Lucifer moaned, "I want more, (Y/N)." I take an intake of breath. I was sweating, and he wanted to go on. "Don't you think you've had enough, Lucifer?" He looked down at his plate. The sauce from the lasagna I had made was smeared across the white surface.
He had almost eaten half of the dish while I had been away shopping for groceries. He groaned again, "Lasagna is never enough for me. I crave for your home cooked meals." He pouted as he held out his plate. I giggled as I cut into the pasta and I heard him sigh in content.
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I do not know how to write smut, and even if I did, I don't feel comfortable. So...
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