warnings ! : smmuttt x

     Sunday had been counting down the days until she returned to Edmonton, excited to finally be back with Lucifer after weeks apart. Japan had been beautiful, and spending time with her family had been refreshing, but nothing compared to being near him. And true to their plans, they went out for the fancy dinner she'd been envisioning since their FaceTime call.

Lucifer picked her up in his sleek black car, stepping out to greet her with his usual suave demeanor. His beard was freshly shaped, sharp lines accentuating his jawline, and his barrel twists were immaculate, shining under the soft glow of the streetlights. The dark navy suit he wore fit him like a glove, every muscle outlined as though the fabric was made specifically for him.

Sunday stood on her family's front porch, her breath hitching the moment she saw him. She had chosen a fitted satin dress in a soft blush tone, its off-the-shoulder design highlighting her collarbones and delicate features. Her hair was styled in loose waves, framing her face perfectly. She could tell by the way Lucifer's gaze lingered that she had made the right choice.

"Damn, princess," he murmured as she walked toward him. "You tryna kill me tonight?"

Sunday giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're one to talk. You look like you just walked out of a GQ spread."

Lucifer smirked, his deep baritone voice dropping lower. "That's 'cause I'm tryna match your energy."

He opened the car door for her, and she slid inside, her heart racing as his hand brushed hers. The night was already off to a perfect start.

The restaurant Lucifer chose was upscale, with dim lighting and elegant décor. Sunday's eyes widened as they were led to their table, a secluded corner spot with a view of the city skyline.

"Z, this is... wow," she said, taking in the ambiance.

"Nothin' but the best for you, princess," he replied, pulling out her chair for her before taking his own seat.

The evening flowed effortlessly. They laughed, shared bites of their meals, and talked about everything under the sun—her trip to Japan, his latest project at work, their plans for the summer. But throughout the dinner, there was an underlying tension, an unspoken question hanging in the air.

Sunday couldn't stop admiring him. The way his hands moved as he gestured, the deep timbre of his voice, the way his eyes softened every time he looked at her—it all made her chest tighten. She knew she had to bring it up.

The drive back to his house was quiet, the kind of comfortable silence they often shared. Sunday sat with her legs crossed, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, taking in his sharp profile as he focused on the road.

"Z?" she said softly, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, mama?" he replied, glancing at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road.

"How do you feel about... us becoming intimate?"
    
Lucifer glanced over at Sunday from the driver's seat, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. Her words hung in the air, weighty yet calm, her tone as soft as the faint hum of music playing in the car. His jaw clenched as he processed what she had just said, his mind racing but his demeanor remaining steady. He pulled into his driveway, killing the engine before turning to her fully.

"You serious, princess?" he asked, his voice low but careful, searching her face for any hesitation or doubt.

Sunday nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of nervousness and resolve. "Yeah, I've been thinking about it for a while. I trust you, Z. I feel safe with you."

His heart swelled at her words, but he also felt a heavy sense of responsibility. Lucifer leaned back in his seat, running a hand over his freshly retwisted locs, his deep brown eyes never leaving hers.

"Aight, let's talk about this inside," he said after a moment, his tone softening. "I don't wanna rush nothin'."

Sunday nodded, clutching her small handbag tightly as they exited the car. The walk to the front door felt longer than usual, the tension between them palpable but not uncomfortable. Lucifer unlocked the door and gestured for her to step inside first.

The moment they were inside, Sunday slipped off her heels and made herself comfortable on the couch. Lucifer followed, loosening the tie he'd worn for their fancy dinner and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt. He looked effortlessly attractive, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattooed forearms. Sunday's heart skipped a beat, but she kept her focus.

Lucifer sat down beside her, his knee brushing hers as he leaned forward slightly. "Aight, talk to me," he said, his deep baritone voice gentle.

Sunday took a deep breath, her fingers playing with the hem of her dress. "I've been thinking about it for a while now," she began. "I feel like... I'm ready. Not just physically, but emotionally. I love you, Z. I trust you completely. And I want my first time to be with someone who makes me feel safe and loved."

Her words hit him hard, and he felt his chest tighten. He reached out, taking her hand in his much larger one. "I love you too, Sunday," he said, his voice earnest. "You already know that. But I gotta be real with you—I ain't tryin' to rush this. If we do this, it's gotta be because you're a hundred percent sure. No second-guessin'."

Sunday squeezed his hand, her gaze steady. "I'm sure, Z. I wouldn't have brought it up if I wasn't."

Lucifer studied her for a moment, his mind replaying every moment they'd shared—the laughter, the quiet conversations, the way she always managed to make him feel like he was enough. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Aight," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "But we takin' this slow, okay? I don't wanna do nothin' that makes you feel uncomfortable."

Sunday smiled, her nerves easing slightly. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you."

Lucifer stood, offering her his hand. "C'mon, let's go upstairs. We'll talk more there."

She took his hand, letting him lead her up the stairs to his bedroom. The room was as neat and organized as ever, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. He let go of her hand to close the door behind them, then turned to face her.

"You wanna sit?" he asked, gesturing to the edge of his bed.

Sunday nodded and sat down, smoothing her dress over her knees. Lucifer sat beside her, his posture relaxed but his expression serious.

"I just wanna make sure we on the same page," he said. "This ain't just somethin' you do for the hell of it. It's big. And I want you to feel good about it, not just now, but after."

Sunday nodded, appreciating his thoughtfulness. "I know. And I promise, this isn't a spur-of-the-moment thing. I've thought about it a lot. I want this, Z."

He reached out, cupping her cheek with his hand. "Aight, princess. I got you. But like I said, we takin' it slow. If you wanna stop at any point, just say the word. Cool?"

"Cool," she whispered, leaning into his touch.

The air between them shifted as Lucifer leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was soft yet full of intent. Sunday's hands found their way to his shoulders, her fingers brushing against the smooth fabric of his shirt. His kisses were patient, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to savor her.

Lucifer pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "You good?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sunday nodded, her cheeks flushed. "Yeah, I'm good."

He smiled, his dimples making an appearance. "Aight, let's take this one step at a time."

Lucifer stood, offering her his hand once again. This time, when she took it, he pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Sunday melted into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her cheek.

"I love you, Kailea," he murmured.

"I love you too, Zion," she replied, her voice soft but steady.

The night unfolded slowly, with every moment steeped in care and consideration. Lucifer made sure Sunday felt comfortable every step of the way, checking in with her and letting her set the pace.

She let him undo her dress and lay her on his bed, his scent filling her nostrils. She watched him pull off his shirt, the stretch of his sculpted torso arousing her further. He pulled her to the edge of his bed, getting on his knees in front of her clothed pussy.

He slid her parties up her pale legs, kissing up her calves as he did so. His hands pried her legs open, giving him a view of her.

He licked his lips at the sight of her dripping onto his sheets. She was so wet for him and he couldn't wait to taste her.

Lucifer began to lap at her pussy, She moaned, the sound low and breathy as she threw her head back and tangled her fingers into his locs. He pulled away taking a breat, he loved how she tasted, not that flower and roses bullshit, she tasted like a woman. His finger pushed inside her soon enough. That one finger stretching her out good, almost painfully, from how thick and calloused it was.

"You okay so far mama?" He asked her, his free hand trailing up her body and gently gripping her neck as he ate her out.

"Mhm." She managed to get out before he started sucking on her clit. He dipped his long tongue into her core, and Sunday felt herself losing all resolve as she climaxed.

Lucifer didn't let off though, finding himself addicted to her taste as he gripped her thighs, forcing them apart when she tried to close them on his head. Her legs started shaking as she had her second orgasm.

He let her ride it out. If it was up to him he would eat it till his jaw locked, but he didn't want to over stimulate her on her first time.

His lips glistened with her release as he stood up, undoing the belt of his slacks. Sunday looked up at him, biting her lip in anticipation. Him slowly undressing infront of her was oddly attractive, maybe it was the way his strong hands slid his pants down or the clothed bulge in his boxers that wanted attention.

His dick stood proudly when he ride himself of his boxers. Sunday widened at the sheer size of him, "That's fucking big."

"Thanks." He chuckled, causing her to giggle slightly to rid of her nerves. He leaned down, pressing gentle kisses to her lips. "Tell me if it hurts." He aligned their centres and slowly pushed in, stopping a few times when he felt her grip his arm tightly. "Deep breaths mama, Deep breaths." His deep voice was soothing to her, she felt him slide a few more inches in, and it seemed like he was straining.

"You okay?" She asked him this time, fighting a moan when he reached her hilt, filling her up deliciously. "Yeah I'm okay, you're just so tight."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Yeah mama, but ima need you to relax for me okay?" He pecked her forehead a couple times, giving her time to adjust to his size. She patted his back signalling him to move and he didn't waste time.

He started thrusting into her, beginning to find a steady rhythm. A deep groan left his lips as she unintentionally clenched around him, Sunday did it again and he had the same reaction, he was not afraid to be loud.

"Fuck, stop." He gripped her neck and thrusted harder, their skin starting to slap. Sunday's mouth hung open. He moved her legs to his shoulders and pressed her thighs into her chest, going deeper than before.
His dick was coated in white, she was creaming on him, "you like it when i go hard?" He gripled her throat a bit harder, careful not to block her breathing.

"Hm? You like that?" Sunday moaned in response, she couldn't really hear what he was saying, her heart beating too loud in her head as the pleasure escalated. "Such a good girl."

She was desperately trying to choke his name out, but i was caught between a moan each time he brushed against her spot.

She felt him pull out and whined at the loss but she was turned onto her stomach. Face down into the mattress, she all but screams when he plunged into her again, her hands flailing around as she tried to reach for him from behind. His hand found hers and he leaned down to kiss her neck. "Arch that back for me mama." He applied pressure to her lower back and chased his orgasm, he knew she was close, her legs had been shaking.

Sunday tossed her hips toward him, her ass bouncing delectably, With a groan of her name he pulled out, turning her over and began spilling over her stomach.

His fingers found her core and he thrusted in and out until a liquid gushed out of her, spraying everywhere, feeling another earthshaking orgasm. Lucifer held her throat again. "Open your mouth." He leaned over and let his spit fall into her awaiting mouth. He kissed her soon after, his tongue tangling around hers for a moment before her pulled away, looking into her hazy eyes. "Good girl."

note; twenty one, can you do sum for meh, see yall next thursday :))