a night of pink lights
a/n - I wrote this a couple weeks ago and I just remembered I wrote it... I hope you like my first obey me fic!
song inspiration - you make me feel so... by cobra starship
How did he allow them to convince him to go clubbing? Earlier in RAD he had summoned Asmo to the student council room in order to inform him of his clubbing ban being lifted. He had been ecstatic to hear it had been lifted, and on a Friday night at that. Asmo had then continued to talk to Diavolo, inquiring if he had ever been clubbing, considering the prince of the Devildom’s busy schedule.
Lucifer didn’t expect Diavolo to say he wanted to go or anything, but of course the direction of the night he had planned shifted juristically as soon as the words “I haven’t been clubbing in decades, and I’ve been wanting to go as of lately” slipped out of Diavolo’s mouth. At that point Asmo has a huge grin on his face, easily convincing Diavolo to take a night off and go clubbing with him. On an average night, Lucifer could have easily resisted Asmo’s begging to go clubbing with him, as Asmo tried to convince him often. But with the power of Diavolo by his side, there was no way he could probably resist now.
And that’s how he ended here, in the Devildom’s newest club, sipping on his Demonus in the VIP section as he watched Diavolo and Asmo around the club. He really didn’t like clubs honestly. The loud music, the giant sweaty crowds of people, the constant advances of demons trying to flirt with him. He would’ve much rather spent his night watching a movie with you in his room, or even sitting with you in the club at least, but you said you had agreed to hang out with Solomon that night. As much as he wanted to bare his fangs at Solomon and get you all to himself, he knew he couldn’t have done that, and took another sip of his drink at the thought. And here they come. A group of female demons, medium-rank demons if he had to guess, came walking over to him, whispering to one another as they adjusted their hair and dresses. One walked up to him, blood red hair and black dress, and started to talk to him, twirling her hair around her finger in the process. “Hi Lucifer, I thought clubs weren’t your thing?”
He sighed, did they ever quit trying this game of theirs? “A demon’s got to get out once in a while.”
“Well how about we go together on the dance floor? I could show you something I’ve been working on,” she flirted shamelessly.
“No thank you, but I appreciate the offer,” Lucifer replied.
With a slight pout, the girl and her friends left him, walking to the bar to see if they could pick up any demons there. Was this night ever going to end?
“Solomon, I thought we were going to see a movie, or go to a café, not have you propose to go to a club!” you argued.
“Oh just deal with it. I’ve wanted to go to this club for a while, and you and I never go to clubs, so this’ll be a change,” Solomon snickered.
You guys walked into the club, the lights shifting pink as the music blared. Was that Diavolo and Barbatos at the bar?
Lucifer sat in the VIP section still, glancing at Asmo on the dance floor. Another demon had come up to him, complementing how he looked and tried to get him to buy them a drink. But once again, he cut off their advances with a sigh, drink in hand. Glancing around at the club, he thought he had seen you when his eyes had skimmed the entrance. Drinking the rest of his Demonus, he looked at the entrance again; it was you, and boy did you look good. The way that red adored your skin, your walk entranced him, making him lean forward to get a better look at you. He watched as you walked further into the club, eyes finally meeting his. At that point Solomon had already wandered off, talking with Asmo who had drifted to the bar. Lucifer watched intensely as you walked over to him, smiling slightly as you slid into the seat next to him. His arm was quick to slide around your waist, and he was quick to pepper kisses on your jaw.
“What are you doing here love?” he inquired.
“Solomon ended up surprising me and taking me here, but I didn’t know you’d be here either.”
“Thank Diavolo and Asmo for that.”
You look good Luci,” you purred. “I’ve never seen this outfit before.”
“I don’t wear this one often, but shall we get a drink?”
You got up and Lucifer followed, arm still wrapped around your waist as you walked down to the bar together. Maybe this clubbing night would be interesting after all.
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