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you walked down the halls of the building, the patter of your feet echoing through the hustle and bustle of the employees flying around and minding their own business.
mammon had forgotten his lunch back home and you volunteered to take it to him, worried that he might not have something to eat at lunch break.
your mind went back to earlier at house of lamentation when mammon had entered the dining room looking all professional and business-like. the brothers had teased him – telling him that he lost a bet, or working a suspicious job or even cosplaying, maybe.
you did not doubt for a second that your first guy will have a job. you're quite impressed and proud, actually. he seems so mature and serious, and not to mention, seeing him in his office getup made your stomach flutter as well somewhere even lower...
you can't help but admire the way his clothes hugged his body perfectly in all the right spots, making it look more like fashion more than a uniform. you sometimes forget that the avatar of greed is a model, seeing him in outfits never fails to make you stare at him in awe and leave you speechless.
and now here you are; after trying and failing miserably to have mammon take his lunch break, you guessed you just had to convince him some other way.
“wh-what are you doin'? we-we can't–”
you shushed him with a finger on his lips. you had scooted on the small space under his desk and nestled yourself between his legs, hands running up and down his thighs that looked great in those pants.
“you have to stay quiet if you don't want to get caught.”
you whispered, hands inching closer to his crotch that is quickly getting hard.
mammon gulped, licking his lips before scooting back and stared down at you – watching your every move, eager to not miss this moment.
“good boy,” you praised, placing a chaste kiss on the inside of his thigh. mammon's hands fisted on the fabric of his pants so hard you feared they would tear.
you reached up to unbuckle his belt slowly, tugging his zipper down as you continued to stare at each other's eyes.
pushing his dress shirt up, you let your eyelids fall and placed open-mouthed kisses on his abdomen, following his white happy trail down to the waistband of his boxers, making mammon whimper.
you looked back up to him as if signalling him to quiet down.
he understood immediately and nodded, gulping down the lump in his throat. you can already see a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead and neck, his breaths getting heavier and irregular.
“m–mc?”
you hummed to let him continue. toying with the band and palming his dick lightly through the material.
“touch me...please...”
he whined, hand coming up to touch your own that started to stroke his clothed cock.
“i am touching you, baby.”
“n-not like that...”
“hmm?”
you continued your torturous pace on him, watching his face and seeing him fight within himself.
“more, please!”
the grip he has on your hand got tighter as he bucked his hips up, chasing the friction he oh so wanted to get from you but you're not giving it to him.
“you need to use your words, babe. how am i going to know what you want?”
you purred, mouth dangerously close to his crotch, batting your eyelashes up at him as you left butterfly kisses on him.
meanwhile, your other hand trailed up and played with the little hairs on his abdomen, loving the way they feel on your fingertips but that just served mammon to lose his mind even more as the teasing is pushing him to the edge even closer.
the way you raise an eyebrow at him made mammon think that he's not going to get what he wanted if he didn't outright tell you right here, right now and he's past the point of worrying about people hearing you two if it meant he'll have your hot mouth around him.
“want...your mouth on m-me,” he finally managed to stutter out, chest heaving from the effort.
giving him a soft smile – too soft for the torture you're giving his body, you finally pulled down the waistband of his boxers, just enough to let his cock out.
mammon sighed in relief once you did so, his blue and yellow eyes never leaving your figure even for a second and the way he looked at you made your heart and your cunt clench.
you did not respond and simply stroked his dick up and down slowly, kissing his pretty pink tip, ready and wanting.
the demon above you groaned when he finally felt your soft hand touching him and your wet tongue lapping at the tip leisurely.
“more, baby. ah! fuck – more!”
so greedy. but you suppose, that's what you loved about him. he always wants and wants and wants. and those wants extended even to you.
so more you gave.
opening your mouth wide, you put the head of his cock in your mouth, slowly working your mouth down and up sensually.
your free hand moved towards his balls, fondling and massaging them. his own went at the top of your head, not to control your movements but to keep your there, occasionally gripping when you suck his dick just right and he'd moan out loud.
as much as you'd love to shut him up, hearing the sounds coming out of his mouth mixed with your name made you want him even more.
you hummed as you took him deep in your throat, breathing through your nose. that earned you an even louder groan from mammon.
“fuck yes, mc! just like that – shit.”
swallowing around him, you went back up for air and gave him a cheeky smile with your wet lips before taking him in again. this time, you set a rhythm that absolutely drove him crazy with the way you moaned around him paired with your hand playing with his balls, while the other trailed up and down his stomach.
as you went faster, mammon bucked his hips harder to chase his quickly approaching orgasm. he kept mumbling and moaning gibberish, mostly about how good it felt, how good you are, and how much he loves you.
“i–i'm gonna! fuck, shit, mc – that feels so good, baby, mm. ”
“please don't stop please don't stop please don't–”
he came with a growl of your name, both hands clutching your hair so hard your scalp ached so good. his hips continued thrusting as his thick cum shoot loads down your throat. meanwhile, you watched him, completely debauched and fucked out – his skin flushed and sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead, his dress shirt undone as some of his cum managed to dribble down his length and balls.
he's so fucking beautiful, it hurts.
cleaning him up, you brought his cock out of your mouth to lick his cum, moaning in delight.
mammon regained his breath, his hand coming up to brush his hair and laughing breathlessly as he looked down at you with lidded eyes and blushing face. you could just eat him up right there.
“that was...i needed that.” he gave you a sheepish smile, pulling you up so you're awkwardly half on the floor and half in his arms and brought your face to give you a sloppy kiss.
as the kiss deepened, mammon pulled you up even higher, grabbing your ass and carrying on top of his desk where he shoved his things aside and immediately latched his lips on your neck.
“we've only got a few minutes 'til lunch break ends. we better make it count, baby.”