Suggestive Diavolo x MC drabble: Barbatos’ birthday
The music was loud in The Fall as the night came alive for Barbatos’ birthday. MC was sat with Mammon and Asmo, drinking all kinds of cocktails. She was wearing a small black, low cut dress that the fifth eldest had picked out for her to wear for the night. The three of them were all laughing together as their tipsy bodies relaxed into the lavish booth.
“Mammon you are so cute.” MC gushed as she leant into his side, “I don’t understand why you get so much stick from everyone.”
Instantly Mammon’s cheeks flushed with a bright red tint as he spilt his drink a little. Asmo burst out laughing at his brother’s face. “MC you can’t say these things to him, you know he doesn’t know how to process kindness, especially from you!” He giggled.
“Aw!” MC cried, cuddling up to the white haired demon, “you don’t have to be shy around me.”
“Stop it both of ya!” Mammon waved his hand while still blushing. “You’re ruining the Great Mammon’s cool persona.” His comment instantly threw MC and Asmo into hysterics. Even Mammon couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.
Suddenly, interrupting them from their tittering, Diavolo appeared in front of them. All three straightened their posture after realising the Prince of Devildom was looking down upon them. He laughed at their worried faces “Relax.” He spoke, “You can lower your defences.”
MC gazed up at Diavolo with big eyes. “What can we do for you, My Lord?” Asmo fluttered his eyelashes.
“I was hoping I could speak to MC actually.” He smiled suggestively.
Surprised, Mammon and Asmo shared a look before slipping out of the booth they were in. Intrigued, MC bit her lip as Diavolo sat beside her. He smiled at her warmly as he shifted his body to be close to hers. “I can’t help but notice how much you appear to be enjoying yourself tonight.” He observed.
“It’s a wonderful party, My Lord.” She grinned, heart fluttering over his closeness.
“Please.” He spoke smoothly as he placed an arm around her shoulders, “Call me Diavolo.”
“Special treatment?” She raised an eyebrow, “You really have been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”
“No more than you have.” He smiled wide at her. “I just wanted to come over here and tell you how radiant you look. Lucifer doesn’t give you enough credit when you come into conversation.”
“Talk about me often?” MC tilted her head, placing a not-so-innocent hand on his thigh.
He glanced down at her hand momentarily, biting his lip as he did so. “That would be telling.” He smouldered.
MC could feel herself growing with lust at how suggestive Diavolo was being. Her head turned away, noticing Lucifer and Barbatos nearby. “Shouldn’t you be out there?” She asked, “Your little posse will be wondering where you are.”
“My whereabouts is none of their concern tonight.” He smiled, “Besides, I’d much rather stay here with you.” He spoke, leaning his head into to the crook of her neck. “Like I said, you look radiant.”
“Who would have thought the future King of Devildom could be so smooth?” She giggled, embracing his touch, “We could be seen you know.”
“Let them see.” He whispered in her ear, “they won’t dare question me.”
Aroused, MC lifted a hand to rest on the back of his head as she felt his lips caress the skin on her neck. “As you please, Diavolo.” She moaned at his touch.
