Mephisto Pheles x Reader: Advice

"So, let's get down to business, shall we?"

You stood behind the large leather chair, facing him with the smuggest look on your face. He sat in his armchair with his elbows on the table, fingers locked, and scruffy chin resting atop them. He raised his eyebrows and waited for you to give your speech while returning your amusing smirk.

"Look, I know what you're trying to do with the Okumaru twins is informative and amusing for both you and that disgusting brother of yours, but I honestly think you shouldn't be pushing them this hard." You walked from around the chair while running your fingers along the armrest; his expression shifted slightly, yet his dull green eyes still followed you.

"Maybe you should observe movements from afar, judge what they're capable of, then decide whether or not to throw Amaimon into the equation."

His lips curled and that sly smile returned. "_____, I do believe I am fully aware of what I'm doing." He unlocked his fingers and brought his arms out to either side of him, dramatically showing off his full wingspan. "I am much more than meets the eye."

You clicked your teeth under your breath. You knew how small of a chance you had at getting what you want from Mephisto, especially without some ridiculous deal in the process, so the only way you could think of to have the most beneficial end of the bargain was seduction, of course. Oh, and force. Forceful seduction.

"Well, yes, I guess you could say that," you said when you reached his desk. When you began making your way around it, he dropped his arms modestly, and his smile faded to a confused mouth ajar. You changed your outfit with a snap of your fingers -- as a demon similar to him, you had a decent range of shortcuts available to you -- a short, slutty skirt, much like the uniforms at this academy, and a tight shirt that shaped to you perfectly.

"I'm sure there's much more to you than this eclectic attire," you said quietly, now in front of him. He brought his arms back down to his armrests and eyed you cautiously. Slowly crawling up onto the chair, you brushed your hand up the inside of his thigh and watched as he lifted his chin slightly, now with a look of displeasure, yet you sensed a hint of satisfaction. You felt his hands slowly move, only to hover above your hips, remaining there while you slid your legs through the space between the armrests.

"Look, Mephistopheles, son of Satan," you said coolly, slowly lifting your arms up to rest them on his shoulders. "As an advisor of Satan, you would do well to take advice from me."

A slight smile flickered on his face. "I feel like your intentions aren't as they seem. Why is it that you feel the need to --"

"Why else?" you said curtly, pulling his head closer to you. You grabbed the rim of his top hat and tossed it behind you, making sure it landed upright on the end table between the two armchairs. "You would never let me get my way otherwise."

He let out a pleased chuckle. "Well, I'm still not planning on --"

You had cupped your hand around the only bulge in his non pleated white pants and playfully rubbed and squeezed it accordingly; his smile faded, but his eyes widened in unexpected pleasure. With your other hand, you playfully brushed and tugged at the hair behind his neck that seemed to spike up unnaturally. You leaned in closer with his gaze never faltering.

As you thought you weren't getting anywhere, you glided your hand up his torso, cupped his goatee, and shoved your hips forward, leaving no space between the two of you. You watched as his eyes rolled back slightly, and decided to take this somewhere. You moved your hips back and forth, grinding yourself against the single protrusion from his pants; to the greatest avail, you finally felt him get more and more erect.

When you lowered your head to bite his ear, he tilted his head with your movements and exposed a small patch of skin above his cravat -- you took your opportunity. You pulled it loose and began dragging your lips down his neck, then sucked on the small patch of exposed skin, continuing to ride your hips against him. You heard him let out a breath, and felt one of his hands accidentally tap your butt; you didn't realize that he had continued to restrain himself this whole time.

You unhooked the strap holding his cloak together and let it drape over his shoulders, then brushed your hands over it, watching a small shiver run up his spine, then ran them back down to the top of those satin pants of his.

After not seeming to evoke much of a response, you had felt the discouragement take over; you began slowing your movements. However, to your surprise, you felt those strong hands that he held above your butt this whole time finally clamp down, squeezing the skin, and digging his nails into the fabric of what little skirt there was. Your eyes shot open, and you felt a blush fall over your cheeks.

He adjusted himself to ensure that he had a tight grip on you, and threw you back on top of his desk, letting the small of your back then rest on the edge of the table as he pulled out his member. With one hand still clasped onto your left butt cheek, he slipped your thin, slutty panties over to one side of your lips with the other, and slid himself inside of you.

“Oh my good L—...ugh! Mephisto…” You couldn’t quite make out what your mind was trying to put together. The feeling of being thrown around so harshly made you shiver it felt so good. Oh, but this is your subordinate; there was no way you would be caught with someone lesser to you. But those hands…

He thrust himself inside of you, letting you feel not only his whole length plunging inside of you, but also the edge of the desk jabbing into your back. You let out a raspy sigh of pleasure and tried to prop yourself up to get him to flip you over. He continued to pound you, regardless of your movements, but with a confused look, he seemed to catch onto your plan. He abruptly pulled himself out of you with a quiet moan, grabbed the small of your back, spun you around, and pushed you back down so that your cheek now rested on the desk.

You let out another whimper of pleasure as he grabbed both of your hands and pulled them together behind you, still with his other gloved hand gripping onto your hair. He gave a hard tug on it so that you arched your back up, feeling every neuron firing from the crown of your head. No matter how hard you tried, a whine continued to escape your throat.

“Ah, my love,” he said, pulling your head up as far as you could stretch. He leaned down and whispered into your ear, “This is what you were asking for, no?”

He found your opening, and shoved himself inside once more, hearing you cry out with each thrust. He let go of your hands, bit the top part of the glove on his middle finger and pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor. He reached down to find your clitoris and began playing with it while he continued to occupy your vaginal opening.

Oh, goodness, that thing is so sensitive! It felt good, but at the same time felt awful...you wanted more. You wanted him to keep going.

You grabbed his wrist, and made him rub it faster, and harder, to which he generously complied. You felt as if you were going to relieve yourself, but you held it back as best you could. However, you felt him tense up. He sped up his movements, and thrust harder and harder, until you heard an exasperated sigh; you felt him slow down and remove his hand from your hood.

After a few seconds of vigorous panting and catching your breath, he pulled himself from you, leaving the slimy string his semen trickling down your lips and onto your inner thighs. He fell back onto his armchair while you slipped onto the floor, your legs feeling like limp noodles.

A moment of heavy breathing passed and you finally turned around to look at him, who was smiling contentedly back at you.

“I think I’d might as well start taking advice from my advisor,” he said slyly. You shifted, and felt a smile creep onto your face.

“You know, Mephistopheles, that wouldn’t be too bad of an idea.”