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Satanick x Reader(Obsolete Dream)

This was requested by Kiarra123411
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The song is Beat Drop by Simon Curtis

Dirty Dancing

I was at a club in a weirdo world I never thought existed. Pitch Black world, to be exact. I was just a regular human in a world of demons and angels; how I got in this situation is beyond me.

Anyhow, I work as a singer-dancer at a club in my world. I guess one of the people saw me or something cause why else would I be here?

I was calling on people trying to get suggestions of what I could sing, since I don't write my own music. A lot of what they have here at this bar are sexual songs, which I can work with.

I'm someone who can make any guy want me, not to boast. I've literally been given that title by my co-workers back at home. I dunno how, but what goes is what it is I guess.

I heard a voice ring out against the murmurs of drunken men. He was clearly sober, but his voice had a...certain tone to it. It sounded a bit...off.

Meh. I like this song so I'm cool with it.

I smiled to myself and went to a computer where I looked up a karaoke version of the song he chose. The intro came on, then a deep voice.

Let the beat dro-ooop..

Opera singers came on then. I smiled and prepared to sing the first verse, already flaunting what abilities I have by walking around. After all, it was my job to do this.

I took a breath and began, singing a higher pitch than the actual song; I'm a woman so ah, no very low pitched for me..."Time to round them up and tell them where we're gonna go! If they don't know how to work it then I'll leave them at the door, gotta make it to the center of the circle; grab my hand. Tell the DJ drop the beat, don't play some motherf**kin' band!~"

The guys cheered as I sang, doing riffs with my voice where it was needed and dancing slightly to the beat. Then, a person, presumably the one who suggested this song, got up on stage.

He was wearing a black suit with a dark red bow tie. He had on white gloves and a black cape with red jewel-like figures on the end, he ended up throwing that down when he climbed up the stage. He had the most enchanting violet eyes and a mischievous smirk on his lips. His hair was jet black and stuck out at some places, giving him a bit of a childish look. His most noticeable features were the gigantic tree-like horns on his head. They split into three different winding paths, and they had intricate carving-like indents in them, making them look even more like a tree.

Enough description, he started to sing along with me, which I didn't expect at all.

"Let it in your body and the party won't stop!"

He was good.

I giggled and pulled him down by the collar and did a body roll against his body, making him snicker and blush faintly.

"It's seven kinds of naughty when you let the beat drop~" I sang, smirking, "I told it to you once, said 'Why don't you understand?'"

He sang next, "Tell the DJ drop the beat; don't play some motherf**kin' band!"

I smiled and blushed. He was really good at this. I walked around him as the intro to the next verse came on.

The man sang this too, in a low growly voice(that frankly, I found stupidly hot).

"So give it to me baby, tell me 'What's it gonna be?' Gonna give it to me dirty..."

I swung my leg around his and spun to face him, licking my lips and biting my lip.

"Out where everybody sees. 'Cause I can't do nothin' with you if you're never gonna dance. So you better find some rhythm 'cause they're playing.."

I cut in, doing a sing-song Lady GaGa impression.

"Want your Bad romance!~"

He smiled and laughed a bit. Then, we sang the chorus in unison.

"Let it in your body and the party won't stop! It's seven kinds of naughty when you let the beat drop! I told it to you twice, said 'Why don't you understand? Tell the DJ drop the beat; don't play some motherf**kin' band!"

He pinned me to the wall and sang the next one, my face growing red as he inched closer each word.

A weird intermission of high pitched opera singing came on. Then the chorus again.

"Let it in your body and the party won't stop! It's seven kinds of naughty when you let the beat drop! I told you three times said 'Why don't you understand? Tell the DJ drop the beat; don't play some motherf**kin' band!"

I rolled my hips up gently, biting my lip and looking at him, he growled flirtatiously and kissed my neck lightly.

I sang through a giggle, "Let it in your body and the party won't stop! It's seven kinds of naughty when you let the beat drop! I told you four times, said 'Why don't you understand? Tell the DJ drop the beat; don't play some motherf**kin' band!"

He sang again, his breath hot against my neck, "Let it in your body and the party won't stop! It's seven kinds of naughty when you let the beat drop! I said it five times, said 'Why don't you understand?"

"Tell the DJ drop the beat..!" I continued, moaning lightly.

"Don't play some motherf**kin' band!~" he finished the song and looked at me, satisfied with my tomato-red face and my out-of-pace breathing. He winked and turned on his heel, leaving the bar and leaving me with the serious problem of how I am going to get rid of this emotion bottled up inside me.