#grrr this is so similar to my sick fic.. why did i organize the list like that??

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day 11

Emetophilia

MINORS DNI

warnings: dom top amab gn reader, sub bottom sick trans man Lucifer, emeto, pussyjob

Terms used for Lucifer: pussy, cunt, clit

"How is everyone?" Lucifer asks as soon as he wakes. Your heart throbs; of course he'd be more concerned about everyone else when he's sickly in bed. You brush his hair from his face, kissing his flushed cheek lovingly before responding,

"Everyone is fine. How are you, darling?"

Lucifer groans, sinking into his mattress like a deflated balloon,

"Awful."

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" you ask sweetly, taking his hands in yours. Lucifer flushes, and you worry about him having a fever before he speaks.

Looking away, he mumbles, "I would like it if you would touch me."

You let out a shocked noise, and Lucifer readjusts himself awkwardly.

"You mean, like this?" you ask, pressing the back of your cool hand to his flushed cheek. Lucifer huffs,

"I think you know—" you laugh, kissing him and effectively cutting him off.

"I do, I'm sorry for teasing you while you're sick," you hum, joining him on the bed, pulling back his covers. Lucifer grimaces at the cool air hitting his body, but seems pleased that you've closed the distance between you two.

"I suppose you are forgiven," he says with a smile, helping you with taking off his sleep pants. With his pussy revealed, you see he's wet already.

"What's got you all worked up?" you ask as you slide your fingers from his hole to his erect clit. It's not like you're any better off, you've been half hard since he asked for your touch. Lucifer shudders,

"You—" he gasps, then gags. You pause,

"Are you okay?" You remove your fingers from him, giving him space. Lucifer brings a hand to his mouth, closing his eyes and breathing heavily.

"I'm okay," he states after a very long moment. You give him an unconvinced look, and he frowns, "seriously, I am," he insists. Your continued hesitancy makes him huff again, "please," he eventually tries, spreading his legs as a way to entice you. It works, and your hand returns between his thighs, much to Lucifer's relief.

"Tell me if you need to stop," you remind him, pinching his clit so he gets the memo. Lucifer nods,

"Yes, I will," he promises, jerking his hips into your touch.

"Good boy," you praise, slipping your fingers into his entrance. You finger him for a moment, but your own arousal is distracting. Your touch leaves him again as you go to take off your pants. Lucifer frowns at the lack of stimulation, but watches you with hungry eyes nonetheless.

"I don't think I can take you," he sounds sad as he says it, but you're more than grateful he told you. You show your appreciation by giving him a loving kiss,

"Thank you for telling me," you hum softly, "there's other things we can do?" you offer, repositioning your hips so you can slide your cock against his cunt. He gasps at the feeling, clinging onto your shoulders,

"Yes, please."

Slowly, you grind your cock against his pussy, groaning at how slick he feels against you.

"Good, more, please?" Lucifer gasps, arching his chest into you. And of course you can't deny him, so you increase your pace, rutting against him, your tip knocking against his clit, then sliding down against his wet cunt.

You don't notice, maybe because you're too lost in chasing your own pleasure and making him feel good, but Lucifer goes pale. His grip on you tightens, and his teeth grit, and then he's shoving you away, using only a fraction of his strength but still sending you flying to the end of the bed. He turns over the side of the bed, gags and then hurls.

Shock hits you first, causing your mouth to drop open, and then arousal hits. Letting your urges overwhelm you, you wrap your hand around your cock and jerk off as you watch him empty the contents of his stomach.

Just as Lucifer's body decides he's done, you cum, dirtying your stomach and fist with your cum.

"I'm sorry," he groans, turning back to you. "Oh," he muses as he processes the sight before him. The only thing stopping you from feeling ashamed or apologetic is the look on Lucifer's face. He looks like he wants to eat you alive.

"Sorry," you mumble, crawling back to nuzzle up beside him. Lucifer hums,

"I was hoping you would finish on my cunt," he confesses. You groan, your soft cock giving a hopeful twitch.

"I'll get you off," you promise, shimmying down until you're face to face with his pussy. "Let me make you feel better," you lick him from hole to clit, and Lucifer trembles.

"Please."