The Inferno | Lucifer x Fem!Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Part Two: His Soul to Keep

You certainly didn't have 'sitting spread-eagle on your desk while the Devil gawks at your pussy' on this year's bingo card.

Lucifer grazes his fingertips along your pussy lips, eyes rapt on your sex – wet and open to him. You blush hotly, averting your eyes from the look of pure worship that he's wearing on his face. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!

It had been a while since you had cum that hard. It had been a while since you'd had anything but jackrabbit quickies with speechwriters on the campaign trail. Lucifer was... something else.

And he had just successfully coaxed one orgasm out of you. Easily. Which meant you were now eight away from forfeiting your soul. This was a stupid idea, you scold yourself. No... you study Lucifer intently. He is hopelessly distracted, toying with the tiny waistband of your thong. This isn't over yet.

"Just one. That wasn't so bad, was it?" he says brightly, meeting your eyes again with a grin, "If you're feeling lucky... I'd love to see you do that again."

SAY. NO. The little voice in the back of your mind is insistent, begging you to save yourself. The warm haze of the afterglow begins to clear and suddenly you feel... humiliated. This isn't you. You were smarter than this. You were the one in control. Not him. Right?

Lucifer is watching your face expectantly. Behind the wide smile and brilliant eyes, you catch a flicker of uncertainty. Maybe even disappointment. Tension rolled through every lean muscle of his slim frame; held at bay by... what exactly?

You. Your choice.

A single lock of brilliant gold hair had fallen out of place, across his pale brow. An endearing hairline crack in his divine façade. You had always heard that Lucifer had been God's favorite – the most beautiful of the angels. You could see it. Goddammit. This was gonna be difficult.

Despite his best efforts, Lucifer's gaze darted anxiously from your face to different points on your body. Each time his stare settled on another part of you – your breasts straining against the fabric of your blouse, your hair, your parted thighs – the crackling tension in the air became all the more noticeable.

Your skin feels hot. You know damn well that every inch of you was flushed a deep pink. The fact that your pussy was still fully out didn't help matters. Lucifer swallowed thickly, "Do you want..."

Yes. I want. Your own desires surprise you. You want him. All of your shame, your hesitation, your understanding that your soul is on the line, the lingering question of how safe you really were in Lucifer's hands – all burning away and leaving behind a deep, smoldering heat.

Lust.

It almost feels like you are observing yourself from the outside when you slide one leg forward, slipping it between Lucifer's legs. His eyes widen as his jaw drops, shivering when you press into the crotch of his slacks. He's so fucking hard for you. You can practically feel him throbbing through his pants... and if the shameless outline of him against the stark white fabric was any indication, his modest height did not inhibit him in other departments.

Lucifer's eyes are dancing with his own arousal, sliding up the length of your leg and then back down to where you're rubbing him. You roll your ankle, teasing your foot between his thighs and can't help the small smile that blooms on the corner of your mouth when Lucifer bites down on his lip to stifle a quiet moan. You press again and his cock pulses.

Unsteadily Lucifer rocks on his feet, angling his body closer to yours. Without warning, the dreamy look that had taken over his features is replaced with impish glee. His smile flashes like the edge of knife. "Alright then," he chuckles, grasping you around your knee and removing your leg, "Lesson learned. You're full of surprises, hellion."