So, um. Have a Ducifer fic?
Title: When The Devil Was Celibate
Author: nbaeker
Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Lucifer/Dean
Spoilers: Lol, none. This is cracky pr0n.
Warnings: Um, sex?
Word Count: 996
Summary: In which Lucifer is a virgin by choice, and Dean takes him to prom and then some.
Dean shoved his hands into his pockets as he strode into the prom’s after-party, annoyed and horny. It was completely irrelevant that Lucifer had promised to find him and finish what they’d started; the fact remained that the guy’s name had been called as Prom King and he’d run out to claim his crown, leaving Dean alone in the bathroom.
He stepped into the party, scanning the room and spotting Lucifer chatting with Lilith. It looked like he was drinking more punch. Dean was a hundred percent certain that the punch at Prom had been spiked, but it Lucifer could stand to loosen up a little.
Lucifer felt as though he were being watched, and when he looked up he saw Dean watching him. He flushed lightly at the look in the other man’s eyes - he’d never seen him look so.. predatory. A moment later Dean was pushing him back against a wall, just firmly enough that he couldn’t move, though not so hard that it hurt.
“I believe you made me a promise,” Dean growled and Lucifer couldn’t help but notice that he sounded a bit like Batman when he did that.
He shivered involuntarily at the look on Dean’s face and nodded. “I did.”
A smirk unfurled on Dean’s face and he dragged Lucifer to the nearest empty bedroom. Once they were alone and away from prying eyes, he pressed the other man back against a wall, and kissed him hard.
Lucifer gave a small gasp of shock, trying to catch up and Dean took the opening as an invitation. He deepened the kiss, pressing against Lucifer with his whole body and stealing Lucifer’s breath in the process.
Hands and lips were everywhere as they stripped each other bare. Lucifer hesitated only twice but Dean brought his focus back to him with a searing kiss each time.
When he had Lucifer bared before him, Dean took a moment to appreciate that he was about to deflower the vice president of the Celibacy Club - the resident do-gooder of the school. It made him smirk and he watched as Lucifer flushed under his attention. It was only when Luci whimpered that Dean relented, pushing him back on the bed.
“Gonna make you feel so good, Luci.”
Lucifer propped himself up on his elbows and watched in awe as Dean nipped and sucked his way down his torso. Realizing what Dean intended to do, he spoke up.
“You don’t need to..”
“Your first time, right?” Dean asked, interrupting and looking up at Lucifer who flushed but nodded.
“Then let me show you how good it can be,” Dean insisted, dropping his head and licking a long wet stripe along the underside of Lucifer’s cock.
Lucifer shuddered and dropped his head back, straining to keep from arching into Dean’s mouth as the wet heat engulfed him. He struggled to breathe and maintain any sort of control.
“Dean,” he whimpered, gasping in shock as a finger started to press into him.
“Shh, Luce. Gonna feel so good. Just relax,” Dean murmured, a look of quiet intensity on his features.
It shouldn’t have been enough to ease his fears, but somehow it was and Lucifer gave in to it. He surrendered quietly to the intense sensations that threatened to overwhelm him, every argument against this driven from his mind.
Dean bit his tongue to keep from groaning at the sight before him. Lucifer was spread out in front of him like a dessert buffet of pies, flushed and writhing for more under Dean’s fingers. It was heady to know that he was first and he was damn well determined to sear it into Lucifer’s memory. He slowly stretched Lucifer open, trying desperately to rein in the urge to simply lube up and press into the other man.
Lucifer keened beneath him and Dean found his resolve crumble, he was only human, after all, and besides all of that - he was horny.
He crawled up to kiss Lucifer fiercely before lubing himself up and positioning himself at Luci’s entrance.
“Might hurt,” he mumbled, but Lucifer only nodded.
Dean pressed in with aching slowness and it wasn’t long before Lucifer was trying to push himself onto him farther.
“Lucifer, I swear to God,” Dean growled, sheathed to the hilt in the other man. “If you don’t stop moving right now, this will be over very quickly.”
Lucifer took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay still. His patience was rewarded as Dean began to move within him.
“Oh, bloody hell,” Luce groaned, unable to stop arching to meet Dean with every thrust.
“You’re so fucking tight, Lucifer,” Dean responded, tangling a hand in the other man’s hair. “You don’t even know how good you look right now.”
The hand in his hair made Lucifer shudder, arching once more and bringing a hand to stroke his cock. The sight of Lucifer completely blissed out like this was too much for Dean to handle, and he climaxed with a shout. He somehow managed to thrust through it, bringing his hand to take over stroking Luci to climax. He was rewarded almost immediately; Lucifer arched up off the bed and came with a whimper of relief.
After a moment Dean dug around by the bed, finally finding a box of Kleenex. The two of them set about cleaning themselves off, not saying anything to each other.
When they’d dressed again, Lucifer turned awkwardly to Dean. He’d had such firm ideas about his first time - this hadn’t exactly been it, and yet he couldn’t regret it. He raked a hand through his hair.
“I guess,’ he began, only to be cut off by a searing kiss from Dean that left him breathless again.
“It was good, Luce. No regrets.”
And with that promise hanging between the two of them - experienced and recently deflowered - they walked out the door hand in hand.
Author: nbaeker
Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Lucifer/Dean
Spoilers: Lol, none. This is cracky pr0n.
Warnings: Um, sex?
Word Count: 996
Summary: In which Lucifer is a virgin by choice, and Dean takes him to prom and then some.
Dean shoved his hands into his pockets as he strode into the prom’s after-party, annoyed and horny. It was completely irrelevant that Lucifer had promised to find him and finish what they’d started; the fact remained that the guy’s name had been called as Prom King and he’d run out to claim his crown, leaving Dean alone in the bathroom.
He stepped into the party, scanning the room and spotting Lucifer chatting with Lilith. It looked like he was drinking more punch. Dean was a hundred percent certain that the punch at Prom had been spiked, but it Lucifer could stand to loosen up a little.
Lucifer felt as though he were being watched, and when he looked up he saw Dean watching him. He flushed lightly at the look in the other man’s eyes - he’d never seen him look so.. predatory. A moment later Dean was pushing him back against a wall, just firmly enough that he couldn’t move, though not so hard that it hurt.
“I believe you made me a promise,” Dean growled and Lucifer couldn’t help but notice that he sounded a bit like Batman when he did that.
He shivered involuntarily at the look on Dean’s face and nodded. “I did.”
A smirk unfurled on Dean’s face and he dragged Lucifer to the nearest empty bedroom. Once they were alone and away from prying eyes, he pressed the other man back against a wall, and kissed him hard.
Lucifer gave a small gasp of shock, trying to catch up and Dean took the opening as an invitation. He deepened the kiss, pressing against Lucifer with his whole body and stealing Lucifer’s breath in the process.
Hands and lips were everywhere as they stripped each other bare. Lucifer hesitated only twice but Dean brought his focus back to him with a searing kiss each time.
When he had Lucifer bared before him, Dean took a moment to appreciate that he was about to deflower the vice president of the Celibacy Club - the resident do-gooder of the school. It made him smirk and he watched as Lucifer flushed under his attention. It was only when Luci whimpered that Dean relented, pushing him back on the bed.
“Gonna make you feel so good, Luci.”
Lucifer propped himself up on his elbows and watched in awe as Dean nipped and sucked his way down his torso. Realizing what Dean intended to do, he spoke up.
“You don’t need to..”
“Your first time, right?” Dean asked, interrupting and looking up at Lucifer who flushed but nodded.
“Then let me show you how good it can be,” Dean insisted, dropping his head and licking a long wet stripe along the underside of Lucifer’s cock.
Lucifer shuddered and dropped his head back, straining to keep from arching into Dean’s mouth as the wet heat engulfed him. He struggled to breathe and maintain any sort of control.
“Dean,” he whimpered, gasping in shock as a finger started to press into him.
“Shh, Luce. Gonna feel so good. Just relax,” Dean murmured, a look of quiet intensity on his features.
It shouldn’t have been enough to ease his fears, but somehow it was and Lucifer gave in to it. He surrendered quietly to the intense sensations that threatened to overwhelm him, every argument against this driven from his mind.
Dean bit his tongue to keep from groaning at the sight before him. Lucifer was spread out in front of him like a dessert buffet of pies, flushed and writhing for more under Dean’s fingers. It was heady to know that he was first and he was damn well determined to sear it into Lucifer’s memory. He slowly stretched Lucifer open, trying desperately to rein in the urge to simply lube up and press into the other man.
Lucifer keened beneath him and Dean found his resolve crumble, he was only human, after all, and besides all of that - he was horny.
He crawled up to kiss Lucifer fiercely before lubing himself up and positioning himself at Luci’s entrance.
“Might hurt,” he mumbled, but Lucifer only nodded.
Dean pressed in with aching slowness and it wasn’t long before Lucifer was trying to push himself onto him farther.
“Lucifer, I swear to God,” Dean growled, sheathed to the hilt in the other man. “If you don’t stop moving right now, this will be over very quickly.”
Lucifer took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay still. His patience was rewarded as Dean began to move within him.
“Oh, bloody hell,” Luce groaned, unable to stop arching to meet Dean with every thrust.
“You’re so fucking tight, Lucifer,” Dean responded, tangling a hand in the other man’s hair. “You don’t even know how good you look right now.”
The hand in his hair made Lucifer shudder, arching once more and bringing a hand to stroke his cock. The sight of Lucifer completely blissed out like this was too much for Dean to handle, and he climaxed with a shout. He somehow managed to thrust through it, bringing his hand to take over stroking Luci to climax. He was rewarded almost immediately; Lucifer arched up off the bed and came with a whimper of relief.
After a moment Dean dug around by the bed, finally finding a box of Kleenex. The two of them set about cleaning themselves off, not saying anything to each other.
When they’d dressed again, Lucifer turned awkwardly to Dean. He’d had such firm ideas about his first time - this hadn’t exactly been it, and yet he couldn’t regret it. He raked a hand through his hair.
“I guess,’ he began, only to be cut off by a searing kiss from Dean that left him breathless again.
“It was good, Luce. No regrets.”
And with that promise hanging between the two of them - experienced and recently deflowered - they walked out the door hand in hand.