Mephisto x Reader: A Demon's Right To Love

Anime and Chill (Lemon)

Your PoV:

"I'll get us some housecoats." He walked over to a closet that you hadn't noticed before since it blended in with the rest of the wall so well. He put on a purple and white kimono, and got you one of your favorite color.

"Here," he put it over your shoulders, "it might be a bit long, but it'll work." He tied the sash around your waist. "Now then, what would you like to watch?" He walked over in front of a three-seater couch and opened a cabinet with glass doors containing many boxes of assorted live action and anime movies.

"Wow, you have a lot of these..." You looked over the many titles; you almost picked The Bee Movie as a joke, but you then saw Clannad and chose it. "How about this one?"

He cut the tape on the top of the box with one of his long, pointed nails. "Great pick." He put the disk into the player and sat down on the couch. "Sit next to me, would you darling?"

You did so and snuggled up against him as the movie started. He was so warm and calming to sit with; you struggled not to fall asleep. You felt his left arm delicately wrap around you. After a while, you looked up and saw Mephisto fast asleep with a grand, pleasant smile across his face. That was enough to make anything unpleasant completely leave your mind entirely. You eventually gave in and joined him in his slumber and embrace.

You woke up to your ringtone. Looking over at the table where you had left it, you could barely make out the name Yu..o Ok...m..ra... Yukio! You had forgotten all about the sudden call he had to leave on at lunch. Normally, you would have run over to pick it up immediately, but it felt too nice leaning up against Mephisto, so you let it ring out. You looked over at a clock on the wall; it was roughly eight forty. Looking over at the TV, you saw the credits rolling. Guess both of you missed the movie. You gazed back up at the demon, studying anything you could on him. You noted the definite yet subtle sharpness of his jawline, the cuteness of his pointed ears, the velveteen softness of his hair, the sparkling jade of his eyes... His eyes were open.

"What, something caught your attention, (F/n)?" He snickered quietly at the blush that had arose to your cheeks. "Here, I'll help you out a bit." He picked you up with ease and set you back down on his lap, facing him. "Better?"

"Yeah." You could feel the temperature rising on your face at the closer proximity. You placed a hand on the side of his face; there was something about him that was simply inebriating to you.

"I like it better too. I'm up for anything you are, darling." His eyes twinkled as he leaned forward slightly.

Damn was he ever hot from this angle. "A-anything?.." You weren't sure how far his proposition went.

"Anything. I could get you started, if you want." He tilted his head to the left. "Would you like seal the night with a kiss, d-!"

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his. The tension of the gentle brush made you want more.

"Don't tell me you're done already..." He pressed his hand against your back, moving you up closer against him.

You wrapped your legs around him kissed him again, leaving your lips there a bit longer than before. You did this again and felt his tongue lick your lower lip, asking for entrance, which you quickly gave. His tongue swiftly entered your mouth engaging the fight for dominance; he tasted sweet and fruity like the tea you had drank with him earlier. Highly under skilled in comparison, you lost and let him explore every inch of your mouth. You managed to undo the tie of his kimono before you were completely overtaken by these new feelings. He pulled away from you, panting, leaving a string of saliva between you.

"Ha...ah...can we continue, (F/n)?" Lust was evident in his eyes and the pressure you felt against your crotch.

"Please..." It all felt too good to stop now.

"Let's get somewhere a bit more, hng, suitable." He picked you up bridal style and carried you, locking his lips with yours again. He opened a door, and soon enough, he laid you down on a soft surface, not breaking your connection. You were on a large bed with a pastel lavender spread in an extravagantly decorated room, most likely his. He untied the kimono he gave you and dropped his to the floor noticing you had already undone his. "Someone's a little eager, aren't we?" He traced a finger up the wet line on your striped panties, causing a small moan to escape you. "I want your full consent before I go on; I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." He climbed over top of you, placing a hand on your chest.

"You have every bit of it, Meph."

"Good." He pinned your hands above your head and licked up your neck, looking for the sweet spot. He found with ease and bit down, leaving a large hickey. He started on another one as he took your bra off and then trailed down to your exposed breasts. He took your left nipple into his mouth and circled it with his tongue a few times; he then gave the right one a likewise treatment and squeezed the left with his hand.

"M-Mephis..to...ahh..." It felt absolutely delightful to be under his touch. You gasped as you felt him rub against your womanhood.

"These are in the way..." He snapped his fingers, and with a puff of pink smoke, your underwear were gone. You could feel his hot breath brushing tantalizingly against you. He teasingly licked up your clit; you tried to cover your moan with your hands, but found that they were tied up by a pink with white polka dot tie in a large bow. He did it again, and you managed to stifle your moan. "Aw, c'mon now, don't do that. I want to hear how good I make you feel."

You didn't have a chance to respond as he licked up both sides of your labia and then thrust his tongue inside. Controlling your sounds of pleasure was impossible at this point. You started to feel a knot grow in your stomach, but before it could release, he slipped his tongue back out.

"No cumming yet, dearie.~" He snapped his fingers again, and his boxers disappeared with a cloud of pastel smoke rising to reveal his hard-on; a relived sigh followed. "You sure about this, (F/n)?" He positioned himself at your entrance.

"Take me, Samael." You moaned his given name and saw his composure melt away; he wasted no time in thrusting in, full length. Tears budded in the corners of your eyes from the pain of the tearing of your virgin membrane. The pain was soon replaced by a wash of pleasure.

"C-can I move now, (F/n)?" he grunted and threw his head back.

"Go for it." You struggled to keep your focus as he began pounding into you. "Mephisto! AHH!" He hit a spot that flooded your mind with ecstasy. He hit the sensitive area over and over, bringing you even closer to the edge.

"Fuck you're t-tight..." He grunted and moaned as he sped up to merciless speeds. You walls tightened around him as you struggled to cling to reality.

"Meph, I, aHH!" You were so overridden by the sensations you couldn't get the words out.

"C-cum with me, ahha, (F/n)!" He slammed your hips onto his as he filled you with his hot seed. You hastily followed and cum squirted out and onto the bed sheets.

"Mehp...Mephisto...ahh..." You rode off the high, panting and moaning lightly. Your body jolted as you felt his tongue lick your folds. "T-that's...s-still, ah! S-sensitive, Me-Meph!" It was hard to handle the intensity of the pleasure it gave now.

"What kind of a man would it make me if I didn't clean up my lovely lady?" He grinned widely, licking his fangs. He picked you up and laid you against some pillows at the head of the bed.

You smiled and watched him as he climbed onto the bed beside you. You extended your still tied hands toward him.

"Oh, sorry." He pulled an end and tossed it somewhere across the room. He grabbed the satin edge of the blankets on the bed and pulled them over you and himself. "That any better, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, thanks." You scooted up next to him and wrapped your arms around him. "That was...amazing..." You rested your head in the crook of his neck and shoulder. "I...lo..." You crashed out.

Mephisto's PoV:

I've never had anyone react like that before; no one I've ever fucked before has squirted. No one had ever really complimented me on their own. I don't understand it. Why is this one so different from the rest? Maybe father would know. I said the words, and drifted off into the trance-state to speak with him.