Lucifer (possessing Castiel) convinces you to have some fun before you tell Sam and Dean who’s in Cas.
Prompt: Crystal Head Vodka, “How about we make our own fun?”
Pairing: CasiferxReader, Sam and Dean appearances
Warnings: SMUT, dom!Casifer, drinking (obviously), bondage, Grace use, breath play, all the dirty and dangerous thoughts
Word Count: 1500+
Note: Written for @winchester-writes ‘s birthday! Happy birthday, chica!
The second you laid eyes on him, you knew he wasn’t Cas. But he silenced your cry for help in a second without even lifting a finger.
He chose this. Don’t make a big fuss and get him in trouble.
Lucifer. You shot daggers at him, receiving a wink in return.
That didn’t take long. Wait till the Winchesters leave, then we can talk.
He released your vocal chords. Sam looked at you funny when you let out a short gasp. You fidgeted nervously as the guys talked with Not-Cas.
“Hey Y/N, you want some pizza? Ordering or picking up?” Sam asked, pulling you back into the conversation.
You swallowed, your voice suddenly feeling constricted. You looked at Cas, but he shook his head. This was all you. “Italian Oven doesn’t deliver, so I guess you guys are going to pick it up,” you stammered out.
Dean groaned. “That’s clear on the other side of town.”
“But they have the best pizza.” Dean nodded in agreement. “You guys get the pizza, no onions, and I’ll hold down the fort.”
Dean looked between you and Cas. “Should we take the long way around so you and your boyfriend can catch up?” You shooed him away, ignoring the knowing grin on his face. It had only been a few months, but you could make Cas loud. The boys were gone a few minutes later, leaving you and Not-Cas standing on opposite ends of the library. He wandered over to Dean’s cocktail cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Crystal Head Vodka. He held it in front of his face, smiling too brightly, to wide, too sure.
“Now how about we make our own fun?” He pulled out two glasses and poured from the skull. With a whisk of air, he was suddenly in front of you holding out the drink. You backed away from him, only to land on your bed. “This is what you and Cassy do after a hunt, right? Drink, get wasted… aren’t you a little young for that?”
“Not as of a few days ago. We were supposed to go out somewhere.”
“Trust me, sweetheart, he was planning on staying in and then having…” he cocked his head and walked to your nightstand at sat the glasses down. He pulled out the rope you kept in the drawer. “Kinky. Never thought you had a dom in you, Cassy.”
“You might want to check those memories again, Lucifer. Those ropes aren’t for me.” You suppressed a giggle as he twisted his head and came back with a face of mock shock. You stood to go back to the library. “Now if we could please go back to the matter at hand.” You stopped as the door swung shut.
“We can discuss it in here.” He sat down on your bed and fiddled with the rope before tossing it to you. “And give the boys an earful if they get back early.”
“You’re not suggesting…”
“Why not? How much vodka will you need to…”
“What? Consider it? More than we’ve got, or could ever get.”
“Now you’re just being unreasonable.”
“We are in here to discuss Cas, not your thousand year boner.”
Lucifer threw Cas’s head back with a laugh. “He said you would be a firecracker. Come on, Y/N. You’ve probably decked these out to hold down serious angel power. If you don’t get enough out of the evening, then I’ll be tied up enough for the Winchesters when they get back. Deal?”
You eyed him nervously. The ropes were powered up, but would it be enough to hold an archangel? With a sigh, you reached past him and took one of the glasses. He snickered and matched your movements to throw back the shot. It didn’t take long for you to become delightfully buzzed. The black rope shimmered with silvery-blue sigils as you wrapped one around his wrist. His eyes glowed red instead of blue, reminding you who you were dealing with. He pulled away from the rope with a growl and stood.
“He doesn’t kiss you breathless or something? Pin you to the wall till you almost fall over?”
“Remember who’s the dom in the relationship.”
He growled again, then tugged the rope hard enough to pull you to his chest. He pinned your arms behind you, licking his lips as he looked down at your accusatory glare.
“Are you sure you don’t want to try something new?”
It felt different, not having the power. But that wasn’t the plan… Any inhibition to fight melted away as he sunk to suck at your neck. He moaned with Cas’s voice as he worked his way to your sweet spot. You whimpered as he pulled away just before he reached it.
“Do you want to stop?”
The glint in his eyes was so different from Cas. And it ignited a flame within that you didn’t know you had.
“No.”
A grin broke across his face, cruel and pleasured. You knew this was going to be unlike anything you’d ever experienced.
“You’re right about that, sweetheart. Now,” he turned you away to bend you over the bed and tied your wrist together, “let’s pull out your submissive side.” With a snap, he had goosebumps breaking across your skin. His skin pressed up against you, cool and surprising. He chuckled, pressing the hard length to your backside. “Dad must have really liked you, Jimmy. Lucky Y/N.”
You pushed back, wiggling and pressing your thighs together in anticipation. He kicked your legs opened, spreading you out before reaching down to your folds. His chest rumbled as he found the slick there. With agonising slowness he stroked you, occasionally pulling high enough to flick against your clit. He kissed between your shoulder blades and added another finger, pumping you to a slow, intense build. He blew cold air on your skin, distracting you from soaring too high. You groaned but worked your hips till your ass cheeks were wrapped around his cock. As you arched your back with pleasure, you moved up and down.
“That’s a neat trick,” Lucifer panted. He flipped you onto your back and spread your legs again till your toes barely touched the floor. “But are you ready for us?” He teased the head at your entrance, making you gasp. “Yes or no, Y/N?”
“Yes.”
There was a moment of stillness, then he began to sink into you, pushing and pulling to open you more. Though your vision fluttered, his was focused on you, grinning harshly as you mewled and quaked around him. With a grunt, he sheathed completely in you. You cried out and continued to do so as he set a controlled pace. The rope on your wrists loosened till it slithered away, replaced by warm tendrils that pulsed like they were alive. They pulled your arms to your sides then up around the back of his neck. You curled your fingers in the short hairs at the base of his neck, tugging lightly like you knew how Cas liked it.
But this wasn’t Cas.
You remembered that as another tendril crawled across your body and wrapped itself around your throat.
Are you okay with this?
You’d always wanted to try it, but never thought you had the right partner to ask.
Answer? He loosened the grip and started to pull away, but you let out a jumble of sounds.
Please, don’t stop.
His pace shuddered, then began anew. Faster. Harder. He twisted and angled till he found the spot that made you silent and boneless, pushing you both up to the middle of your bed. You gasped, sucking in the air allowed to you. You were close. And from the feel of Lucifer’s pace, so was he.
Do you know how beautiful you look, Y/N? Quivering under me. Around me. Your hair spread out and your face shimmering with pleasure. The way I can feel your heart thundering in your chest, how our bodies slide against one another. I’m sure you can feel how you’re affecting me. Now open your eyes, watch me as I watch you come.
“Come Y/N.”
He released the grace around your throat, filling your lungs with oxygen. Another tendril pressed down on your clit, circling it fiercely. You tumbled over the edge with a weak cry, a poor sign of the blaze erupting inside you. He slammed into you twice, three more times, then coated your walls with cum.
The grace holding your wrists slid away. You reached around his chest to pull him close, spooning him as he laid down beside you. His chest rose and fell against your face, still cool to the touch. He pushed a strand of hair off your face as you closed your eyes.
They snapped back open as you heard the front door slam shut and Dean shout to announce the pizza. With a jolt, you remembered that the plan was to have Lucifer tied up before they got home.
“The deal’s still on the table.” He broke your train of thought, or read it. “If you were unsatisfied with your care, then the ropes are right there.” He nodded at them tied in a neat bow on the headboard.
If you were quick maybe you could make it. He twitched the grace still resting on your clit, pulling out a moan from your sensitivity. He hummed at you, knowing you were lost completely to him.
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