You internally groaned as you punched more numbers into the cash register and handed an annoying teenager their receipt. You were one of the most powerful angels of the lord- you shouldn't be working at a cheap fast food restaurant. If you ever got your hands on Metatron, oh boy, he would be sooooo sorry.

You had wanted to help the Angels, like Castiel did, and was helping Metatron in secret. Then he turned and grabbed Castiel and his grace making all the angels fall. Eventually Metatron was caught and everyone went back to heaven but you, kindness being your weakness, set Metatron free after an impressive, tear inducing show. You were now on earth, hiding with warding symbols on every bit of clothing you had. You needed to blend in.

Little did you know, there had been a hullabaloo going down in heaven and hell. Lucifer was free and somehow the Angels had convinced him into finding you and bringing you back to heaven to be punished.

It was a rather quiet day in the restaurant and you were just fine with that. You only needed enough money to pay for your share of the rent. You didn't eat so you didn't need to pay for food and you didn't sleep so you could work all night. You leaned against the counter, staring off into space when the bell above the door suddenly rang. You perked up and slapped on a fake smile.

Your smile froze on your face as you realized who it was. What the hell was Lucifer doing out of his cage?! You had never hoped your warding was working so much before.
"H-hi, there! Welcome to (insert restaurant name), what can I get you?" You said cheerily.
"Mmm..." Lucifer hummed, looking at the menu, "Surprise me with anything 5 dollars or under." You swallowed.
"Alrighty..uh..." You put a random $5 combo in. "Alright, for here or to go?"
"Here."
"Okay, what name should I call?"
"Lucifer." He said, like it was nothing. A chill ran down your spine.
"A-alright, that'll be $5.50." You said, trying your best to act natural. He handed you the bill and the change and you put it in the register. With a "thanks" he went and sat down at a booth.

No one else was there so you went back to personally deliver the order to the chef and to breathe. Breathing turned to hyperventilating. The goddamn DEVIL was out there and you had been SOCIALIZING with him. And what would stop him from turning you in? A very nice coworker calmed you down and you blamed it on diagnosed anxiety to keep your cover. No one else could see he was Satan but you.

Soon the devil's order was done and you brought it out, clearing your throat.
"Lucifer!" You called, popping a straw into his drink. Then it occurred to you. Lucifer doesn't need to eat. Why is he on a restaurant bothering to order something?
'Oh god he's onto me, isn't he? Shit I need to get home.' You thought. Lucifer walked over and picked up the tray.
"Smells delicious. Thanks." He went and sat down.

You hightailed it to the back, told your coworker you weren't feeling well and got the hell out of there.

You came to work the next day and around the same time Lucifer came back. For two weeks straight lucifer came at the same time every single day. And you worked every single day. You had nothing better to do anyways. But now you were considering quitting and finding a new job. Maybe a new vessel too. You were so sure he was onto you. But for a month straight he didn't say anything to you other than 'surprise me with anything $5 or under,' and 'thanks.' You swore the anxiety was killing you.

That was until one day he followed you home. It was around 1 am and your car had broken down so you were walking. You knew he was slowly following you home. You quickened your pace, took turns you normally wouldn't but you couldn't loose him. You decided to not lead Satan to your house so you subtly started walking in the opposite direction of your house. You walked back to the restaurant and once you got their you ran inside, locking the employee's door behind you. You ran to the kitchen and grabbed a butchers knife. Like that was going to do any good against Lucifer. You had left your angel blade at home, like a dumbass.

You ran to a supply closet and cut your hand with the knife, drawing a warding symbol on the door. But before you could finish it, Lucifer appeared behind you, smudging it. You tried to run out of the closet but Lucifer pinned you up against the wall with an invisible force.
"Wow, (Y/N), you almost had me convinced you weren't you. Good effort, but not good enough. Y'see, I got a little glimpse of the warding on your belt."

With a snap of his fingers you were in a room with no doors and no windows You toppled to the floor and backed away from the blonde man.
"Now, we're gonna have to get rid of that warding, aren't we?" He said and sunk to the floor, crawling into of you.
"But let's do it right..." He smashed his lips against yours. You just couldn't wrap your head around this situation. You ended up melting into the kiss. Lucifer then kissed down your jaw and your neck, sucking on your collar bone and slowly removing your uniform. He slid off your tie then unbuttoned your red shirt and pushed it down your arms. He moved his head lower and began to play with your nipples. Sucking on one and rubbing the other with his thumb. As he did so, he slid off your belt and your pants, leaving you flustered in your boxers.

You bit your bottom lip and tried to keep noises to a minimum, but Lucifer was skilled. He slowly trailed his hand down.
"Luci-ahh!" You moaned as he rubbed you through the cloth.
"Oooh~ I like that nickname." He said, then leaned down and kissed you again. You arched your back at the slow pace he was taking, trying to buck your hips but an invisible force was pinning you down.

Luci went to kissing and sucking and biting on your sensitive neck again, still going slow down there. You were hard and wanted release badly. You wanted that stupid article of clothing off you.
"Th-this is torture.." You moaned out, in a slight daze. Lucifer smirked wide.
"Good." He said.
"P-please...Luci.." You said.
"Please what~? I can't understand you." Lucifer said inbetween littering your neck , shoulder and collarbones with hickeys.
"Please..touch me. Make me come...I can't stand it anymore.. Please.." You begged.
"Well, since you asked so nicely..." He stopped rubbing slowly and slipped his hand into your underwear. You gasped as he started pumping. He slipped your boxers all the way off and stuck his fingers in your mouth.
"Suck." He commanded and you did so, not caring what it was for. A bit later, he takes his fingers out of your mouth and sticks them in your entrance. You arch your back and he starts pumping and stretching. He slowly adds more fingers. Then suddenly he hits a spot that really makes you moan.

Then he slides his fingers out.
"Lucifer..." You say, breathless, "just fuck me already..!" Without another word he plunges into you all the way. You cry out in pain and he doesn't let you adjust. He starts thrusting. Eventually pain turns to pleasure and you're a moaning mess.  You claw at his back and moan his name. He soon speeds up and starts pumping you again. It sends you over the edge quickly and the sight of you sends Lucifer over the edge as well.

You're both panting, but you're completely exhausted. That was your first time, and your first time was with the devil.0