The King of Hell had been in love with you, his best friend, for three years, yet it had always been unrequited due to him being stuck in the friend zone. Seven years ago, his wife abandoned and divorced him, but you stuck by his side. It was only obvious, to him at least, that he would fall completely and utterly in love with you.

The man would do anything for you, from buying something just because you said it looked cute, to letting you put makeup on him. He loved anything that made you physically close to him and he tried his best to be content with that.

But his poor heart always ached for more.

Currently, his eyes were closed and you were straddling his hips while he laid on your bed. You gently brushed the lilac eyeshadow onto his eyes while Lucifer tried his best not to make any movements. His white face was a perfect canvas for you.

"..are you done yet? You're making my legs fall asleep, ma magnifique fille," he murmured quietly with feigned annoyance, attempting not to move his face too much. His black hands clenched the bedsheets tightly to keep himself from touching you in any way.

Despite his words about wanting you to get off, he relished in you being this close to him...but he couldn't look like he liked it too much or else you'd think he was being weird.