Heatwave - Lucifer x reader
[A/N]: This could potentially be a follow-up on the “Oh Castiel” fic I wrote before but it doesn’t have to be.
Inspired by the imagines: Imagine Lucifer using his unusually chilly temperature to cool you down one especially sweltering summer day.
Warnings: Partial nudity, Fluff
Heat. That’s all you could think of to describe this beautiful but sweltering summer day. The temperature of the day had prevented you from doing most of anything, leaving you splayed out across the floor in a very undignified manner, dressed in only a spaghetti strap tank top and panties. You didn’t care, too tired and hot to do anything about it.
Cas had made a fleeting comment before he left the bunker, no doubt going to help the Winchesters with some case or another. Thus, you’d been left completely alone and at the mercy of the unforgiving heatwave.
The ice cream bowl on your left was evidence of the ridiculous temperature, its contents having melted in a mere few minutes, a small puddle of condensation having long since formed beneath the white ceramic. The sticky goo left made you wrinkle your nose in disgust, warm ice cream was really icky.
A minute flutter of wings announced the arrival of an angel and while you were curious about who would think to turn up so suddenly, you didn’t move from your spot on the floor. An amused huff from behind you had you conjuring just enough energy to tilt your head far enough to catch sight of the intruder.
“Had I known you’d be half-naked, I’d have come sooner.” Dirty blonde eyebrows wiggled and you pouted up at the blue eyed archangel looking down at you with an amused expression painted across his smug face. Dressed in a simple t-shit and shorts, the angel was at his most casual, seemingly completely at ease in the hellish temperature (pardon the pun). Grumbling slightly, you gave him a look, now you knew where Gabriel got his mischievous nature from.
“Lucifer…” You whined, pouting at him from your upside down position of the floor. “Too hot.” You fanned your face with your hand as if to prove a point, only succeeding in making more heated air slam down onto your frame. Giving up, you slumped back down and laid limply on the floor once more. It simply wasn’t worth the effort.
“Come now, princess, put some effort into it.” Lucifer taunted, slanting his eyes down to look at you as you agonized in the heat. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” He asked innocently as you mustered a glare at his infinitely smug face. Bastard was what he was.
“Oh sod off, Satan.” You didn’t have the energy to come up with a sassy comeback this time around and it made the shining angel frown slightly. It seemed his princess had been sucked dry by the elevated temperature and he couldn’t have that, even if it was fun to torture you.
Sitting down gracefully, white wings rustling as he moved, he laid down next to you, mindful of his feathers. Tracing his chilly fingertips up your leg, he propped his head up on his palm as he watched the delicious reaction the simple touch evoked.
You choked on your spit as you felt Lucifer’s cool skin grazing torturously over your own, helplessly arching into the touch. A low whine tore out of your throat as he drew back unexpectedly. “Holy-“ you choked out as his entire hand splayed out on your outer thigh. A dark chuckle followed as Lucifer took in your wanton position.
Usually, you would keep well away from him, no matter how many lengths he took to convince you of his eternal devotion. Soulmates and all that. You remained unmoved though and it went so far that he’d resigned himself to letting Castiel go. Nowadays, he was wearing Nick again, although not without a few angelic improvements. The human was already dead so it wasn’t like he’d been resisted.
The angel had become a constant in your life, and even though Sam and Dean were skeptical at first, they had conceded to giving the devil a room in the bunker. It was either they do so voluntarily or he take one forcefully, the details didn’t matter much to Lucifer, so long as he could be close to you.
Still, on this particular day, you had no protest against his presence, not to say that you were at ease with him there, no, more like you didn’t find the energy to protest his claim. In fact, the chill he was excluding was wonderful and you found yourself reaching for him in no time. It pleased your archangel greatly, evidenced by the giddy perk of his wings. Consent was really important to angels after all.
Your sweat slicked skin slid against his as you attempted to absorb as much of the cold as you could. Pressing your feverish forehead to his bicep, you curled up against his side, moaning appreciatively as he stroked your spine lightly, his cheek settled on the crown of your head. You cursed yourself for giving in to temptation but couldn’t make yourself move away. Sin had never been so tempting before.
Lucifer smirked slightly as you nuzzled his neck unconsciously, sighing in relief and contentment. Hefting you into his lap, he laid down on his back, wings splaying out to their full length. The glowing appendages easily spanning the length of the room, so large that they had to curl up along the walls to now be squashed uncomfortably. Lucky neither Dean nor Sam was home, least they’d have probably walked straight into one of them.
You squawked indignantly as the archangel easily maneuvered you into a better position, hindering you from pulling away by settling one palm between your shoulder blades and one on your lower back, anchoring you firmly to him. You struggled minutely before submitting and pressing your cheek to Lucifer’s shoulder.
He had you trapped and there was nothing you could do about it. “You know, you could’ve just lowered the temperature in the room instead.” You muttered with a frown and Lucifer’s chest rumbled in his mirth.
“And miss this opportunity, I think not.” He purred with a sultry smirk and you just managed to convince yourself that the blush on your face was because of the heat, nothing else.
“Shuddup…” You yawned and relaxed, you could handle the consequences of this little hiccup later, right now you just needed to relax and stop thinking so hard.
A few hours later found you being rudely awakened by an outraged shout curtesy of one irritated and incredulous Dean Winchester.
“What the hell is going on here? And get your filthy hands off of Y/N!”
You sighed tiredly, dimly noticing the glowing wings curling protectively around Lucifer and yourself, obscuring your view of the Winchesters.
Ignoring Dean’s squawked protests, you clutched onto Lucifer’s shirt just a tad tighter, falling back to sleep in your little cocoon of the perfect temperature.
Those two idiots could wait.
