Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Lucifer Imagine

Procrastination~

"Can you finish already?"

You sigh heavily and face your boyfriend. His hair is an absolute mess and his clothes lay disfigured on his body. Obviously he had just been working out- much to your desire because the sight of him like this was quite a treat. You had been practicing for your audition to get into Juilliard, but all Lucifer could manage to do was bother you and think of new ways to help you procrastinate.

"Lucifer, I'm busy." You huff, shuffling through some papers, having to start again. Lucifer comes beside you, staring down at the lines of papers.

"This is so beyond boring. Don't you do anything fun?" He asks, poking your side. You narrow your eyes on him. He stares at you back, knowing that the face you just made was a resting bitch face.

"I don't think you understand how much I want to get into this school. I'm practicing really hard and-"

"Yada yada. With the right amount of magic and demonic possession, I can get you in easily." He winks and skips to the other side of the room before you can hit him playfully. "Lucifer, this is serious," You scold. This had to be the hundredth time in the last 48 hours you've asked him to leave you alone. "Go away until I'm done."

"Oh come on, I can think of funner things to do." He tries, stepping up besides you again. You glare at him and turn away.

He grabs you and spins you around before you can proceed. You groan as he smiles wickedly down at you. That's the same grin for the past two days.

"Luci, you have came up with every possible thing to get me away from practicing. Now I need to go and-"

You can't finish. He's pressed your lips firmly against his, one of his hands holding the back of your head to keep you in place while the other snaked around your waist to hold you tight against his body. It wasn't a soft or passionate kiss. It was a hard, desperate, 'anything-to-get-you-away-from-studying' kinda kiss. And it actually felt really good.

Knowing where this was headed if you gave in, you knotted your fingers in his light brown locks and tugged lightly, hearing a satisfied noise come from the Angel. His hand leaves your head and as it trails down your back, pulls gently on the tips of your hairs, and squeezes your ass. He breaks the kiss to trail warm licks down your neck to your sweet spot, sucking and nipping there until you were sure there was a bruise.

You moaned as his hands came under your shirt and to your breasts, pulling the straps of your bra down and then unclipping it. It fell to the ground, and Lucifer's hand roamed beneath your shirt, barely touching your skin, creating goosebumps to raise. He was teasing.

"Don't tease, asshole." You manage between breathes. He laughs at your statement, walking you over until you can feel the bed against your calves. "Need to get you nice and wet." He says, lips coming back to your own and teeth tugging down on your bottom lip roughly.

Excuses, excuses.

Your hands disentangled themselves from his hair and instead traced the collar of his shirt and drawing a straight line down his chest to the top of his jeans. He flinched under you, muscles clenching at your touch. You smirked against his lips.

"Be the way you want to be treated." You whisper greedily, biting his lip as well. He hated it when you copied him, he saw it as a sense of disrespect. Of course, you only did it to make him angry and attack you. Which he did.

He had your pants and shirt off in no more than 3 minutes, his shirt and his pants in no more than 5 minutes. You had been pushed on the bed to watch him strip completely naked.

Lucifer really was incredible. Sexy. Charming. And hey, when you go to hell for this, he might come visit you.