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Looking at the current lottery announcements wasn’t enough of a distraction anymore. He could scam all of Devildom and become the richest demon alive, just like he always wanted, yet something would be missing. Mammon threw his phone onto his bed out of frustration.
The thoughts of you were intrusive yet addictive, and he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to hold you in his arms, to taste you, and to make you scream his name. He took off his glasses and stared into his lap. He was disgusting, imagining you like this. You deserved someone whose head was out of the gutter, someone respectful, someone who wasn’t an idiot and a waste of space like him.
He jolted forward at the sudden bang to his right. You slammed his bedroom door open, staggering toward him.
“Mammmonnn”
“Huh? MC? Who do ya think you are barging in like that! Not that I was scared or anything.”
“I knoww, next time I will make an appointment to not disturb The Great Mammon.”
“Hmph. That’s right. What’re ya in here for anyway?”
“Asmo and I were hanging out and he found some drink that tasted amaaazing. But then he said I had to come home so I -hic- am home.”
“MC, are you drunk?”
“Noo.”
You plopped yourself down on the couch next to Mammon, resting your head on his shoulder. He startled at the unexpected contact. You turned your head, looking up at him with pure adoration in your eyes.
“You’re the best, Mammon. I’m just gonna stay here okay? You feel so good.”
“Whatdoyoumeanifeelsogood ohmygodwhatishappening” mammon.exe has shut down.
Mammon looked away, trying to hide the red on his face and maintain composure. He had always wanted to hold onto you, but now that you were here, asking for his embrace, he felt out of place. Despite how much he wanted to smolder you underneath him and drown in your warmth, he couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t worthy of your praise.
“Ya shouldn’t go around and say that stuff to just anybody MC, someone will take it the wrong way someday, ya know?”
You tugged him until he was closer, both your chests flushed against each other and started playing with his hair. You leaned back just slightly to fully look at him.
“You’re not anybodyy! You’re the Great Mammon remember! Am I not allowed to compliment my first man?”
You softly rubbed your thumb along his jaw and sighed.
“You’re so pretty.”
Mammon felt like he was going to burn under your touch. He was suddenly very aware of your close proximity and felt as though he needed your fingers running through his hair more than he needed to breathe. Losing his senses, he leaned into your touch, even kissing the tip of your thumb. You sighed and gently kissed the tip of his nose.
“No wonder you’re a model. I could look at you allll day. Wait, wait, wait, hold on this will be so cool this line fits you perfectly, okay? Hold still.”
Mammon didn’t think he would have the mental capacity to move if he tried. Everything in his mind was short-circuited due to your heartfelt words and kiss. Slowly you pulled back and cupped Mammon’s cheeks.
“Your eyes are like sapphires.”
The said sapphires gleamed as he processed your hands framing his face. Were you going to kiss him? Was this happening? Instead, you pulled back once more and started to giggle.
“It’s just like the Aristocats! Oh my goodness that was perfect! Mammon that -hic- was amazing! Oh, wait a minute. You don’t know that movie do you? Ooooo we should watch it together! It would be sooo much fun!”
Taken aback from the sudden outburst of energy, Mammon dropped his arms and ended your embrace. He looked at the clock and noted that it was 12:38. He tried to calm himself and hoped the lighting in his room didn’t expose the prominent blush that covered his face and ears.
“MC, shouldn’t ya go to bed? I know you’re drunk, normally you’d never act like this. How about I walk ya to your room.”
He motioned to stand up, but a sharp tug stopped him. He turned in surprise to see you pouting, and the action briefly reminded him of a discarded puppy.
“You can’t leave meee! I wanna stay with you forever!”
Mammon’s heart swelled at the words. You got up on your own and slightly hobbled over to the edge of his bed. You looked down at your clothes with disdain. Wordlessly, you started stripping, pulling your shirt over your head. Mammon felt his eyes bulge out of his head and quickly ran to stop you.
“What’re you doing! MC, you can’t just undress anywhere. What’s wrong with your clothes?!”
He dipped his head down slightly and muttered, “I think ya look great.”
The compliment flew right over your head. Your current state, in which you were only conscious due to Asmo's intervention, significantly lowered your comprehension skills.
“I’m tired, and I can’t sleep -hic- in these! Jeans aren’t comfy! What else am I supposed to do?”
“Just say something ya dope, here.”
Mammon bashfully handed over a loose shirt and old pair of sweatpants and turned around. He tried not to turn red at the thought of you changing behind him. He turned around when he heard you flop onto his bed. A spiral of thoughts hit him like a trainwreck at the sight of you in his clothes. He felt a sense of pride and possessiveness. He wished you would never wear anything else.
“Why are you just staringgg? Are you not tired?”
Mammon was snapped out of his trance. His eyes widened at the implications.
“What you’re- wait you’re going to sleep here?”
You nodded, patting the bed next to you as you shifted under the covers.
“I can’t share a bed with ya! That’s immoral or something! What kind of human trusts a demon to sleep in the same bed with them while drunk! You’re crazy!”
You pulled the same pout as earlier when he was going to leave. Pointedly you looked at Mammon and frowned, trying to draw a reaction from him.
“Well, I don’t want to be alone. I could just -hic- go to Asmo’s room and sleep with him.”
Mammon guffawed and moved to sit on the bed.
“That sicko would do all kinds of stuff! Have ya no self-preservation? Geez MC!”
Mammon reluctantly got under the covers, leaving two feet of space between you.
“I knew you would come! The Great Mammon is irreplaceableee! I would never ever sleep with someone else!”
Mammon was glad the lights were off.
You was lulled awake by a heavy weight on your chest. Blearily you opened your eyes but froze when the weight shifted on top of you. After a few seconds of staring and slow blinking, you were awake enough to process where you were. You quietly gasped when you realized the demon lying on top of you.
Mammon had his head lying on your chest, where he unconsciously nuzzled upwards into your collarbone. Your breath hitched when his eyelashes brushed against your neck. One of his arms was haphazardly thrown across your waist, pulling you closer to him, while the over was under your head, cradling it. The motion felt so tender and full of love. You choked when you noticed his hips unintentionally straddling your side. His left leg was tangled in between your own, his inner thigh pressing against yours.
You reddened at the intimacy of your position. Having been nervous to initiate such romantic physical contact for months, you worried about what happened last night.
Mammon stirred underneath you, mumbling into your skin. You felt like you could pass out. His eyelids fluttered and he sank deeper into your body.
You found yourself tightening your grip on him as well, and couldn’t resist planting a soft kiss in his hair. You rested your cheek on his head and used your thumb to softly stroke right underneath his jawline on his neck.
You whispered mostly to yourself the words that had been bubbling in your throat since you arrived in Devildom.
“I love you Mammon.”
You gasped when Mammon shifted on top of you and looked up to sleepily kiss your cheek.
“I love you too MC.”