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💙 || - Overstimulation

☆🎃 Kinktober Day Ten 🎃☆

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You were exhausted. You were fatigued. And most of all? You were pent-up as hell. You had been slammed all day with paperwork, tasks, and other bullshit tasks. You couldn't have dumped any of them on anyone else, which was kind of dumb. But, then again, they were your responsibility anyway. But, come on! Dumping all of that on a human? Hmph.

By the time you had gotten to your room, you didn't want to think about anything else. You just wanted relief. And who was the one person you knew who could grant you that?

Lucifer.

Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride. The oldest brother of the seven. The man who had a lot of stuff to do, yet you knew he would put it all aside for you. A brat move, you knew, but you wanted release, and you wanted it now.

You walked to Lucifer's office, feet thumping quietly against the floor of the halls until you reached the door. You didn't even knock. Instead, you waltz in like you own the place. And technically? You could. Maybe.

"Oh? And, what's this?" Lucifer hums softly, looking up from the paperwork he was working on. He looked like some sort of king sitting there at his desk like that. It only served to rile you up further. "Didn't think to knock, did you?"

You approached his desk, folding your arms as you explained to him what you wanted. And, of course, he was glad to give it to you. "That pout across your face is simply too cute not to twist into something else." He comments, standing from his desk, walking to you. He pushed you up against his bookshelf, leaning forward until he could trap your lips within a passionate kiss.

After a moment, he pulled back, exhaling a soft sigh against your lips, his eyes burning with lust and desire as he gazed at you. "Let's see how much you can take, shall we, my sweet little plaything?"

Now, here you were. Bent over Lucifer's desk. Your wrists were tied behind your back, Lucifer's length pistoning in and out of your needy hole as he held a vibrator against your front, actively working to overstimulate you.

You had a safeword, of course. Lucifer had insisted on setting one up—peacock. If he heard you say that word, he would stop immediately, though he doubted you'd use it. You liked this, didn't you?

"That's it..." Lucifer whispers, grunting quietly as he thrusts into you again. "Such a filthy human. So needy for me, aren't you?"

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[☆Creator's Note: Mmm long intro today gang☆]