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Like others, you never expected to meet them, just hear their name float around you with the likes of god, and because you never sought out hunters. Although, it seemed fate had a different thought in mind for you.

Like everything else, it had started as rumours. 'The Winchesters are bringing another apocalypse'. 'The world is ending once more because of the Winchesters'. 'If they can't find him, we'll probably be dead within a week'. The last one had caught your attention. Why? Because the reasons hunters came to you were because they couldn't find someone, or rather something.

Though never flat out said that the Winchester brothers would eventually come to you. You'd heard how the hunters talked amongst themselves, giving you enough of a forewarning that to find whatever the golden trio searched for, they would need your help.

Hence, you weren't surprised when you suddenly had felt something emitting a large amount of energy travel up your apartment complex. The distinctive and easy recognisable energy of an angel nearing always came quite abruptly. But unlike other times, the uneasy feeling, which always made the hair on your arms raise, didn't kick in.

You knew it was them and though you weren't taken aback, per se, thus most famous hunters had at least once in their life come to you. You were intrigued why the Winchesters, who owned a rather unorthodox way of hunting and choosing allies, sought you out now, all of a sudden. They had fought everything between heaven and hell, after all.

Perhaps it was because of this their nearing presence, which you solely could feel thanks to their angel, got that much more interesting to follow than to do the dishes that your hands were left resting on the edge of the sink.

They made their way up to your apartment slowly, probably cautious or simply taken aback about where you lived. Maybe both. After all, how many involved in anything supernatural owned an apartment in the heart of Kansas City?

Although it wasn't from how they hadn't called in advance, nor knocked on your door as they now were outside, you knew they didn't belong to either of the categories of hunters usually visiting you. How, one may ask?

Because you heard the minimal sound of a lock being picked, closely followed by your front door gliding open. They didn't call out for you, but still, their footsteps confessed that they'd stepped into your apartment.

You knew it was a conscious decision to try and make their immediate presence unnoticeable, which meant they didn't trust you. Finding it both comical -seeing as the king of hell supposedly was an ally of theirs- and slightly disrespectful -as the hunters you'd helped before never tried masking their call for aid or arrival to this extent- you called out to them.

"Seat yourself in the first room to the right. I'll be out in a minute", you heard how all movement ceased in the corridor as you reached for the towel to dry your hands from the access water.

Not really caring where the piece of fabric would end up, you tossed it to the side and started heading towards the archway, which connected your kitchen. Although the sound of your heels had filled the air when making your way over, it stopped when you abruptly halted in the doorway.

"Not only do you break into my home, but you're also holding me at gunpoint". You crossed your arms while leaning on the wall beside you, motioning with a nod towards the two brothers who faced you with their weapons. "Feels more like a home robbery than someone wanting my help", your gaze switched between the two brothers who shared a look with each other, though it soon adverted from them both to lock with the one of the three you knew was the angel. His eyes were blue, kind-looking, even if they were narrowed at the moment.

Suddenly you sensed how the brothers had turned their gaze's to look at you once again, which made your own naturally switch back to the Winchesters, more specifically the shorter one who looked like he would speak.

"How'd you know?" His tone was low, which either was the nature of his voice or a try to sound intimidating. Regarding the situation, you opted for the latter.

"That you wanted my help? Hunters never visit me otherwise", you shrugged, continuing shortly afterwards. "Or how I know you broke into my apartment? Your angel is a dead giveaway, Winchester", it wasn't only the shorter brother's brows that furrowed in confusion. His brother and the angels did as well.

"Wait, you know us?" You shifted to look at the tallest man, which compared to the former, had longer chestnut hair.

"I know about you as most do", you stated, pushing off from the wall you'd been leaning on. "That's why I knew you would pay me a visit. One I perhaps not had prepared to look down the barrel of a gun of... although I ain't surprised, there must be a reason you have survived so much...". You trailed off in the end, inclining you waited for the brunette to end your sentence with his name. The man seemed to catch on fairly quickly and with a strained smile, he lowered his gun.

"Sam Winchester and y-yeah sorry", he tucked away his weapon in the back of his waistband. You nodded as a greeting before directing your gaze and words to his brother.

"You must be Dean then", the older brother simply pursed his lips and changed the grip on his still raised gun. Unimpressed with his action, you rolled your eyes before looking at the last person in the group.

"And I suppose the angel has a name as well", at your direct address towards him, he gave you a sharp nod.

"Castiel", giving him the same greeting you'd given Sam and Dean, you commenced walking forward.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet the three of you, but I suspect you ain't here for an idle chat or wave your guns aimlessly at me", you gave Dean a look as you now stood directly in front of them, hand at the door you'd urged them to enter earlier. "So, let's get on with the real purpose", you twisted the knob and the door opened, showing your study.

You were the first one to enter. Nonetheless, your visitors were hesitant to do the same. But you didn't care about the fact at the moment. Instead, you walked forward to fetch the letter opener resting on your desk. It was a dainty thing, but you didn't need much more as you swiftly kicked the end of the carpet covering the majority of your room.

As you did, the red markings of an angel trap, seemingly glowing in comparison to the otherwise colourless room, was revealed. However, it didn't stay effective for much longer, seeing how you, by bending down a scraping some of the colours of ruined the foolproof lines.

"If you waited out of courtesy to not enter without Castiel, I'll give you a heads up and say the coast is clear", you called to them while turning your back and replacing the small knife in its designated place. 

Yet, when you turned, the men hadn't stepped inside. They merely stood on the threshold, looking at you with the same gazes that seconds earlier you'd felt was pinned to your back.

Now when your gaze met theirs, however, you noticed the slightly perplexed expression on their faces. Even Dean had now lowered his gun and held it in one hand, albeit not putting it way like his younger brother just yet.

You didn't say anything, waiting for them to enter. But quickly, you understood you would've needed to wait an eternity from how the group were frozen in the doorway.

"You've already broken into my home. What's stopping you from taking a step over my threshold when I now invite you?" You questioned while leaning backwards. Feeling how upper thighs came in contact with the desk behind you, supporting your weight as you cocked your head at their apprehensiveness.

"The fact you have an angel trap makes us cautious", Dean stated, a slight glare in his eyes as he shifted to look between the floor and you.

"I believe you are familiar with the term, highest precautions", you smiled at him before you waved towards them. "However, you can rest assured, none of you will come to harm. It would be bad for business if I hurt the Winchesters, you know?" Once more, the brothers shared a look and you supposed it said more to them than what you could get from it, as afterwards, they entered the room.

"Nice room, many books, how many are on witchcraft?" The question the older Winchester asked while waving his gun around took you slightly off guard.

"And why do you think these books are about witchcraft instead of memoirs from former presidents?" He huffed at your answer, the display showing you he didn't believe you, as well did his following words.

"How else would you've known we were here without seeing us?" You sighed and pointed towards Castiel.

"Because of him".  

"How?" It was the angel asking this time, but instead of answering, you simply tutted.

"I've told you how I knew it was you three stumbling through my door. I ain't gonna elaborate more before you tell me the specifics of why you are here. So come on, speak up, enlighten me of what you so graciously want my help with", you gaze travelled over the men before you, stopping on Sam as you noticed he took a deep breath and came closer.

"You're right, we came here because there's a word going around you can find anyone".

"I'm flattered that's what they say", you put a hand on your chest before continuing. "Albeit, it's a bit tweaked, I can't find anyone, I can find anything", it was then the angel seemed to put two and two together.

"By anything, you mean anything supernatural".

"Bingo", you pointed at him.

"And how are you able to do that if you ain't a witch?" Dean had now left his position of scrutinising the books around him, to instead walk up beside his brother, carefully watching you.

"You really want me to be a witch, don't you?" You remarked with a shake of your head. Pushing off the desk behind you to instead cross your arms. "Sad to make you disappointed, though. I'm like you boys, human".

"Ain't human to be able to find anything".

"Aint human to hunt monsters for a living", you rebutted with raised eyebrows, although before the oldest brother could argue back, you turned towards Sam, who apparently was the more sensible of the two. "Either you tell me who you want me to find, or you can go". The brunette clenched his jaw, hand coming up to pull down his face before replying.

"An angel", you took a step forwards, his answer sparking your interest. Thus it couldn't be any low-tier angel. You guessed Castiel could find them easy enough. It must be someone else and concerning the word of other hunters, there must be someone of great importance.

"Which?" You saw how Sam was about to answer, but instead, Dean put an arm across his brother's chest to stop him.

"How do we know you aren't a fraud and simply are playing us?" You found the vigilance of Dean Winchester as understandable as irritating. Both reasons causing you to sigh harshly.

"If you are going to question me so dully and waste my time, then you can go. How will you have it?" You raised a brow at the older Winchester. Of course, you were used to stubborn hunters questioning your skill when you refused to tell them the way you found what they asked for. But every time you stated your ultimate, walk away or simply accept the conditions, they always chose the first option. However, as you now stared at Dean, you saw in his gaze that he wouldn't cave.

"Well then, gentleman, you can show yourself out, I believe", you didn't hesitate and passed the two brothers as you headed for the exit. Yet, as you walked past Castiel, his hands shot out and gripped your upper arm. Immediately your eyes snapped to him but saw nothing of the defiance or untrusting you did in the eldest brother's eyes. Thus, you let yourself be held.

"We want you to find Lucifer", you ignored the 'goddammit Cas’ coming from Dean and concentrated on the angel before you.

"You want me, not only to find an angel but an archangel, Lucifer to be exact?" You couldn't help the smile of disbelief spreading on your lips as you closed your eyes, wondering if you heard right. You had been asked to find many things, but the devil? That was on a whole new level.

"Yes", as you heard the affirmation and felt the touch of the angel disappear at the same time, you opened your eyes once more.

"What's in it for me?" You turned, only to see the brothers looking at one another.

"We heard you only took payment in favours...", Sam began, quickly cut off by Dean, however.

"And we are the Winchesters, so you won't get a bigger favour than from us". 

You pursed your lips while cocking a brow at the green-eyed man. "What will that be, another world-ending scenario?" You chuckled at the man's reaction before continuing, switching to look at Sam again. "And yes, I do usually only ask for a favour. However, as your brother already made clear, you are the infamous Winchesters. On top of that, you ain't asking me to simply find a vampire or werewolf. You are asking me to find the archangel Lucifer. So this ain't no deal I'm walking into knowing a hell of a lot can go wrong, to simply find one favour at the finish line".

"What do you want then?"

"I want that favour", you began, pointing at each of them as you continued. "But also protection, from the three of you, if this turns into a shit-show for me".

"You said it yourself, you're no hunter and you have a normal life. Why would you ask for that?" The younger hunter asks.

Rather than answering, you walk to a section of the bookcase. As you pulled at a book, a mechanical noise whirred. Taking a step away, you saw in the corner of your eye how your bookshelf changed into a wall that they lined with things they most definitely recognised. Weapons for nearly every monster walking on earth.

"I may not be a hunter, but I've learnt to protect myself as one", you picked up a silver dagger, the light bouncing off it slightly as you inspected it. "More often than not, you guys drag your troubles my way. The majority of the time, I'm able to handle it, but an archangel may be a bit too much", you put the metal pice down in its place, pushing the hidden compartment close. "So, do we have a deal?" They glanced amongst themselves before nodding, Cas being the one to verbally answer.

"Deal".

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That was how you found yourself in some bar in a town only god knows how many had heard of, already in the middle of the plan you, Dean, Sam and Castiel had formed. It wasn't perfect by any sense, seeing how you'd decided that you would be the one to go in first, by yourself. You never did that, but now, it wasn't only a question about succeeding in catching the devil. It was also for your safety.

If the three of them were anywhere near you and Lucifer caught onto what your role in this whole set-up was before having him under control, you could count yourself as dead. That was why you'd decided it would be better if you messaged them once the devil was retained.

The question of how you would succeed in something they hadn't wasn't a one you'd dodged. But, it was one you'd managed to shrug off as having an idea you would test, an idea that probably was as failsafe as this plan. In other words, a fifty-fifty chance you succeeded.

And as you sat here, in the bar you managed to locate the archangel, you started to believe maybe it wasn't such... favourable odds. Seventy to thirty would be a better estimate on how big your chance was of failing. 

Thus, not only would you need to play incredibly oblivious to who Lucifer was, which already was unbearably hard concerning his aura nearly blinded you from how evident it was. You also needed to do something you didn't know if it worked on angels. Humans sure, but angels? Could you really pull off your game good enough that Lucifer would come back with you to your motel? You don't know, but one way or another, you needed to, seeing how you'd set up the trap for him there.

Raising your glass, you took a swig of your drink. You'd already been putting this off for long enough, for some reason, nerves being what held you from setting the plan in motion. Concerning you had come here after Lucifer, it wasn't missing the devil that was the issue. It was that you couldn't make yourself turn around on the barstool and sweep your eyes over the crowd as if merely inspecting the room and then just so happen to meet his gaze where you felt he sat.

For god's sake, women. Just do it!

You listened to the voice in your head and decided to just get on with it already. So, you lightly pushed your foot against the bar, grabbing your glass to take it with you as you spun the chair.

The bar was not like one of those near your home in the heart of Kansas City. It was more the kind where everyone either stopped by as they rolled through town or the locals who enjoyed spending their weekends here. All different types of people, really. Slowly you let your eyes travel over the expanse of the space, not wanting to make it obvious you'd kept your attention on solely one person this whole time.

Some played pool in the gaming area. Others sat in the booths where most of the food from the kitchen was brought to. As your gaze now had travelled across most of the room, you looked to your far right as you leaned on the barm sipping your drink. There you found him, at the end of the counter.

You hadn't spared him a look when entering, not wanting him to even think, for a second, you may be someone knowing his true identity. But now, with only one person separating you -one who, for the record, was leaning forwards far enough you had a clear view of the archangel- you let your gaze roam over Lucifer's profile. It wasn't for long, though. Not more than for you to notice his most prominent features before he shifted towards you.

Your eyes met, his blue ones almost carrying the same intensity as the energy surrounding him. It wasn't even hard to continue keeping eye-contact him, feeling as if you were pulled in by his gaze. Not even the smile you thought you would need to force as you adverted your attention from him and turned forwards on the bar was faked. In fact, you believe nothing of the show you'd put on of noticing him and taking an interest had been forced.

Now looking down into your glass, you didn't only feel your lips were quirked in the edges, but the heavy gaze of the devil was still on you.You had his attention, at least. Now you only needed to play your cards right.

You let your head turn just the slightest towards Lucifer, enough that he would think you tried sneaking another glance on him without him noticing. But you'd counted on your eyes locking the second you did. Although what you hadn't anticipated was how the devil cocked his head.

Was it a challenge? You could only assume so from how his eyebrows now raised. That was why you didn't hesitate on standing up and head over to him.

You were used to the sensation, the one that helped you stay alive and away from all supernatural things. Yet, as you walked closer to one of the beings emitting the most energy you'd ever felt on its own was almost overwhelming. But you tried not to show it by never breaking eye contact, not even when you chose to slide in between the space of his seat and the stool beside him instead of sitting upon it.

"Hey there, pretty boy".

"Didn't expect that confidence", the bluntness of Lucifer's greeting, if it now could be called that, made you quirk your brow as you leant on the bar.

"What did you expect then?"

"Someone who would've stared at me annoyingly the rest of the evening, too shy to do anything", you couldn't but shake your head and chuckle.

"Well, you do look like someone who isn't good at reading people", this time, he cocked one of his brows, turning his chair to face you.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that even if you would try-" you raised your chin as a smile spread on your lips. "- you wouldn't be able to read anyone in here, me least of all the people". You didn't know why you said it. Thus this could allude you were very much his something from the angel. Although, either Lucifer brushed past what he hadn't picked up on as an unintentional slip up in from you, or he decided to play along to see if he could determine whether or not there was something else behind your words.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Mhm", you hummed, twirling your glass, making the contents of it swirl around. Accepting the challenge, Lucifer let his gaze drop from yours to travel the length of your body. Almost as being licked by a flame, his eyes left a fiery trail in their wake. You felt a shiver down your spine, but it had nothing to do with the nervousness you felt earlier.

"I think that you're all talk", he said once his blue eyes locked with yours again.

"If I read you right, you're not someone who likes to be wrong", you motioned at him with your glass before finishing its contents and putting it down on the counter. "But you are, in fact, wrong".

"So far, more words", he said, smirk starting to spread on his handsome features. "How are you going to prove it?" You almost felt it was too easy to let your fingers settle on his knee when you leant forward.

"I know how to prove it", your tongue came out to wet your lips, the archangels eyes flickering down to watch the action. "The question is just if you dare to come with me or if you were all talk yourself?" This was it, you thought. If he didn't say yes, this whole plan would take a drastic turn for even worse odds of succeeding. 

But even if you felt anxiety increase in your body upon the fact that Lucifer merely gazed into your eyes in the silence that had followed your question, it seemed you had no need to worry. Thus, as you saw something change in his gaze, he raised his glass and swept its contents, like you placing it upon the bar when it was empty.

"Show the way then", he'd leant in when he said it, so much that you could feel the burn of alcohol on his breath even if the amount he'd drank wasn't near enough to affect him.

Instead of answering, you felt your lips pull into a grin as you grasped his hand that earlier held his drink. You noticed the minimal twitch of his eyebrows upon, not only you lacing your fingers between his, but as you backed away and pulled him from his chair. Nonetheless, something akin to intrigue lit in his eyes as he closely followed you.

As you turned to look forwards while leading the two of you to the exit, you couldn't help your grin -that earlier had been one of relief of succeeding- turned the tiniest bit wider in giddiness. Your game was good if you managed to get an archangel to willingly come back to your room with you.

But you knew that Lucifer was vigilant. You felt it where your hands were locked, the almost twitchy way he held onto you. Not so weird if he knew the Winchesters were after him once again. Or anyone knowing who he was really. 

That was why you, the moment you'd exited the bar and stepped out in the evening air -still slightly lukewarm- turned around to walk backwards.

"What's your name?" Those blue eyes already having found your the second you turned to look at him narrowed.

"Small talk right now?" He questioned you. The suspicion rising in his voice would've gone unnoticed by anyone who didn't know who he was. But because you were one of the few who did, you picked up on it. Hence, you slowed your pace and closed the space between the two of you enough so that it looked like he was steering you backwards rather than you leading him.

"No, I want to know what name I should moan", the suspicion he'd shielded behind an amused expression upon you asking for his name faltered in a matter of seconds. Something you couldn't help but need to repress a smirk at as you continued nonchalantly. "But suit yourself, I guess". You shrugged and turned forwards again. Although you were abruptly stopped when feeling a harsh tug on your hand. Spinning around, you now not only faced the archangel but you were also pulled against his chest.

"Lucifer", a soft breath, something in-between the genuine gasp of surprise by his action and a staged huff of amusement upon hearing his name, left you.

"The name of the devil", you stared up at him, head cocking as the smirk you earlier repressed pinned your lips upwards. You found it worryingly easy to flirt with him like this that you didn't even feel repulsed when you balanced on your toes to whisper against his lips. "Hope you live up to his reputation".

The low sound rumbling deep in his chest was impossible to miss even when he tried closing the gap between the two of you. However, you pulled away before he managed.

"It's not that far", you winked at him, now tugging him with you as you turned and continued to the motel, which was literally on the other side of the parking lot.

Thankfully, it wasn't one of those dingy ones Sam and Dean had suggested you should pick so it wouldn't be such a long drive for them. However, you hadn't taken the hunters recommendation seeing how it came from well... hunters. Lucifer knew enough about them to know they usually didn't reside in anything having more than, at its best, two stars. That wasn't the case of this motel. In comparison, this could be called a hotel.

That was why you didn't feel his apprehension rise again when you entered the lobby, thankfully not occupied by the receptionist at the moment. Nor as you hurried down the hallway on the first floor. What, however, did rise was impatience.

As you fished up the key from your pocket and turned to the door, he released your hand, pushing himself against your back instead. However, your moves faltered upon feeling him so close against you, eyes fluttering when his breath fanned your ear as he had dipped his head.

"Open the door", his voice had changed, deeper, rougher, more commanding. "Or have you changed your mind? Hm?" How's it gonna be? That was the real question behind the sentence. But seeing how you didn't trust your voice at the moment, you concentrated on unlocking the door as an answer.

Shoving the door open, you simply flung the key on the floor inside instead of fussing and trying to cram them into your pocket again. Though you didn't stay turned forward for long enough that you saw it thud to the floor. Instead, you turned around to face Lucifer.

He was already staring down at you. Blue eyes lit on fire. Any and all of his guard completely diminished in his gaze. That was why you knew you could twist the two of you around -so he had his back towards the room- and push him inside and into the devil's trap painted beneath the carpet covering the whole room without difficulty. 

And if you did, you wouldn't only disable his powers but trap him as your deal with the Winchesters were. The only thing you would need to do until they came was to pull out your lighter and drop it on the floor to ignite the holy fire you'd doused in a circle on the black carpet to fortify the seal that would trap him.

But..

You found yourself doing none of it.

He must have bewitched you. There was no other explanation as to why you felt high on not only the power exuding from his being but the body you now pulled closer to you. Therefore, you couldn't help yourself when you encircled his neck and pulled him down while backing into the room.

Lucifer took it as an invite -even if you supposed he wouldn't have waited for it much longer either way- and grabbed your hips. The second he kicked the door shut and reached behind him to flip the lock, his lips crashed onto yours.

You sighed despite the pure lust lacing each of your actions because... fuck, if it didn't feel astonishing when his soft but slightly chapped lips met yours, you didn't know what. 

After a few beats of your wavering heart, his tongue entered your mouth and you sagged against him upon the pure dominance he guided the kiss with. As you tasted each other, or rather the flavour still residing from each of your drinks. It felt like all the air was sucked out of your lungs.

You parted from Lucifer in a pant and a shiver down your spine. Forehead resting against his as both your lips stayed parted. You caught your breath quickly by how you panted. However, as he tried to initiate another breathtaking kiss, you dodged him.

You wanted to feel him again, but the rational part of your brain had kicked on. 

What on earth are you doing? Are you about to sleep with the devil? Concerning where the situation was going and how your body already was lit on fire. That seemed to be the case. But you can't, the voice in your head continued to scream, that wasn't why you were here.

What brought you out of your thoughts, in the end, wasn't you quelling the sensible part of your brain. It was the tug at your waist, closely followed by Lucifer's voice.

"You should be careful of teasing me", without noticing, you'd evaded another one of his attempts, this time with a smile. Though you knew it was one formed from bliss and a steadily lowering good sense while imagining what this would lead to, the devil thought it was based upon you taunting him when not letting him kiss you. "I am the devil, after all". Not showing you knew he was speaking the truth, you giggled amusedly as anyone who thought it was a play at his name would've done.

"Wouldn't that mean you're also an angel?" You weren't the one raising your chin to look up at him by yourself. Instead, Lucifer had leaned away and had hooked a finger beneath your jaw to tip your head backwards.

A satisfied curl of his lips was what met you as you now looked up at him. 

"Someone has done their homework", you weren't sure if the archangel attempted to lure you into revealing your awareness of who he was or if he didn't notice how he was making progress at exposing himself. Your gut feeling would, for the first time tonight, argue for the latter.

"If you don't believe in the big man upstairs, one could at least get an objective look at things", you shrugged, brushing over his comment seeing how you could never be sure what Lucifer intentions were.

And though you were meant to stop there, before you even knew what you were doing, you unhooked your chin from his index finger to unbashfully let your gaze travel down his body. As well did your arms fall from around his neck to run down his torso. "But, you... practically looking like a god makes me want to rethink my belief".

Your eyes flickered up to his, hopefully not reflecting the surprise of your own purred compliment. Although it wouldn't have mattered. Because Lucifer's eyes had darkened significantly and you doubted he would catch your shock, especially when he pulled you as close as humanly possible while forcefully pressing his lips against yours. Consequently causing you to bend slightly backwards by the power behind it.

This time there wasn't merely a sigh that got swallowed by Lucifer. It was a moan, one urging a similar but deeper noise from him. As the sound reached your ears, you dug your fingers into the archangels sides because it was downright sinful.

Simultaneously as the kiss became messy, all teeth, tongue and breathy moans, accompanied with fingers and hands digging into the body of the other, Lucifer started to push you backwards. No tenderness lines the movement -seeing how he firmly forced you to step back to no be overrun by him- and neither was there any care to the way he tossed you on the bed.

He was on you in seconds, caging you against the soft motel bed. Though any sane human would be terrified of having the devil above them like this, luring them into possibly one of the biggest sins. You not only relish in his presence. You wanted more of it.

Wrapping your arms around his back, clasping the fabric of his jacket and shirt, you told him without words that you wanted them gone. He understands quickly and tears himself away from you. While the devil practically ripped his tan jacket and white shirt off his body, you wasted no time yourself by simply staring at him. You sat up -nearly coming chest to chest with him where he crouched over your upper legs- and tugged your shirt off as well.

As soon as the piece of clothing had been flung somewhere in the room. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra. Though this time, Lucifer helped you by yanking it away.

Now with your chests bare, the devil encircled your upper body with one arm to feel you against him as he pushed you down. You responded by arching yourself into him to experience the details of every curve in his body, notwithstanding if they were still covered by clothing or not. By doing this, you granted Lucifer to feel your peaked temperature, the warmth in contrast to his body urging him to kiss you with even more indecent greed.

Soon, you felt the stiff prod of him against your stomach, making you roll your hips against him.

This time around, Lucifer didn't need any urging to step off the bed and toe his boots off, as well as his jeans and underwear. You followed him closely, sitting up and praying your own shoes off your feet, chucking them on the floor. Although, as you unbuttoned your pants, your gaze got too caught up with ravaging the devil's body. Your brain short-circuited, fuck, he was good looking. Softer in some places more defined in others, but no question that he was the epitome of strength.

The archangel caught your eyes raking over his body and though a smirk conveyed his lips, he wanted to see you. Hence, he stepped forwards, swiftly overtaking your earlier attempt at squirming out of your pants.

A swift tug was all it took and he'd worked you out of your confinement. Though, while you thought you would be able to discard your last piece of clothing, Lucifer had other thoughts. He flipped you, but it wasn't until you were pinned to the bed by his weight that you realised he'd done it.

You craned your neck, still not able to see Lucifer fully. But you felt what he did. He rolled his hips into yours, pushing his stiff member against the swell of your ass.

Moaning, you pushed yourself against him. Feeling how he hummed appreciatively thanks to his chest being moulded to your back. And as if wanting to praise your action. He let one of his hands wedge between your bodies to play with the hem of your panties.

"You proved that you're not only talk, but where did all that confidence go?"

"Who said it went anywhere?" You gritted out as he nipped the skin of your shoulder. With teeth grazing your skin, as well as lips pushing opened mouthed kisses and tongue tracing occasionally, he made his way to your ear.

"Maybe it didn't", he hummed. "But you're so pliant beneath me that I wonder if it was all for show from the very beginning" you twitched beneath him as he growled this. Unable to answer him as he grabbed a handful of your ass from beneath your panties, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine, which instinctually made you arch against him.

The chuckle he let out began by your ear but faded as he leant away, hooking a finger in your underwear to drag them with him. Soon the skimpy material was pulled from your legs and ended up only god knows where.

His hands travelled up your sides once more. But as he grabbed your hips, long fingers splaying well over your hipbones as he curled his digits beneath you, he yanked you towards him.

Your breath hitched as your rear connected with his hips, wide eyes instantly flickering over your shoulder to look at the archangel who'd cocked his head after forcing you into standing on your hands and knees.

He didn't say anything, not that you would've listened as your eyes fell to watch him grab his cock and pump it. It was erotic, watching Lucifer fist himself as you stood there, waiting for him, slick by now coating your thighs from his administrations.

His gaze flickered to your core, displayed so prettily from how you were jutting your ass against him. Pretending to be the human who thought she just hooked up with another one, you urged him by saying, "I'm on the pill".

It was true, but you knew damn well it had no relevance for him. If anything, you did it to convince him even more that you didn’t know about him being the devil. Although you doubted that was what made him switch to lock his eyes with yours and finally lean forwards, guiding his weeping tip to your entrance.

Head dropping, you let out a moan as he opened you up, slowly, deliberately at first. Fuck, he'd looked big though now when he was entering, he felt even girthier.

Perhaps it was how your concentration zeroed in on him pushing inside you that you didn't notice when his grip tightened on your hips. But this made you miss the single warning he gave you before he -in one snap of his hips- entered you to the hilt.

You cried out, feeling his pelvis flush against you as both pleasure and pain made you tense, clenching around him in response to his roughness. He kept still for a few seconds, but when your cunt fluttered around him while simultaneously squirming to accommodate his length, Lucifer couldn't help but experimentally move his hips.

With the slight drag in and out, it felt like your body realised this should only feel good and the sting you felt faded into pleasure as well. Fuck, if it didn't light your belly on fire even more.

A guttural sound rasped from your throat when you pushed backwards to meet his thrusts. Something akin to a grunt leaving the devil as well. You continued pressing yourself against Lucifer. Yet, the fire in your belly didn't grow as you wanted it to.

"Harder—fuck... h-harder, Lucifer", you moaned and the devil wasn't late to fulfil your desire.

"Don't say you regret it later". Lucifer drove his hips into yours and you wailed as he reached even further than he had earlier. Picking up the sound, not that it was difficult, he continued in the same fashion of putting all his strength into each thrust.

The room started to ooze with sex. Sweat tinging the as the devil made great work of making your skin slap as he began pulling you against him every time he bottomed out. Moans punched from your lungs with each rut of his hips. It was only lucky the bed wasn't supported by a wooden structure, or else it would've repeatedly struck the wall as he made your body rock forwards.

But you couldn't care if you had a neighbour and if they, in that case, heard what the literal devil was doing to you. You couldn't care for anything else than how Lucifer fucked you as if he owned you. For the moment, maybe he also did.

He was the one prompting your breathy whines. It was his pounding that made your pussy clench around him each time his tip brushed your g-spot as he speared into you. On top of this, he also made your bones turn into jelly from the pleasure he drowned you. Thus, you couldn't help but slump forwards when your arms gave out.

Lucifer didn't try to keep you up. He let your face sink into the pillows, merely watching as your fingers rucked up the edges of sheets as he continued his brutal pace. Feeling how his own breath grew as shallow as yours as he looked down at you, doing anything in your power to keep your hips jutting upwards and not follow the rest of your body.

Although you try so hard and actually succeed as well, it's Lucifer who finds himself unable to keep himself up straight. Instead of holding your hips, he drops forward, forearms slipping beneath your front only to anchor around your shoulders. This way, he's still in control and able to pound you into the bed without you being shoved forwards underneath him.

Fuck, this is heave. This is fucking heaven.

"Yes, yes yes", your words are barely discernable as they fall from your lips. Other than you knew Lucifer was the devil, you practically knew equally as much about each other. Which to say, is absolutely nothing. Still, it felt like he knew every inch of your body and what made it burn hotter than ever before.

Despite not wanting it to end, you feel how your hips -in your uncoherent state- start arching into his in presentation, needing him to hurry the fuck up and make the heat pooling in your stomach be too much to handle. Even if you barely could manage right now.

Nevertheless, if he does answer to the allure of you not wanting him to not restrain himself in the slightest, something sinister surge through your body. Your core burns, spreading thrillingly fast through the muscles in your pelvis. Then, just like that, it rises like a tidal wave over the rest of your body. Every muscle tense, lungs feeling too cramped to even fill with air before...

"—I-I'm going to cum", you don't even care that your voice cracks, not when all you see is a flash of white behind your closed eyes a second after. "Oh, fuck...".

You cum. You cum so hard your body trembled.

In the beginning, no sound leaves you, but the second you can take any kind of breath, your exhale turns into a wail of the devil's name, exemplifying how good the orgasm he'd fucked out of you felt.

Lucifer growls lowly, albeit the sound turns into a savage, wordless snarl in a mare of seconds. And you nearly cum again despite not even having reached the end of your high when warmth blooms in your core, his hot spend coating your walls as he goes still, only his hips jerking until he collapses on top of you.

Nothing but your pulse rang in your ear. Not weird concerning your hammering heart is the sole thing able to comprehend what just had happened as you lay there, unable to do anything other than trying to catch your breath. You didn't even hear how Lucifer tried doing the same with his face buried in your neck.

It felt like you floated, descending to heaven from how pleasantly tingly your body was. Though knowing it was impossible from how the devil was clinging to your back, keeping you grounded, you merely let out a happy sigh that caused shivers to travel over your body.

It wasn't until the high settled and Lucifer rolled off your back with the softest and most pleased sound you'd heard from him yet, you remembered that you still had your part of a deal to fulfil.

Still, a little bit dazed but now at least able to move -more than in the sense of Lucifer not trapping you- you looked over the edge of the bed, finding your pants right beside it. Leaning down rather ungracefully, you fished out your phone from the pocket. Remaining hanging over the side as you entered the message conversation you'd started with Sam.

You couldn't be more grateful you'd already pre-written the message you now pressed the button to send, regarding how, if you would've done it in this instance, probably half of the text wouldn't make sense from how drunk you felt. Hence, while watching the screen, waiting for the younger Winchester's reply -one you knew would come quickly seeing how he would be vigilant of any notifications he got- you tried clearing your mind a bit.

It didn't pass more than a few seconds -ones you attempted to take deep breaths under- before Sam replied.

However, you hadn't counted on the possibility of your phone switching from the silent mode you'd set it into to the not so silent normal one during the rush of shedding clothes. Meaning the message saying the boys would be here in ten minutes didn't go unnoticed by Lucifer. Concerning the noise of the notification.

"Needing to explain your absence to a boyfriend?" Your humoured chuckle was merely a cover for the swear nearly whispered beneath your breath as you replied with a 'hurry' for dramatic effect. Knowing very well that ten minutes were more than enough to wrap things up. If you could sober up, that was.

"Rather a message of me leaving him, if I now had one", you replied, closing your phone and putting it on silent before shuffling to properly lay on the bed again.

"Fucked you that good, did I?" With a hand going behind his head, he propped it upwards as he cocked his brows, nothing but confidence lacing the act.

"Mhm", you hummed in response, bracing yourself on your elbows to get a better look at Lucifer.

His hair was dishevelled, lips kiss swollen and cheeks naturally more coloured. Eyes travelling further down, you noted the steady rise and fall of his chest where his other hand rested.

As you felt the lick of fire travel over your skin, one that didn't originate from the shivers still going through your body, your eyes trailed upwards again. You weren't met by Lucifer's gaze as previously. Hence, you could take the time to simply look at him as his eyes followed the curve of your body.

It was something about knowing, despite how good you'd been fucked, you had the devil laying in the same bed as you -neither of you hurrying to dress because you were comfortable enough in your nakedness to simply lay there- not able to rip his gaze from you. It made your head tilt as a lip quirked in the edges of your mouth.

Your movement -albeit not large- caught Lucifer's attention, making his eyes flicker to yours.

For a few seconds, you just stared at one another. You had no idea what was going on in the archangels head, but you knew what went on in yours. You were counting how long you had left until Sam, Dean and Cas would arrive.

You never meant for this to happen. But, for some reason, you felt drawn to the devil. No matter how you usually turned the opposite way when encountering a being with even half of the energy he was emitting.

Maybe that was why you felt the need to lean up and kiss him even now when you had even less reason to do it.

Lucifer met you halfway as the hand that had rested upon his stomach moved to lightly rest on the small of your back. This time, compared to any of the earlier occasions, the brush of your lips and tangling of your tongues were slow, lazy.

You knew the afterglow played a part in how seemingly soft everything was, but it was also partly because you didn't want it to end. Damn how you desired to continue drowning in the taste, the smell and feel of Lucifer. But you didn't have all the time in the world to run the lustre out. The fun needed to be over for the plan to continue. Even more important, to succeed.

That was why you parted one last time from Lucifer, not wanting to stare for too long into those blues that already had snared you into doing something you hadn't planned before you rolled out from beneath his arm.

Now sitting on the edge of the bed, your search for your bra, finding it had narrowly missed the bedside table. Reaching for one of the many discarded items, you started to put it on, feeling the devil's eyes on you this whole time. As you stood up, you could feel your combined fluids slowly trickling from inside you, but there was no time for it right now. You could deal with that later.

Trying to not care about feeling his cum leaking out of you, you rounded the bed, finding your panties resting on the floor atop his jacket. Bending down, you pulled them up your legs. Hunting for your shirt next.

"Leaving so soon?" You turned to the devil a second after founding your top.

"You know how those boyfriends can be", you rebutted, folding your shirt inside out again to get the correct surface outwards and slipping it over your head, just about catching the quirk of his lips. "But in fact, we're both going to leave".

"And why is that?" You turned away from him, picking up your pants and slipping into them as well. Making sure both your phone and lighter still were in your pockets.

"Because this is the last day of my stay and if you're not willing to pay for the room for another week, then we'll need to be out before eight". You don't know how much Lucifer knew about motels. But if he hadn't been an angel, you were sure he would've questioned what kind of motel only rented out rooms for weekly stays and had check-out at eight in the evening.

Although, no kind of suspicion was displayed from his side as he moved to the side of the bed. Reaching for his underwear and jeans, much like you'd already done.

You watched his back for a few seconds as you stepped into your shoes. Muscles built from nothing but natural labour rippled beneath his skin as he moved. The red streaks you'd painted down his backside clear against his skin.

It was hard o pull your eyes from the picture you'd painted, but still, with enough willpower, you managed.

Now clothed, you headed to the nightstand. Pulling out the first drawer, you reached for the pack of cigarettes. Compared to your other things that already had been packed into the car. You'd left the box behind to use as an excuse for why you carried a lighter around. 

Although that was all they were meant to be, you couldn't help yourself but pluck one out, knowing it would ease the dip after the post-sex afterglow settled, one you definitely wouldn't want to fall into when Lucifer was still near you and you didn't know why he had such an effect on you.

"You know those kill you", upon the mutter from behind, you stopped in your act of putting the cigarette between your lips, turning instead. Lucifer was just about sipping his jeans up, torso still bare for your eyes to travel over before reaching his face. A narrow contorting the devil's feature. One you only shrugged at.

"What, more than what you already have done?" The gaze pinned to the cigarette held between your index and long finger instantly snapped up to lock with yours, seeing the wink you shot him as you dug the lighter from your pocket.

"Yes, definitely more than I've done", he replies with a shake of his head, though quickly brought out of the act when you tossed him his shirt that you'd picked up from the floor.

He catches it mid-air and you shrug once more at his words, putting the cigarette in between your lips and igniting it while naturally backing towards the door.

You knew -even as you concentrated on the lungful of smoke you'd inhaled, making your body relax even further- that you'd stepped over the line of the holy oil by now. Thus, making you exhale the grey cloud and respond to Lucifer's comment.

"Well, if what you said is true, I'll bet you take great care of me in hell", the devil huffed amusedly at the same time as he started to take on his shirt.

While he hadn't caught how you consciously acknowledged that you have known who he'd been this whole. You were sure he would as you dropped the lighter that had been burning beside you.

With a startling fizz, the holy oil lit on fire. Although Lucifer had tugged the shirt as quickly over his head as possible upon hearing the sound. The devil couldn't do anything as the circle he was standing in -and you outside of- swiftly was highlighted by the flames.

As the room now was illuminated by the flickering flames. The devil's expression changed. Gone was the amusement brought forth from what you'd said, as well as the quirk of his lips. Now, when he stalked forwards, not stopping until he's as close as the fire ley him, anger rolled off of him in waves.

"What have you done?" His nostrils were flaring, furore the only thing lacing his voice. But, you weren't faced, simply took a slow drag of your cigarette, cocking your head.

"My job", you said, feeling bold enough to blow the smoke into Lucifer's face.

"You're a hunter", you huffed at the accusation.

"No, don't like getting my hands dirty", you raised your hands, disrupting the smoke curling upwards from the cigarette in a steady line as you wiggled your fingers to accentuate your following words. "There ain't no blood on these babies. They could practically be as white as a wholesome angel", his scowl deepened as he tried to step closer, yet the devil's trap and holy oil kept him from reaching you.

"A little while ago, you didn't mind getting dirt", you rolled your eyes at him despite feeling how his words -and the flashes on your frontal lobe- made the fire re-lit in your stomach.

"Oh Lucifer, in your particular case, that was necessary to put another golden ring of victory on my fingers for another done deal". Lies, your mind whispered. You didn't have to do any of that. Seemingly and thankfully, Lucifer didn't catch it, seeing how his eyes flickered red.

"I should smite you where you stand", he growled, hands clenching into fists.

"Is something stopping you?" You asked humorously. Knowing now when he thought about it he definitely could feel the devils trap repressing his powers. Causing you to be pinned by his glare as a silent answer. "It wouldn't have been that fun anyway, I can assure you. Would've made you miss your guests". Fittingly enough, a knock sounded from the door.

Turning, you took the last few steps to unlock it and confidently let it swing open. Because you'd felt, despite the enormous power Lucifer radiated, Cas had been on the other side. So, as you'd expected, the two Winchesters and their angel met you.

Even though their eyes firstly landed on yours. They didn't stay there for long as they quickly shifted to look over your shoulder and the archangel standing there.

"He's all yours, boys", you let your hand fall from the door to pat Dean's chest while starting to head out of the room. And once having switched places with the three of them, you spun on your heel to walk backwards. With a smile etched upon your features, you waved at Lucifer. "Bye, pretty boy", you noticed how his jaw clenched, though not much more as the door between you and him closed.