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Lucifer Absolutely can't stop himself from thigh humping when making out. Like he can Not keep his hips still he gets almost frantic without realizing he's doing it. If you try to hold his hips still he nearly cries because he didn't know how much he was moving until he stopped and its embarrassing how badly he needs to start again. -mg
a/n — thank you mg this is BEAUTIFUL istg your asks are always top tier oh my god.
anyways, here’s a drabble.
His hands tugged at your shirt collar trying to bring you closer as your tongue slipped into his mouth.
He scooted closer you on the couch you both were sitting on, hands moving to your cheeks to deepen the kiss. You finally got fed up with the distance between the two of you, pulling him onto your lap.
He sighed into your mouth as you rested your hands on his back.
His breath got more ragged the more you kissed, sinking into each other desperately.
He moaned into your mouth and buried his hands your hair, not noticing the way his hips were grinding down on your thigh.
You moved past it at first, focusing on Lucifer’s tongue in your mouth and biting his lip softly. As the kiss deepened, his soft moans paired with the sensation on your leg made it impossible to ignore.
He humped your thigh with such speed and desperation you were almost sure he had to know what he was doing. But his face was completely focused on the kiss, meaning that despite his needy and desperate movements were totally subconscious.
The whine he let out into your mouth was cut short by the way your hands fell to his hips, holding them in place.
“Excited, Luci?” You smile, making him look away with a light blush.
“I didn’t realize I was getting carried away, my love,” he tries to joke but ends up just desperately leaning back into your lips.
You kiss back, falling into the same rhythm you had before, but this time your hands kept him still in your lap.
He tried not the think about the pounding in his neglected dick for as long as possible before it got to his head. He kissed sloppily as his eyes filled with tears and he fell away from your lips.
“Mm, please, I need too, I can’t—“ he whines, squirming slightly as you hold him by his thighs. The hardness in his cock was as undeniable as the desperation in his eyes.
It made you curious, “You want me to touch you, Luci?” your hand falls too graze his bulge.
He whines uselessly, and nods his head while his vision grows blurry from the building tears, “Mhm, yes, god, yes please.”
“Aw, poor baby, look at you,” you coo condescendingly, “Can’t even handle a little make out session?”
Your palm his pulsating cock through his pants and he half sobs in your arms, pouting into your neck.
“I know I just—“ he starts, face wrinkling up to stop from crying and lets out a desperate whimper.
You life his head up and look at him, your hands start moving his hips for him. He moans before you pull him in for a hungry kiss.
When you break away, a strand of saliva hangs between the two of you. Lucifer’s face was wet from letting out a few tears and his lips were red and puffy.
“Go on then, pretty boy, ride my thigh, just like you wanted.” You move your thigh up into his crotch slightly and he throws his head back in a moan.
He did just like you asked and humped your thigh fast and desperately as tears poured from his face and whines flew out of his mouth.
In was insane how desperate and needy he got from one kiss, and yet, incredibly entertaining.
imagine leaving lipstick marks on lucifer
18+
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imagine harmlessly kissing his cheek before he heads out to a meeting. you pull back and laugh to yourself. lucifer looks at you dreamily but when your giggles don’t cease he gets nervous
“what? do i have something on my face?”
“yes, actually.” you sigh out a final bubble of laughter, scanning your vanity for a wipe to clean his cheek
lucifer’s breathe hitched when he peeped in the mirror. whipping around, he snatches your hands thus stopping your hunt. his eyes are wild, he’s literally bouncing with excitement
“gimme more,” he breathes
“luci, you were supposed to leave already!”
“please? pretty please with a cherry on top? one more and-and i’ll go. yeah, just one more.” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than you
“you, lucifer, the king of hell,” you stepped closer and closer until he stumbled back into your vanity. he completely forgot he was holding onto you. “are gonna go to a meeting covered in lipstick?”
lucifer whined, a heavy blush erupting across his face. his fingers tightened and he swallowed thickly on nothing
“covered?” he peeped
“oh you poor thing,” you hummed, “you can’t think about anything else, can you?”
you slid your leg between his and felt the answer. with a moan, lucifer’s head dropped back but you were quick to catch and cradle it. his hat fell and rolled off the vanity onto the floor. nosing his exposed neck had him trembling in anticipation
“please?” he slurred
“this isn’t responsible, ducky.” you replied, pulling his bow tie loose and adding it to the ground’s collection
“no,” lucifer agreed breathlessly
he pathetically gripped your shirt, trying desperately not to grind against your leg
“but it’s what you want?”
you were already unbuttoning his shirt with one, adept hand
“yes.”
even though lucifer knew it was coming, his body jolted when you kissed his neck. he was always so sensitive, so responsive, so good
you gifted him loving bruises that would later peak out of his collar, and in return he sang for you. his moans and whimpers were your favorite to hear and he never failed to give you what you wanted. lucifer couldn’t stop himself from rutting against your leg as you painted him in a shade that was undeniably you
after successfully transferring the lipstick onto lucifer, you retreated. gods did he whine when you did. you pulled his hair to force his gaze towards the mirror
“look how pretty you are,” you purred in his ear, gently planting a kiss there too
out of the corner of his eye, lucifer could see the collar you gave him. it damn near drove him over the edge. his dick was painfully hard, it was a miracle he didn’t cream his pants
“gonna go to that meeting?” you teased sweetly
lucifer shook his head like you’d asked something ludicrous, “nuh-uh.”
“good,” turning his head back to you, you presented the tube of lipstick, “i wanna get messy.”
He told her about Cherri 🥺🥺🥺
Charlie #1 cherrisnake shipper!
they were so me during this whole episode.
who taught his great depression ass this slang 😭😭😭
The real reason he was gone for seven years.
I fucking can't right now guys-
He doesn't care at all
*rizzes you up* jenfjebejd
HEAR ME OUT...PLS...HEAR ME OUT!
I WOULD'VE FOLDED IN THAT FUCKING GARDEN
I surrender, I can't fight it anymore I would give him my soul, you're telling me he is handsome as fuck, a short king AND HILARIOUS AS FUCK?