"Let's go out to eat." Mettaton smiles big. You scowled. You really wanted to go out but you were very untrusting knowing he'd make you stick to the bet no matter where you were.
"Your going to do something bad while we're there." You accuse him, your eyes just slits.
"Maybe, maybe not. It's up to me. And on that note, you have to go because I say." He grins with a laugh. You scowl at him. "You're kind of a jerk." You grumble.
"I know. Oh and one last thing." He says with a positively evil smirk. "What?" You ask cautiously, suspicious of his face. "I've picked out your out fit for the date."
You groaned and covered your face with your hands.
----Time Skip----
The drive to the restaurant was nerve racking, the thought of being innapropriate with Mettaton in public made you scared, but the thought of what was to come excited you. And you knew he had something inappropriate planed because he had you in a little skirt.
Your nervousness only hightened when Metta pulled up to a fancy restaurant. As the two of you walked to the entrance, you light tugged on Mettaton's shoulder, giving him a nervouse look. "Pl-please don't make me do anything too bad." You mumble.
"Darling, I promise I won't let you get embarrassed." He cooed, running his ha d through your hair.
"Thank you." You sighed and leaned into his hand slightly.
----Time Skip----
Dinner had been going well. You and Mettaton sat down and you ordered and ate. All through the meal he hadn't tried a thing, and you slowly let your guard down.
As you were finishing your meal, the waitor approached your table and asked if you would like dessert. "Yes, she'll have the cherry cake." He replied smiling. As the waitor walked away he turned to you and gave a wicked grin that sent a shiver down your spine.
You squeak suddenly feel his hand beginning to trace patterns inside your thigh. You tremble and slowly look under the table to see he had stretched his arm out and underneath the table.
You drew in a slow, shakey, breath. You wanted to stay collected.
"M-metta what are oh doing?" You asked shakily. He gave you a very annoying smirk. "Well I can't have any dessert so I thought maybe I'd just play with you while I wait." You squirm slightly as his hand slides further beneath your skirt, lightly rubbing the front of your underwear.
"I can skip dessert," you felt lust flutter through you as his fingers began to vibrate weakly. "We could just con- mmm... Continue this at home." you mumble.
He looks at you with lidded eyes. "A very tempting offer..." He bites his lip, thinking for a moment, but shakes his head. "But I'd hate to deprive you of such a delicious dessert." As if to punctuate his sentence, his fingers slip under your underwear and he begins to trace your entrance with one, weakly vibrating, finger.
You bite your lip and let out a soft moan, your cheeks flushing red. Your waitor returns to your table and places your desert before you. "Anything else?" He asks. You quickly shake your head AMD he nods, promising to return with the bill.
Glancing around to make sure no one is watching you, you look up at Mettaton desperately. "Ton-Ton please." you plead, gasping and shoving your hips forward accidentally.
He looks at you with a coy smile, "How is your dessert darling?" he asks. You groan and look at him as if in anguish, trying to convey what you need.
"Oh darling, at least a little bit. Just three bite" He pouts coyly, but you know it's really his way of saying eat some first.
You shakily bring your first bite to your mouth, trying to hold in breathy moans as you chewed. You let out a soft groan at the taste. It was almost exactly like Metta's cum, a sweet cherry flavor.
You look back to him with half lidded eyes and he grins at you knowingly. You gasp loudly and quickly cover your mouth to hold in a moan, as he slowly pushes his finger into you.
You gasp and quiver as he biggins pumping his finger in and out of you slowly, but gaining speed. You bight your lips hard as he slowly adds another finger, with out pausing his movements. His fingers begin to vibrate, not weakly at all, and you moan into your hand.
"Ah-ah Mmm-Mettaton." You gasp out, your knees shaking at the pleasure. He smirks and begins to teasingly press his thumb into your clit, bringing you oh so close to your climax.
You pale as your waiter returns with the bill and gives you an odd look. "Are okay?" He asks. You flush worse and glance at Metta, who has still not stopped. "She isn't feeling very well right now, but she'll be fine." He says calmly.
It kind of make you wanna punch him, but your a little preoccupied. As soon as the waitor leaves Mettaton scissors and curls his fingers inside you, the vibrating increasing. It takes moments for you yo come.
You gasp and shudder holding a hand firmly to your mouth, as you climaxed in your chair. Mettaton chuckled at you, removing his hand from you. He quickly pays and helps you up from your seat.
As the two of you walk to the car he asks, "See, not so bad right?" You glare up at him and he flashes you a grin. "I hate you." You mumble pulling him in for a kiss.
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Lessons ( Mettaton X Reader)
Разное(The reader is female, but if you message me I can make a book of a non binary or male character.) You're a hopelessly innocent virgin, and Mettaton decides you've been that way for too long. To get you caught up, he give you some... lessons~.
