You sat in your room. It was odd knowing Lucifer had been in the bunker. Not because you feared him, but because over time (unknowingly to anyone else of course) you had developed an attraction to the archangel. You started noticing your feelings around the time everyone was stuck in the apocalypse world. What wasn't to find appealing? He's confident, cocky, doesn't give a shit, and you had to admit evil or not he's gorgeous. You smiled as you remembered how he tricked everyone into thinking the cuffs they locked him in would hold him.
You're brother Dean kept secretly pissing you off because all the archangel wanted was to meet his son. You remember how alluring it was watching as with just a simple snap of his fingers the group of attacking angels turned to smoke and the cuffs melted off. The power he held in just the snap of his fingers. You didn't deny it. It was for sure a turn on. You grabbed your phone and turned it on. Good thing you never let your brothers or the watchful angel see your phone. You couldn't help it. While in the other world you secretly snapped a picture of the sassy archangel and made it your background. It was snapped right before they cuffed him. "You know I can read thoughts," you heard the cool, familiar voice say.
It took everything in you to hide the grin trying to fight through on your face. "You find my confidence," he started, as he climbed onto your bed. You heart racing as his intense blue eyes locked onto yours, "my cockiness, and my don't give a shit attitude a turn on," before you knew it he hovered over you. His arms locking you in on both sides underneath him, "you think I'm the most gorgeous man you've ever seen. I do have to say," he said as he slid his cool fingers across your cheek and down your neck, "for a human I do find you rather...enticing, but it could be dangerous to get involved with me,".
He leaned down, his mouth so close to your ear his cool breath brushed over it causing a shiver to run through you, "I've been known to corrupt people,". he whispered and you smirked. No way in hell were you gonna let this moment you've fantasized about for so long slip by. You leaned your head up to his ear and whispered.
"Maybe in some ways," you started sliding your hands under his white t-shirt and ran them over his icy, sculpted stomach and chest, "I wanna be corrupted,". Before you knew it his lips were pressed hard against yours. His tongue ravishing your mouth. You thought to yourself if this what being corrupted by the devil felt like then you definitely hoped it would happen over and over again.