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watched the birthday story video for the first time and immediately had to think about how he’s just been waiting there with those flowers probably super nervous and all
(reference to this pic)
just do me a favor and do not zoom into the flowers like i really hate drawing them and just gave up halfway through
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A/N: Mephisto is at least trying to put in the effort to get to know you better. Too bad he picked something you know nothing about.
I'm not as happy with this one as I would have liked, but it's at the point where any more changes will have me give up on it. In a way, a continuation of the sort of story line from the Kinktober one-shots from 2025 with Mephisto. One Two
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When you told Mephisto over text that you’d come to watch him at the racecourse, you had agreed to his request on the basis of trying to get to know him better. Sure, you were getting to know his bedroom preferences pretty well, but that wasn’t getting to know the man himself.
Even if his sobbnish attitude still made you want to smack him upside the head most of the time.
When you accepted, you didn’t expect him to send an outfit over to the House of Lamentation. Or for it to include all the accessories, from a hat to a bag, right down to shoes that matched. The note had you ready to throw the entire thing in the fireplace in the living room.
Kindly wear it - M
Asmo’s squealing saved it. In the end, you did put it on this morning… After Lucifer refused to let you leave the house in your preferred style of clothing.
At least you didn’t feel as weird once you arrived and Mephisto’s driver was at the entrance waiting for you. Serving as a guide to get you into the stands, where you realized the noble you were in a situationship with had placed you right beside other noble demons. If it wasn’t for how clueless you were about horses and racing you might have looked like you fit right in.
Yeah right.
You stuck out like a sore thumb the moment you saw Mephisto sitting atop his horse inside a little gated box beside other riders and horses. Giving him a wave, and you can just sense from the way his shoulders stiffen that he wants to rub at his face in frustration.
Example number two of you not belonging was when you yelled out when Mephisto's horse crossed the finish line first. Apparently that wasn’t proper conduct.
At least the magenta-haired demon was only in the one race, so after he and his horse were cleared out of the fancy area in the center of the racetrack, his butler found you and guided you to another area that made you feel less like the odd one out.
Resting your arms on the door to the stall, watching Mephisto as he brushed his horse. Listening to him ramble on and trying to follow what he was saying. So far, you had no idea what he was talking about at all. Other than his horse’s name was Abbadon.
“Wait.” You interrupt him as your eyebrows furrow. “So why do you get a trophy? Abbadon won. You were just sitting there.” Sure, the horse isn’t going to care but it seems kind of strange.
You watch as his hand stops moving the brush along Abbadon’s back, those green eyes disappearing as he closes his eyelids. You watch his chest expand, long and slow, and you can feel the waves of frustration coming off him.
“Abbadon did receive a ribbon, as well as his lifetime record being updated to reflect his newest win.” A slow, measured exhale before he opens his eyes. “He and I have been training for almost ten years.”
“So that gets you the trophy?”
“No.” This time he doesn’t hide his sigh. “I was entrusted with guiding him. If I had failed him today, no amount of talent on Abbadon's part would have changed the outcome.”
“Ok so you sit on him really well when he goes fast-”
“Gallops.”
“Whatever. He’s still the one who did all the work and you got a trophy for guiding him?” Watching him lift his free hand to squeeze the bridge of his nose.
“The win is Abbadon’s. I will not argue that with you.” Stepping away from his horse and placing the brush on a bench before approaching you. “However, there is a great deal more to this sport, and it involves a myriad of factors outside of, as you put it, him doing all the work. We are a team, yes, however without him there is not much of a team.” Resting his arms on the ledge along the top of the door so they’re just outside of yours.
“That sounds like something someone who smacks a horse’s butt with a stick would say instead of admitting they sit on the horse.” Watching his expression shift, and you hear him click his tongue.
“It is a riding crop.” Hissing the words through his teeth. “It is a training aid and a means of communication. If I wished merely to strike him into running faster, I would be a poor rider indeed.” This close, you can smell his cologne, along with the undercurrent of his own natural scent.
You find yourself leaning closer, lifting one of your hands up to toy with the collar of his jockey shirt. “As long as you don’t try to train me with it.” The silken material was even softer than most of the shirts you felt that he wore.
“You’re far too insufferable to adhere to any training regime.” His arms moved closer, and you could feel the heat from his body sinking into your skin.
“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” Letting out a small laugh before you push yourself onto your toes to press your lips against his briefly. “I might have no idea what happened today, but you looked like you were in your element.” Smirking as you lower yourself back to your feet. “I’m proud of your horse.” You watch his eyes narrow as one of his eyebrows rises. “Well.” You let out a small snort. “And you. I guess.”
You squeal.
Mephisto seems to have had enough of your teasing. He reached down and grabbed you, pulling you over the door and into the stall. Keeping you pulled flush against his body as he looked down his nose at you. “You should be proud of Abbadon; his breeding is-”
You hook your fingers into his collar and use it to yank his head down, pressing your lips against his hard enough that your teeth clack together. Slipping your tongue into his open mouth to glide it along his. Tasting the hint of the celebratory demonus he’d been drinking earlier. Breaking the kiss when your lungs started to burn, just as he started to reciprocate. “If we’re gonna talk about any kind of breeding, it’s not gonna be about horses.”
“My invitation was not a guise for an ulterior motive.” His hands ghost along your arms, your skin covered in fine bumps from the barely there touch. “This is also a public location.” He might say that, but there’s no denying that those white pants he was wearing are a lot tighter than earlier.
'Since I was brought here.” Trailing your index finger down the center of his chest. “No one else has come in.” Rubbing the bulge in his pants. “Please, Mephisto.” Tilting your head so you can press your lips along the underside of his jaw.
You feel the way his lungs deflate as his hands move to the small of your back. “I need your word that you can keep your voice low.”
“Oh.” You pause for a moment, remembering exactly where you are and what it might mean for Mephisto if the two of you get caught. “Maybe not then, I don’t want you to risk getting in trouble.”
He doesn’t answer you. His lips move as he utters a spell in the demon language to quickly for you to follow. The smallest shimmer appears at the edges of the stall. “I’ve enchanted Abbadon’s stall so if anyone were to look in, they would just see him.” Using one of his fingers to tilt your chin upwards for a sensual kiss. “Hence the need to keep your voice down.”
You just nod. The two of you leaning into one another, tongues coiling together as you hum against his mouth. You aren’t sure who moves first, but somehow the two of you end up in one of the far corners of the stall. Mephisto’s pants opened just enough to free his cock, seated on the floor with his knees raised. Giving you a platform to sit in his lap while he had your underwear pushed to the side, allowing you to bounce along his shaft.
With your hands resting on his shoulders for leverage, you enjoy the way he stretches your core. Lifting yourself up until just his tip is the only thing inside your slick walls before dropping down to his base. As you ride him, and the familiar tingling along your spine returns, your eyes land on a riding crop and you lick your lips.
“So…” Trailing off as you move one of your hands closer to his neck. “Does this make me the rider?” Slowing long enough to nip at his lips. “Or the horse?”
“The term is jockey.” The back of his head pressed against the wooden side of the stall. “In this situation.” His lips are parted, his chest heaving. “You are.” A twitch of his cock, and you shift your position. Each roll of your hips has his tip pressing against a bundle of nerves that makes your walls spasm. “You’re excelling in guiding me.”
“Was that a joke?” Almost chuckling at the way he’s sporting a soft grin. His hand gliding along your side as he lets out a stuttered exhale.
“Perhaps.” Flicking his knees in a way that your position shifts, and you know what he wants. Sliding your lips along his as the two of you engage in a kiss that is uncoordinated, your hips faltering as your orgasm builds.
When his thumb presses against your clit, you freeze. Your cunt clamping down hard enough that Mephisto follows you into bliss, his release spreading a different kind of warmth in your core.
When you pull away from his lips, you can’t help but smile before you let your head fall against his shoulder. “Thanks for letting me have some fun.”
“I still need to finish rubbing down Abbadon.” You feel his lips press against your temple. “I’ll take you home later to finish.”
“In a bit.” Closing your eyes as you settle in. “I wanna enjoy the afterglow.” Letting yourself fall into a light slumber.
“Insufferable as always.” He shifts, and you feel something tugged over your body as he seems to accept he’s stuck for a short while.
When you next open your eyes, you feel Mephisto holding one of your hands. Pressing his lips to the middle section of each of your fingers. Opening your eyes to see a tender expression across his face that makes your heart melt. “I think that’s the softest you’ve ever looked.”
“You are wearing down my resistance to your shenanigans.” Twisting his hand and interlacing your fingers. “Even if you are crude on occasion.” That makes you smile, and you don’t lift head when you hear a different kind of snort. You might have forgotten about his horse.
“Think Abbadon is jealous his master got to have fun with a female companion after the race?”
“There have been several breeding offers for him.” You had said it as a joke, but it makes something that’s been lingering at the back of your mind come to the forefront.
“Any ponies?”
“No. Why would someone wish to breed a pony with a horse such as Abbadon?” He’s genuinely confused, and you use it as an opening.
“Well.” Swallowing as you shift in his lap. “I guess I thought it would be like us. Since I’m a pretty different breed than you. Maybe Abbadon wants something a little different to keep him company.”
“We are not like equestrians.” A sigh that makes the fine hairs atop your head shift. “Much as you do grate on my nerves at times, I am rather fond of you.” His arms tighten around your middle. “Our offspring would certainly be different compared to the results of breeding between a pony and horse.”
You slowly tilt so you can look at him, your eyebrows drawn. “Ugh. I thought horses and ponies were different species?”
“No. They are quite compatible; it merely takes planning to ensure the safety of the mare and foal.” You blink, your mind racing.
“Wait.” Lifting one of your hands with your index up as if you were pointing towards the ceiling. “You mean, humans and demons can have kids?”
“Yes.” A sigh. “Have you not been paying attention in your classes at RAD. I can assure you part of the exchange curriculum is focused on demon-”
“You’re wearing a condom from now on.” Rubbing at your face as you feel the tips of your ears start to burn. “I am not ready to deal with a little version of you. Especially not when I still have no idea what we are.”
“I invited you today as I wanted to broach the subject of courting. It was part of my logic in having you in the grandstand with nobility that has served the royal family in a similar capacity as to mine.” Yeah, you need to get Lucifer to give you a lesson on customs of Devildom nobles. Trying to hide your face in Mephisto’s chest to hide your embarrassment.
At least you can put a label on your relationship with him now.
