Lucifer One Shots

Valentine.

It was Valentine's Day.
The day of the year when couples prepared something wonderful and romantic for each other.
She was listening to the music on her phone.
She was all alone in her room, swinging her hips on every beat.
Oh, if only she knew.
She was a hunter living with Sam and Dean Winchester.
They meet numerous angels and archangels, but this one was different.
It was Lucifer.
The fallen one.
The archangel that flirted with her ever since Destiel became a thing.
She couldn't help but catch feelings too quickly, knowing, after all, the devil is supposed to be tempting.
Now, that wouldn't be a problem...
If her thoughts weren't dirty.
As she was moving all the parts of her body, she realized there was an elephant in the room.
And there he was.
Lucifer.
The archangel was sitting on a chair backwards with an outfit that showed half of his bare body.
It was representing a golden cupid.
How ironic.
She wanted to do something about it.
She wanted to drive him to his edge, give him something he will never forget about.
And that's what she did.
There was some space on a chair where Lucifer sited on where she could be.
So, she sat on that part of the chair, her chest touching Lucifer's bare back, and started kissing his neck, going lower every kiss.
Red lipstick from her lips was now on Lucifer's back, marking him as hers.
I guess the curiosity really killed the cat.
He flipped her over, making her sit on his lap.
"Strip"
He said.
His eyes were glowing red as he stared at her hungrily.
He wanted her.
He wanted to fuck her until the sunrise.

As she undressed herself, he picked her up, only to take his pants and boxers off.
"Ride me."
He says.
Placing her on his cock, she took all of him in her at once and started swinging her hips like she did while listening to songs.
He started to move his leg up and down fast to give some vibration.
As she was getting close, she cried out.
"Ah.
Faster.
Lucy.".
Oh, you've done it now.
Lucifer doesn't like when he gets called...
That.
Her moaning was his biggest weak spot.
He flipped her on the bed and started kissing her neck like a starving lion finally eating, not wanting to give her any release.
He started swinging his hips as he moved his lips down to her breasts.
When her heartbeat dropped, he brought her legs to his shoulders and started eating her out with his forked tongue.
She came close again.

She pleaded.
"Please let me...
Ah.".
She felt so much euphoria.
He flipped her over and slapped her ass.
Bringing his head closer to her ear.
"Beg, slut.
Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, baby.". "Ah.
I want you to make me scream.
Mh.
Plea...ah...se."
She cried out yet again.
And with that, he thrusted himself in and out of her. Fucking her like a sadist he is.
"Mh."
Holding her hips down.
Bitting on her neck and giving her all kinds of marks.
"My gorgeous whore, getting all wet from me with the slightest of touches.
Want me to make a mess out of you.
Hm,bunny?
Such a needy slut...".
She screamed.
Finally, releasing herself.
She thought this was over, but someone had other plans.
As she sat on the bed Lucifer moved himself behind her.
He held her by hips with one hand and started fingering her clit with the other.
He thrust himself inside of her once again.
Still not showing any mercy.
But that was okay, after all, he knew she was a masochist.
Her world was spinning.
She was lost in all the stars she now sees in her head.
As she was moaning, Lucifer wasn't done with his dirty talk.
"My sweet little fuck toy.
Mh.
We've just begun, and look at what a mess you've become."
She whimpered at his every touch.
Lucifer was acting as if he were a cat in heat.
He wanted to take all of his sexual frustration on her.
And so he did.
All night.
Overstimulating her.
Tying her up.
All the things he wanted to do.
But never did she notice how much he truly desired her.