Dealing with the Devil (The Devil is a Part Timer)(MaouxEmi)

What was your name again?

Suddenly, she feels someone come up behind her, "Hey. Do I have to teach you a lesson and make you understand the word 'no'?" A guy with dark hair and red eyes walks up and gets in the drunk guy's face.

Emi looks up at this mystery guy, 'Oh my, he's kinda cute... Shit! What are you thinking? He could be a creep too for all I know!'

The drunk guy, annoyed, unwillingly backs off and let's go of Emi's wrist.

Emi massages her wrist and looks down, embarrassed, "Thanks." she manages to mutter out.

"No problem," He shows an uncharacteristic, almost childlike grin.

Emi let's out a small laugh after seeing it. Weirdly, she feels comfortable in his presence, but also feels that he might be dangerous. Confused at the mixed vibes she's getting, before she could say something else, he says,

"See ya around." He winks ever so cooly, grabs a beer, and leaves.

'Damnit I forgot to ask him what his name is.' Emi thinks to herself while she mixes random alcohol into a cup, truly creating a disgusting concoction.

But she drinks it anyways and before long she's back on the dance floor with Rika. She finishes her drink quickly to avoid tasting most of it and gets considerably tipsy, but she's having too much fun to notice. Out the corner of her eye, she spots the mysterious guy who saved her and does something sober Emi would never ever do. She grabs him, drags him onto the dance floor and starts dancing with him. He's surprised but goes along with it. Things get heated, and overly excited, slightly drunk Emi wraps her hands around his neck, looks into his eyes, and smiles. This pushes him over the edge as what kind of man could resist a smile like that? His eyes cloud over, he smirks, pulls her close, and kisses her, deeply, passionately. Emi is taken by surprise but soon kisses him back. Their connection is electric and soon they were headed to find an empty room, still not being able to keep their hands, and lips, off each other.

They find a room and jump on each other, each trying to grab control over one another like hungry animals. Still kissing, he pushes her against the wall, Emi makes a small squeak, his hands go from her boobs, going lower and lower. Meanwhile, her hands grasp at his hair and the section of his t-shirt right above his groin as his fingers make their way slowly up her thighs, under her dress. Her head turns upwards towards the ceiling, and she lets out a little moan. He takes this opportunity to kiss on her neck, making hickies like he's marking his territory. He lifts her up as she wraps her legs around his hips, both people still not willing come up for air, hungrily making out. He drops her on the bed with him on top of her, holding his weight up with his arms. His kisses trail down her neck as he slips down the straps of her dress, revealing her simple black bra. Emi breathes heavily, still recovering from their make-out. He pushes up her bra, revealing her perfectly small round breasts. Pausing briefly to look down at her half naked body, his face changes, now clouded in lust. Emi sees this and blushes, turning her face away in embarrassment, she almost had the urge to cover herself up. He chuckles to himself and places his hand on one breast, his pointer finger stimulating her nipple. Emi lets out a little gasp at this contact and bites her lip to try to stifle her pleasurable moans. While occupying himself by sucking her nipple and fondling her milky breast, he slips his other hand down into her underwear. The mere sensation of his slender fingertips sliding down her stomach made Emi dizzy. She shivers with anticipation and moans with pleasure, he smirks, hearing her make sounds only motivates him to keep going. Emi reaches up and grabs the edge of the pillow, her hips moving as if asking for more. His fingers locate her clit and this was almost enough to send Emi over the edge. By this time, Emi has already gotten considerably wet and the guy had a sizable erection going. Emi, trying to grab his shirt again, miscalculates and instead her hands land on something hard. Looking down to see what it was, her eyes widen as she realizes she has both hands on his hard member, looking sizable, even in those thick jeans he was wearing. She lets out a little yelp and quickly removes her hands, turning beet red.

He notices this and straightens up a bit in order to properly see her face, "I guess you can say I'm a little excited, but I mean who wouldn't be?" He runs his fingers through his messy hair and smiles bashfully.

"Hey...Is it fair that I'm basically naked while you're fully clothed?" Emi remarks with a little sass.

She grabs at his shirt and pants, signaling that she wanted them off. Now. And the guy, half-scared, half-aroused by her bluntness, assists her in taking off his own clothes. Now just in his boxers, she gets a good look at his body. He had a fit but elegant stature, and she would have never thought a guy like this would be packing so much heat. Wasting no time at all, he gets back to his original task. As his head moves down lower to her stomach, Emi had some time to think about her compromising situation.

Sober Emi pops back into her brain and tells her 'Woah woah woahh, not so quick.. You're still a virgin for godsake, are you realllyyy gonna lose your virginity to some guy at a party who you don't even know the name of? I know you said you'd change.. but this is taking the train 5 minutes to Slutsville...' Emi rolls her eyes, knowing that the voice in her head was right, even if she was drunk.

Before he could stick a finger in, Emi, between moans, asks, "Oh yeah, um, by the way, what was your name again?"

She looks down at his face, in between her legs, as he looks up to meet her eyes.

He puts on a devious smile, "I was wondering when you'd ask, I'm Sadao Maou, you must be Emi Yusa, right?" He replies carefully.

Upon hearing this name, the blood drains from Emi's face and her mind blanks out.

"S-Sadao... WHAAAAAAATT?!"