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devildompotato · 4 years ago

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It's almost 10 am and I still haven't slept, so I'm going to drop this off to kick off my "Cross Post From AO3" endeavor.

So, have some hungover Luci smut! Inspired by the daily chats that I can't be bothered to find the name of right now.

NSFW!!!

Luci x f!OC

"Love you."

Of all the things she expected Drunk Lucifer to text her, that was not it. She felt a thrill go through her whenever she read those two words, even though she knew he probably wouldn't remember sending that text. And of course, there's no way he meant it. But her heart didn't care, and sped up every time she thought about it.

It occurred to her that he was probably in his room, as she'd heard the door not too long ago. She slipped her robe on over the shorts and tank top she wore to bed, stopped in the kitchen to fill a nice, large glass of water, and headed to his room. When she knocked, he slurred "Come in," so she entered, shocked to see him practically undressed by Lucifer's standards. He had on his standard dress shirt and black slacks, but that was it.

"AISLING!" he shouted. "I'm so happy to see you!" He stumbled towards her like a clumsy puppy, pulling her in for a tight hug. "I was just thinking about you and now you're RIGHT HERE! It's like magic!"

"Yes, Lucifer, just like magic. Here, I brought you some water. Drink it before you go to bed so you don't get hungover. "

"You're SO nice. Are all humans nice like you? That's a stupid question, I know they aren't. You're just special. And you're here and I love you and everything is great!"

"Okay, Luci. Let's get you into bed." She gently guided him to his bed, which was only possible because he wanted to make her happy. He was much too large for her to actually move. He plopped down on his bed, sitting back against the pillows and drinking his water. He caught her hand as she turned to leave.

"Why don't you stay here tonight?"

"You will be so mad at me and yourself if I do that."

"But Aisling you're so pretty. I want you to stay." With that he grabbed her robe and pulled her into lap. "Isn't this better? Now I can kiss you."

"Lucifer..." her response was cut off by his lips. Even sloppy drunk, he was amazing at kissing, and as his hand started sliding toward her breast, she mentally sulked because she knew she had to put a stop to it. "Lucifer, you won't be happy if I let this happen. If you really want me, come to me when you're sober."

Lucifer pouted adorably, which was a word she never thought she'd attribute to this man. But he let her go and snuggled into his sheets. After shutting his door, she sighed, knowing her dreams were going to run wild with possibilities. Damn the man for teasing her with what she'll never have.

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Lucifer: I've got a terrible headache so I don't want any of you to cause any trouble for me.

Aisling wasn't surprised at the text that woke her. She pretty much ignored the ensuing flurry of texts that followed, and instead headed to the kitchen. Beel was already up, snacking on some fruit.

"Isn't Satan on food today?"

"Yeah. But I guess I ate everything he'd planned on using so he's out shopping."

"Oh Beel, what are we gonna do with you?" She gathered her ingredients, throwing a couple bananas his way. She quickly made the smoothie and headed back out, handing Beel the last banana and ruffling his hair as she walked by.

She quietly made her way to Lucifer's room, knocking as softly as she could manage while still needing to be heard. She heard some muffled swearing, and the door was wrenched open with a furious Lucifer snapping "WHAT?!" by way of greeting.

"Your text made it sound like you were hungover. This is a foolproof human world remedy."

He stepped back, letting her in. He took it with a skeptical look, sniffing the drink. "Bananas?"

"Yes. It's literally just a banana smoothie, I promise there are no weird ingredients. But it does work."

He took a sip, humming in appreciation. "... thank you."

"Did you drink your water like I told you to?"

"You're the one who left that?"

"Yes. I take it you don't remember last night?"

"Not really. I remember texting you and..." his eyes widened and he gasped, "we didn't... did we?"

"No. You kissed me and I left. I knew you didn't actually want it so I knew I couldn't stay."

He stopped drinking his smoothie and turned to her, "If I asked you, I wanted it."

"It doesn't count when you're drunk. You'd have been pissed if you'd found me in your bed this morning. You don't want me when you're sober, and that's when it's important."

He set his drink down and walked up to her, framing her face with his hands. "I promise I want you all the time. Every time I see you, every time you cross my mind, I want you. And let me tell you, you're always on my mind."

She couldn't find her voice to reply, shocked at what he had said. He looked deep into her eyes, thumbs brushing her cheekbones, until she found something to say. "I think that's the most you've ever said to me... that wasn't a threat."

"I'm a man of few words, what can I say? Other than, can I kiss you?"

She nodded, wide-eyed. He was so tall that she had to stand on her tiptoes just to have a chance of meeting him in the middle. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted her, holding her tightly to him. She was still in the clothes she'd slept in, which meant his hands were brushing skin tantalizingly close to the curve of her ass.The kiss was sweet, with an underlying dark current of desire. It was a hint of promise, should she want to take it. Instead of putting her down when he pulled back, he carried her to his bed. He set her down and turned to grab his smoothie. She must have looked confused, because he laughed softly as he climbed into bed.

"I really do have a headache. So I'm going to finish this smoothie, and take a nap. I'd like you to stay with me."

"Just to nap?"

"I fully intend on having my way with you when I awake, unless you feel differently."

"Uh no... that sounds good."

He laughed again, this time at the blush staining her cheeks. He quickly finished his smoothie as she got under the covers, pulling her tight against him when he was done. She wasn't even sleepy, but his calm heartbeat, even breathing, and body heat had her drifting off before she knew it.

She woke up to Lucifer coming out of his bathroom. He smiled when he saw her watching him. In his rumpled sleep clothes and wild bedhead, he was boyishly charming, reminding her of the Lucifer he'd been in Levi's game.

"I don't know if it was the sleep or the smoothie but I feel great. Thank you."

"Well, if it was the sleep then you don't have anything to thank me for."

"I don't remember the last time I slept that well, and I think that's on you. So you can't avoid my gratitude." He climbed on the end of the bed and crawled up to her. She felt like prey to a large panther, with the smooth way he prowled and the wicked gleam in his eye. When he reached her, he caged her in his arms.

"Now, I believe I promised to have my way with you when I woke up." He was so close she could smell mint on his breath; he must have just brushed his teeth.

"I should probably brush my teeth before I let you kiss me." She squeaked when he dove in for a kiss, blushing as he bit her bottom lip before pulling away.

"You taste fine to me. So unless you're trying to get away from me, I say we should continue."

She nodded, too overwhelmed at the thought of sex with Lucifer. Just the thought made her wet. He started kissing his way down her neck, leaving soft little love bites along the way. She clutched his head as he continued his journey, sinking her fingers in his soft hair. When he reached the edge of her tank top, he pulled her up just enough that he could pull it off. When he laid her back down, he took a moment to simply enjoy the way her breasts moved with her panting breaths.

He began to kiss his way to her nipple, stopping to suck a mark into the sensitive flesh of her breast. She was already quite pale, but that particular area was practically white, and his mark stood out in stark contrast. He let out a pleased little growl. It was low enough that she could hide it, but if she wore a low cut shirt, everyone would know she was his. He finally made it to her nipple and teased it with the tip of his tongue.

She gasped, lifting her hips to his, trying to get some friction. Her hands tightened their hold on his hair, holding him to her. He jerked away, grabbing her wrists in one of his large hands and putting her arms above her head. As he used the other hand to rub her sensitive nipple, he leaned down to murmur in her ear, "Keep these here, little one, or I'll have to tie you up."

She couldn't help the groan that left her when he mentioned tying her up. He grinned to himself, continuing on, "My little human likes the idea of me tying her to the bed, doesn't she?" She rocked her hips against the mattress, but stayed silent, so he pinched her nipple, hard. "I asked you a question."

His rough treatment of her nipple just turned her on more, so it took a moment for his words to register. "Yes sir. Please."

He hadn't expected the "sir" and it sent a thrill down his spine. She was shaping up to be a far more exciting bed partner than he'd imagined, and she'd been plenty exciting in his fantasies. He nipped her earlobe, his voice dipping into an impossibly low register as he practically growled in her ear. "I even get a 'sir' from you? Oh sweetheart, we are going to have so much fun exploring that. But for now-" he sat back on his heels, reaching for the waistband of her shorts.

He was just about to pull them off when he had a wonderful idea. He moved off of her legs, rolling her to lay on her stomach. He straddled her legs again, lightly dragging his fingertips along the waistband of her shorts before lightly spanking her. "These shorts are sinful. Absolutely delicious. Sometimes I do extra rounds or make up a reason to stop by your room just in case you're wearing them. They taunt me with your gorgeous ass. Positively indecent. And you walk around in them for just anyone to see? "

She gasped, both at his spanking and rubbing her ass, and at his words. "I can stop wearing them outside of my room if you want."

He rolled her to her back so he could look her dead in the eye. "If you want. But I like it, and I'll like it even more now. When all of my brothers stare and drool and wish they were fucking you, I'll be the one who knows every inch of your body. I'll know what it feels like to be buried inside of you. And I'll be the one to know how you taste."

He finally pulled off her shorts and panties, taking a moment to run a finger along her slit. "Ohhh, you are sowet, my love." With that, he settled between her thighs, spreading her open to his hungry gaze as he gave one long lick to her dripping sex. She whined, bucking her hips. He let out a pleased hum against her clit before pressing his tongue to it, driving her wild. Her chest was gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat, her chest heaving as she panted.

He slid his tongue deep inside her, curling and twisting it against her walls. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping his sheets as she ground her hips to his face. He wrapped his hands around her hips to hold her as close as possible while his tongue drove her to distraction. He let go of her hip with one hand, using his fingers to tease her clit. That was what threw her over the edge, practically sobbing through her orgasm. He felt her walls clenching around his tongue; he groaned, a long, low grumble that sent vibrations through her, prolonging her orgasm.

He crawled up her body, admiring her post-orgasm flush. He gently ran his thumb over her nipple, making her shudder. Her eyes were dark with arousal, and as he positioned himself to enter her, she bit her lip.

"Sir, wait."

There was that damnable "sir" again. He might not survive sex with this woman. "Yes?"

"Let me taste you. Please. I need to."

Fuck. And now she's begging to suck his cock? He really isn't going to survive. He rolled off of her, laying back against his pillows and spreading his legs to make room for her. "Far be it for me to not fulfill your needs."

She settled between his legs, looking up at him through her lashes. "Thank you sir." She lowered her head, poking out her tongue to lick up the precum at the tip. He groaned, ever so slightly thrusting his hips up. She pressed down slowly, until the tip of his cock slipped into her throat. She pulled up and off, licking her palm and wrapping it around the base before taking him back in her mouth. She kept going until her mouth met her hand, moaning and choking on his length. He could see the bulge of his cock in her throat and couldn't help but lay his fingers against it. The feeling of his cock moving in her throat nearly brought him to the edge.

"Aisling, stop."

She pulled off of him with an obscene slurp. "Yes, sir?"

Her voice was rough and husky, as if he needed a reminder that he'd been nearly balls deep in her mouth. It sent a shiver down his spine. He gently ran his fingers through her hair. "You're too good at that, and I didn't want to come in your mouth."

"I'd love it if you did."

He closed his eyes for a moment, wondering if she was trying to make him come with her words. There was no way she was this perfect for him. He pulled her up his body, rolling her to her back and wrapping her legs around him. He entered her in a one long, smooth movement, bringing twin moans from each of them. He rested his forehead against hers. "Are you trying to kill me, little one? I never imagined you were so submissive. You are far more perfect than my wildest fantasies."

"Did you jerk off to thoughts of me?"

He growled and thrust into her harshly. "Yes. So many times."

"I think I'd like to watch that sometime..." she moved her face so she could whisper in his ear. "I've masturbated to thoughts of you a lot. I even did it last night. Had my fingers buried deep inside myself less than 5 minutes after leaving your room."

"Fuuuuuck. I'd REALLY like to watch that." With that, he picked up his pace. He was so close to coming, and he was determined to make her come again before he did. He held her hands above her head, shaking his bed with the force of his thrusts. Her breasts were pressed against him, teasing him with their softness. He gripped her wrists, pressing them into the pillows as he drove into her. She adjusted her legs so they were higher up around his waist, and the way she gasped and clenched around him let him know he'd hit the right spot. He pistoned his hips, driving into her. Before long he felt her milking his cock, moaning his name. He gave one last hard thrust, spilling into her and kissing her deeply to muffle his moans. Fucking her in the middle of the day on a Saturday probably wasn't his smartest idea, since all of his brothers would know what they'd done.

Still, in the end it didn't matter. They might give him shit for it, but she's in his bed. She was begging for his cock. They traded lazy kisses for a while, grinning at each other. He slowly started pulling out, pausing when she gripped his back. "Am I hurting you?"

"No but...I don't mind warming your cock for a while."

He growled and pulled her into a harsh kiss. "You really are fucking perfect. I'll have to take you up on that another time. I really should start my day before my brothers destroy the Devildom with their shenanigans."

She pouted a bit but nodded. He stood and held out his hand to her, "Come on, let's shower." She stood to the side as he adjusted the temperature of the shower, and when he pulled her into the shower he pulled her back flush against his chest. He peppered her neck with kisses as he said, "Just so you know, I have a LOT of paperwork to do today. So I will be requesting your cockwarming services after dinner. Plan on staying the entire night."

She shivered when he bit down on her neck. "Yes, sir."

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