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⠀⠀꣒⠀summary : hcs + little drabble, lucifer finding his partner doing some nasty stuff w his things while he's out and going for it. ><
⠀⠀𑄽୧⠀warnings : dom!lucifer?, fingering, gender neutral reader, mention of having an afab body but no pronouns other than 'they/them' used, lucifer is a softie, nsfw content ahead.
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lucifer, who wondered about where his things went, only to find his partner fingering themselves to the scent of lucifer's perfume while holding the piece of clothing to their chest.
lucifer, who caught them on act for more than three times. sighing, a fake tone of disappointment taking place to the poor clothes, giving lucifer a hard time. to him, and his cock.
lucifer, who once grabbed the delicate hips of said author responsible for such boldness, helping them to get off on the fabric of lucifer's pants, brushing their wet pussy all over the male's thigh. shy fingers touching lucifer's clothed shaft, wanting to free it.
lucifer, who let his boots be his partner's next victim. humping shamelessly, moans coming from both sides. pumping his thick cock with his wrist to the sight of such blasphemy, what many could seenas disrespect, as his partner gave him the best of a show.
lucifer, who purposely let his partner's desire for his clothes and his own scent grow, not stopping them as he would do anything for his baby.
lucifer, who would buy new pieces to himself with the scenario of his shameless partner already testing them out, taking a deep breath to contain his fantasies for himself when he's outside.
shy fingers searching for the devil's clothes, as he had left earlier for an important meeting and unique details that they could not bring themselves to memorize. tiptoes touching the ground, walking around with a curious, needy gaze, blinking at the display of the other's white pieces hanging on the wardrobe. all fit, ready to be used. something was wrong, the partner thought, for lucifer to leave it at home.
suspicious over a small mistake as such, their sharp ears attentive to any possible hint that lucifer was at home, maybe watching him from somewhere. minutes straight, a soft smile taking place on their lips as they brushed the thought off, making sure that they were alone.
wearing his husband's clothes with delicacy on putting every single detail, being bigger than their own small body. soon, the tip of their fingers came in contact with their soaking, wet pussy, eager to be used. gentle circles on the bud, moving so slowly that they had to throw their head back, turning to the side and immediately being lost in lucifer's scent. breathing it in, a whisper-like moan leaving their lips, increasing the pace. lucifer's main piece being open, as his partner's body was exposed to the loneliness of their shared bedroom.
‘hiding such a view from me,’ like being part of his partner's deliriousness, lucifer pushed the door open, not taking his boots off as he got on the bed. to the other's sudden realization as lucifer's weight made the sheets move, their gasp being interrupted by lucifer's skilled fingers replacing his partner's, pumping two of them in, slowly sliding as the tip of his claws tickled his partner's walls.
a low chuckle, as lucifer was almost drooling from the slickness connecting him and his partner together, ‘what, am i not acting like you wanted me to?’ to which they answered with a desperate ‘no’, nodding their head as they silently begged lucifer to continue. adding one more, the blonde could feel his own breath hitching at how tight his partner was, how their pussy would suck him in and mostly lock his fingers in. ‘dirty of you, you know. i wanted to wear it today.’ purred lucifer, not leaving any space for his partner to ask him why he left the pieces at home, thrusting with a steady and sloppy pace.
heading downwards, lucifer’s mouth sucked on his partner's nipples, teasing them between his sharp teeth as he would hear his partner moaning loudly, rocking their hips and wanting for lucifer to hit deeper places. still wearing white, his partner looked like the closest of heaven that he would ever get again, thighs spread wide for him despite the other's efforts to close them in order to push lucifer’s fingers deeper, not letting go. selfish, wanting it all to themselves.
holding a subtle, teasing smirk on his face, lucifer thrusts would get faster, a thin line of saliva trailing all way to his partner's belly as he lowered himself and started to, now, suck on his bud. coming from this act alone, his partner had their back arching as their pleasure hit the ceiling, dirtying the sheets under them with soft, loud whimpers.
with a vulgar, messy sucking sound, lucifer smiled while pulling away. ‘here you go, duckie. better that way, mhm?’ as he massaged his partner's thighs, humming in delight to his partner's mewls, reacting for his partner's folds while sliding his tongue in between.
‘you can have it, but don’t you think we're done. i can have an idea of what you've been thinking when alone, all by yourself,’ was lucifer’s final comment, before burying his face on his partner's part.
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