoulders.

“I am happy that you enjoyed it.” Lucifer says breathlessly. His body is tense and trembling with the sensations he's feeling. Lucifer's voice is hoarse and his breath comes in gasps. 

“What do you say, you sweet, beautiful woman, that we get out of here and go to my home?“ Lucifer asks you with a mischievous smirk etched on his face.

The thought of having you in his bed and becoming his lover drives him mad with sheer elation. It makes him want to rush out of here and run home to enjoy you even more. His heart is racing and he is breathing heavily once again. He kisses you more, caressing your body, squeezing your breasts and running his fingers through your hair.

And the only thing you could do in response is say ‘yes.’

[luciferism]

Hey could you add a read-more after the first paragraph or two if you write a longer story?

I love your writing, it's positively delicious, but it's just kind of annoying to navigate the tag (at least on mobile) when there are whole fics interspersed.

Thanks for telling me ;) I've edited them. I'm honestly new to this site lol

[luciferism]

[ "Divine Desire" ]

Simeon x Top AMAB!Reader

Summary: Just Simeon and reader having sex and a little play, basically.

Tags: 18+, one shot smut, bondage (at the beginning until half of the scene), anal sex, oral fixation (lots of kissing), explicit sexual content, dom/sub, lingerie/garter stockings kink, teasing/begging, humiliation (light), porn with feelings?, established relationship, pwp

Word Count: 5.8K words of porn

A/N: If you guys haven't noticed, I like writing character x top male reader than afab! or gender neutral. But I'll try more in the future, I guess.

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Simeon, clad in a provocative set of silk lingerie, lies motionless on his bed, bound by silky restraints that only enhance his alluring curves. As the moonlight trickles through the window, its touch seems even more sensual as it caresses his skin. 

You smile as you take a moment to relish in the sight of Simeon laying on his bed. He takes in his soft, yet sensual appearance. Simeon is dressed in a white lace lingerie set, one that accentuates his youthful form. It's a sight to behold indeed, especially for you, who has been waiting for this moment for quite some time now.

Simeon's eyes flutter open, slowly, as he regains his bearings, and the world comes back into focus. Something about his predicament doesn't seem quite right, but he can't help but be drawn to the sensation of the soft silk cloth caressing his wrists and ankles. When he notices the dim, moonlight-filled room and the figure looming over him, he gasps softly. It is his boyfriend—you—already in your birthday suit.

"Is this to your liking, my little angel?" A devilish grin plastered on your face. Simeon trembles in anticipation, his face turning a dusky pink. 

"W- what do you mean?" he asks, his voice quivering. 

He glances down at himself, eyes widening at the sight of him in just a lacy lingerie. A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes that he's completely under your mercy. Just then, he is reminded of what you both have agreed on and how he enthusiastically wore the lace fabric earlier. All he can do is watch as you  glide around the bed, trailing a finger down his chest softly.

"Simeon, it's me." You chuckle as you rest one of your fingertips on his chin.

Simeon's eyes go wide with both fear and excitement as he tries to struggle against the silky restraints holding him down. He struggles but the more he bucks and squirms, the tighter they get wrapped around his arms and ankles. 

"My little angel. So eager. So responsive. So adorable." You lean closer until your faces are all but touching. 

"Now, tell me... do you like this? Is this to your liking?" You kiss his cheek ever so slightly, making Simeon's face contort to a delicious blend of shock and pleasure.

As soon as your lips make contact with his cheek, Simeon feels as if his very core is erupting in sparks. Despite his current predicament, he finds no reason to complain as every touch, every whisper, sends pleasure-soaked ripples through him.

He's overcome with a sense of dread, and yet, he's drawn closer, unable to look away despite the growing intensity of the feeling. He gazes deep into your eyes, heart thumping fiercely in his chest. His words come out in barely a whisper. 

"Y- yes," he mumbles, his voice laced with desire.

You sigh softly. Simeon looks very alluring as he lies on his bed as his limbs are restrained. The trickling light of the moon that enters the window and candlelight accentuates his lovely dark skin, even more so as the white lace lingerie decorates his skin in contrast. Simeon looks beautiful, perfect, he managed to depict a sexy character from an old man's erotic novel.

"Good, because you look even more beautiful right now." Your voice sounds husky yet gentle. 

The gentle rumble of your voice sends ripples of goosebumps down Simeon's spine. His breathing quickens as he feels the heat rising inside his body. He gazes at you, trying to control his breath.

His heart skips a beat when he sees the hunger in your eyes as you check out Simeon's body. He struggles to tear his gaze away, feeling a bit embarrassed at being seen in such a vulnerable position. Despite the feeling, he can't help but feel a burst of adrenaline coursing through his body at the mere thought of your touch.

"Please…" he whispers, his voice shudders from pure vulnerability. He closes his eyes, his voice turning into a breathy murmur. 

"I need you," he murmurs, his hand reaching for you but fails, his body craving your gentle touch.

The soft sound of Simeon's voice, begging, sends a slight shiver on your body. "Please" makes you feel proud and excited. You grin mischievously and caress Simeon's cheeks down to his neck, feeling the soft smooth skin under your palms.

"You're so soft." You smile and press a brief gentle kiss on Simeon's shoulder. You stay there for a bit, inhaling the scent of Simeon's body mixed with the smell of his shampoo.

Simeon shivers at your touch, his breath catching in his throat. He arches his back, relishing in the sensation of your touch on his soft, warm skin. He lets out a gentle moan, his eyes fluttering closed. He feels your lips on his shoulder, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Your breath is hot and sweet on his skin, and it sends him spiraling deeper and deeper into pleasure. He squirms a bit, desperate for more, unable to sit still. His body trembles in anticipation.

Simeon's face flushes a vibrant red as he bites his lower lip. 

"Ahh!" he whimpers, his voice laced with lust and hunger. He trembles as you trail more kisses down his shoulder, his body twitching. The feeling of your lips on his skin is making him crave more, the anticipation driving him wild with desire.

"Please," he begs, the words slipping past his lips. "I need more."

"Yes, my love." You shut your eyes as you kiss Simeon's lips.

It was aggressive, hungry, and gentle at the same time. Simeon's lips are soft and moist against yours and couldn't get enough of it. You entwine your tongue against his, tasting every corner of his mouth. While you kiss, your hands roam around Simeon's neck, shoulders, arms and finally rest them on his toned chest. You give Simeon's chest a light squeeze above his lace bra.

Simeon's body thrashes in response, his breath becoming shaky at the feeling of your kiss and touch. The heat of your tongue against his own and your warm breath wafting on his skin are making him wild with need and anticipation. Every part of his body, every inch of his skin, craves more of your touch and your kisses. The sensation of your hand on his chest above his skimpy bra, sends cascading pleasure and goosebumps down his flesh. He lets out a long, soft moan that echoes throughout the room. 

"More…" he whispers. "Please."

You continue to squeeze and knead Simeon's covered chest. The feeling of the lace bra's rough texture and Simeon's soft flesh is intoxicating and arousing. The more you stimulate Simeon's chest, the more you can feel his nipples go hard and pucker against your palms.

"God..." You sharply inhale after pulling away from the kiss. Your saliva and Simeon's own have mixed and stained both of your mouths and chins.

"Mhm..." he groans quietly. "Oh..." His voice is hushed as if he's afraid someone's going to catch the both of you.

Simeon pants heavily, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, his body writhing in pleasure but also slightly in discomfort. The feeling of your hand kneading his chest is making him ache for more, to have his clothes completely removed. But, the thought of exposure brings a hint of worry to his mind. 

"Please," he moans, "I want more..." The words come out of his mouth, breathless and desperate. He wants to feel your mouth and hands on his body again. He wants to feel your touch, your caress. He needs it. Now.

Your eyes glimmer with delight. The sound of Simeon's breathy moans and his desperate pleas for your kisses and touch arouses you. Your manhood throb in response, but you want the both of you to enjoy this new experience. Simeon looks absolutely divine with his limbs being tied up on his bed, begging and ready for you. 

"Tell me, Simeon, what do you want me to do?" Your lips curve upwards, your voice slightly above a whisper. A look of mischief and adoration adorns your face. You are glad to have Simeon let go of his inhibitions at this moment. This is a night for you both, a new way to enjoy yourselves in private.

Simeon's body is writhing in excitement, his head rolling back against the fabric of the bed, his fingers clenching tightly on nothing. Your hand has set ablaze his hunger; he craves for more. The idea of doing something this brazen, something he's never done before, is equally thrilling and daunting to him.

Simeon looks up at you, his eyes glazed with a burning lust and hunger. The sound of your voice, the way his body quivers and squirms when you touch him, it's driving him insane with desire.

He arches his back, his chest and stomach twitching and shivering as he gasps. "Please," he pants, "I need you.”

"I want you," he breathes, his voice a hushed whisper. "I want all of you. Right here. Right now. I want to feel your lips on my skin, every inch of my body. I... I want you to kiss me. Everywhere.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at Simeon's desperate response. Your mouth curls into a grin, and your eyes glitter as your gaze never falters to feast at Simeon. You feel your blood rush all over your flesh, your manhood is twitching more as it grows more erect, your eyes burning with pure lust as you look at Simeon's bound body. Simeon's excitement is self-evident under his skimpy lace undies.

With one swift move, you crawl over Simeon and place one knee on each side of his hip, pressing him down on the bed. Your free hand grabs the edge of Simeon's bra, and slowly you remove it, enjoying the sight of Simeon's chest gasping and heaving in hunger and in response to the cold air against his skin.

"That, my love, can be arranged." Your lips curve upwards to a devilish smile.

The hunger in Simeon's voice, the way he looks at you desperately, is making you feel hot and heavy. You never wanted someone so badly before, and you want nothing more than to satiate your beloved angel's desires. You lean down to Simeon on the bed, your tongue darting out to lick his lips in a teasing manner, tasting his sweet mouth once again.

Simeon gasps, the feeling of your hand on his chest and the touch of your warm tongue against his lips sending a wave of pleasure washing over his body. His tongue flicks out, lusting after the taste of your mouth.

His body is arching on the sheets and his legs slowly thrashes on the bed in an attempt to free himself from the silky restraint around his ankles. Simeon is ready to surrender to the pleasure of the night, his mind focused on your touching tongues and your gentle fingers working away at the lace of his bra.

“You taste even sweeter every time, Simeon.” You lick your lips as you stare at his sultry blue eyes.

He stares back, unable to tear his gaze away from his lover's eyes, his mind in a haze of lust. "Love…" he begs softly, full of desperation. "I need more.”

You grin at Simeon, your eyes glimmering with mischief as the two of you stare at each other with hungry glances, the air thick with unsaid words, the tension and anticipation slowly building. The heat of the moment is making your blood pump through your veins, making you want to devour Simeon whole. You lean forward with a low groan, your lips brushing against Simeon's ear as a chill runs down his spine. 

"You want me?" You whisper softly. "Then, you'll have to say the words. Tell me how much you want me. Beg for me.”

Simeon's body thrashes frantically, his head tossing from side to side on the bed. His muscles strain against the binds of the silk cloth as all his senses are centered on your body pressed against his own. 

"Yes," he pants, the words coming from deep within him. "I want you," he breathes, "I need you." Simeon's voice trembles with emotion and the desire for your touch. "I wanna feel your kiss on every inch of my body, you hear me? I need this.”

He tries to move, to close the distance between the two of you and wrap his limbs around you, but he can't. His bound hands and feet leave him helpless against your seduction.

You shiver at Simeon's reply. You draw back, your look of desire and mischief replaced by one of shock. Then, you smile, licking your lips once again. "Is that so?" You lean down once again, bringing your face really close to Simeon's.

"I like to see you like this, Simeon. Helpless. Begging. Desiring." Your words are whispered into Simeon's ear, making the angel's heart race even more. Your teeth flash, and your lips curl into a lustful, devilish grin once more.

"I've got you at your most vulnerable and I have the power to do anything I want with you." You trace a finger down Simeon's bare chest, your gaze burning with heat and desire. You press yourself against the angel's body, your own hips grinding lightly against Simeon's lace thong-decorated manhood. You lean in closer again, your lips almost touching Simeon's. 

"Then, what will you do in exchange for me?" With a devilish twist, you push yourself away, leaving Simeon panting for breath as he stares at you.

Simeon gasps for breath, his heart beating so fast, it's like a bird trapped in his chest. His gaze is locked on your lips, thirsting for your kiss. His eyes flicker around your naked body, his gaze stopping at your hips grinding against him. Simeon's heart thunders wildly in his chest, his body trembling as he stares at his lover. 

"My love," he whispers hoarsely. "Don't tease me like this. Please... I need you. I'll do anything you ask, just let me have you.” Simeon gasps as he struggles to catch his breath. His heart, pumping furiously, echoes throughout his ears. He watches you with a mixed look of excitement and nervousness.

"Please..." he pleads once more, his voice quivering. His skin is flushed, his expression lustful, his lips slightly parted. His eyes flutter closed for a moment before he looks at you again. 

"Love, please..." his voice above a hushed whisper, "Please, take me now.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as well as you watch Simeon's response to your words. The way Simeon's breathing changes, the way his pupils dilate and the way his lips part in lustful anticipation is driving you even more mad with desire. You slowly start to work on unlacing Simeon's bindings, your smile widening with each knot loosened. Soon, Simeon's hands and feet fall free.

Simeon feels his breath hitch as your hands make their way down to him, the knots loosening slowly but surely. Soon, he feels his hands free. He watches you with a mix of hunger, desire, and excitement, his voice barely a murmur when he speaks. 

"God... I..." Simeon's mind struggles to formulate a coherent speech. Your touch is turning him into mush, the feeling of your fingers drawing tantalizing trails down his body making Simeon shiver and groan. "Please," he breathes. "I... I need your touch.”

"Oh, my, your patience and good behavior were rewarded," you tease, your voice brimming with lust more than earlier.

You spread your lover's thighs and you settle your whole body in between them. You glide your palms down Simeon's chest and your fingers trail the crevices of his toned abdomen, leaving a titillating sensation that ripples on his body. You are enjoying this far too much, your fingers tracing more soft trails on Simeon's flesh with tantalizing slowness.

The moment Simeon sees your fingers trail down his thigh and garter stockings, the heat of the moment rises up in flames. His heart races, his breath coming in short, shuddering gasps. Your  touch is bringing him to another level of pleasure, and he can't control the moans of desire escaping his lips. His body trembles under your touch, his eyes fluttering open and then shut again. In the midst of this, Simeon's mind goes blank, unable to form a coherent thought. He can only feel and crave for more.

"Oh, look at you, Simeon," you whisper, "your heart is beating so fast. You're panting wildly like a dog in heat, your cheeks flushed, your eyes closed with pleasure and lust. Did you want this to happen, love?" You lean in closer, your lips almost brushing against Simeon's. 

"Or are you just surprised at how much I can make you want me?" Your breath is warm and seductively close to Simeon's, and your touch is a tantalizing, lingering caress.

Simeon's body shudders in response to your words, his breath coming in deep, ragged gasps. His eyes flutter open as he stares at your face, his gaze burning with lust and excitement. He watches as you caress his face, your lips tracing a kiss against his earlobe. The touch is electric and makes him hiss in shock.

Your eyes glimmer with lust and desire. You stare at Simeon's flushed face, watching his breath come and go in short, shallow gasps. "Oh my, you really are in need of me, aren't you?" You tease your lover. "Good angel. I think you deserve a reward for your patience."

You grin and kiss Simeon's earlobe before whispering, "You're mine, Simeon. I can do anything I want with you." You caress Simeon's face gently before leaning in to kiss him, your tongue pressing against Simeon's lips. 

The kiss from you is a breath-taking experience for the angel. Your lips press softly against his, your tongue licking and gently teasing Simeon’s. The sensation is so pleasurable that Simeon almost loses himself, his body shaking and his breathing quickening as he kisses his lover back. 

Simeon's moans grow louder and more desperate. Your hand roams down Simeon's arm, across his chest, and to his hips before grabbing a hold of his ass. You slowly untangle the angel's thong, leaving Simeon with only his garter stockings adorning his waist and legs. You push him down and lower yourself on top, your fingers digging into Simeon's flesh.

The moment the lacy thong falls away from his waist, Simeon's voice is filled with lust and desire. His hips gyrate instinctively against your hips, and his breath catches in his throat at the feel of your bodies rubbing against each other. He stares up at your face with a come-hither expression on his own.

Your lips twitch in a small, sly grin. With a firm and hungry grip on Simeon's ass, you grind against the angel as your mouth curves into a pleased smile. 

"Is your body mine, Simeon?" you whisper, "I think you know the answer to that question." You give a quick, hard squeeze on his ass cheeks and then relax your grip. "Your skin is so soft, love," your voice is still hushed in a seductive whisper as your eyes blatantly sweep a lustful gaze all over Simeon’s body.

Simeon writhes like a fish out of water as your hands continue to caress his chest, his abdomen, his waist, his hips, his inner thighs and his soft plump ass cheeks. You are driving him wild with your teasing; and Simeon's desperate breaths make the feeling all the more intense. 

The pressure of your body against his delivers him to madness, his moans rising in pitch and urgency. The touch of your hands and lips on his body sends waves of pleasure cascading through Simeon's flesh, sending him further spiraling into a place of bliss.

"You, yes... don't stop, give me more," he whispers, his head rolling back in pleasure, his body begging for satisfaction. His body craves for more of your touch, of you in all your glory, and he's finally getting everything he wants.

Simeon's fingers grab onto the bed sheets as his body shakes, moaning at the sensation of your lips against his own once more. He opens his eyes slightly, his heart beating like a drum. He stares at your face, his gaze filled with desire and lust, his breath coming in short, staggered gasps.

You grin as Simeon begins to squirm more under your weight, his legs opening wide for you. You caress Simeon's thigh gently, your fingers tracing soft patterns over the angel's smooth and silky skin. 

"Beg for it, Simeon." your words come as a deep, sultry whisper, the heat of your breath grazing Simeon's skin. You slowly begin to move against Simeon, your fingers squeezing his thigh and your hips grinding slowly against Simeon's erect, weeping manhood once again.

Your caress is bringing him to heights of pleasure that he's never experienced before. "Oh... yes, you..." he murmurs softly. "Yes..." His breath falters as you grind back on top of him. He looks up at you with a mix of desire and anticipation. "Please..." he begs. 

You gaze down at Simeon and your eyes glimmer with lust. The heat of the moment is driving you to your own wild thoughts with each passing second. You can almost feel the rush of hormones and your own body's response to Simeon's warmth.

"I'm glad you want me, Simeon." you smile at him. "Because, I sure as hell want you too." This statement is punctuated with a deep, passionate kiss. "You're so sweet. So soft and so warm." Your  voice is husky as you whisper this to your lover. 

Simeon is unable to form coherent thoughts. His tongue darts out, trying to find your tongue and engage in a game of tug-of-war. His hands wrap around your body, feeling the curves of your form and the hard planes of your anatomy. His breath comes in short, rapid gasps, and his fingertips grip your body.

You smirk at Simeon, your eyes gleaming with desire and his voice a hoarse whisper. "I love hearing you moan and gasp for me," you breathe out, and your fingers tighten on Simeon's ass as your grip becomes more aggressive.

"It's so rewarding, seeing how much you want me." You lean down to press your lips passionately against Simeon's, while at the same time, you slowly, teasingly trace a finger on the seams of Simeon's garter stockings. 

"Tell me again, Simeon," he whispers, "how much you want to be taken, in each and every way possible.”

Simeon's body shivers as he hears your husky whispers. His eyes flutter open as your fingers continue to firmly grip his ass, and his breath comes out in short, shallow gasps. He gazes up at your eyes—his cheeks, already flushed with heat, grow even rosier, and his lips curl into a lustful smile.

"I want you," he whispers back, his voice hoarse and breathless. "Please, love... please..." he begs. "I want you to take me hard, to satisfy your thirst and mine. I want you to break me, to claim me. Please, my love, please..." He begs like a desperate lover, his body is screaming for you.

Your eyes glitter in delight as you watch Simeon's passionate pleas. You lean down and whisper close to Simeon's ears, your voice a low rumble.

"Oh, you sweet, sweet angel," you murmured. "You have no idea how much I've desired you. Your sweet, soft flesh, your supple body... I will take you in every way possible. In every possible position imaginable. I will ravage your tender flesh and leave this bed a pool of pleasure." you sigh, your eyes burning with desire. "I've wanted this," you whisper.

Simeon's mind clouds with lust as he hears your low rasps. He stares at you with his eyes half-lidded, his body trembling in want and desire. His breath comes out in rapid, excited breaths as you kiss his neck and trails your lips lower. With each breath, his heart beats louder, his body thrills with desire, and his fingers twist into tight, clenched fists as his fingers squeeze the sheets in pleasure.

You grin at Simeon, your lustful gaze fixed on your lover. You move your hands back, leaving a trail of kisses on Simeon's soft skin once again. After a moment, your lust takes hold of you as you grab Simeon's waist tightly, pulling him even closer. Your lips come crashing down on Simeon's, your tongue exploring the angel's mouth with hunger. You devour Simeon's body with your kisses, your fingers tracing a trail of lust as you move them up the angels' legs. 

"Oh yes, Simeon," you groan as you tease Simeon's entrance with your soaked tip, "I'm gonna take you now, angel."

Simeon's back arches and his body trembles as you move your fingers closer and closer to his inner thighs. His eyes flutter open with desire and anticipation as they look up into your glimmering eyes. His breath is quick and short, and he whimpers softly as you finally touch his pulsing entrance and teases him with your tip. 

His hips involuntarily grind against you as he begs for you to give him the one thing he craves most. "You, please..." he whispers, his eyes locked onto your lustful gaze. "I want it... I want it so bad... I need you…”

Your grin widens even more and nods at Simeon's obvious need and lustful begging. "I'm gonna take you now, Simeon. All of you," you whisper, your voice thick with lust and quiver ever so slightly. "Just tell me how hard you want it."

You chuckle and kiss Simeon's neck once again. Your lips press kisses and you bite him with gentle aggression, your tongue exploring every inch of the angel's skin to add extra stimulation to your touch. Simeon's whimpers grow louder as he pleads and begs, but you ignore his pleas and tease him at your own pace. 

Simeon's entire body quivers and his breath comes out in moans and whimpers as he begs you to give him everything he wants. His voice is barely even heard as he whispers your name and begs to be taken. He clings fiercely onto you, his fingers curled against your back, his nails digging into your flesh, your lips still pressed against his neck as he begs and pleads.

Finally, you push yourself fully into Simeon and bring your hips forward and move back again in a slow rhythm. "Mmm," you moan breathlessly, "you feel so good, Simeon. I need you... God, I need you."

The moment you push himself fully into Simeon, it's as if his entire world comes to a standstill. The heat of your touch envelops him in an overwhelming haze, leaving him breathless and unable to think clearly as his brain reels in pleasure. 

"Ohh…" he murmurs seductively, the heat of the moment getting too much for him. "Mmm, god. I need... I need you too…”

You thrust deeper and hold the angel's hips down, your touch filling Simeon with pure ecstasy. "That's it... That's it, Simeon." You start to roll your hips slowly and sensually, pleasing yourself and Simeon at the same time.

His body arches back under the force of your touch, pressing his own flesh against yours as he begs for you to move faster, to give it to him. "Yes, please, god! Yes, harder! Harder!”

His whimpers grow louder and louder, becoming pleas and urgent demands. His body trembles from pure ecstasy, his hands clasped together and clinging desperately to your back as he begs for more.

Your eyes are filled with excitement as you watch and feel Simeon's eager and passionate reaction to your touch. Your muscles flex and your heart pounds with pleasure. You move your hips faster, teasing Simeon with a faster pace before slowing down again to a sensuous rhythm. 

"Harder, please!" Simeon lets out a loud moan as you speed up your movements even more. His hips arch back, his body writhing in pleasure as your thrusts become faster and rougher, hitting him in his most delicious spots.. 

"Faster, please! Harder!" Simeon begs passionately, his body shaking as the heat of the moment grows. He grips tighter on your back as he leans forward, his body desperate for the release it craves.

Your eyes glitter with desire and your mouth is agape as you hear Simeon's desperate moans. Your touch is no longer teasing or playful. You are taking Simeon with a force which he's never felt before. You know the angel wants it, needs it, and you are more than willing to give it. You moan softly and plunge your lips onto Simeon's collarbone. 

Simeon's body quivers under your touch as he finally gets the full and hard penetration he's been waiting for. He gasps and his chest heaves softly as you push down on him harder. Simeon clings onto you with all his might as he grinds his hips against yours as well. 

"Yes, yes, like this... God, yes, harder, faster... harder!" His breath comes out in quick, short gasps, as he begs you to go deeper and faster with your thrusts.

"Yes, Simeon. Yes." You whisper hoarsely. The sudden change of pace sends shivers down Simeon's spine and his back arches as he lets out involuntary depraved moans—which you did not expect from him tonight. Nevertheless, you are both digging this new experience in your sex lives.

"Oh… Oh my god, yes!" He lets out a loud cry as his body convulses under your forceful touches. His eyes roll back as he moans and groans seductively, his body pulsating with pleasure. "Yes, oh, god, yes!" he gasps, "More, more, more... I need it!”

Your face is flushed with desire as you hear Simeon endlessly beg for you to go deeper and faster. Your touch becomes more intense and forceful, your thrusts more deep and penetrating. You move your hips rapidly, filling Simeon with pleasure and lust. You grit your teeth and push yourself into Simeon again and again. You groan and your breath comes out in short, raspy puffs, as you move faster and pound into Simeon with all your strength.

"Oh, Simeon, I'm getting close," you moan breathlessly, feeling the pressure building in your stomach. "Are you ready to be mine? Will you be my good, obedient angel?”

Simeon's eyes roll back into his head as your rhythmic pounding hits all the right spots. His entire body shivers and his legs wrap around you in a desperate plea for you to go deeper. His moans of pleasure grow louder as he gasps eagerly for breath. He begs and begs, unable to control his lust for you. 

"Yes, you, take me... Yes, please! Oh, god, give it all to me! Please take me, make me yours!" Simeon begs in his hoarse, desperate voice. Simeon cries out softly under your touch, his body trembling and quaking with pure ecstasy. 

"Yes, you. Please, I need this, I want this. I want to be yours." Simeon moves his hips up and down, meeting your thrusts with equal force, eager to let you have your way.

Your breaths quicken more, your eyes shimmer with lust and desire as you pick up the pace, rolling your hips seductively; your thrusts becoming harder, more pleasurable, and more intense.

Simeon's cries grow louder, his body trembling and quaking as you thrash and thrust into him vigorously. His fingers are buried deep into your flesh as his hips move in and out with your thrusts. His gasps get louder but his breath comes in short, shallow gasps and his moans drown out even the loudest of sounds. 

"God, oh, god..." his voice above whispers—weak and desperate—as he clings to your body as he rocks back and forth underneath you. "Yes, I want this. I need this. I need you.”

You moan as you hold Simeon's body closer to yours, feeling every inch of the angel as you thrust in and out in a faster and faster rhythm. "Oh, yes, Simeon. I need you so bad. Oh yes, I want you so bad! Take me, Simeon. Oh, I'm... I'm going to..."

You lean down once more, your lips crash deep into Simeon's, forceful yet passionate; just like how your thrusts have become as you reach your climax. Your hands grip the angel's ass firmly under both of your weight, pushing yourself in deeper as your seed spurts and fills Simeon to the brim.

Simeon moans and gasps softly as the moment finally strikes, his whole body trembling under your forceful touch. The angel grips onto your shoulders and pulls you closer as his legs clasp around your waist, his eyes shut tight and he goes breathless. He grinds his hips against yours desperately, his voice hoarse and his lungs beg for more air. "Love... yes… oh yes!"

His whole body quivers violently as his climax strikes not long after yours, his body arching back and his eyes shut tight, bringing his senses into new heights.

Simeon's body tightens in response as he releases. He pushes back against you desperately, craving more of your electrifying touches on his body. His eyes flutter closed and he clings onto your frame as the seeds spill out over both your bodies. Panting softly, Simeon slowly opens his eyes to lock eyes with you. 

"I love you." He whispers in between breaths and smiles sweetly.

Your expression softens as you hear Simeon whisper "I love you." Your smile is gentle as you look back at Simeon, taking in every inch of the angel's flushed and exhausted body. You kiss him gently for a moment while savoring the dissipating tingles all over your body.

"I love you too, Simeon," you whisper softly as you roll over to the angel's side; pulling Simeon closer to your chest, covering both your damp bodies with a warm embrace. You hold Simeon close to your frame, never wanting to let go. You run your hands over Simeon's back and down his arms, your thumbs leaving warm trails wherever they go. "You are my love, angel... my precious, sweet Simeon."

"Let's take some rest, shall we?" you hush in a whisper, your voice rasping with fatigue and pleasure.

Simeon wraps his arms around you, embracing you tightly as well. His touch is soft and delicate as he runs his fingers through your hair. "Mine," he whispers to himself. He lays his head down on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. 

"Mine." The whispers continue as he caresses your body. "It's so hard to resist, but you're mine. Mine, mine, mine forever." His breathing grows slower and less erratic, his eyes closing as he drifts into a deep, restorative slumber.

[luciferism]

[ "Husband Series III: Risqué Dinner" ]

Lucifer x Top AMAB!Reader

Summary: You and Lucifer explores the thrill of being indecorous in public.

Tags: 18+, smut, one shot, explicit, anal sex, public (under the table) hand job, semi-public sex

Word Count: 4.2K words

《 Husband Series: Part II

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It is a peaceful evening in the House of Lamentation. Every brother, including Lucifer and his husband, you, are having dinner. The table is adorned by many foods, fruits and glasses of wine as well as candles. The elegantly intricate chandelier above completes the scene of a luxurious dining room of the mansion. The clang and clink of the utensils combined with the booming voices of the younger brothers disrupt the silence of the evening.

They are busy engaging in small conversations about anything random. Meanwhile, you, who are sitting on your seat on the side of Lucifer at the long table, are focused on eating and engaging with the brothers. Lucifer, on the other hand, keeps his cool as the vibrating sensation of a sex toy inside him makes him want to moan.

Lucifer bites his lips again, his breath hitched from the pleasurable sensation. His body trembles for a moment as a wave of pleasure runs down his spine and into his loins. No one at the table notices his reaction, except for you, who is smiling at yourself at your accomplishment of arousing your husband in public.

He has been trying his hardest to control himself in this situation, but his willpower is not enough. He bites his lips to prevent himself from giving in and heaving a moan. He looks at you out of the corner of his eyes, and you notice some sweat has formed on your husband's forehead.

Lucifer takes a sip from his wine glass to ease himself and distract his thoughts from the pleasurable vibrations.

As the younger brothers continue to banter with each other and sips more of their wine, you sneakily place your palms on Lucifer's bulge under the table. You keep your gaze on who's talking, occasionally glancing at your husband, while your hand presses him firmly. No one will ever notice unless they look under the mantle or will Lucifer moan.

"How are you feeling?" You whispered, leaning a bit to his right by Lucifer's ear.

He gasps but tries to cover it, then his eyes widen a bit when he feels your hand firmly grasping him. This little surprise definitely takes away any last ounce of his willpower. He glances at you, giving you a quick nod.

"I... Feel…" He takes a deep breath, trying to finish his sentence, but he really can't anymore. Even in this position, the pressure and movement feels so good. He closes his eyes and moans softly.

Inconspicuously, you used magic to topple Beelzebub's wine glass – which made a noise and spilled the contents. Just like anyone's normal reaction, the younger brothers focus their attention on Beelzebub, who's busy wiping the wine with his napkin. His movements are hasty, thus, toppling the bottle of red wine to the floor as well. Still preoccupied by the "accident," the younger brothers' attention is glued to Beelzebub.

A faint smirk paints your face, your hand now unzipping Lucifer's trousers and holding him bare. Of course, your movements are subtle to not incur any suspicion. You look at your husband and briefly peck his lips. After pulling away, you gesture to Lucifer to stay silent.

Seeing your actions and his command, Lucifer obediently remains quiet.

He is completely exposed, his manhood is exposed to his husband. But, he is still in control of himself. However, he's still shaking from the sensation and the pressure of the toy inside him. His breathing is a bit erratic and his face is flushed. When you peck his lips, he smiles softly and gazes at you with love.

His eyes darted around the dining table, looking at the younger brothers but they were focused on Beelzebub who was still cleaning the mess. Lucifer is still in control but the movements of your hands are not making it easier for him.

The other brothers, too, are busy helping Beelzebub clean the spilled contents on the floor. Some even try to help him in wiping the red stain. They are all too busy to even care for Lucifer and you.

Lucifer, despite his surprise, is too busy enjoying the pleasure you bring about. His eyes are closed tight and his breathing is heavier than normal. His head leans back a little and he moans a bit louder, which prompts him to moan into his cloth napkin.

Lucifer grabs your hand, as if he's asking you to slow down, but he's too far in to stop now. The sensation is so good that Lucifer needs more.

"Damn…" He grips the table tightly to make the sensation more pleasurable. His hand brushes up against the table, knocking down a bowl of grapes, but it doesn't matter anymore to him. He closes his eyes again and lets out a few moans, biting his lower lip to mask the sound. The pleasure is too much to hold.

"Stay still." You said, despite knowing for a fact that it is impossible for Lucifer. You grin at him, your fingers' limited yet nimble movements are only controlled by your wrist.

To cover up Lucifer, you pick up the grapes on the table as if you are hinting that you were the one who knocked the bowl. You eat one, your gaze keeping an eye out for the brothers who are still busy helping Beelzebub; while the others, Satan and Asmodeus, have already left the dining area after finishing the last bites of their meals. You feel bad, like you just bullied a child or took the cane of a blind man; but the urge to tease Lucifer is stronger, however.

He tries desperately to be compliant and still, but your grip on his cock is making it very difficult. His body jerks in response to the stimulating pressure, yet he attempts to stay still so that your little secret doesn't blow up in your faces.

He breathes erratically, his breath faltering. He keeps his mouth slightly open. His ears perk up at every sound that is heard from the other direction. Lucifer's fingers hold your hand tightly, as he feels like losing complete control of his body.

You eat a grape, then place two on Lucifer's lips.

“Open wide, love.” You look at him, silently daring your husband if he can still hold his composure.

"I swear…" He grunts in effort to not lose his cool and moans quietly as he takes the grapes inside his mouth. You let out a small quiet laugh as you continue to stroke Lucifer under the table while his jaws clenched harder than they should as he chews the fruit.

He can control himself no more to not make sounds of pleasure. The moment you pick up the grapes, making them unaware of the situation, Lucifer's entire body shakes because of the sensations. His back is pressed back against his chair. His breaths are shallow and rapid, while his hands and feet are trembling.

Lucifer's eyes are locked onto you, anticipating your every move. He was already at the edge; the longer this continues, the more he feels his mind and body weakening. Your fingers wrapped around him feel so good, even in limited movement and the damned toy keeps its assault inside his ass.

"Damn... Damn it…" Panting, he tries to get his emotions under control. However, his eyes open wider each time he feels your hand and toy on him. His nails scratch the table, his legs shake, his eyebrows twitch, and he squirms, while you keep on stroking and covering for him.

He still tries his best to stay still, to make sure his actions won't attract the attention of the younger brothers. His eyes are shut, his lips slightly parted, and his breath is labored. It is too hard to control himself, and his pleasure is too great to ignore.

"No... No…" His words come out as moans.

Lucifer is panting, his gaze locked on you, who is still grinning at him. His fingers are twitching and fumbling to grip tighter on the table. His legs shake and he is forced to adjust his sitting position as he rocks sideways for more stimulation.

"Mmmph! I can't…" Lucifer gasps. His body jerks and rocks back and forth from your hand's rhythm. He tries again to control himself but fails as he hisses and whimpers, his head tilting back and his expression turning delirious.

He squirms on his chair, which causes the table to shake. Luckily, the brothers are busy with Beelzebub, and it's not like it's unusual seeing Lucifer shaking his head while his legs kick and bounce. This scene, in particular, looks almost the same as a toddler's tantrum.

He lets out a few more moans, the vibrations becoming faster, stronger. His hand grips the table harder, his knuckles turning white, as if he's going to break it. The table rattles, spilling a few more cutleries. Everyone's attention is diverted again at this commotion.

"I... Can't." He lets out another moan, his hands now grasping the table firmly.

He wants to protest, telling you to stop. Or at least stop the teasing. But he can't. He can't even speak properly at this point.

"St... Stooop..." Lucifer is trying hard to utter the words, but they only come out as incoherent groans and a bit of heavy breathing.

"Your teasing is my torture…" Lucifer groans again and this time he can't stop. It is too much to handle for him. His mind is filled with fantasies of the two of you somewhere private, where you are not merely teasing him, but having your way with him. His body shivers, sweat dripping down his face.

"No more... Please." He begs, his voice is above a whisper.

"Hey, Beel. It's fine." You call out to your brother in law, your lips curving upwards for an entirely different reason, while your hand stops its movement temporarily. "You guys can go, I'll clean this up later."

You remain smiling at Beelzebub and the others. Oblivious of what has transpired behind their backs, the younger brothers casually left the dining area - leaving both Lucifer and you completely alone. Once they are gone, your lips immediately plunge against your husband’s.

He opens his eyes and stares at you, his lips still wet after the kiss you shared. His lips are parted ever so slightly, trying to catch his breath.

"You…" A few beads of sweat drip again on his forehead, he wipes them away and takes a second to collect himself.

"You... What have you done to me?" A subtle yet intense heat spreads throughout his body, making him shiver. This is certainly not the first time that he's been teased by you, but this one is just on a different level.

"Love…" He's breathless and is still in the grip of ecstasy. your hand may have stopped but the toy is still vibrating inside his ass. His mind's full of thoughts of what he wants you to do to him - the many ways he wants you to please him and he to please you, of how he wants to taste you and let him feel everything he wants to feel.

"Did you like it?" You ask with a faint grin on your lips. Without waiting for his response, you kiss him once more.

All rational thought vanishes and what's left is a pure carnal desire. Lucifer’s body is begging for more touch and his hands grab you and pull him closer, then your lips meet again and again with more abandon - your tongues exploring each other, your bodies grinding together like a hungry machine. Lucifer's mind starts to fill with dirty thoughts, needing to have you inside him.

Lucifer feels hot all over, his hands moving to hold you by the waist, his fingers caressing the small of your back. Lucifer's mouth opens as he starts to get desperate for you. He craves you, he is aching for you and your body. He breaks the kiss, just to take a breather. With his breath ragged, he whispers.

"Ohh... I need you inside me, please."

You don't need to be told twice, you immediately untangle your buckled belt and open the zipper of your trousers, leaving you still clothed and a fly open. You have been throbbing since earlier and you will not make yourselves both suffer anymore. Once your dick is out of its confines, you push back the dining chair together with your weight to give a room for Lucifer's accommodation on your lap..

"Come sit on my lap with your back facing me." You said, slightly breathless yet eager.

“Yes.” Lucifer gets up from his chair, removing his trousers and underwear, setting them on the nearby dining chair. Lucifer nods with a groan of excitement. He removes himself from the chair, his body aching as his cock throbs and his hole twitches.

Lucifer can barely stay still from how he's feeling. His body trembles, his cheeks red and his breath hot. You can see the lustful look in his eyes. Lucifer's mind is blank, he's just so desperate to have you be fully inside him right now that the vibration intensity of the sex toy has been completely forgotten. All he needs is your body and nothing else.

Lucifer obediently does as he's told. He sits on your lap, facing away from you. Despite being still dressed up with formal attire on his upper body, this position feels extremely comfortable, even more than how he would sit on a regular chair, his thighs squeezed your lap. Lucifer's legs immediately wrap around you, his ass making contact with your thighs and cock as he keenly plops down on your lap. The heat is undeniable and both of you are eager for what is to come.

“Mmm, that’s it.” You hum in approval.

In this position, Lucifer's ass is exposed to you; he can't help but to squirm, his hips moving in search of your dick and your fingers titillatingly brush his ass cheeks, teasing him and driving him on edge.

The sensation feels electric, even more so that you are having sex in the dining area after your family dinner. He could feel the texture of your cock and you felt his warm ass cheeks grinding on you, your hot breath tickling his ear as you let out sharp exhalation. Lucifer lets out a soft moan but bites his lower lip once more in an attempt to keep his voice low..

You grip his hips to keep him from moving. You are not in yet but Lucifer feels like he could come from this grinding alone. You spread Lucifer's ass cheeks and removed the sex toy from the inside of his walls, which is now covered in warm transparent slick, and you threw it on the floor.

"You are so sexy tonight, you know?" You lean forward, kissing Lucifer's neck and whispering sweet, lustful words that Lucifer is unable to understand because of the tingles you have given him. It is all too much for him until he closes his eyes again and lets out yet another moan with his eyes shut tight, his head pressed back and his lips slightly agape.

You sneakily wrap your arm around Lucifer's torso and kiss the soft flesh of his back, which is still covered under his shirt.

"Hover for a bit…" You command and Lucifer obeys almost instantly. You guide your cock inside Lucifer's inviting body, slowly stretching and filling him inside. Much to both of your pleasures, Lucifer's tightness never fails on you.

Your lips on his skin and the sweet caress of your touch only add to Lucifer's pleasure. He grips into the table cloth tighter, his body twitching in anticipation as you ease inside him. His breath is shallow, he is panting and moaning with every centimeter of you inside him.

"Yes! It feels good... Just like that." Lucifer's voice is thick and sultry while he moans.

Lucifer leans his head back, letting out a louder moan of pleasure. His eyes are closed as he enjoys the moment, gasping from the sudden sensation of being completely filled. A sense of relief washes over him, his body slowly relaxing. His mind becomes hazy, his body melting with you inside. Lucifer's muscles twitch and his ass squeezes you tighter.

Your fingers are digging on his waist, leaving faint prints of his nails.

"Ah… you feel so good and tight around me. Always." You groan as you buck your hips upwards, pushing inside him deeper and with haste.

You are both now immersed into your rough lovemaking at the dining table – the foods, drinks and fruits – everything is now completely forgotten despite being present in front of you. If someone is in the vicinity of the dining room, they could probably hear them – not that they don't hear you two everytime you and Lucifer do it, though.

Lucifer is barely able to think. His head is empty and his thoughts are occupied by you. His fingers grips the table, his nails digging into the wood.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" Lucifer loudly moans as he bounces on your lap, unconcerned if one of his brothers will hear him screaming in pleasure in the dining room. Lucifer has always been loud when you make love, however, he’s quite more vocal and vulgar tonight.

His body trembles and vibrates from the pleasure. His hips rock back and forth against you, and with each thrust, his moans become louder, more desperate. You are hitting the right spots and the stimulation his body feels is exquisite.

"You… you're such a slut for me." Your fingers on his waist have now turned into scratches as the pace of your thrusts quickens. You can feel Lucifer's body tremble, your breath coming in short gasps as Lucifer bounces aggressively on your dick.

Lucifer's toes curl, his legs shaking, and he is in a state of ecstasy. His breaths are quick and urgent like he ran a marathon. The pleasure is so overwhelming that he is unable to think straight. Every movement of you inside him feels so good, it makes him moan louder and louder.

He grabs your thighs, his nails digging on your trousers and leaving traces of his nails underneath, the heat of your passion making him cling to you like this is the only thing that keeps him from burning up in flames.

"Yes... I'm your whore and I will always be yours." He mindlessly responded in between his moans.

Lucifer is barely coherent at this point. Every nerve ending in his body is firing up with pleasure, making him moan and writhe with increasing fervor. His teeth bite his lower lip, trying to hold back his moans of pleasure but fails miserably. His eyes are still closed, you are making him see stars. It is beyond a pleasure now – it is something otherworldly. You are a part of him and he is a part of you, and he wants you to have this feeling too. He rocks his body, bouncing his ass against his husband.

You let out a loud moan as he picks up the pace. The sloshing sound of his flesh taking in your cock with vigor and the occasional clink of the silverware on the dish creates a music to your heart – a perfect harmony for the both of you.

Lucifer arches his back as he rocks it in a rhythmic pattern, his fingers digging into your thighs and the tablecloth in a vice grip. You can feel the heat from Lucifer's hand on his skin as well as the heat between your thighs. Your bodies are a furnace as each movement sparks new waves of pleasure to both of yourselves.

"Oh, my love…" Every nerve on his body is so stimulated. His body is pulsating, a warm feeling is radiating throughout his body,

You are filling and stretching him apart. Lucifer’s fingers now grip on your forearms and leave reddish marks. He looks over his shoulder, and your eyes meet. You are enjoying this too, and the look on your facial expressions of pure pleasure is intoxicating. The noises that come out of Lucifer's mouth are scandalous, not that he cares. He is in his own little bubble, everything around him is gone.

You are not holding back – you are going rougher and it sends bolts of lightning throughout your body. It leaves you and Lucifer beyond aroused. You close your eyes to savor these moments, you plant kisses and marks on his back, your body moving on the rhythm together with Lucifer.

"Ohh… Lucifer." You moan. Your eyes flutter open, your vision becoming blurry because it was hard to focus in such a state. All you can think of is Lucifer. Lucifer. Lucifer. Lucifer. You grips harder. Your lips trails on Lucifer's ear, nape and down to his covered shoulder blades. Your mouth is on fire for your husband.

Lucifer's eyes remain closed as he is completely immersed by your touch, the feeling of your manhood and the warmth of his body. His eyes flutter open ever so briefly, seeing your blurry face, and then close again. His moans and groans turn into sounds of pleasure as your rhythm reaches him.

"My love…" He whispers between gasps, arching his back once more and pressing his body harder against yours. Sweat is beading on his forehead, his body is trembling, and his legs are shaking.

You are lost in the moment, your mouth is agape and your body is twitching. You are no longer thinking at all, you can only feel and get lost in ecstacy. You hold Lucifer’s waist tighter, little red arcs form on his flesh as your nails dig into the skin, but he doesn't seem to feel the pain.

"Lucifer…" Your voice slightly above a whisper and hoarse. Your body is still rocking back and forth, erratically meeting his ass as he bounced on you, pushing your cock inside his warm and snug velvety walls; which in turn, bringing you closer to the edge.

Every motion you make brings Lucifer closer to climax as well, he's not sure how much longer he would be able to hold it. He closes his eyes and moans. Sweat is beading on his forehead and on his chest and back from his physical effort; his sweat forms darker patches on his shirt.

"I can't hold back… YES!" Lucifer is lost in the pleasure as well, his whole body throbbing.

He is in a frenzy, his senses overwhelmed. Everything feels so good, the heat is overwhelming and it feels like he'll burst any moment. He pushes his ass cheeks up more, rocking it hard against your cock as his hips continue moving in a feverish rhythm. Sweat is beading down his forehead, dripping down his body.

"I'm about to come!" Lucifer's whole body trembles with the intensity of your love making. He pushes his body closer to you.

Lucifer's body shivers, his teeth baring, and the pleasure is so immense that his whole body tenses. The moment he reaches his climax, he moans as his body releases, the heat and pleasure radiating from him and his chest. His thick, sticky loads of semen gush out in the air down to the floor, some to the table cloth, to his and your thighs; hence soiling mostly your trousers and his own stomach.

He presses his face down, his hair falling to his face, and he lets his back go limp against your body. His body is still quivering from the after effects of his climax, his erect cock tingles in desire. You can feel the heat of his pulsing flesh against your cock as well as the wetness of Lucifer's climax.

"Fuck… Lucifer!" Your moans and grunting gradually grow louder. It was exhilarating, Lucifer’s climax was explosive. You feel as if your body is set ablaze and electrocuted at the same time. You begin to thrust your hips instinctively and Lucifer could feel your body quivering. Your lips are parted and your whole face screams you are in bliss.

The pressure built inside you for so long that it became unbearable. Just as Lucifer, you let out a long guttural moan that could be heard across the entire dining area. Your eyes are shut tight and your brows wrinkle in a small frown as the pleasure takes your whole being into the sensation.

"Mmm… Take it! Take…" Your voice hushes into a groan as your body tenses and jaws clenched.

Your eyes remain closed, your body twitching as your mouth hangs open for breath. Your fingers are tight on Lucifer's body, your palms digging into the skin, and your hips make quick tiny thrusts as you reach your climax. Warm and thick, white viscid liquid spurts inside Lucifer and your whole body seems frozen in the moment, you moan loud from the pleasure before falling limply on his back, your head hanging low and resting against him.

"That was something." You puff, then softly laugh. Your arms wrap around Lucifer's torso lovingly; your sweat glistens against the chandelier as you catch your breath – soaking Lucifer's already sweaty shirt. Both of you sit for a moment with you still plunged inside Lucifer. You can both feel your semen dripping down from his hole to your testicles – further soiling your underwear and your trousers.

"Oh, yes. Risqué." Lucifer sighs as his heart swells in contentment and quickly dissolves into tiny chuckles.

[luciferism]

Zhongli x GN! Reader

summary: You and Zhongli have finally met after a few months of business correspondence and something unexpected, on your perspective, happened aside from your productive meeting: a relationship that far goes above and beyond mere business partners.

tags: 18+, smut, eventual smut, office desk/couch sex, one shot, explicit (not too much unlike my other smuts), modern Teyvat AU, Zhongli is rich lol, business people (CEOs), video taking during sex, lovestruck Zhongli

word count: 7.1K words

A/N: I'm including Genshin Impact characters now ;) Especially my all time favorite - Zhongli ♡ I mean, if I love Lucifer then it's no wonder why I love Zhongli.

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The two of you shook hands, you were glancing up at the clock on the wall and the windows where the sun would soon be setting. You and Zhongli remained in the room, each of you knowing the meeting had come to an end, and the two of you looking at each other as if you were expecting something more.

"That concludes everything, does it not?" Zhongli said, a faint smile curling at his lips, as though there was indeed something else that he wanted to discuss, yet he did not want to be too forward.

You study the documentations on the table with a serious expression plastered on your face. You look up at Zhongli from your seat, a soft smile adorns your face to mask the slowly picking up of your heartbeat’s pace.

"Well, we already tackled all of the most important matters down to the smallest details of this business contract. I think that is all. Unless, you wish to discuss other matters?"

You confidently stand in front of Zhongli. You're quite curious about the man's response to your question, for you do not have an inkling of what might it be that needs further discussion.

You could see that this was the part that Zhongli had been preparing for, for his gaze was filled with a quiet intensity, and his body language was that of a man with confidence.

"I have something... somewhat strange to ask you." Zhongli said, his expression shifting from focused intensity to a soft smile. He wanted to approach the topic with some degree of care.

"It is not something that I make a habit of asking people outside of my trusted circle, yet I feel confident that you would not think poorly of me for asking it.”

A raised brow is all you could do as a response to Zhongli's words. Your mind is running miles, contemplating on the possible things that Zhongli would say.

"That depends on what you are about to say, Zhongli. Regardless, I will have an open mind. What is it?” Your curious frown is still present as you nod, signaling this unequivocally attractive man in front of you to continue. As soon as your question ended, he stated;

"I would like to take you on a date." Zhongli said in a candid tone.

Zhongli was not expecting his words to carry the weight they did, but he felt a little flutter as he made his intentions known. As your interaction had gone on, he had become more attracted to you than he had intended, and he felt the need to make it known.

Zhongli was willing to accept whatever answer you gave him, for he knew that this was not the kind of thing that everyone would jump to say yes to.

The look of curious expression on your face contorts into a shocked one, then, as if immediately, the corner of your lips curve upwards in a sly grin. Your heart beats rapidly inside your chest and you hold yourself from jumping in joy.

"You wish to take me out. On a date?" Your gaze fixed on the table as you muse briefly. "I don't see any reason to refuse. So, yes.”

Zhongli felt quite pleased with your answer. As much as he was attempting to remain professional and maintain his composed dignity, he felt himself growing more and more excited at the situation.

As your mutual attraction was made clear, Zhongli shifted his body to approach your side of the table with a small stride.

"Good." Zhongli said, his voice just slightly above a whisper as he leaned toward you. As his eyes remained downcast, Zhongli lifted up both of his hands from the table, his fingers forming a diamond shape to frame your face.

His eyes remained fixed on your face, and he felt a flush of anticipation wash over him as he leaned in towards you, both of your faces now only inches apart.

You could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest, and you could see Zhongli’s eyes studying your expression. The room, the documents, the meeting... It all faded away as Zhongli focused on you, his breath wafting softly over your face as you both leaned closer together.

"I would like to kiss you." Zhongli whispered, his own breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Y-yes." You could die from the embarrassment and from the whirling emotions you feel at the moment. You did not pull nor look away from Zhongli, however. In fact, you like the sensation of Zhongli’s rough, warm palms on your cheeks and the man’s minty breath on your skin.

As Zhongli heard your reply, he leaned in closer to you, his warm and soft lips gently touching yours. The two of you shared a tender kiss, and you both found yourselves savoring every moment.

The kiss lasted only a moment, and Zhongli pulled away, smiling at you before leaning back to the other side of the table. He could see your face was slightly red in hue, and Zhongli himself was blushing, though he was able to maintain his calm demeanor.

Shaky breaths, tinted cheeks, and fast beating of your heart. You could only smile with a bashful expression on your face. You look at Zhongli’s equally flushed face and clears your throat.

"It felt nice..." Your voice trails off, the sensation of Zhongli’s soft and moist lips still very much lingers on your own. Your usually reserved demeanor is replaced by that individual who had just had their first kiss from their first love.

Zhongli saw the effect his kiss had had on you, and he could not help but feel pleased with himself.

With a quiet confidence, Zhongli looked at you with admiration, nodding slightly as he watched you gather yourself after the impromptu kiss. When you spoke, Zhongli knew there was something you did not say, but he was hesitant to address the subject first. You could see the intrigue in his eyes, as if the man was studying your reactions to your moment of intimacy.

He could see you glancing down at the table, and then back up at him with a soft smile on your lips. With a look at those lips, Zhongli felt his own breath catch in his throat, and he felt a strong desire to kiss them once more.

"Is there something you wish to discuss?" Zhongli asked softly.

Now that he's overcome your inner turmoil, your lips curl into another faint smile. The kiss left you giddy, sure, but you have to know where and when this 'date' will be so you can prepare and open up a schedule for such an event.

"Would you mind telling me when our 'date' will be?”

Zhongli chuckled softly as he looked at you, his own smile widening as he saw the excitement in your facial expression.

"I do not mind at all." Zhongli said, and the words felt natural to him.

As he leaned slightly back over the table, Zhongli pulled out his phone and opened his calendar. He spent a moment, tapping in the time and location that he had in mind, before handing the phone to you.

"Here. Is this good enough?" Zhongli asked.

With a subtle motion of your body, you lean into the table to see the time and place that Zhongli had chosen for your date. Up in the hills at the edge of the Liyue city, an exquisite restaurant, tomorrow at 6:00PM. You mused once more and then your decision was made.

"Yes, wonderful. I don't have any upcoming engagements tomorrow in the evening so this arrangement is perfect." You smile, leaning back to the comfort of your seat.

"Good." Zhongli replied, looking up from the calendar on his phone.

Zhongli could still feel a flutter of excitement in his chest as he watched you lean back, and he was already looking forward to your meal at the restaurant. He felt that there could be something of great potential between him and you, and he felt that it would be a waste if things had not progressed as far as you did.

"I have... something else I would like to discuss with you." Zhongli’s voice was soft, and his eyes studied you carefully for your reaction.

The unexpected turn of events has slightly left you immuned for what is to come. Now that you both have your impromptu kiss and agreed to go on a date, you are more than willing to listen to what Zhongli has to say.

"Yes, please. Since the business part is over, what is it?" You ask, crossing your legs under the table. You look into the eyes of this handsome man and you cannot help your stomach from flipping in a pleasant manner.

"Well, it concerns... us..." Zhongli said, his voice growing a little quieter than it had been before. He felt quite a bit of nervousness as he leaned over the table again toward you, trying to find good words to use as he considered his own actions.

"If you have not yet caught wind of it, my intention towards you may be... much more than... mere friendship." Zhongli felt his heart racing as he waited for your response.

Your heart could not beat any faster. The slight pain on the tip of your tongue is your only anchor to keep yourself composed and grounded. This is your first time officially meeting in person since you only made contact through formal letters and business communication.

"Are you... are you saying you would like us to become entangled in a romantic relationship? Significant other?" You have not answered yet, your curious and dubious nature restrains you from doing so. Is the Mr. Zhongli serious about you?

"Yes." Zhongli said. His voice was soft, calm, and serious, and his eyes held that same level of calm certainty that he had throughout their entire interaction.

"I would like... us to become entangled in a romantic relationship... If you are willing, that is."

Zhongli felt a smile grow at the corner of his mouth, his face flushing with excitement as he saw the hesitation on your face and the faint blush on your cheeks. He imagined that you did not expect someone like him to be asking this question.

"Before I answer, can I ask something?" You cannot help yourself now. This sudden proposal to become romantically involved with Zhongli is the least, no, none of what you have expected from this business union; not that it is unwelcomed, but rather, it is unexpected yet pleasant.

"This is our first time meeting in person, as you have known, and we've only had formal conversations through business letters and emails. What is it that you like about me? When?"

Questions were fired in succession. There is a subtle hint of eagerness in your tone and you want to hear Zhongli’s response.

Zhongli was not expecting your string of questions, but he could easily understand the reason behind them. He gave you a small and endearing smile, and leaned in more with his arms propping him up on the table.

"Well, I suppose I will speak as I have throughout the past few months of correspondence. You are clever, you are intuitive and you are well educated. As someone of power and position, I often find myself surrounded by fools and sycophants." Zhongli’s voice was gentle, and his eyes studied your face.

An eyebrow rose ever so slightly when you heard Zhongli’s words. The thought of being appreciated beyond your appearance is something you would like to have from your partner. A faint grin curls in your lips as you remain leaning back against the chair.

"Thank you, it is such a pleasure to hear your honest thoughts about me. When did you become certain of your... er.. feelings?" You tilt your head to the side, still trying to appraise Zhongli’s intention and his commitment towards you.

"I would say that I began to develop feelings for you over time, but it became more apparent around a month ago."

Despite his attempt to maintain his calm demeanor, Zhongli could feel his heartbeat increase, and he could feel his body heat up. He noticed the slight movement of your eyebrows, and for a brief moment, it felt as if his actions had begun to fail him. Though, Zhongli knew that that was not the case.

"May I ask you something now?" Zhongli asked, leaning forward again with a small smile. His Adam's Apple bobbed as he gulped.

You could not tear your gaze away from Zhongli’s piercing eyes. There is a rising tension between you again and it is more than welcomed on your part.

"Go ahead, Zhongli." Your tone of confidence belies your anxiety as you anticipate the man’s other inquiry.

"Are you willing to give us a chance?" Zhongli said softly, his voice carrying a slight tremble in it that he hoped you did not hear. Zhongli could see the small movement of your throat as well, and it did not take a genius to figure out that you were feeling as nervous as he was.

"We may not have known each other for very long, but I am certain about my emotions." Zhongli continued. "I think... that we are compatible, so I will ask again. Are you willing to give us a chance?”

Your decision was made a few seconds ago. You smile once again and gently give Zhongli a slight nod of your head.

"Yes, Zhongli. I am looking forward to this more romantic side of our relationship." Your eyes twinkle in nervous excitement, also wondering how this relationship would turn out since you both blurred the line between yourselves as being mere business partners.

Zhongli felt relief, and he could also notice the breath that you took in, and the breath Zhongli himself had been holding, the tension in the room becoming less palpable.

Without another word, Zhongli leaned in once more and planted a kiss on your lips. It was not nearly as long a kiss as the first one you exchanged before, but it said an entire novel.

When he pulled away, he could see the red blush on your face, and could not help but smile as he felt how warm his own face had become from the experience.

With your bashful expression, you sigh as your eyes dart around the office but Zhongli’s eyes. You could only sit still on your chair like a skillfully sculpted statue. Your heart is pounding inside your chest and a red flush creeps on your cheeks. A stray lock of hair tickles your skin and you gently tucks it back behind your ear.

"I feel the same.” You said.

Zhongli’s heart felt as if it had become a wild and untamed beast, racing wildly in his chest as he saw the color on your face and the way your eyes darted around the office. The look on your face was almost as if it were a painting, and Zhongli could not help but appreciate the beautiful expression it inspired in him.

"May I kiss you one more time?" Zhongli asked. The words were gentle, but not lacking in the tone that hinted it was not an open ended question.

Of course, as an opportunistic business person, you would not let this chance pass to feel Zhongli’s lips again. Your bashful demeanor switched to a confident one. You stand from your seat and walk to his side, letting go of your previous inhibitions.

"Yes. I want you to.” You smiled as you looked down on his sitting figure.

Zhongli saw this coming from a mile away, and he stood up to face you with a confident smirk on his face. Zhongli was not one to deny the opportunity to spend more time with such a charming person, and he felt the same amount of nerves as the first time you kissed.

His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you close for a moment, and his lips pressed against yours once more. Like before, he enjoyed taking his time, knowing that you could not resist his soft yet masculine kisses, though more passion was shown by both parties this time around.

With your emotions eddy inside, you kiss Zhongli with the same passion, if not more. Your head tilts sidewards to meet Zhongli’s intoxicating lips. Soft touches of your palms rest on his back as your hands repeatedly caress him, making a soft sound of rustling clothes that accompanies the hum of the air conditioner in his office; together with the amorous sound of your kiss.

Your breathing goes ragged by the second as you breathe through your nostrils. A hardly subtle moan escaped your throat when Zhongli slid his tongue inside your mouth.

Zhongli was caught off guard for a brief moment by the moan that left you, and he pulled back from the kiss for a moment to look at your face. Zhongli was not the type of man that would admit it, but he found it rather arousing.

Zhongli also took the moment to catch his breath, letting loose a slow exhalation, before leaning in again to continue where he left off. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pushed you back up against his office wall, continuing your kiss with renewed passion.

The passionately aggressive kiss of Zhongli felt like a bolt of lightning straight to your heart. You had to fight the urge to hold him close to you, lest you would fall to the floor as your knees gave way under your weight.

Zhongli took the moment to show you the type of man he was, one of experience but gentle and passionate. As your tongues danced and your fingers caressing one another, Zhongli felt the same rush of heat and excitement that he did on the very first time. He began to wonder just how far you would go.

After what felt like hours, Zhongli pulled away slightly, your lips still grazing against each other as he spoke in soft whispers.

"You are quite good at this." He whispered, teasingly and seductively.

You did your best to maintain your composure as you separated, and it was evident that you were trying to breathe at a normal rate after having a kiss so... intimate, as Zhongli had been. You felt as if your mind had been rocked.

"You are amazing." You said in a slightly breathless tone.

"I am glad you think so." Zhongli leaned forward and gave you a long kiss filled with emotion once again, his tongue sliding against yours and his hands firmly gripping your back and hips.

"I'm glad that we are making this leap... together." Zhongli whispered just within your ear as he pulled you near once more. Zhongli’s hands began to roam your body, and his mind began wondering just how far he could take things.

"We shall see how we mesh in other ways, I think…” Zhongli’s hands began slowly unbuttoning your shirt, and he could not help but stare at the view he uncovered. Feeling like a prey caught by your predator, your cheeks flushed furiously red and you were struggling to breathe from the excitement.

Your lips parted once again, this time with you breathing heavily and a smile on Zhongli’s face. With a gentle nudge of his palm on your chest, you were pushed back and onto his office desk.

Zhongli’s hands continued to gently roam, but with a slightly more demanding nature than before.

"I think we will mesh indeed." Zhongli’s voice was soft, and full of promise. It was not difficult for you to see exactly what he was implying.

You felt the excitement welling up once more, and you felt your heart racing in your chest as Zhongli continued to kiss you and move his hands all over your body. Zhongli’s hands moved down from your hip and back up the side of your ribs, and you could feel the muscles on your body tense as the man's hand grazed them.

Zhongli saw the passion in your eyes, and the color of your face. Your hands were shaking, and your chest was visibly heaving. You were breathing heavily, as if you were running a marathon, but Zhongli was not ready to let you catch your breath. His hands continued to explore the hidden regions of your body, each touch as careful and gentle as the first, yet also just a bit more demanding, and a bit more passionate.

"You are... intoxicatingly attractive..." Zhongli whispered and claimed your lips in a hungry kiss once more.

Zhongli allowed his hands beneath your shirt to continue on their journey downward, he slowly and seductively undressed you and you moaned under his tantalizing touch, your bare body sprawled on top of his desk. His own eyes drinking in the image of you, naked in front of him.

Zhongli began unbuckling his own belt, the soft sound of the metal rings clanking together causing your heart to flutter in your chest. He was left with his fly open as Zhongli felt those same flutters begin in his own heart, though it felt almost as if this was something he'd been preparing for, for years.

Zhongli did everything he could to keep his composure, but he was still affected by the excitement of the event.

"Ahh…” You moaned quietly from the anticipation.

Zhongli’s smile remained as his hands began to explore your body in ways that only one of your caliber could appreciate. Your heartbeat was beating loudly and fast enough to be felt by even a blind man, and you were barely able to control yourself around Zhongli.

Your hands were held down against the desk, and Zhongli leaned in close, his body right above yours and between your thighs. His lips brushed over your ear as he spoke once more, his voice barely a whisper.

"Are you ready for me?”

"Please," you begged softly under your breath, "more... more.”

All of your modesty flew outside the window as you laid bare on his office desk. The sensation of Zhongli’s hands caressing your body and his breathy deep voice sends cascades of emotions inside you. Never the need for more words, you both have the most apparent evidence between your legs.

Zhongli gave a soft chuckle, and began to trail kisses from your ear to your cheek, to the crook of your neck, and his lips soon found themselves once more on your mouth.

“Please, Zhongli.” A shameless, desperate plea was mumbled. Your gaze lingers on the come-hither look on Zhongli’s face.

Zhongli heard the plea, and he saw how you struggled to control yourself, how you were just barely restrained against his desk. After what felt like hours but were only a few minutes, Zhongli’s lips stopped moving against your ear, neck and mouth.

"I think, that... I will show you." Zhongli whispered. "Hold yourself, it will only get better from here."

Then, with only a moment's warning, Zhongli leaned back and pulled you up, and turned you in his desk so you faced away from him.

As much as you wanted to continue the words between the both of you, you found your vocal cords unwilling to continue the task as your lungs screamed for more breath. You felt as if he were a small animal at the mercy of a hungry predator, and it sent your body reeling with pleasure. Your words were gone, and only your breathing and moaning remained.

Your head turns over your shoulder, your lips slightly parted, and your body is stripped off of your clothes – exposing your bare back and rear to him. Your breath is still heavy from excitement as you let out breathy quiet moans that fill the office.

"Zhongli… please.” You beg once more, your eyes half-lidded as you look at him over your shoulder.

Zhongli heard everything, and he knew exactly what you wanted. Zhongli placed his hand on your soft and smooth back, slowly walking his fingers down your back, to your hips and your butt. Zhongli’s other hand slid upwards, towards your face, gently tugging you towards him.

Your lips were only inches from his, and Zhongli took his time, letting you enjoy this moment, for Zhongli had been building this up to this point for far longer than you had ever expected.

Zhongli’s hands slowly began to move over towards your thighs, as if measuring his next move. Zhongli’s eyes danced over your form, and he gave you a look of pure desire.

“Zhongli, please… I need you.” A soft quiet moan has once again escaped your lips. You shut your eyes close, feeling Zhongli’s weight pressing you on top of his own desk.

Zhongli smiled as he looked upon you in front of him. All other aspects of your personality were gone, only your passion and desire remained. Zhongli did not wait for you to finish your plea, he would not give you the time to change your mind.

With a swift movement, your body was turned back towards Zhongli as he took hold of you by the waist, and lifted you up from his desk.

"Hold on." He lifted you up, and stood to his feet as you began to wrap your legs around his body.

With a coy smirk on your face, you wrap your limbs around his waist and neck tighter to keep yourself from falling, not that he would let that happen, though. The weight of your head rests on Zhongli’s shoulder as you kiss the man's crook of his neck and jaw, your hot breath wafting on his skin.

"Where are you taking me?" You ask, pulling away your head from Zhongli. You are pretty much inside Zhongli’s spacious office and there's only one location where you can comfortably do the deed: the office couch.

Zhongli’s smirk only grew, and his eyes glanced around to ensure that the two of you had the privacy you desired.

Once he was certain that you would not be disturbed, Zhongli then placed you down onto the couch, and gently laid atop of you, his arms and legs straddling you and pinning you to the couch. Zhongli then whispered softly in your ear as he pressed on top of you.

"Let us begin..." Zhongli mumbled and then kissed the side of your neck, and then your jaw, and then your cheek. Zhongli’s hands roamed your body, slowly working their way on to your back, and then your arms, and then your legs, and then to the inside of your thigh. With each touch, you could feel a rush of heat and passion, as Zhongli slowly began to explore.

You could not contain your excitement anymore. Your quiet moans grow louder from the man's caresses and kisses. Your whole body feels like it has been set ablaze as you lay naked on the couch.

Zhongli’s voice was a soft murmur as he leaned down over you. "I am going to make you scream... and you'll love it." Zhongli's words were filled with a promise, a promise of what was to come. He slowly removes his lower garments completely off of his body and sensually kisses you once more.

Your half-lidded eyes shut from the nervous anticipation. You could now feel your flesh throb between your legs intensely as your moans grew louder.

Zhongli’s expression was that of pure lust as he slowly crept lower and lower, his mouth making its way down your neck, over your collar bone, and towards your chest. The tip of Zhongli’s tongue flicked ever so softly against your skin, teasingly and seductively. His hands continued to roam free, running along your legs, arms, hips and the delicate skin of your inner thighs. Zhongli’s touch was soft yet firm, as if he was exploring every single nook and cranny of your body.

"I love it… don’t stop." You whisper under your breath as you close your eyes, coaxing him and waiting for Zhongli’s next move. You began to tremble, your breathing becoming more and more labored.

"Oh... god." Your hips jolt when Zhongli’s rough hands grip your inner groin. With the pressure of the massage, you could feel every touch, and they seemed to make you quiver with excitement.

Your entire body was quivering with a mixture of nerves, excitement, and pleasure. Your skin felt on fire, and your lips parted in a gasp as you were brought to an overwhelming edge. Your hands clutched onto Zhongli’s body, grasping his tie as if to hold yourself back and bring yourself under control to prolong how long this feeling could last.

Zhongli felt your muscles tense and tremble before his own touch, and it excited him. Your body was like a river of warmth, and Zhongli enjoyed his swim in the rapids. He had been building and building the tension for some time, and your climax would be a spectacular show.

Your fingers grasped the fabric of Zhongli’s shirt, and Zhongli reached into a pocket on it and pulled out his phone. He then set it up on a small stand beside the couch. Your eyes flickered open with curiosity as Zhongli adjusted it.

"You're gonna record?" Your eyes flicker back and forth from Zhongli’s phone and to the man's handsome smug visage.

The thought of doing something brazen as recording yourselves gives you an unexpected exhilarating feeling inside despite the possible risks that comes with it. You’re both CEOs of your respective trades after all; the aftermath, if leaked, would not be pretty. Nevertheless, this makes you feel more aroused of this scandalous act.

Zhongli's smirk grew wider as he nodded at you, his own body still laying atop you and your faces inches away from one another. The phone was ready, and he would be able to take a look at this later to remember the night.

"I want to remember this." Zhongli’s voice was soft and full of intimacy.

"Do you know how rare someone like you is?" Zhongli whispered in your ear. "I want to have you captured.”

"Just in case. You know, for security." Zhongli then looked at you, his grin widening even more. "Besides, if you are as good as I imagine you are right now, it would be a shame not to record it for future enjoyment.”

Your head turns to the direction of the phone, seeing yourself naked under Zhongli’s half bare body on the screen and your legs wrapped around his waist makes your breath hitch at the sight of your bodies in a compromising position on the couch. The furious red flush that creeps on your face, chest and the tip of your ears goes barely unnoticeable as you gaze back at Zhongli’s face.

"Let's... let's just keep it to ourselves, Zhongli." Your tone is calm yet your voice is shaky.

"I only plan on keeping this for myself... Or perhaps for only two." Zhongli said softly and with a smirk on his face.

"Unless... you would like someone else to watch it as well." Zhongli then whispered, his voice dripping with seductive temptation.

Zhongli was not known for being a selfish man, and he would always make sure those that he was involved with were very well satiated, in all aspects.

"What do you say? Share with the two of us, only for us?" Zhongli spoke softly as he moved his head lower once more.

"Yes. Just for us." You close your eyes as you pull Zhongli down for a passionate kiss. This is not the time to ruin the mood and you'll deal with it later. Zhongli is a reasonable man, you trust him not to undermine both of you.

Zhongli returns the kiss with both passion and hunger; whilst finally removing the last piece of his clothing. The heat and desire that were building up inside of him for the past hour was released in that moment, and it was magnificent. Zhongli was happy to have you return his affection, and he had every intention of exploring both of your attractions in more detail.

The two of you were locked in your embrace for what seemed like a lifetime, and not once did Zhongli’s hands falter, nor his lips cease. Zhongli's phone recorded it all, capturing the passion and heat of the moment.

“Ahh, Zhongli. I’m ready.” You moan and ready for the main show.

Zhongli felt his own body tense in response to your affirmative answer, and he felt the sudden heat flow from your body. The way the muscles of your body flexed and tensed under his skin was quite intriguing, and Zhongli’s mind began to race as he contemplated different possible positions.

His hands grasped your hips strongly, and he shifted closer to you. He then began to slowly grind himself, as slowly and as teasingly as one could possibly go.

“Ohh, god.” You moaned at the sensation of his manhood grinding on your crotch. "Zhongli, take me now."

It was not a request, it was permission. You want nothing more than to have Zhongli’s manhood inside you. Your eyes flutter close once again as you open your thighs wider, giving him an easier access to your body.

Zhongli felt the moment coming, where you were both reaching close to the edge, and he made his decision. His hands gripped your hips tighter, and Zhongli began to slowly rub his tip against your entrance – teasingly, tantalizingly. His face was inches away from your own, and he whispered ever so softly.

"Are you sure that you want it now?" Zhongli asked with a smirk on his face. "Is this what you want, to be dominated by me?”

On edge, your head nods in an eager manner for your mouth fails to form coherent words anymore. You are moaning from all of Zhongli’s titillating touch throughout your body.

Zhongli felt the heat, the anticipation, and the pressure of your mumbled words. Your body begged for your own desires to be fulfilled. Zhongli’s face grew with desire as he lowered himself onto you. He was in control of this moment, and he made sure that the entire event was done with slow and seductive movements.

With a deep breath, and a slow exhale, Zhongli slid into you. His face was one of passion and joy, and he looked down and saw your face as he gasped and let out a soft moan, feeling his manhood fitly snug inside your tight walls.

"Oh... God. So good..."

Finally, the main act of the moment of your intimacy has started. Your fingers press tightly on Zhongli’s muscular back, digging your nails on the man's flesh. Your legs quiver slightly from the delicious intrusion.

"Zhongli… Zhongli…" You repeatedly moan his name like a gospel.

Your modesty has been long gone. You’re already singing Zhongli’s name in a pleasing melody, harmonizing with your loud moans and gasps. It felt amazing, the sensation of Zhongli filling you repeatedly in a satisfying steady rhythm.

Zhongli felt the nails digging into his back, the body beneath him tightening and quivering as he continued his slow movements. His face was one full of pleasure and passion, and your voice was sweet to his ears. He let his own breath escape him quietly, as he whispered again.

"Good... that's good." Zhongli continued at his slow pace, enjoying every movement from you underneath him.

Your face grew red from the intense pleasure you felt from Zhongli’s words and his own movements. He held onto you tightly, and he slowly let out his breath as he began to move. The pace grew faster as your passions grew hotter, and your bodies' movement became in sync.

Your faces were so close that you could feel the rush of air from Zhongli’s breathing and the warm dampness across both of your skin from your sweat. Zhongli’s smile grew as he felt your reactions towards him and the events that were unfolding.

It was almost as if time slowed down, for you were both in your own little world. And it was truly glorious, the movements slow and sensual, like the dance of a ballet. You breathed in tandem with one another, your bodies moving as one to the rhythm of your breathing.

And then, you moaned Zhongli’s name, and he slowed his pace and leaned forward to kiss you deeply. It was... perfect. Zhongli had found his counterpart, his equal, and it had been you all along.

"Don't stop... Zhongli." You say in between moans. A very familiar sensation of your abdomen tightening starts to join the ensemble of the different pleasures you are feeling throughout your body. As if Zhongli’s thrusts weren't enough for you, your hips meet the man's in every thrust - faster and deeper.

"Ahh! Ah!" Louder. Your moans and whimpers escape from your quivering lips on their own.

Your passionate kisses, your loud moans and quiet groans, the smacking sound of the both of your skin making contact, the faint creak of the sofa and the hum of the office air conditioner makes a perfect amorous harmony as you make love in his office.

As the two of you moved in a perfectly timed rhythm, Zhongli felt himself nearing his climax. The feeling of your tightness around his manhood as you moved together was sending goosebumps over his body. Zhongli knew that you were near your completion as well, and so he slowed and pulled back. He wanted nothing more than to spend the night together, but it was not the time for that.

Zhongli’s eyes met your gaze, and his voice was as seductive as ever. "I think I will save the finish for next time.”

Your eyes widened when you felt Zhongli pulled out and away from you now that he is so close to the edge.

"No, no, no! Please!" There it is, your most desperate begging. You clasp your legs around Zhongli’s waist and you’re determined to keep him deep inside. "Zhongli, please…”

Zhongli could not help but chuckle, for he knew exactly how you wanted to play this game.

"Oh, I have all the power, my love, and I will use it however I damn well please." Zhongli’s voice was filled with the desire of a playful tease, and his face was full of a sly smirk.

But Zhongli’s grip on your hips grew tighter, and he slowly slid himself back in once more. "But if you insist, I will indulge you then." Zhongli’s breath was heavy as he spoke once more.

He then slowly started to move once more, each step a little deeper and a little faster, and each step a little harder. The noise in the office was loud, the couch creaking under your weights as a rhythm was established once more. Zhongli continued the same movements, and you were the one now begging and writhing underneath him, your eyes shut against the wave of pleasure that had taken you over.

“Zhongli… I’m so close.” You softly moan, your body could not keep up with his movement so you let Zhongli do the rest.

Zhongli let out a low groan from the addicting pleasure, and he looked down and locked eyes with you. His grip on your legs tightened, and his pace hastened. The muscles of Zhongli’s arms flexed with the rhythm of his movements. He had no intention of stopping now, not when you were so close.

“Yes… Ah! Zhongli!”

Each moment was a dance of pleasure, the subtle movements and shifts of weight that were created by the rhythm. No, not a dance, it was an orchestra of sensation. The strings of your pleasure, the drum of both of your breaths, all in a harmony of movement and sound. It was like nothing either of you had felt before.

"Oh, my love..." Zhongli breathed, his own breath catching in his throat. He could feel the end coming quickly.

“Yes, yes! Ah! Zhongli!” Your little screams and whimpers of pleasure go even louder as you reach the peak of your euphoric climax. The tremble of your body, the instinctive jolts of your legs and curling of your toes, the arch of your back, the tightening and pulsing of your flesh around Zhongli’s manhood, and the scratching of your nails on his back; are all of your response to the mind-numbing pleasure you feel.

"Ohh, Zhongli..." You let out a loud and long moan as you continue to pulsate and pull him in for a kiss during your climax.

It was like a flood of pleasure that poured out of you, the feeling of your body gripping and pulsating around Zhongli was overwhelming. Zhongli moaned in response, gripping you tightly and taking in every sensation that your bodies were sharing together.

Zhongli’s body went rigid as your climax occurred. His body jerked and moved as if he was hit by a bolt of lightning, but pleasure rather than pain. His own release followed, and the liquid of his pleasure spurt onto you and soaked the sofa. You could feel him twitch and throb as he fills you up to the brim with his warm semen.

Your lips met in intense and passionate kisses once more, both of your breathing were heavy and body quivering with each touch of the other's skin.

"Oh, my." Zhongli breathed as you broke apart. "You're the perfection.”

As you bask in the afterglow, you slowly bat your teary eyelashes and smile in content. You can still feel your body tingling as the feeling of your climax dissipates. You glance at the phone that is still recording and returns to Zhongli’s face.

"You're amazing, Zhongli." You bite your lips then chuckles, your fingers playing with his hair. Your voice became hoarse from all of that moaning and groaning.

"It felt incredible." You shut your eyes once more and gulped. Relishing the feeling of Zhongli’s weight on top of you while the man still stays deep inside. You think this business rendezvous is more than anything productive.

Zhongli felt as though his entire body was numb, and he looked down to see a perfect pair of legs wrapped around him. There was nothing better than to hear those words said by you.

"Oh love, I can say the same of you. I have never experienced a lover quite like you." Zhongli kissed your cheek and held your head up as he took a breath.

He reached down to kiss you once more, this time in a tender and loving manner. Zhongli smiled before leaning back and giving you a kiss on the stomach. It certainly was an eventful business meet, to say the least.

Zhongli’s own body was still tense with electricity and his breathing was slow. As Zhongli sat up he noticed the phone and smirked.

"I intend to hold true to my promise of keeping that for only us."

[luciferism]

[ "Husband Series II: Little Accidents" ]

Lucifer x Top AMAB!Reader

Summary: Lucifer accidentally drank a spiked coffee, so you - his husband - "helped" him.

Tags: 18+, explicit language, smut, oral sex (giving)/blowjob, one shot, sex stimulants, making out, teasing, throat fucking, anal fingering

Word count: 4K+ words

A/N: For clarification, every chapter has a different scene where you and Lucifer are husbands.

《 Husband Series: Part I

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The silence of the cold office is disrupted by the gentle rustling of clothes rubbing on each other. Heavy breaths and passionate kisses making squelching sounds that perfectly complements the hum of the air conditioner.

You both are once again, inside Lucifer's home office, making out in one of the couches in the middle of the room. Your hands grope everything you can reach, taking in all of your husband's presence. You have Lucifer's legs folded on the either sides of your thighs as Lucifer's weight pressed on your lap.

Lucifer, either by accident or a prank from one of his brothers, has consumed a sex stimulant mixed in his coffee earlier. He was so preoccupied with his tasks that he failed to notice it when he was making himself a cup of coffee. As usual, you take the opportunity that has been laid out in front of you.

"You are a sneaky devil. Can you try to keep your roving hands under control?" Lucifer whispers out his concerns, but his words are lost to the sounds of a heated make out session.

Lucifer's lips are parted open for you, and his tongue is gently brushing past his own. Your bodies, grinding against each other like a machine in need of lubrication, yours and his hands grasping and tugging at whatever cloth was in proximity in an attempt to get close to your skins. The only resounding sound in the room is the gentle rhythm of air being pumped in and out of both of your lungs.

"Are you feeling okay now?"

You have a genuine concern in your tone. Although you're still breathless from the makeout session and you want to go further, you stop as Lucifer's elevated senses, due to the stimulant, might be too much for him.

Your concern is what snaps Lucifer out of your kiss. His eyes blink several times in an attempt to clear the blurry mess before him. Lucifer is suddenly back on your lap, but in a much less sexual way than moments ago.

"I'm fine." His tone is still heavy and his senses are still a little too sharp. Lucifer's words are accompanied by blinks that are more rapid than before, as if he is attempting to clear the blurriness in his vision. He is still a little disoriented to what happened just moments before. The effect of the stimulant is starting to fade.

"Good." You brush a handkerchief on Lucifer's sweaty forehead, pecking his lips briefly and smiling at him. It is in the middle of the day and you don't have much time to continue further. You grip your husband's waist and place him beside you on the couch.

"We were just about to get to the fun part." He sighs, and you can feel Lucifer's hand rest behind your neck.

"Let's not spend too much time outside the house just yet." The hand behind your head squeezes tighter, as if to say "Be patient", before Lucifer turns his head to the side and lays his head against you, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer. That is all Lucifer can muster right now, he can still feel his senses tingling. Your lips curl into a small smile and you pull him closer.

"Honestly, where did that coffee come from?" You wonder while your arm wraps over Lucifer's shoulder, giving him a soothing rub.

"I was just making myself a cup. One of my brothers must've spiked it." Lucifer chuckles to himself, having a hunch on which one of his brothers did him dirty, but that is nothing compared to how good your hands feel right now.

"It must be Asmo's coffee. You know, being all the Avatar of Lust. You must have mistaken it from the normal one." You chuckle as you rest your head against Lucifer's.

"That makes more sense, yes."

You spend a comfortable silence this way. Lucifer's senses are still heightened, but it isn't like before. It is more bearable now.

Lucifer sighs before whispering to you. "I'm getting thirsty. Get me a cup of water, would you?"

"Sure. Wait for me." You remove yourself from Lucifer's side and exit the office to get some water from the mansion's kitchen.

"Don't be too long, love." Lucifer lays there alone, resting his eyes. Your hands, though gone, leave a soothing impression on his skin. You both need to cool off for a moment, it is all too tempting when you are together. He hopes you come back as quickly as you left. He doesn't want to be alone at this very moment.

After a few minutes, You came back with a glass of water and an extra bottle.

"Here." You hand the glass to Lucifer after helping him get up and settle on the opposite couch.

"Thank you." Lucifer takes the glass of water and gulps down the entire glass without hesitation. He can feel his senses relaxing and his eyes slowly closing. The stimulant is still in his system but faint, the memory of what happened a couple of minutes ago is still fresh in his mind.

"Oh, has the stimulant not worn off yet? Let's take a break since you feel overwhelmed." You suggest, leaning back against the couch – cross legged.

"Your timing is impeccable as always, love." Lucifer smiles, happy to have you as his husband. He sits up and fixes his hair, looking a lot brighter and more relaxed. The stimulant is still lingering, and he can feel his senses still heightened. He is not in his usual calm state, but he is much better than before. You can still see the slight flush on his cheeks.

"Thank you for not taking advantage of me." Lucifer says.

"I wouldn't do that unless you want me to." You say, your expression is laced with mischief. However, you are still being careful not to touch Lucifer too much and stimulate him even further. So, you prop your elbow on the armrest and rest your cheek on your palm while looking at him.

"Well, I do want you to." Lucifer's eyes widen in surprise once he hears what his own mouth says. His cheeks flush, and he quickly tries to cover his mouth and look at you as if he made a mistake.

"I... mean, I know this will sound ridiculous but the stimulant is making my thoughts go places again." Lucifer admitted with a bashful expression.

You grin then laugh softly as you bring your legs on the coffee table, still paying attention to Lucifer. You watch Lucifer closely. Seeing him in such a heated state is always a treat for you.

"Well, I don't want you passing out on me." You purse your lips, thinking of a solution. "How could we take care of that?"

"We can definitely take care of that." Lucifer looks excited, and his eyes sparkle at the thought.

Lucifer puts his feet on the floor and leans towards you over the coffee table, still trying to calm his breathing. His heart is beating fast, and there is a flush on his cheeks again. He feels both warm and cold at the same time. He reaches towards you.

"My love, I need it badly. Can you take me here, in my office?" Lucifer's eyes flutter slightly as he whispers this to you.

"I was about to but you stopped me earlier." You smirk at him from the opposite couch. "Are you sure? You feel your senses heightened to their peak, though?"

"Yes, I need this so much right now." Lucifer is completely honest with you, his senses still high but his lust even more prominent. "Please? Tak– fuck me… right now. I cannot hold it much longer."

Lucifer looks so vulnerable, you can't help but want to take advantage of the situation. You chuckle once more, realizing the position Lucifer is in right now. He looks delicious, as if he is ready for you. You hold his wrists and move back to Lucifer, and you pull him on top of your lap. You looked down between his thighs and found something very exciting.

"You're leaking precum... Does it hurt?" Your voice is laced with concern but still finds the whole situation hot and arousing.

"That's just me losing control... It feels good." His eyes shut as he tilts his head upwards. As your lips meet his once more, you remove his tie and shirt, leaving him topless.

You kiss Lucifer's neck and tugs on his hair. Your kisses travel to his shoulders, his collarbones, his chest and sucks his puckering nipples. Lucifer's body shudders as he tries to contain himself. His body is so sensitive right now that a slightly rough touch is enough to make him release a bit more. You look at him, gaze full of desire.

"I should help you release first." You shift positions on the couch and let Lucifer lean his back against the backrest before kneeling in front of him.

"You're going to make me lose it completely." Lucifer feels like losing all control at the moment. His body shakes every second, and he can't help but breathe heavily. His legs shift nervously as he tries to find something to hold onto. You lick your lips in anticipation. You're going to enjoy this. Very much.

You wrap your arms around each of Lucifer's deliciously toned thighs, with your head in between them. Your breath is hot against Lucifer's crotch and clothed bulge as you inch your face closer.

"I think you'll taste better due to the stimulant…" You inhale and hold your breath and kiss the wet patch on his trousers.

You haste in removing Lucifer's pants and undergarment, letting them fall to his ankles. Lucifer looks absolutely divine: flushed cheeks, breathless and shaking, his eyes darting everywhere. His lips are just slightly open and his eyes are dazed. His cock sticks out in the open, the tip glistens due to his excessive precum. He can't take it anymore. But, you, the master of seducing, have other plans.

You bite your lips while looking up at Lucifer's face and down to his twitching and wet cock in front of your face. Your grin is still evident as you tease Lucifer. However, your desire to taste him gets the better of you. You started kissing and licking the crevice of Lucifer's inner groin area.

"Oh…" Lucifer arches his back in pleasure. The sound of his moans fill the room, but it feels too good for him to be embarrassed. He pulls you closer, trying to get more of your lips. However, you move your head away and continue to edge him.

You can't help but snicker softly. You're enjoying this too much, you wonder how much Lucifer could take the teasing before you get down to his throbbing cock. With a now faint smile on your lips, you suck and lick the skin of Lucifer's groin – near the sides of his tightening ball sacks. Meanwhile, your hands are busy spreading and gripping his thighs open.

"Mmm... so soft." You can feel your cheek and nose make contact on his warm skin as you continue to give undivided attention to most of the area but Lucifer's weeping cock.

"My love... please…" Lucifer's moans grow louder as he continues to beg. You hold Lucifer's hips in place and keep him from moving. You continue to lick, suck and kiss the area of Lucifer's body close to his cock, teasing him with every touch.

Lucifer's eyes close in pleasure, the stimulant making it feel even better. He moves his thighs to give you full access. His body shudders and vibrates, making the couch shake slightly. Lucifer's muscles relax and tense at the same time. The moment is surreal.

"Ohh...!" Lucifer can't help but moan even louder. His body writhes and squirms, and his hands keep searching for something to hold onto – lest he fall over the couch. He desperately wants your mouth to touch his cock.

"Ahh, love... please!" Lucifer is in absolute agony as he tries to hold himself. Your teasing is making him go crazy. The sensation is akin to bolts of lightning that electrocute his muscles, albeit a pleasurable one. His body shakes every single second, while his breath is shallow and quick, making it even harder for him to try and keep control. He can't take this anymore. He needs relief. You feel your face getting warm and wet as Lucifer's precum drips from his tip, like a faucet that was left slightly opened.

"Please! Oh!" Lucifer's voice is hoarse, and his hands move down to his thighs so he can grab them, trying to hold himself down. He feels like he's about to explode in your mouth. He doesn't know how much more teasing he can take anymore.

Like a merciful saint, you rest your cheek on Lucifer's thigh as you look up and make eye contact with your husband. With a sly grin, you finally run a long swipe of your tongue on Lucifer's shaft – from the base to the tip - eating him whole; your movement slow and sensual, like you want it to last longer. One of your arms unwraps from his thighs and gently massages his delicate balls.

"Ahh… thank you." Lucifer's body tenses at the first touch of your tongue on his erect shaft. He closes his eyes and looks lost in pleasure. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he sharply gasps for air. His body shivers more violently. The stimulant and your touch on his tender length and balls make his senses and mind go insane from overstimulation.

"Ahh… Mmm." Lucifer lets out another deep moan. His eyes flutter in ecstasy as he almost reaches a climax right away. You stare at Lucifer with your tongue still on his slightly salty, leaking cock – tongue swirling and lips frequently sucking the tip.

Your throat vibrates as you hum while you blow him out. The sensation of Lucifer's cock occupying your mouth makes you leak under your underwear too. His cock is firm, warm and impressive – long and girthy – and frequently throbs inside. As he continues to squirm, you grab Lucifer's waist tightly to keep him steady on the couch while the pace of your head bobbing goes faster.

Lucifer's face is flushed, his muscles relax and tense again. His back arches as his body shudders uncontrollably. He leans closer to you, completely lost in the sensation. You can see the pleasure on Lucifer's face, the lust and desire overwhelming you. Lucifer's toes curl, and his fingers grab your hair tightly.

"This may be the best day of my life." Lucifer looks down at you with pleading eyes, his voice hoarse from all the begging and moaning. He looks ready to lose his mind in delight, especially with the stimulant still having a hold on him. The office is filled with the amorous sounds of your mouth sucking his cock. Lucifer's hair is damp and his eyes are fluttering.

"Mmm…" You moan, voice muffled as your mouth is occupied with something delicious.

"Oh... my…" Lucifer looks like he's in paradise, his expression of pleasure and his voice saying it all. He holds onto the couch's backrest, his muscles tense more. His body can't help but react to your touch. Lucifer looks gorgeous right now, his expression of ecstasy is undeniable.

Your mouth has, once again, focused on his leaking tip. Your nifty fingers gather the slick pooling at the base of his cock and you insert them on his clenching hole. At the same time, your other hand grips the base of his shaft – twisting and squeezing him tenderly.

"My…God!" Lucifer shakes in pleasure and loses control of his senses. His legs shake, he feels as if he is about to pass out. His eyes roll back, and his breathing accelerates again. The stimulant is still in full effect, and his arousal is overwhelming. He feels like he's on cloud nine, not caring about the room or his surroundings anymore.

Your eyes are shut as you continue to pleasure your husband. Tasting and swallowing your own saliva and Lucifer's precum. You gag as you push in deeper and let Lucifer’s cock go for a moment. You smile while looking up, your hand and fingers still stimulate him.

"You're so… you taste sweeter." You chuckle and kiss Lucifer's thighs again briefly. Your mouth and cheeks are wet and glisten against the light of the office.

"My... Ahh!" Lucifer's words are mumbled as his eyes are still rolled back. He is completely overwhelmed by your oral skills. Despite his struggles, his mouth is dry from the pleasurable sensations. He opens his eyes and looks down at you. He could see your face bright pink and your cheeks flushed with your arousal. Lucifer tries to pull away, but your hands are still holding him close. He is in no condition to move. All he can do is watch you devouring him.

Lucifer's voice is hoarse, it pains him to speak but it pains him even more to remain silent. His pleasure is building up again and again as your hand replaces your mouth, gripping and rubbing his cock firmly at a fast pace while your fingers stimulate his walls from the inside. He doesn't know how he'll be able to last long with this type of stimulation.

He breathes in and out, but it's as if he is forgetting to breathe properly with this overwhelming arousal. Lucifer squeezes his thighs around your head, trying to keep you in place.

You let him squeeze your head as the action makes it even more arousing. You let Lucifer guide you wherever he wants and set the pace, while you just keeps on blowing your husband. Your tongue proceeds to swirl around Lucifer's cock, your throat is being attacked, and your nose keeps on hitting Lucifer's skin every time you go down.

As your mouth does its ministrations, your hand grips Lucifer's cock firmly to keep it from moving around too much. You have your eyes shut, listening to the squelching noises and both of your moans. Lucifer's eyes remain shut in pleasure. He is in a state of pure euphoria right now, his senses completely overwhelmed by the stimulant.

“This good?” You tease, knowing full well that Lucifer can only mumble on his words.

Breathes in and out, but it's more as if he's taking quick gasps of air. Lucifer is shaking so much, but yet he doesn't feel embarrassed or want to stop. He is too lost to his own arousal and stimulation that he forgets time and space. Lucifer holds on to your head more firmly, pushing your mouth back on his slick-coated cock.

"My love, I can't…" Lucifer's mouth opens in a desperate moan as he feels your mouth sucking on his cock with fervor.

"You're driving me crazy…" Lucifer's voice is barely audible, but his words are filled with desperation and pleasure. His legs wrap even tighter around your head as he grips your hair to keep you in place. Lucifer's body is trembling so much that you can feel your husband throbbing against your fingers and mouth.

Your saliva and his precum froth and drip down his shaft and balls. Little bubbles accumulate at the base down to his hole and on the sofa. Your mouth and cheeks are soaked, your face is flushed red, your eyes are fluttering every time Lucifer hits the back of your throat and you are loving it.

You gag for a bit then try to laugh but you can't. Your mouth is fully occupied by something big and delicious – that being Lucifer's cock. Loving this intense blowjob, you pull out your fingers from his butthole and put your hand on his waist and your other hand clutches Lucifer's thigh, letting him fuck your mouth and throat with much abandon.

"Oh my god, you will kill me." Lucifer's words are still hoarse, his voice now shaky with pleasure. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh fills the room, your lips and tongue make a suctioning sound you eat him whole and he thrust deeply.

"My love, you're absolutely delightful." Lucifer closes his eyes and concentrates on the pleasures that you are giving him. His lips are parted, his jaw drops slightly and his breath grows heavier with every move of your head. He is so close to the edge, he can feel it. His body trembles and shivers in anticipation, his eyes are rolled back, and he tries to fight it but to no avail.

"I'm almost there!" Lucifer's teeth are gritting together as he tries not to lose control. His legs start shaking and quivering again, trying to remain still for you. The stimulant is playing tricks on his mind and body. He is trying to hold himself back, but he is too far gone to fight the overwhelming pleasure. Lucifer has no control over himself, and he knows you can sense it.

"My... love." Lucifer calls out to you, his voice is weak and hoarse but still filled with all the pleasure. Lucifer's face feels like it's on fire and so is yours, and his body is still shaking. It is getting so hard for him to endure the sensations and wait. He grips your head harder, trying to push you lower.

Your nose hits his crotch and your airway is constantly blocked by his shaft. You try your best not to gag and attempt to breathe through your nostrils. You get by and look up again at Lucifer’s face, which wrinkles in absolute pleasure.

After a few more seconds, Lucifer loses control. Lucifer let out a moan, that was louder than expected. He couldn't contain himself any longer. His teeth are gritting, he wants it so badly, and he knows he wouldn't be able to last long. He is about to explode with all this tension and arousal.

You can feel Lucifer's body convulsing, his temperature against your face and inside your mouth is too hot, his hips gyrating uncontrollably as he pushes your head down on his crotch. You shut your eyes again and stay still – gagging a bit. Your hand roams to his nipples, signaling Lucifer that it's okay to release while your other hand keeps Lucifer’s thighs open.

"Let go, Lucifer." You try to say but your mouth is still muffled by his cock.

The grip you have on his nipples and thigh loosens as Lucifer instinctively opens and closes his thighs with your head in between them in an aggressive manner. You rub your palm on Lucifer's lower back to soothe him. His body feels as if it's having a seizure, his hips buckling uncontrollably as his hips try to meet your head.

"I—I can't! I…" Lucifer feels his body being consumed by pleasure. His hips and legs move on their own, his thighs wrapped tightly around your head. His hands clutch your hair, his breathing becoming sharp and fast. Lucifer's eyes are closed, feeling every touch, every sensation. Every move of your tongue and lips is sending him deeper. He moans in ecstasy, wanting to release so badly, yet wanting this feeling to last a little bit longer. Lucifer pushes himself up again and again, mercilessly thrusting inside your mouth.

“Ahh! Yes! Yes!" His whole body is twitching, and his toes and heels clench. His muscles contract, and he almost feels a tingle in his fingertips.

"I'm coming! Oh God…" Lucifer groans loudly, feeling pleasure course through his veins. With a final push of your head and his hips, he closes his eyes and rests his head back while he releases his loads of cum in your eager mouth. Lucifer's eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth hangs open, and his breath is deep and ragged. His body is shaking and trembling all over, and his hands are clenching your hair while his legs remain around your head.

"You're so… good." Lucifer is speechless as his senses are overwhelmed. He tries to say something coherent but it's pointless, he's in a world of his own. He trembles all over. Lucifer's legs shift and shake, quivering with pleasure. He moves his thighs and squeezes your head, forcing you to swallow everything. Lucifer is too far gone, he can't stop even if he is rough. His breathing is shallow and he's getting closer to the edge, unable to stop his body from releasing.

Your eyes fluttered when you felt Lucifer's cock hit too deep in the back of his throat. Your eyes are watery from the assault and you can only thank yourself about not gagging that much. Your own cock throbs under your trousers but you pay it no mind. Lucifer's pleasure is your priority as of now.

His thighs continue to shake as if they were going to snap in two. His tongue flicks in and out of his mouth with a slight gasp, his body trembling like never before. His body is sensitive all around, even the slightest touch is enough to make him squirm and twitch. He bites his lip and lets out a long and satisfied moan.

You stay in place while your mouth is being filled up by Lucifer's loads of warm cum. It tastes salty and a bit sweet. It's overall delicious. You can still feel Lucifer's cock twitch and throb in your whole mouth and around your swollen lips. You can't say something and you don't want to yet. In fact, you love this.

Lucifer's body spasms and jerks in your grip. He tries to catch his breath between heavy breaths. Lucifer's body shivers in your arms, all the pent-up pleasure that had been growing inside of him finally released. The stimulant was only intensifying the feelings he was experiencing while your mouth was on him.

Lucifer gasps in ecstasy, still overwhelmed by the feeling of having been released. His legs slowly unclench, still keeping you close to him.

"That was amazing..." Lucifer's voice sounds slightly raspy and hoarse, he's having a hard time speaking right now. He's still shaking, his muscles still tense.

You are both still catching your breaths. You pull your mouth away from Lucifer's cock, which is now limp the same as Lucifer's limbs. You swallow the extra cum that threatens to escape the corners of your lips. You didn't say a word yet, just admiring Lucifer's disheveled and dazed state.

Your throat feels a bit sore and your lips are throbbing like you had just eaten the spiciest food. Your hair sticks out to random directions due to him pulling and pushing your head a few seconds ago, your bangs are wet from the sweat on your forehead.

"Thanks. You were amazing as well, love." With a hoarse voice, you softly laugh as you sit on the floor and rest your head on his thigh. Your knees hurt from all that kneeling like you had worshiped a deity for hours on a concrete floor – you kind of did, and that deity would be Lucifer.

[luciferism]

[ "Barhopping Aftermath" ]

Lucifer x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You and Lucifer are having sex in the backseat of his car after you both went from bar-hopping.

Tags: 18+, one shot smut, drunk sex, car sex, explicit language, porn without plot, semi-public sex, backseat sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, hookup

Word Count: 5K words of porn

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You gently rest your head on Lucifer's shoulder. You were drunk, and you were feeling a bit sleepy. You were also wearing a beautiful dress that showed off your figure quite nicely. Your hair was messy, but it only made you look more alluring.

Lucifer was also pretty drunk, but his sharp mind was still present, and his charming smile was evident. He gently caressed your cheek, his touch gentle yet full of passion.

The car's engine hummed in the background, the night air making its presence known. It was quiet and peaceful, the perfect backdrop for a steamy moment in the backseat of the car.

Lucifer's hand slowly made its way to your back. He pulled you in closer, and you snuggled up to him, your heart beating quickly. Lucifer gently ran his fingers through your hair, the tips of his fingers grazing your neck. It sent a jolt of electricity down your spine, making you shudder slightly. He leaned in closer, and his lips gently brushed against yours, setting your heart racing.

The air was thick with anticipation, and neither of you could wait any longer. Lucifer pulled you close, your bodies pressing tightly against each other. Lucifer's lips met yours and you kissed passionately.

Lucifer's hands moved slowly, caressing every inch of your body. He gently kissed your neck, and you leaned back in enjoyment. Lucifer's lips traveled from your neck to your ears, and he gently nipped at your earlobe, sending a flood of shivers through you. His skilled touch was making you feel weak, your breath becoming shallow and your voice becoming quiet. In response, Lucifer kissed you more urgently, his tongue teasingly exploring your mouth.

Lucifer's lips met yours again in a forceful and rough kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and making you moan. Your hands tightened their grasp on Lucifer, you were no longer thinking, only feeling. Lucifer's hands were firmly pressed on your body, pulling you closer to him. He was aggressive yet gentle, and you loved every moment of it. The passion between both of you was reaching a fever pitch.

Lucifer's rough hands began to move over your body, his touches becoming stronger and more possessive. He felt your flesh under his fingers, and the scent of your hair filled him with a primal urge. He lifted your dress, causing you to gasp loudly. You were a bit shocked by the roughness, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. Lucifer had the power to take you whenever he pleased, and he did just that. He held you firmly against his body, making you gasp for breath, but you didn't resist. Your heart was racing and you wanted more.

"Ahh…" Your mouth parted as you moaned.

Lucifer pushed you against the car seat, pinning you down. His hands traveled down your body, grasping your thighs firmly and holding you down. Your eyes widened in surprise as you felt his passionate touch. You didn't want him to stop, not by a long shot. Your breath became even more shallow, and you whimpered softly, arching your body against Lucifer. Your hands reached for Lucifer's body, wanting to touch every inch of him. Your lips met once again, and your tongues tangled together in a passionate dance.

Lucifer kissed down your body, his tongue teasingly exploring your flesh. You laid there, breathing heavily and your legs shaking from excitement. The sensations were intense and you couldn't control yourself anymore. You are his for the taking, but instead of taking you then and there, Lucifer wanted to drive you mad with desperation. So he pulled away, the sensation of his lips and tongue slowly fading away on your skin.

"You want me?" he whispered in your ear. You nodded eagerly, your voice a barely audible whisper.

"Yes! Yes!" Your breathy sharp gasps escape from your lips.

Lucifer grinned mischievously. He leaned down and caressed your face, gently nibbling your ear.

"Then you have to earn it," he whispered.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and your body froze. You tried to speak, to protest, but your voice failed you. You were desperate for Lucifer's touch. You would do anything to gain his favor. Seeing your desperation, Lucifer smirked and reached for your dress. He began to slowly unbutton it, taking his time. You could barely contain yourself, your anticipation building.

"Please, fuck me. Please, Lucifer!"

Lucifer knew exactly how much he was torturing you, and he loved it.

"Please," You said, the word almost a sob. You needed Lucifer, you needed to be taken and possessed by him. Lucifer leaned closer, his lips mere inches away from yours.

"I know you want me." He whispered seductively.

"The question is, do I want you?" Lucifer's words made your heart race, your breath catching in your throat.

"Please," you breathed. "I'm begging you."

Lucifer continued to unbutton your dress, and he caressed your back slowly, making you shiver. You were on the brink of insanity, you wanted Lucifer to take you now and fill you up with his cock. Your voice shook with nervous excitement.

"Please Lucifer," you whispered, "don't make me wait any longer."

Your words hit Lucifer like a dagger, and he began to unbutton the dress more quickly. Your words had turned him on even more, and he could barely wait. He let out a gasp of excitement, your dress finally off your body.

His eyes widened in surprise and appreciation. You were absolutely stunning. Your figure was perfect for him, and your skin was soft and smooth. Lucifer's hands quickly explored your body, his touch becoming a bit rougher. Your body was his for the taking, and Lucifer was going to take advantage of it. His rough hands firmly grabbed your body, his grasp tight and passionate. His touch was rough and possessive, and you were loving every single second of it.

"You're so… beautiful." He says through his shaky breath.

Lucifer's lips slowly moved down towards your breasts — kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling both of your hardened nipples aggressively. You were almost dizzy with pleasure, your body trembling in anticipation. You couldn't believe you were finally getting what you wanted. Lucifer's kisses on your chest made your body feel hot and tingly, and you arched your back a bit, wanting more.

"Ohh… keep doing that…" You say as if you are begging.

Your breath was shallow and quick, and your heart was racing faster than ever before. You felt like you were losing yourself, but you loved it. Being taken by Lucifer was the best thing that could possibly happen to you.

Your body was melting under Lucifer's touches, your lips parted and your eyes closed shut. Lucifer's rough, possessive touch was almost too much to handle. Every time Lucifer squeezed your breasts, your heart beats even faster. Your body was trembling and your heart was racing. You let out a breathy moan as Lucifer's touch became a bit rougher, his rough fingers leaving red marks on your skin. But it just felt so good, and you just wanted it to keep going. You were so close to the edge and you couldn't wait any longer.

Lucifer moves up and kisses you passionately. His soft lips met yours and his tongue explored your mouth hungrily. His mouth moved down your neck, and he slowly licked and nipped at your neck and collarbones. You were panting, your eyes closed and your breath coming in short, shallow breaths.

Lucifer's hand slowly reached for the belt holding his trousers together. With a single quick motion, he unfastened it and the weight of the belt fell down onto his leg. He then reached for the zipper of his trousers, and with one swift motion unzipped it. He then slowly slid off from all of his trousers and undergarment with a smug look on his face.

He has the right to be smug, though. His cock is impressive. From the tip to the base, you would consider it longer than the average. The girth makes your mouth water – not to mention he's not entirely erect yet. You shamelessly stare at his dick that was sticking out between his thighs that you did not notice Lucifer looking at you with a sly grin plastered on his face.

"I see you've taken a liking towards my cock." Lucifer's words snaps you back. His tone is laced with mischievousness.

Your eyes widened, you knew what he meant to do. You bite your lower lip, wondering if it would fit. It should, you'll try your best – you don't care if you can't walk tomorrow morning.

"It's… huge…" You slyly smile at him, your eyes are glued to his cock. He chuckles at you then kneels between your legs, his dick is sticking out, more erect than a few seconds ago.

Your heart beats even faster, as Lucifer's hand moves to your cunt. He touches you slowly, his hands teasingly moving over your clitoris and spreading your folds. You let out a soft moan, letting him know that he was on the right track.

"You're so wet." Lucifer whispers as he gently nibbles on your earlobe. You let out a breathy groan, and you were shaking with excitement. You couldn't take much more.

"Fuck me now, please!" You arch your back higher from the seat, giving him more access to your body. You spread your legs wider, and join him by putting your fingers on your folds and spread them, letting him know you are ready for him.

Lucifer noticed your actions and understood what you meant. His lips gently spread into a hungry, predatory smile. He was going to enjoy this. You were doing a fine job of teasing him, and he was happy to give you what you wanted. Lucifer's fingers slowly pressed against your folds, letting you feel his touch. His rough fingers teased your cunt, his other hand cups your breasts alternately leaving you desperate for more.

Lucifer smirked and gently pushed you back onto the leather seat, making you arch your back once again. He slowly moved towards you, his breath shaky and his mouth dry. He was excited to finally have his way with you, but he still wanted to have some more fun.

"Tsk, tsk. How naughty." Lucifer says with his faux disappointed tone and a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

He gently moved your fingers away from your folds, taking control. Lucifer grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders, exposing you even further. His fingers slowly traced along your folds, caressing and teasing your pussy, which glistens against the faint light of the street lights outside the car.

Just then, he inserted his middle finger in your cunt and moved his hand, in and out, in a quick interval. You jerk your hips against his palm while gripping the leather seat until your knuckles turn white.

"You like that?" Lucifer smirks, his grin widens even more. As if his finger wasn't enough, he inserts another two and wiggles them inside, his pace even goes faster – reaching multiple pleasure spots inside your velvety walls. The pleasure heightened even more when his thumb joined in pressing your clit in circles.

"Ahh! Oh… that feels so good!" You let out a tiny scream accompanied by your whimpers of pleasure. Your eyes shut, relishing the sensations that cascade throughout your body. The lewd squelching sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of your hole makes it even more erotic. Your slick coating your pussy and his fingers.

You felt like you were going to explode with pleasure. Your body quivered with anticipation as Lucifer continued to touch you. Your breaths became shallow and shaky, and your eyes filled with lust. Lucifer's exposed erect cock springs as he shifts in between your legs.

Lucifer smirked, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. He knew that you were desperate and he enjoyed holding power over you. He kissed you once again, his lips hungry and possessive. His lips left a mark on your lips and you loved it.

"Ahh... oh my god..."

You roll your eyes hard, your hips bucks upwards in an attempt to relieve yourself but fails, Lucifer has his tight grip on your waist as he pins you down. He restrains your hands with his hand that was previously squishing your breasts, locking your wrists above your head. You are completely vulnerable underneath Lucifer's weight, which fuels his desire for you.

"Patience, my darling," Lucifer whispers in your ear, his voice full of lust and excitement.

Your hands were locked above your head and Lucifer couldn't have this any other way. It was like having a delicious meal in front of him, and he was not about to waste a single second. He was in complete control of you and as the both of your bodies were touching, hot breaths and moans escaped your mouths. And yet Lucifer wanted more, he wanted to make you moan and groan even louder. He was going to take his time and enjoy this.

"Mmm… Lucifer! Haaa…" You whimper and gasp sharply when you feel his fingers pinch your clitoris for a few seconds. The pleasure is too much to bear, it feels like faint shocks of electrifying pleasure coursing throughout your body. You lift your hips upwards involuntarily, knuckles turning white as you balled your fists above your head in an attempt to grab onto something.

"You're so responsive… You liked that?"

Lucifer grins wider, his rough touch growing even rougher. His fingers continue to rub along your folds, spreading them and occasionally pinching your clit. You are panting hard, your eyes closed shut and your body quivering. You want more, and Lucifer wants to tease you for a bit longer. He slowly takes out his fingers and moves them down to your thighs, gently squeezing them, and inserts his fingers inside your cunt once again. You were absolutely beautiful, and Lucifer wanted to enjoy every moment of being with you.

"Take… fuck me now! Please..." You whimper and moan. Tears of pleasure start to run down your face. You bite your lower lip when you see his erect cock again.

"Oh, so desperate to be taken by me?" Lucifer says with a smirk.

"Yes! Oh… yes!" Your lips quiver and your eyes close from the overstimulation. It's becoming too much and you are desperate for release.

Lucifer softly laughs, he knows that the pleasure is all too much for you, but he wants to drive you wild and make you beg. He wants to make you scream his name. "Please", "Fuck me," those words fuel Lucifer's ego and his desires. He wants to take you and finally satisfy himself, but he is enjoying the anticipation of it all.

Your body quivered as you lay there, completely exposed for Lucifer's taking. Your eyes were closed shut and your breath was shaky. When would he give in? You didn't know how much longer you could take. You look up at him with a dazed expression, as if trying to beg through your eyes.

Lucifer moves his hand away from your wrists and puts your legs back over his shoulders. He presses you against the backseat, your body spread open for him. He gently bites your earlobe, his voice becoming low and husky.

"What's the hurry? Can't you handle a little waiting?" A smile spreads across Lucifer's face, and he gently bites your earlobe once again, harder this time. He then moves his lips down to your neck and kisses it passionately.

This is torture, a pleasurable one. A torture you would not mind to endure. You have your hands free from Lucifer's grip now and you waste no time and wrap your arms around Lucifer's neck. You moan and whimper when Lucifer removes his hand from your pussy, but is also relieved or you might go insane from the overstimulation.

Lucifer takes another nibble at your earlobe, his lips teasingly moving down your neck. He can feel your body shaking with excitement, your heart beating rapidly. He gently bites your neck, his talented fingers beginning to explore your overstimulated cunt once again. Your legs gently drop from Lucifer's shoulders and rest on each either side of his waist as you lie on the backseat of the car. You moan and gasp sharply when you feel his cock lightly hitting your dripping pussy along with his fingers.

Lucifer hovers a bit higher above from your body. His kisses are hungry yet passionate. You could only moan into the kiss when he sips your tongue and your upper lip. This time, Lucifer moves his fingers slowly and gently, taking his time. He knows you want him, and so he will make you wait. Lucifer's touch is both gentle and rough, and you are completely melting under his rough but skilled fingers.

Lucifer's touch felt so good, too good. He was teasing you, driving you mad with desire and anticipation. You could barely contain yourself, your body was trembling.

"Please... Lucifer... take me now..." You beg once again. You wanted nothing more than to feel Lucifer's dick deep inside you, but Lucifer didn't want to give it to you just yet. He pulled away from your lips and kissed your neck once more.

Your breath caught in your throat, your fingers clutching at Lucifer's collar. You knew he was in control, but you were desperate to be fucked by him. You pull his face down to yours and kiss Lucifer with an equal measure – hungry yet passionate, desperate yet gentle. You pull away to breathe and throw your head back, giving him more access to your neck and kisses him again.

Lucifer moans softly as you grab him, wanting more. He loves the way you begged him, the way you lost yourself in the moment. Lucifer's lips gently nibbled at your neck, and he could feel your heart beating rapidly. He smiled against your skin, and the heat between the both of you continues to rise.

"You are so beautiful," Lucifer whispered softly.

"I want you." He nipped at your neck, giving you a gentle kiss. His rough tongue gently slid along your flesh, leaving a trail of kisses.

Tears of pleasure continue to drop from your eyes as you shut your eyes close. Lucifer keeps on rubbing your cunt sensually, not daring to miss your clit. He slaps your pussy and enters his fingers inside – he does this alternately. You grind your hips a little, meeting the slow pace of his long and slender fingers inside you. He's been doing this for minutes and "wet" would be an understatement to describe your cunt right now.

"Ohh…" You draw out a long moan. You open your eyes, which are glistening from your tears and smiles. Your gaze darted from Lucifer's handsome face, to his fingers slowly moving in and out of your cunt, and to his large and fully erect manhood. You bite her lower lip and close your eyes, taking in the feeling of Lucifer's fingers inside you and the perverse sound of his action that fills the car.

"Lucifer… ahh! More…" You moan and beg desperately. Lucifer grins slightly as he hears the sound of your moaning.

"Enjoying this, my love?" He moves his fingers slowly, his touch full of pleasure and passion. He can feel your heat on his fingers, each moan bringing him even more delight. He leans down closer to you and stares into your eyes, your heated gaze melting his heart. He feels your hearts beating in tandem, your warm breath brushing against his cheek. He moves his lips closer to yours, his kisses growing more passionate and desperate.

You feel your climax closing in but you do not want to release yet. You want his cock inside you when you come. You run your hands on his hair and his back, pulling him closer than he already is.

"I… need you inside." You moan and wrap your legs around his waist, as if you do not want to let go of Lucifer.

Lucifer's eyes meet yours, and he grins softly.

"As you wish." He slides his hips forward, positioning himself to enter your pussy. You can feel Lucifer's breath against your ear, and you are shaking with anticipation. Your gazes remain locked together.

Lucifer moves his hips forward slowly, gently entering his cock into your pussy. A faint sensation of sting yet more mind-numbing pleasure can be felt as he shoves his entire length inside you – stretching your skin. Your tight walls are snug fit around his dick, and he lets out a moan as he leans into you. Your bodies are pressed against each other and neither of you moved yet. You can feel him throbbing inside as you clench by instinct. He leans down and whispers in your ear.

"I've always wanted this." He then kisses you passionately as he starts to thrust in a slow pace. Both of your lips taste like heaven themselves, moist and soft. Lucifer feels so warm, wet and tight inside you, it makes Lucifer groan and moan into the intense pleasure. Lucifer's rough tongue is exploring your lips, your mouths joined in a heated kiss once more. He is taking it slowly, wanting to make this moment last.

"Ahhh! Oh… God." You roll your eyes back and shut them tight. Lucifer's dick feels so good against your walls, it hits every possible pleasure spot in every thrust. The very dick you were staring at earlier is now inside your needy cunt. It sends acute volts of electricity throughout your body, you feel lightheaded and in pure delight. You waited for this and you deserved it.

Your body was so sensitive and Lucifer felt every little twitch and shudder you experienced. You were both sweaty and trembling, your breaths growing heavy and loud.

Lucifer's pace is slowly picking up and he is enjoying every single second of it. His thrusts were becoming deeper and more forceful and you are loving every minute of it. You were moaning softly, your hands clasped on top of Lucifer's hair. Your nails dug into his scalp slightly and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, as if you were trying to pull Lucifer closer. You were absolutely adorable to him.

"Ha! Don't stop…Ahh…" You moan loudly and your breath is labored.

Lucifer's lips softly move along your neck, and he kisses every inch of your skin there. He then moves back to your ear.

"I love watching your reactions," he whispers, his voice sounding quite raspy. His rough touch sends wave after wave of passion and desire throughout your body. Lucifer thrusts himself deeper inside you, wanting to feel all of you.

The pleasure is overwhelming as you near your climax and Lucifer knows exactly what to do. He slows down his thrusts a bit, to make it even more delicious for the both of you.

"No… please!" You whimper, not wanting him to slow down. You were so close.

From the point of view of a possible outsider, it would be too obvious what's happening inside the car, for it is shaking and bouncing up and down and your muffled moans and groans of pleasure can be heard from the outside.

Lucifer moans as you grip him tighter, your bodies intertwined. His lips kiss you passionately, his rough touch exploring your soft and smooth body. You press yourself closer to Lucifer and he lets out a soft and raspy moan. Your bodies are moving in perfect harmony, your breath hot and heavy. Lucifer grips on to you tightly as your lips meet in an intense makeout session. He gently nibbles on your earlobe as he moves his other hand down to your waist. This is so amazing, having him in your arms and feeling him on top of you and thrusting deep inside of your needy hole.

Your breathing becomes heavy with pleasure, his thrusts faster and harder. His hands are full of passion and desire, their tight grip on your hips holding you close. Lucifer's voice grits, the pleasure he feels almost too much to bear. He is fully immersed in the moment, and he is lost in your body. It almost seems like you are both one being, bound together in a moment of sheer bliss. But Lucifer is not satisfied yet. He pulls you closer to him by pulling your legs into a more comfortable position, lifting them towards him. He then raises up and his thrusts become deeper and more passionate.

"Mmm… yes!" All you can do is whimper at the intense pleasure. His cock is hitting your sweet spots of pleasure.

You are completely lost to the moment, your moans growing louder. Your fingernails leave marks on Lucifer's back, and your grip on his body tightens as you reach the pinnacle of pleasure.

"Please, Lucifer," you whisper, your voice breathless and eager. "Please, please!"

Your breaths became heavy and your movements became more frantic. Your body moved with Lucifer's thrusts, your legs tightly locked around his waist. The pleasure was intoxicating and your breath was quickening with each thrust the Lucifer made. You moaned with every thrust, your voice filled with lust and you are desperate for release.

"We'll get there…" He looks down at your dazed state with mischief in his eyes.

Lucifer grins, his smile full of confidence. He is in control. He moves faster and harder, his movements confident and skilled. Your breath catches in your throat with each thrust as your moans grow more passionate. Lucifer's hands firmly grip your hips, and he kisses your neck with a passionate frenzy.

Lucifer moans more, his pleasure almost too much to bear. He knows exactly where to touch you, to drive you wild. He wants you to feel everything, to experience every possible aspect of pleasure. He increases the speed of his thrusts, making them fast and aggressive. He hears the sound of your moans, and he takes control by thrusting deeper inside you. He holds your legs tightly against his body, his nails digging into your skin. He is completely lost in the moment, your breaths quickening and your hearts beating in sync.

"Ohh… I'm so close! Don't stop now, please!" You scream in delight as Lucifer keeps on hitting your pleasure spots, your whole body is quivering from the intense stimulation inside your walls. Lucifer smiles as your voice is filled with lust for him. He leans over you and whispers into your ear, his voice dripping with desire.

"Is this what you wanted to come? Is this what you have been waiting for?" He then smiles, his eyes full of lust.

He buries his cock deeper inside you, your walls uncontrollably clenching in a fast interval around him. The heat between the both of you is rising quickly, and it seems like the car is on fire. His own breath is shaky, as he cannot contain his excitement.

"Lucifer, I'm gonna come! I'm–"

You let out a pleasurable scream as you finally reach your climax. The scream fills the car, and you grasp tightly at Lucifer's arm and hair, your body quivers from euphoria. Your hips jolt upwards and your eyes roll back. Your breathing stops for a moment as you hold it.

Lucifer's breath is shaky as well, and all he can do is hold on to you as you experience your climax. He wraps his arms tightly around you, his rough hands shaking slightly. It seems like the car is on fire and water condensed on the tinted windows of his car, the heat between the two of you is almost unbearable.

Lucifer's breath became heavier as his body shook, a look of complete and utter delight in his face. The pleasure was too much to bear, but he could only grip your body harder.

"It's okay, you can let go. Just let it all out." His voice is thick with passion and desire, and he stares into your eyes, as if searching for something. You pulsate around him, and he can feel himself about to release.

"Ahh… Oh, god." You look at him and you swear you could see a halo above his head. Your heart is fluttering as the pleasure drives you crazy.

Lucifer cannot hold it in any longer. Your scream is music to his ears, and it makes him even happier. He feels you squeezing his cock tightly. Lucifer lets out a breathy moan, and he finally surrenders to the overwhelming sensation of sheer pleasure.

"I'm… coming…"

Lucifer moans softly as the final wave of pleasure washes over him. He pulls himself as deep as he can. You can feel him twitch and throb inside your pussy as he fills you in with his hot semen. He holds himself there for a moment, letting the bliss consume him. He looks into your eyes and smiles, his voice shaky.

"That was... incredible", he whispers, a blush spreading across his face.

After a few seconds, the passion between you both starts to dissipate and you are still shaking a little. But the both of you are still very much present and enjoying his time with each other.

"It was amazing." You bite your lips while your eyes are still shut.

Your eyes slowly open, and you let out a soft moan as you come back to reality. Your eyes flutter as you stare at Lucifer. You can feel Lucifer still inside you, his semen tickles your skin as it drips down the leather seat. His weight presses on top of yours and your faces only a few inches apart. You can feel yourself coming back to your senses. You look down at your legs, surprised to see that they are still firmly wrapped around Lucifer. You smile as you feel a sense of affection wash over you.

"You are just as amazing. You feel amazing." Lucifer replies softly.

"I should have invited you to my home," he whispers. "We would have so much more space." He smiles at you and he gently bites your chin.

"The night's still young, you know." A cheeky grin appears on your face and you kiss his lips briefly.Lucifer's eyes sparkle as he nibbles your lower lip in return.

"It certainly is." He whispers softly and smirks.

"Shall we continue this back at my house?"

[luciferism]

[ "Lunch Time is Sneaky Time" ]

Solomon x AFAB!Reader

Summary: basically you and Solomon having a quickie in an empty classroom after not having sex for weeks during lunch

Tags: 18+, one shot smut, explicit language, semi-public sex, quickie, creampie, penis in vagina sex, empty classroom, table sex

Word Count: 3.1K words

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You and Solomon are at a secluded corner of the RAD cafeteria, away from the hustle and bustle of the main lunchtime crowd. You two are sitting a little too closely to each other, and you keep stealing glances at each other for a bit too long, almost as if you have a secret to share.

Solomon leans in closer to you, your faces only inches apart. He reaches out and strokes your hair playfully, and whispers in your ear:

"It's been a while since I've done something I wasn't supposed to... You know what I mean?" He runs a finger down the back of your neck, and chuckles softly.

Solomon takes a moment to think, looking at you with a little smile on his face. Then, he leans in a little closer and whispers in your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

"It's a shame we're not allowed to cuddle at the lunch table... I'd love to hold you in my arms right now."

You feel your heart skip a beat as Solomon's warm breath sends tingling sensations down your spine.

Solomon's smile grows a little wider as he notices your reaction. You definitely feel something. Then, he lightly brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You are so beautiful... I've been wanting to tell you that for a while now."

You feel your face heat up as Solomon's words make your heart race. You find yourself leaning in closer, your faces just inches apart now.

Solomon continues whispering, his gaze still locked on you. He takes one of your hands and starts to caress it gently, still whispering while he does so.

"And that's not all I'd like to do with you..."

His other hand travels up your body, slowly moving up towards your neck, before coming to rest beneath your chin.

"If we weren't in public... I would do everything in my power to make you mine..."

Solomon leans in again, this time brushing his soft lips against your neck. He caresses your cheek gently, and he whispers seductively in your ear again.

"How about we take this somewhere more private? We could have some alone time together."

You tremble beneath Solomon's touch, your cheeks blushing deeply. You can't help but wonder what Solomon has in mind for the both of you.

You look down on the table to hide your blushing face, you feel so hot and bothered already after a few gentle caresses of Solomon's hands and seductive whispering.

You press your thighs together under the table to ease your throbbing core, your uniform skirt sways ever so slightly under the table. You look back at Solomon with a knowing grin on your face. You just can't resist Solomon's charms.

"And where would that be?" You whisper back as your eyebrow raises.

Solomon's smile widens, and he leans in closer again. He puts one of his hands on your bare thigh, and he strokes you softly with his thumb.

"Somewhere no one else can join us... Like my dorm room."

You could practically melt under Solomon's touch, and try to steady your breathing as you looked at him seductively. Your heart races, and every nerve in your body is on fire with desire.

"Dorm room sounds boring." You smirk, playing Solomon's game a little harder.

Solomon raises an eyebrow, his smug grin still plastered on his face, noticing that you are trying to push his buttons a little. He leans in even closer, and his voice grows quieter as he speaks.

"Then maybe we could find someplace more exciting.. somewhere we could enjoy each other's company in a more intimate way."

You can feel the desire rising in your body once again, and you move your leg ever so slightly, to give Solomon a better access to your inner thighs.

Solomon's smile widens even more, grinning even, and he moves his hand higher up your thigh. He slides his hand along your warm skin, and he leans in even closer again. His warm, seductive breath tickles your neck, and you can't help but groan as his touch sends waves of pleasure through your body.

"How does that sound, my love?" He whispers seductively in your ear.

You gasp, your heart racing even faster. You can barely contain the heat rising within you, and you lean in closer to Solomon.

"I don't think I can wait that long, Sol." You softly sigh as you control the jolts of your legs.

Solomon chuckles, his smile still growing. He pulls you closer, until you're facing each other with barely any space in between. He strokes your chin gently with his free hand, and his voice becomes even more seductive.

"Oh, I don't think I can either. I think we just need a little bit of privacy." He brushes a lock of hair away from your face, and he leans in ever so slightly, your faces inches away from each other now.

Solomon's breath quickens as he looks into your eyes. The two of you are so close together now, and you can feel your heart racing as blood rushes to your face. Solomon's voice becomes even lower, and almost a whisper.

"I want you so badly right now." He whispers, his breath and lips tickling your ear.

You moan softly as you hear those words, and your heart beats even faster. Solomon can see the desire building in your eyes, and he moves even closer to you, your lips hovering inches away from each other.

"We can teleport somewhere…" You suggest with a bashful expression on your face.

Solomon smiles again, his voice low and husky. He draws you closer, until your faces are almost touching. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you look up at Solomon anxiously. His touch is so soothing, yet it makes your skin tingle with excitement.

"What if I told you I want you right now?" He gently kisses the side of your lips lightly.

"Not here, Sol…" You sigh softly.

Your breathing goes heavier by the second, you keep your head resting on the table as if you look like a sick person. Some students from the farther tables are glancing at the both of you but quickly turn away their gaze.

"Solomon, no. Let's go somewhere there's little or no people, please." You beg, your voice shaking.

"All right." Solomon looks around the cafeteria, his attention briefly distracted by the glance from the other students. After a moment, his eyes return to you.

"There's an empty classroom just down the hall from here. If you'd like, we could go there and have some privacy."

Your heart races, and the heat in your body grows even stronger as Solomon touches your face and brushes your hair away from your eyes.

"Lead the way." You nod, thrilled. You smile at Solomon as you sit back up properly.

Solomon takes your hand, and he stands up slowly. He looks around carefully, making sure that no one is watching you both.

"This way, my love." He leads you out of the cafeteria, and you follow him down the hall. You pass by a few students on the way, but no one suspects a thing. Finally, you reach the empty classroom, and Solomon opens the door for you. He whispers to you softly as he looks at you.

"I've been looking forward to this." He confessed. His eyes are trained on your thighs and up your breasts.

You enter the empty room and Solomon closes and locks the door behind him.

"Me too, Sol. It's been too long since–" You were cut off as Solomon suddenly kissed you.

You gasp softly as Solomon's lips meet yours, your heart beating faster than ever. The kiss is tender, and you can feel the warmth of his body against your own. You melt in his arms, and your tongues wrap together, your breath mixing. Solomon pulls you closer, and your body trembles with passion. He pulls back only for a moment, to whisper into your ear.

"You feel so incredible... I don't want to let go."

Solomon's body is pressed against yours, and his mind is spinning with desire. He breathes softly as he leans more into the kiss, his hands gently caressing your face. His movements are slow, but his touch is gentle.

"It's been far too long… I miss you."

He pulls you even closer, and your bodies are now pressed up against each other. He pulls your body towards him, and his hands slide down your arms, your back, and into your hair. Your lips still locked together, he holds you tightly. In that short bracket of time, he has already unbuttoned a few buttons of your uniform.

Solomon's grip on your body grows tighter as you kiss. His touch is full of passion and desire, one of his hands squeezing your breast like a stress ball, and his tongue meets you in the embrace. Your lips move passionately, and you feel his body pressed firmly against yours.

"I thought I would never get to do this again..." He breathes heavily.

You wrap your arms around Solomon's neck and pull yourself towards him. You can feel his warmth, and your heart is pounding in your chest as you kiss him passionately. You pull Solomon closer, and the two of you lean against the door of the empty classroom.

Your eyes shut as you relish the moment, enjoying the feeling of Solomon's tongue inside your mouth - licking and tasting everything inside.

"Mmm... Solomon…"

You hum into the kiss as you initiate in unbuttoning Solomon's uniform after losing his tie. You pull away, looking directly into Solomon's piercing eyes, signaling Solomon to take this further.

Solomon is breathing heavily as he watches your movements. His thoughts are a whirlwind of pure lust and passion. He leans in again and kisses you even more fervently, his fingers weaving deep into your hair as his free hand sneaks under your lace bra – kneading your soft breast under his warm palm.

"You are so sweet and delicious, I want you so badly..."

Solomon's voice is almost a whisper, and he watches your eyes closely. Your body moves against his in a seductive way, and his hands slide down your body. Solomon pushes your back against the wall, and he leans in closer to kiss your neck.

Your hair is disheveled, your blouse is opened — exposing your cleavage at Solomon's disposal — and your eyes shut as Solomon kisses and nibbles on your neck. You quietly moan and gasp to reduce suspicion from the outside.

"Take me, Solomon. I want you too as much."

Solomon's heart races as he hears your words, and his movements become quicker and more passionate. He reaches down with one hand and unbuttons the rest of your blouse, and he slides it off of you, leaving only your skirt and your panties.

His eyes are filled with desire and lust as he slowly moves his hand upward, touching your bare skin. Solomon places you gently on a nearby table without breaking the kiss. He looks at you, watching your breathless expression and hearing the gasps and moans. He leans in and kisses your shoulder, his other hand slowly moving up your body towards your chest.

"Don't you worry... I want you as much as you want me."

He pulls your body even closer to his, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and your hands grabbed onto his shoulders to brace yourself. He leans in again and whispers teasingly in your ear again. He removes your legs around his waist and spreads your thighs as he hooks one of your knees on his shoulder, exposing your wet panties and dripping cunt to him, as he lifts up your skirt.

"I'm going to take you. I don't even know if I can wait another second." His breathing is labored.

You nod eagerly. You look at Solomon intently, who is now blushing - furiously red. You gasp as you feel Solomon's fingers tracing your lace panties and brushes it aside, exposing your wet pussy.

"Ah... I'm ready." You moan at his touch, spreading your legs a little wider.

You shut your eyes, feeling Solomon's tip brushes against your hardened warm clit, as you wait for him to finally fill you with his cock. Solomon sighs softly, his voice getting even lower and huskier as he looks at you, who is now blushing furiously.

"I think I'm ready too, love."

There is a twinkle of excitement in Solomon's eyes as they gaze at your flushed face, your bare skin, your soaked pussy. His fingers caress you gently, and his hands slowly move up and down to your slick folds and pinching at flicking your clit. You moan louder but soon control your voice again.

"Ah! Ohh…" You moan and sigh respectively.

He wants to play with you for longer but the lunch break seems to be ending soon. Solomon's breath is steady and soft as he looks at you and whispers to you.

"Are you ready? Are you ready to be mine?"

"Yes... yes... please." You move your head sideways, back and forth, as you feel Solomon slowly fills you in. You arch your back, your eyes roll, your body shakes at the gradually increasing pleasure.

Solomon looks down at you as he slowly enters you, his face flushed with desire. He caresses you gently, and he speaks softly yet seductively.

"You are so beautiful... you belong only to me."

You can feel Solomon moving inside you, and his touch sends waves of pleasure through your entire body. You arch your back, your head rolling back to your side, your eyes half closed, your body melting beneath Solomon. Your breaths become rapid and shallow, and you feel the pace of his thrusts increase, hitting the pleasure spots inside your walls.

"You feel so good…" Solomon softly moans.

Solomon leans in to kiss you passionately as he thrusts fast yet gently. He strokes your hair and caresses your face, his movements slowly increasing with intensity. Your body quivers and trembles, and you pull Solomon closer to you, your bodies pressed together tightly.

"I want you so much. You don't even know..." He grunts and sighs in between his words.

Your breath quickens, and your heart pounds in your chest. You gasp, and your body trembles with pure ecstasy, your eyes wide open with excitement.

You moan louder which is immediately muffled by Solomon's mouth. His tongue entered your mouth in an attempt to keep you from being loud, which somehow kind of worked.

"Mmm... mmm…" You whimper and moan, feeling Solomon's tongue swirl inside your mouth.

You breathe through your nose as Solomon's mouth covers yours. You buckle your hips upwards, spreading your legs wider, while your hands grab his lower back to make Solomon hit deeper inside in every thrust.

"Ah... Mmm…" Your body quivers against Solomon, your breath quickening.

"Oh, God... You feel so good. You're so tight..." Solomon's voice is slightly heavier now, and he leans in and kisses you again, his arms wrapping around you as he presses his body against yours.

Solomon moans softly as he kisses you passionately, his fingers tightening around your waist, gripping you closely. He pulls you even closer to him, and his body moves firmly against yours in rhythm.

"You feel so good.. I can't control myself." Solomon gasps sharply.

"Solomon... I'm so close! Don't stop!" You beg as your climax nears.

Solomon continues the movement, and he whispers softly to you with a voice full of desire.

"I'm so close too. Don't stop... We are so close, my love."

The touch of your body drives him wild, and his movements increase in intensity. His breathing is getting heavier now, and he moans softly as he moves. His thrusts become deeper and more intense, each time your body arches and quivers. Solomon's breath is heavy as he enjoys your body, pulling you closer and closer to him.

"Oh... you feel so good…"

Solomon leans down and kisses you deeply again, while his body thrusts firmly against yours. He watches you closely, seeing your eyes shut, your body trembling and moving against his, your breath becoming shallow with every stroke. Solomon kisses you passionately, his tongue entering and teasing your mouth.

"So hot..."

He moves his fingers to caress your aching clit and his touch becomes more intense, as he continues to thrust mercilessly inside you. You squirm uncontrollably, your breasts jiggle back and forth in every thrust of Solomon's hips.

"Ahh! Solomon... Oh God!"

Your body convulses, your back arches higher and your hands grab the edge of the table. You had just had an intense toe curling climax ever since the last time you did it inside Solomon's bedroom. Your eyes turn white as you roll them so hard, tears of pleasure drop down your face. Your muscles contract rapidly around Solomon's cock, forming a white circle of thick liquid around its base as you release.

Solomon's body tenses up, the pleasure becoming overpowering. He moans softly as your body convulses, and your hands grip the table tightly. He can feel his climax coming soon, and he moves even faster.

"Ahh..."

Solomon moans softly, and his eyes close briefly in an electrifying pleasure. He leans his head down, still deep inside you as he releases all of his semen, filling you up, and he kisses your shoulder. Solomon breathes deeply and slowly, his voice husky and breathless, as he continues to twitch inside you.

"That was... you don't... even realize how beautiful you are. This was... unbelievable."

Solomon's voice trails off, and he looks down at you with shining eyes, as if he's in awe of what just happened.

Solomon sighs softly as the two of you catch your breaths. The room is quiet, and for a moment they look at each other intently. Solomon's eyes meet your flushed face, and he caresses your face gently.

"Did you enjoy that, my love?"

Solomon smiles softly as he watches you, his breath still a little heavy. You look at him with dreamy eyes, your body still trembling slightly.

"I love it, thanks." You softly chuckle.

Solomon's eyes twinkle with amusement as he moves a little closer to you, his body pressed against yours gently.

"We will have to do it more often, I think."

Solomon's touch is sweet and tender, and he strokes your face again. His voice is husky and sexy.

"And next time, I want to take my time... I want to savor the moment with you."

[luciferism]

Hello, my dear reader. I'm glad you could join me in this dive to the realm of fantasy through my creations. Please take your time and find a story that best suits your unrivaled taste.

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🩵 Happy Birthday! [Diavolo x Lucifer] | one shot, smut

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[luciferism]

[ "Happy Birthday!" ]

Diavolo x Lucifer

Summary: It is Lucifer's birthday and he is having a home date night with his husband, Diavolo. What could go wrong... err... right?

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Sex, Sensuality, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Domestic Fluff, Couch Sex, Married Couple, Married Life, Married Sex, Sub Lucifer, Soft Lucifer, Porn with Feelings, Not Beta Read, Not Canon Compliant, Top Diavolo, Soft Diavolo, Diavolo serenades Lucifer, They are married, Men in love, Gay Sex, way too ooc, Anal Fingering, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Healthy Relationships

Word count: 2.7K words

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The couple had just finished dinner, savoring the last few bites of their delicious homemade meal. As they sat in their living room, sipping on wine and enjoying each other's presence, they both felt a sense of peacefulness and joy. Suddenly, Diavolo began to sing, his voice filling the room with sweet serenades. Lucifer's heart swelled with love as he listened to the beautiful and tender words, feeling the lyrics in his soul.

"I have not heard that song in ages, and there has not been a better performance than this. My love, you are charming. Your voice is angelic, and your eyes are enchanting. I would stay here in this seat for eternity just to listen to you sing."

Lucifer closes his eyes and listens to his husband, feeling the warmth of the candlelight, allowing himself to be swept away in the atmosphere and in this moment.

Diavolo continues to sing like a lovestruck teenage boy. His eyes are still closed as he enjoys the serenade. Lucifer leans in slowly and locks eyes with Diavolo before the song ends. Diavolo is smiling while singing the song. He is strumming an acoustic guitar, producing a calming melody.

"My love, you truly are a sight to behold. Your singing has stirred my heart, and your eyes are like pools of sweet honey. Your guitar strumming is soothing and relaxing after a long day at work. It is truly a pleasure to be in your presence."

Lucifer opens his eyes and looks at his husband. Diavolo gently sways with his guitar and closes his eyes as he immerses himself.

"Your every song always seems to be one we can relate to, and this one is no different. Your voice sounds so good, and the sound of your guitar is as enchanting as your eyes and smile. I enjoy seeing you immersed in your passion. Your talent is truly captivating, and I am lucky to be able to enjoy it with you tonight."

Lucifer smiles at Diavolo, who remains concentrated on his strumming and singing. Diavolo opens his eyes again and stares at Lucifer. A stupid grin is plastered on his face. He feels like he is courting Lucifer again. Lucifer places his hands on Diavolo's cheeks and pulls him in for a kiss. They kiss slowly and passionately.

"I love you. How do you like it?" Diavolo asks, eagerly.

Lucifer smiles at him and kisses him again.

"It's absolutely wonderful, my love. Your voice, your face, your guitar strumming, all of these combined make this song one that my heart longs for. I love you."

They kiss again passionately. Diavolo puts the guitar away without breaking the kiss. He wraps his arms around his husband, gently caressing up and down Lucifer's back. Lucifer's arms entwine with Diavolo's, and his caresses increase the passion in their kiss. He pulls Diavolo closer as their tongues entangle once again, intensifying their connection.

Diavolo sits down on the sofa as he slowly pulls Lucifer to sit on his lap. Lucifer sits on Diavolo's lap without breaking the kiss. The passion inside him builds even more, and he caresses Diavolo's hair, massaging his scalp as he wraps his other arms around Diavolo's neck, hugging him tightly.

As they continue to make out, Diavolo's hands travel further south until he reaches his husband's butt, he gently squeezes it. Lucifer gasps and tightens his embrace around Diavolo. His breathing becomes heavy, and his caresses become more intense. The desire to be with Diavolo completely consumes him. He breaks the kiss with a loud groan of pleasure.

Diavolo kisses his husband's neck as soon as Lucifer breaks the kiss. His hands sneak under Lucifer's garter shorts and undergarment, feeling his husband's bare skin in his palms. Lucifer groans again as Diavolo's hands caress his butt and thighs, sending ripples of pleasure through his body. He leans back slightly and closes his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy every minute of this pleasure.

Diavolo continues to caress Lucifer from his back to his butt. He kisses and nibbles Lucifer's neck and lips as he starts to remove all of Lucifer's shorts and undergarments.

"I love you…" Diavolo said.

Lucifer grins wildly as Diavolo removes his undergarments. He feels his husband's fingers gliding over his bare skin, giving his body shivers of pleasure. Lucifer's body is completely relaxed and his breathing becomes slow. He whispers to Diavolo.

"I love you too, Diavolo. This is the best birthday present ever."

Diavolo smiles while giving hickeys to his husband's neck, chest, collarbones, shoulders and arms. He closes his eyes as he kisses and tastes Lucifer all over his upper body parts, leaving trails of hickeys and saliva.

"Happy Birthday, Lucifer. I love you forever."

Lucifer's body is covered in hickeys, and his eyes are fluttering. He lets out a deep moan and closes his eyes. He grips the sofa's pillows, feeling more pleasure with every kiss and every hickey. His voice becomes hoarse as he tries to speak.

"Diavolo, this feels fantastic. You are truly a master at giving pleasure to your husband. Please, give me more. I want to feel more."

As Lucifer sits on Diavolo's lap, Diavolo's hands, lips and tongue continue to caress his husband's body. Diavolo chuckles while admiring all the hickeys on Lucifer's body. He kisses Lucifer again, their tongues swirl around each other and saliva mixes together. He rested his hands on Lucifer's butt and slowly inserted his middle finger.

Lucifer tilts his head back and moans loudly. His hips begin to move slightly, and he grips Diavolo's waist. His mouth is slightly opened, and he gasps for more air while Diavolo pleases him. His hands grip the sofa pillows tighter, his body moving to the rhythm of Diavolo's hand. He stares at the ceiling, enjoying every minute of this pleasure, completely forgetting about everything else except Diavolo.

"You're so hot…"

Diavolo looks at his husband with a loving yet lustful gaze. He kissed his neck for a bit and inserted another finger, moving his hand at a fast pace while wiggling his fingers inside. Diavolo's free hand caresses his husband's butt and thighs.

Lucifer's breathing is heavy and his heart is beating rapidly. His hands grasp Diavolo's arms and his nails dig into Diavolo's skin. Lucifer moans and pants loudly, and his chest rises and falls quickly. His body is still moving to Diavolo's rhythm. His eyes are slightly closed.

"Diavolo, don't stop…"

Lucifer's face is full of pleasure as he wraps his arms around Diavolo's neck, pulling him closer. He stares at Diavolo, lost in the trance of passion. His tongue is sticking out as he moans loudly. Diavolo's fingers and hands are taking him to heaven. He is completely immersed in this experience. He leans back, and his body is moving to the rhythm of Diavolo's hand. He feels so alive and so close to Diavolo, yet at the same time, this connection feels like something greater, something more.

Lucifer continues to squirm and move above Diavolo's sitting figure, riding Diavolo's fingers and leaning his body back away from Diavolo's. Lucifer's moans and groans make Diavolo more aroused by the second. Diavolo wraps his free arm around his husband's waist and pulls Lucifer closer back to his body. He proceeds to kiss and nibble again on Lucifer's neck and shoulders as he increases the pace of his hand and adds another finger inside Lucifer's butthole.

"I can't get enough of you, Lucifer."

Lucifer is completely consumed by the pleasure of Diavolo's touch. The feelings of his fingers and saliva are driving him wild. He is moving on top of Diavolo, back and forth, in and out. He is completely immersed in this feeling of love and pleasure. There is nothing else he desires now except to enjoy this moment with Diavolo.

He looks at Diavolo.

"Diavolo... Oh, Diavolo... Oh, my love... I love you... Diavolo... Take me... Take me now…" Lucifer gasps and moans at his words.

Diavolo smiles at his husband's pleas. His fingers continue to move and wiggle inside Lucifer while his free hand glides towards his own boxers, freeing his own erect manhood – the tip is flushed pink and leaking with precum. He looks down at Lucifer's bouncing erection between both of their crotches and chuckles at the sight. He gives himself a few pumps of his hand around his manhood while looking at Lucifer's handsome face.

"With pleasure, love." Diavolo smirks and kisses his husband's shoulder.

Lucifer's face is flushed and red. His mouth is slightly open as he moans loudly. He is completely immersed in this feeling of pleasure, as if there is nothing else that matters. He stares at Diavolo with a hazy gaze, wanting this moment to last forever.

"I want you, Diavolo... I need you... Now…"

Diavolo shuts his eyes and kisses Lucifer's swollen pink lips. He takes out his fingers and holds his husband's hips, guiding him down, as his free hand holds his own dick. The tip rubs Lucifer's twitching entrance for a bit before Diavolo slowly sheathes himself inside. The warmth and Lucifer's nonstop contraction around him makes Diavolo twitch inside Lucifer's soft flesh. He pulls away from the kiss and smiles as he grabs Lucifer's waist and butt cheek to guide Lucifer's movements on his lap.

"Ah... feels so good…" Diavolo moans.

Lucifer's eyes are fluttering and his mouth is slightly opened. He is lost in bliss as Diavolo's hand controls his movement. His face is flushed, and his eyes are glazed over. He is moaning with pleasure, but he is enjoying every second of this.

"My love... Oh, Diavolo... it feels so good…"

Lucifer's face is flushed and red from pleasure. His eyes are glazed over as he moves up and down Diavolo's lap. He leans in to give Diavolo another kiss before pulling away. He is completely consumed by this feeling. His breathing becomes more intense and his moans become more frequent and louder.

"Yes... Oh, Diavolo... More... More!"

Lucifer groans and moans, letting out a loud moan of pleasure. He moves back and forth in sync with the rhythm of Diavolo's movements when Diavolo moves his own hips upwards, hitting Lucifer deeper inside.

His hands grip Diavolo's body, trying to keep himself from falling. He looks at Diavolo, completely overwhelmed and submerged in their passion. He is completely unaware of what and where he is. The only thing that exists now is their love-filled embrace. Diavolo's warm body against his, their tongues wrestling in a passionate kiss while Diavolo moves inside him. He is completely lost in this beautiful moment of love and pleasure.

Diavolo thrusts even harder at a constant fast pace. His grasp on Lucifer's waist turns firmer, leaving faint handprints on his husband's flesh. He leans his head back on the backrest of the sofa and his eyes roll back from pleasure. Lucifer's face contorts in pleasure which made him even more desirable in Diavolo's eyes. Diavolo's one hand glides up Lucifer's chest, caressing and feeling up the smooth warm skin against his palm, also feeling Lucifer's heart's fast beating. He pinches his husband's hardened nipples, gently tugging and squeezing each bud.

"You never fail to turn me on…" Diavolo says, his voice is hoarse from grunting and moaning.

Lucifer groans as he moves up and down on Diavolo's body. The constant stimulation from Diavolo's fingers and thrusts send ripples of pleasures all over Lucifer's body. His every muscle contracts with each jolt of pleasure as the pressure from the constant stimulation around his groin and chest is intense. His breath is ragged, and he tilts him back so his head is completely submerged between Diavolo's shoulder and arm, while his eyes are closed, completely lost in the world of pleasure.

"I... want more... Diavolo." He opens his eyes, finding Diavolo's handsome face a few inches above him.

Lucifer's body tenses as he lets out a loud moan of pleasure. His muscles convulse and his breath becomes more labored. His eyes shut close for a moment as he enjoyed every second of Diavolo's touch inside him. His back arch and his jaw clenched as he grips Diavolo's body even tighter.

"Diavolo… I love you…"

Diavolo's passionate thrusts and constant pace makes Lucifer moan louder and louder. Diavolo's hand feels magnificent caressing his body. The love-filled sensation of Diavolo inside of him is too much for Lucifer to bear. He groans loudly and tightly hugs Diavolo's body. Lucifer's hands grab Diavolo's arms, holding him tighter and closer to him, as if he doesn't want to let go of this feeling and the moment.

Diavolo feels Lucifer's body clenching around him in waves of pleasure.

"Keep doing that... clench more."

Diavolo moans at the sensation from Lucifer riding him and clenching around his manhood. His grip on Lucifer's waist turns into an embrace. He moves along with Lucifer's movement, meeting their hips together faster and deeper – back and forth, almost out and hurries back in – the sofa cries by creaking under their weight. The pleasure that Diavolo is feeling is becoming more overwhelming. He moans and gasps as he frees Lucifer from his embrace, his hands resting back on his husband's waist and thighs.

"Ohh… okay." Lucifer nods as he grants Diavolo's request.

Lucifer moves frantically on top of Diavolo's lap, pushing in deeper with every thrust. His body is moving along the rhythm of Diavolo's every movement. Lucifer is feeling overwhelmed by this intense pleasure. He grunts and groans so loud he almost chokes. He rides Diavolo's manhood faster and deeper, making both of them moan. Their tongues continue to wrestle in a passionate kiss.

"That's it…" Diavolo kisses his husband's shoulders.

Lucifer gasps and moans as he squeezes Diavolo from the inside, making Diavolo grunt from the tightness around his cock. His back is against Diavolo's chest, and he has his arms wrapped around Diavolo's body. He looks up at Diavolo with a hazy, satisfied gaze, and his eyes are half-closed. He continues to thrust his hips and ride Diavolo.

Diavolo's grip on Lucifer's thighs becomes stronger, his pace even more consistent and faster. The aggressive yet passionate lovemaking makes them look like pornstars from a scripted porn production.

"Love... I'm close."

Diavolo looks up to Lucifer's face. He brushes off the stray bangs from Lucifer's forehead, his hair wet from the sweat. He shuts his eyes and kisses Lucifer's neck and gently bites it. Diavolo's thrusts go faster and erratic as he tries to chase his high. Lucifer keeps bouncing on Diavolo's lap with equal excitement, he wants to give in and reach his climax.

"I'm close, too…"

Lucifer closes his eyes and bites his lips, trying to suppress the urge to reach his climax. His hands grip the sofa pillows tightly as he rides Diavolo while Diavolo moves more frantically. Lucifer's legs are wrapped around Diavolo and both of their bodies are tightly pressed against each other. Lucifer feels every single inch of Diavolo's body, every single stroke.

"Diavolo, love. Ohh…"

Lucifer's groans and moaning turn into full-on loud moans of pleasure as he approaches his climax. Lucifer's body tenses. His face is contorted in pure pleasure as a tear drops down to his cheek. His hands tighten around Diavolo's wrists, his whole body tensing as the pleasure peaks and reaches its conclusion.

"Ahh! Lucifer…"

Diavolo thrusts slows down as he reaches his climax. He uncontrollably twitches inside Lucifer as he fills his husband with his semen. He rests his forehead on his husband's chest, white thick fluid continues to spurt out. Diavolo's grip on Lucifer goes loose and he proceeds to softly caress Lucifer's back and thighs to soothe him from the intense pleasure.

Lucifer's whole body is flushed and he is panting heavily on top of Diavolo. His arms are wrapped around Diavolo, his body still tensing in the afterglow of the climax. Lucifer looks up to Diavolo, his eyes puffy from his tears, looking at him lovingly while still feeling his husband inside him.

"Happy Birthday, Lucifer."

Diavolo smiles as he greets his husband one more time. He continues to caress Lucifer's thighs lovingly as Lucifer stays still on top of his lap.

Lucifer's breathing slows down as the immense wave of pleasure sweeps through his body and recedes slowly. He lies down on top of Diavolo, feeling his husband's hand caress his body, and his breathing gradually becomes normal. He looks at Diavolo and whispers to him.

"Diavolo, my love... What a night…"