AUTHOR NOTE: This was requested by the_truly_gay_dean_novak. This is a same sex-imagine so if you don't like that kind of imagine please skip. NO HATE!
You were in your hotel room, as the youngest brother of the Winchester trio you were always tasked with staying behind and researching when Dean needed Sam for a case. It was hot in your room and the air conditioner didn't work. So you eventually took your shirt off hoping it would help. You were studying some weird map and never noticed an intense pair of blue eyes watching your every move. Truth be told he had been intrigued by you for a while now. He licked his lips as he noticed you sweating, which made your skin glisten.
Humans usually never made him feel this way, but you, well you were about to get anything you wanted from the archangel. You were leaned over trying to make out some small text on the map when he made his way over to you. He leaned over you gently placing his hand on your hip. You jump up and moved when you saw him. "Don't be scared," he smiled, "I could never consider hurting you,". He walked over to you and gently ran his fingers over your cheek.
"What do you want Lucifer?" you said trying to hide the shiver of excitement going down your spine at his cool touch.
"Isn't it obvious," he said as he clasped the top of your jeans and pulled you against him. The look of desire and lust clear in his baby blue eyes, "You,". Your eyes widened, but your heart pounded. You'd be in denial if you said you didn't find him attractive. Hell, he was downright sexy.
"Your warm Y/N," he said snapping his fingers and his coat and t-shirt vanished. He wrapped his arms around your waist. The coldness of his skin felt more than tempting against your warm skin. You couldn't help but glide your eyes over his upper body. He was definitely a sight to take in. Lucifer noticed and grinned, "Like what you see?" he purred.
All you could do was nod. He pulled you closer to him until your chest touched his. "It can be yours," he whispered in your ear, "all yours, just say the word,". You couldn't fight it anymore.
"Yes," you said in an aroused whisper and before you knew it the archangel's lips were on yours. He licked your lips asking for permission to enter. You parted your lips and soon his icy tongue massaged yours as his hand traveled down to your zipper.