Stress Ball
Poor Lucifer is more stressed than usual...
Do y'all remember this little beauty? Well, @midnight-vixn's prompt was too good to just be that one little blurb, so...I wrote more.
Lucifer x Delphi
Word Count: 1.6K
Content warnings: fem!OC, vaginal penetration, rough sex, implied masochism, praise kink, pet names (love, darling, little one)
Other Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, and making her first appearance in Delphi's story, @sassykattery's MC Altaira!
Lucifer hasn’t slept properly in a week. He hasn’t slept in his bed in two. And he hasn’t been able to relax in twice as long. He hasn’t exactly been subtle about his frustrations, either. He’s been snapping at his brothers, withdrawing from social obligations in favor of work, and even neglecting his relationship.
Of course, Delphi understands exactly what’s going on. The school festival is coming up and Diavolo has put most of the work on Lucifer, as usual. He’s been up all hours of the day and night trying to organize a budget that had been left in shambles, resolve stubborn class conflicts over activities that his brothers weren’t able to resolve, plan what the student council themselves were going to do for the festival, and still attend his classes. Delphi tries to help as much as she can, delegating as much as she possibly can to the brothers, but Lucifer still has entirely too much work for one demon to do.
And though it warms his heart every time she brings him a fresh cup of coffee or a plate from whichever meal he’d missed, and he relishes every kiss she presses to his temple before she goes to bed, his mood grows more sour by the day.
The final straw, he decides, is the text he receives from Diavolo asking him to go to the human realm to retrieve some potion or other that Solomon can’t make with ingredients from the Devildom. By the time he makes it to Delphi’s curses and hexes class, he’s barely holding back his demon form. She follows him without a word, despite her confusion, into Diavolo’s empty office.
She even more confused when he slams her into the door and locks it behind them, his wings unconsciously caging her in and shielding her from eyes that aren’t there. When he crashes his lips into hers, she melts into his grasp, letting him open her up and take what he needs. He grabs her ass and lifts her up, growling as she wraps her legs around his waist and grips the bases of his horns. He slides his tongue over hers, squeezing her ass in response to her moans.
“Lucifer,” Delphi pants when he breaks away, sinking his teeth into her neck and leaving behind a deep purple ring.
“I need you,” he groans into her skin. “I feel like I haven’t seen you since preparations for the festival began and I just…I need you.”
She pulls him up to face her, staring into his pleading eyes and giving him a soft smile. “You know I’m yours. But why Diavolo’s office?”
A wicked grin breaks out on Lucifer’s beautiful features. “You mean you don’t want him to come back from his meeting with some of the most awful nobles in the Devildom only to be driven mad by our scents so thick in his office that he can barely breathe?”
Delphi can’t help the matching grin that curls at the corners of her lips. “Do what you need to, love.”
Lucifer moves fast enough that when he lays her face down on the desk, it knocks the wind from Delphi’s lungs. Before she can catch her breath, he’s got her pants and underwear around her ankles and he’s thrusting into her with wild abandon. He grips her hips hard, deep blue bruises forming under his long fingers as he pounds into her.
Delphi grips the edge of the desk in front of her, cries of ecstasy flying from her lips. She’s helped Lucifer de-stress before, but it was nothing like this. Before it was hot, sure, him taking out his frustrations on her as if he couldn’t break her with one too-strong thrust. But now she can tell that even then he was holding back.
This is like trying to straddle a tornado or a hurricane. All she can do is hold on and ride out the storm.
Heat twists within her, building quicker than she thinks it ever has as he repeatedly and relentlessly hits that sweet spot deep within her that they both know hurts so good. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to release, clenching until she’s so tightly wound she’s unsure how he’s still able to move.
“Go on, love,” Lucifer coaches, his tone soft despite the ferocity with which he’s both holding and fucking her. “Come as many times as you need.”
“Fuck! Lucifer!” Delphi cries, stars dancing across her vision as she trembles beneath him. She can't move with him holding her hips down, but she can swear a blue steak so loud that she's sure it can be heard down the hall.
Her head swimming, she’s grateful when he slows and turns her over, fully removing the rest of her clothes and shoes. His hands trace her curves, caressing every inch of soft skin he can reach. Delphi arches into his touch, soft moans and whimpers escaping her hoarse throat. She groans lightly as he shifts her closer to the edge of the desk, lifting her already-sore legs to rest on his shoulders.
The burn in the backs of her thighs is nothing compared to the inferno building in her core with every long, deep stroke of Lucifer’s cock within her sensitive walls. His thrusts build in speed and intensity until her whimpers turn to moans and her moans turn to cries once more. Delphi reaches for the edge of the desk again, but is stopped when Lucifer takes both of her hands in one of his, entwining their fingers above her head. As he restrains her hands, he captures her lips once more with his, lapping up her cries of pleasure with a satisfied smirk.
With a few more precise nudges of his tip against that deepest spot within her, Delphi’s arching off the desk, eyes screwed shut as her walls clench around him. Her hips jerk erratically as tears sting at the corners of her eyes, a strangled cry making its way past her lips as she throws her head back. Her second orgasm crashes around her like a summer storm, hot and intense and over nearly as quickly as it began. She’s left trembling beneath her love as he slows to a steady roll, burying his face in the crook of her neck and placing scorching, open-mouthed kisses along the thin skin there.
“You’re doing so well, my love,” Lucifer murmurs, nibbling lightly at her earlobe. He chuckles at the whimper she lets out in response. “You are absolutely perfect, my darling little human.”
“Luci, don’t stop,” Delphi begs, her voice a high whine. She can feel his pact mark activating on her throat, its heat blooming and spreading over her neck and chest.
Grinning, he breathes into the shell of her ear, “Do you like it when I praise you, love? When I tell you how beautiful you look beneath me like this? Or how good you feel around my cock, like you were made just for me?”
Delphi nods frantically, eyes squeezing shut as she chokes on a sob. She can feel everything within her tightening once more, the throbbing of the pact mark on her throat only heightening the sensation.
“Will you be good for me and give me one more, little one?” Lucifer hums, gripping her earlobe between his teeth once more. He releases her hands, allowing her to wrap her arms around his shoulders and grip him tightly, her nails digging sharply into his ivory skin.
Her release is explosive, crying out his name one final time as the earth seems to shatter around her and her vision goes completely white. She feels Lucifer's hips shudder and suddenly she's being filled with warmth. He continues to thrust into her, fucking her through her orgasm and pushing his cum as deep as he possibly can within her.
Delphi whimpers as she comes down from her high, legs sore and energy fully spent. She lets her arms fall to the desktop and her head fall to the side. Lucifer takes the opportunity to nip at the thin skin of her neck once more, grinning.
“How does going home sound, my love?” he asks, his breath tickling her overstimulated nerves.
She jerks at the feeling, whining as she feels fluids beginning to leak down her thighs and onto the desk. Peering up at him through heavy lashes, she nods. “Please?”
She cries out one last time when Lucifer pulls out, their combined fluids dribbling from her abused hole onto the papers left on the desk. He dresses her quickly, supporting her so that she can step into her bottoms, then takes her into his arms in a bridal carry. He whisks her out of the office nearly as fast as he pushed her into it, making sure to turn the lights off and lock the door behind them.
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When Diavolo opens his office after his meeting, he nearly chokes. The smell of sex is so thick in the air that it's almost palpable. But worse than that is who he smells. Lucifer. And Delphi. The exchange student hasn’t spoken to him other than single-syllable responses to direct questions since her return from the human world, and Diavolo isn’t honestly sure that he can ever repair the damage he’s done to their relationship.
He goes to retrieve some papers he’d planned to work on tonight and blanches as he approaches his desk, seeing the papers he left there completely soaked. He looks back up at the doorway where Barbatos and a blonde about half his height stand, Barbatos with one gloved hand over his mouth and nose and the blonde with her hands on her hips, grinning like a cat.
“Who’d you piss off this time, babe?” she teases, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping one of the silver charms on her uniform sleeve with one long nail.
“I believe I might have upset Lucifer,” Diavolo groans, running a hand through his hair.
“I daresay you might be right, my lord,” Barbatos replies, expression never faltering.
Altaira snickers, D.D.D. already out and half a text already typed up.
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Partner in Crime 😈
A: You two are in SO much trouble! 🤣🤣
D: Worth it~
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