Lucifer x Reader May I? SMUT

Lucifer – May I?

You pulled up the top of your strapless dress so that it sat perfectly over your breasts and didn’t reveal too much. The skirt reached your knees and fanned out to accentuate your curves.
Tch. Curves. Fat was more like it.
That was how you saw yourself. Fat. Gross. Ugly.
You didn’t understand how your boyfriend, an archangel of all people, could consistently call you “beautiful.” Was it some kind of joke? Did he pity you?
That didn’t make sense. Lucifer didn’t pity anyone. He hated people.
Your gaze traveled down your reflection as you stood before your full-length mirror. It was skin tight, but skin tight didn’t always mean slimming. Your pudgy belly was visible inside the cotton, straining against the fabric like it was trying to pop out. The chest was tight too, skin bunching up in your arms and across your back. Your calves and shins looked wide beneath your dress and you sighed.
You would never be pretty enough.
Just as you turned and collapsed on your bed, Lucifer appeared in the corner of the room.
“Are you ready to go, love?” he asked, brow furrowing in concern when he saw the expression on your face. “Love, what’s wrong?”
“I’m not going,” you sighed, turning to bury your face into the pillow. The two of you had been planning to go out to dinner, but you weren’t feeling up to it now.
He sat on the bed beside you, running a hand through your hair. “And why not? You were so excited earlier.”
You were quiet, and he sighed knowingly. The only time you wouldn’t vocalize what was ailing you was when you were feeling low about yourself.
“I wish I knew how to make you understand how beautiful you are,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your head.
“’M not,” you grumbled.
“Are too,” he smiled. You shook your head.
He lied down beside you, resting a hand on your waist. You sighed softly at the comforting touch before remembering that you were supposed to be sad, and further buried your face into your pillow.
He snapped his fingers to dim the lights, knowing that made you more comfortable. With some effort, he managed to roll you onto your back to that he could kiss all over your face. You kept your eyes closed, pretending not to enjoy his light touches. Your legs were crossed and your arms were folded over your torso as though trying to hide the pudge under your dress.
“My beautiful princess,” he murmured, kissing from your forehead, over your nose, across your cheeks, down to your chin. When you grunted in response, he continued his lips down your neck, knowing that was the start to unraveling you. You subconsciously tilted your head back, giving him more access, and he chuckled.
He shifted so that he was hovering above you. His lips tickled your neck as his hands danced down your side, reaching the bottom of your dress. He slowly pulled it up, exposing your legs and panties, pushing it up to your belly. You squeezed your legs together, wanting to cover yourself. He frowned when he noticed, one hand caressing your thigh in a soothing manner. His teeth grazed your skin as he slid your dress higher, pushing it over your breasts. You bit back a whimper at his ministrations. He knew that biting your neck was the move that always got you in the mood, but he was very deliberately not rushing you. You slowly turned your head, granting him access to more of your neck. He smiled and bit down, and a gasp escaped your lips.
Your arms relaxed to your sides, letting him pull your dress over your head. He hummed at the sight of your lace bra-clad breasts and he reached down, running a hand over one of them. You arched your back into his touch, his loving caress pushing the thoughts of self-loathing from your mind.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked, shifting so that he was nestled between your legs. You gasped as you felt his hardness pressing against your inner thigh.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, reaching under your back to unclasp your bra. You arched your back and raised your arms to help him remove it. You let your arms fall to your sides as he massaged your chest, leaning down to pepper kisses across it. He took one of your breasts into his mouth, running his tongue over your nipple. You let out a whimper as his hand came to massage the other, squeezing the fleshy mound and rubbing his thumb over the sensitive bud. His mouth alternated between playing with your nipple and sucking your whole breast in, his tongue sliding over every inch.
His other hand danced down your side, hooking into the waistband of your panties. He pushed them down and you wiggled your hips to assist him. Your legs spread of their own accord, anticipating the pleasure he was planning to give you. His fingers grazed your heat, gently rubbing your clit, not enough pressure to truly get you going. Your hips twitched at the contact and he grinned, knowing that was a sign of you unraveling.
“How can you deny your beauty? You smooth skin, your warmth. The way you cling to me when you’re close. The way you moan my name when you come undone.”
You blushed at his words. The way he spoke both flustered and thrilled you.
He slipped a finger inside your already dripping center, wiggling until he found that spot. You let out a reluctant moan, your hands gripping his shoulders. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing your cries as he added another finger. He pumped them faster, juices spilling from your entrance, as your moans increased.
He groaned as his arousal increased, almost painful as it throbbed and rubbed against your inner thigh. You gasped at the feeling, getting more turned on by how you were affecting him.
“Do you get it now?” he growled, pulling his fingers from you. You whimpered at the lack of contact, but you knew it was nothing compared to what was coming. Lucifer smirked at you, grabbing your thigh and hoisting it over his hip as he positioned himself before you. Your arms fell beside your head and he pinned them there, angling his hips and pushing into you. You moaned loudly as he filled you, wasting no time as he pulled back and thrust in again. He tilted his hips for a better angle, slamming into you rapidly. Your moans rang out through the room, increasing in volume as his pace quickened. It was rough and fast and perfectly executed. He knew exactly how to work your body.
He leaned down, biting your shoulder to stifle a moan. “Fuck, kitten. You’re so perfect.”
“I’m not per- ah!” your protest was cut off as his hand found your clit, rubbing mercilessly. His fingers weren’t sloppy, just working to say that they were. He rubbed you with the exact direction and pressure to add to your building orgasm. Your moans dissolved into helpless whimpers, unable to breathe out without sound. You ran your hands down his chest, dragging your nails over his hips, and he moaned. You knew that was his weakness.
Your high built up and up, your lower abdomen tingling almost painfully. With one perfectly angled thrust and a final rub, the knot inside you broke and your orgasm washed over the both of you. You cried out his name as his thrusts continued, riding through your orgasm and working on his own. You kissed him and dragged your nails across his abdomen and he moaned your name.
“My Princess,” he growled. One final thrust had him undone, and he stilled inside you. You panted, wrapping your arms around him and trying to catch your breath. He collapsed, holding your sides and burying his face in your neck.
“I love you,” he murmured, kissing your skin.
“I love you too,” you sighed, carding your fingers through his hair.
He slid out of you and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.
“Do you understand how attractive you are?” he asked softly.
You giggled. “If you love me like that more often.”
He laughed and pulled you closer, kissing your head. You fell asleep content and satisfied in his arms.