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Bars and clubs were never your thing, even when you lived in the human world. So..when Asmo asked you, no pleaded with you to join him at this new club that had just opened you were hesitant to agree. However, charmed or not you were too nice to say no to the demon. That brings you back to your current position, seated at the bar...alone.
You and Asmo had been here all of 10 minutes before someone had caught his eye and they whisked off to who-knows-where. With each other's tongues down their throats. Ugh.
You stare longingly at whatever it was you were drinking, absent-mindedly tracing the rim of the glass with your finger. In the low light of the building a head of white hair catches your attention.You strain your eyes to see if it was just your mind playing tricks on you, but there was no mistaking those yellow sunglasses for anyone else's. You slowly make your way through the crowd, pushing and bumping into patrons to get over to the table he was sitting at. Much to your surprise the demon doesn't notice you even when you sit down next to him.
"Fancy seeing you here stranger." You start and do your best to hold back a snicker when Mammon practically jumps in his seat. His head snaps up in your direction and his look of disgust quickly changes once he realizes it's you.
"Shit MC...ya can't just sneak up on a guy like that!" He pretends to scold you, but his playful tone says otherwise. "What're you even doin' here?"
"Asmo invited me out, though I'm not sure where he is anymore." You try to sound unbothered, but truthfully you didn't want to spend another second in this crowd. If you hadn't seen Mammon you would have already been on your way out the door back to the safety of your room at the House of Lamentation.
"Asmo that guy...leavn' you in a place like this alone? Doesn't he know how fragile humans are? You're gonna get eaten by demons if ya stay by yourself." The white haired demon shakes his head, pointing towards you to emphasize his point. "It's a good thing ya found me. The Great Mammon will protect you."
You prop your head up with your arm on the table and laugh to yourself. Even under these circumstances Mammon is still the same towards you. Ever since you came to the devildom he's always looked out for you, even if he'd never admit it. It was something that always made you feel a little closer to him than the rest of his brothers.
Despite the dim mood lighting of the bar, you notice the small flush that creeps it's way across his face. "H-hey what're ya laughin' at?" His usual tough-guy act quickly crumbles and it sends you into another giggle-fit. In your hunched over position you don't notice the figure making its way up behind you until you feel an unfamiliar hand on your shoulder.
"Hey there, I couldn't help but notice you sitting alone earlier. Need someone to show you a good time?" You quickly spin around in your chair to see who has approached you when your eyes meet with a strange demon's. He leans in closer to you and flashes a predatory smile like you couldn't possibly say no.
"Ah- I appreciate the offer but I'm fine." You do your best to muster a polite smile, but his grip on you tightened. Shit. You feel your heart begin to quicken and shrink back into the chair.
"Please, I insist." An uncomfortable feeling began to swirl in your chest, but before you could think of a reply the sound of a chair screeching across the floor rings in your ears. Mammon looms over you and he snatches the demon's wrist up off your shoulder.
"They told ya no. Take a hint." He practically growls, sending a shiver down your spine. Mammon rarely ever got serious around you, but this time you swear he was seeing red. The strange demon takes a step back and Mammon snakes an arm around your waist, squeezing you tightly. "They're with me so beat it." He stares daggers at the offender until the demon throws his arms up in defeat. "Alright man, I get it. Chill. I didn't know this human was yours." The stranger slinkes off into the crowd as fast as he had showed up and Mammon turns his attention back on you.
"Are you okay? He didn't hurt ya did he?" His expression softens back to his usual self as his blue-gold eyes scan over you with worry. You expected him to move away but his arm remains securely around you. The warmth from him is more than welcome as you try to compose yourself.
"I-I'm fine Mams. Thank you." You look at him with the best smile you can mange, but you can still hear your heart pounding in your head. Instances like this were exactly why you hated going out, you couldn't handle confrontation. You always have trouble standing up for yourself and this time was no different. A squeeze from Mammon pulls you out of the thick of your thoughts.
"Ya really expect me to believe that?" The demon's face turns serious again and he crouches down to your level. Your face heats up at the sudden close proximity, and now your heart was pounding for a different reason. Since when did Mammon being this close make your heart race? You accidentally let out an exacerbated sigh, this wasn't how your night out was supposed to go.
"You're really out of your element here aren't ya? Why did you tell Asmo you'd come? Sheesh.." He rambles off, reaching up to brush a piece of your hair out of your face before he realizea what he's doing.
"I-I mean...if ya wanted to have a good time ya shoulda asked me to take you out. Obviously I know what you'd like more than Asmo.."
Feeling a wave of confidence come from nowhere, you grab his hand before he could pull it back and hold it to your cheek. Mammon's face flushes crimson but he doesn't make a move to pull away. The demon's eyes widen and he averts his gaze to the floor. His reaction is almost cute. Almost. "Mammon." You whisper, your voice is barely heard by him over the music and crowd around you.
"Y-yeah?" His eyes slowly find yours again and you lean down closer to him. Your heart feels like it's going to jump out of your throat at the sight of him, a blushing mess, crouched down in front of you. You reach down and hold his face between your hands. You swear Mammon can hear your heart pounding at this point. "Thank you. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't found you earlier."
"I-It's nothin'. The Mammon always has your back." You can feel the heat radiating from his cheeks, giving away his nonchalant act. Much to your surprise he takes one of your hands and turns it over to kiss your palm, causing more butterflies to swirl in your stomach. "I'll always be here for ya, MC." His eyes gleam with an emotion you haven't seen before, and he scoots across the floor closer to your chair. Warm, strong arms find their way around your waist and suddenly the white haired demon has his face buried in your lap.
Something pulls at your heart once more and you run a hand through those icy locks, earning a satisfied hum from the demon. "Mammon, look at me please." You whisper again into his ear, afraid if you talk any louder your voice would give away just how nervous you are. He obliges your request and those captivating eyes meet yours. A shaky hand caresses his chin and you find yourself leaning in before you could process what was happening. Your lips gently brush against his, sending what feels like a jolt of electricity through your whole body. The wave of confidence you had didn't last long and you pull away after only a fleeting moment, leaving the demon in your lap frozen in place.
"Mammon I'm sorry I..I didn't mean.." You begin to panic. This isn't how you imagined this night to go at all. You knew you had a small crush on the avatar of greed, but you don't know what in the devildom has come over you to just kiss him out of the blue like that. You squeeze your eyes shut trying to drown out your thoughts. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Again it's a gentle tug on your shirt from the demon that brings you back to reality.
"I'm gonna need ya to do that again." He said softly, his voice breaking. His arms are still gripping tightly around you.
"W-what?" You squeak out, several emotions running around in your head. Did he say again? What does-
"Please MC. Do it again." You finally catch a glimpse of his full face. His cheeks are covered with that light crimson, but there is a look of determination in those gold-flecked eyes. Mammon gently cups your cheek, bringing your faces close again. He stops just as your noses are brushing against each other and gives you a questioning, pleading look. You swallow your inhibitions as best you can, and close the gap between you once again.
Mammon's lips feel so soft and warm against your own that you almost forget your uncomfortable and loud surroundings. The demon moves his mouth with yours in perfect sync, making his feelings clear without words. He places his hands on your thighs, hoisting himself up to meet your lips head-on. You teeth accidentally catch his bottom lip and it causes him to groan into your mouth. You're not sure why but something in you wanted to hear more, needed to hear more of him. With a fire of want now lit under you, all your anxieties from earlier were long gone.
Relishing in the little bit of control of the situation you had, you slide your tongue across his lips asking for entry. Mammon happily gives it to you, and you lick into his mouth with every emotion you're too scared to admit at this moment. The demon glides his tongue along yours, sucking and leaving no part of your mouth unexplored. He suddenly pulls away from you which elicits a noise from your throat you didn't know you could make. Your disappointment quickly fades when his lips meet the side of your neck.
Mammon peppers your skin with feather-light kisses at first, but the more you writhe in your seat the hungrier it makes him. Another gasp leaves your lips when his teeth find your collarbone. He feverishly nips at you, leaving marks you know you aren't going to be able to cover with your uniform tomorrow.
"Mammon..." His name comes out breathy. Your thoughts are swirling around in your head a million miles a second. You can't believe any of this is actually happening. The demon looks up at you with greedy eyes before suddenly scooping you up out of your chair and into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. You hardly have a chance to catch your breath when he begins carrying you through the crowd. "Mams where-" before you can ask him where you're going his breath tickles your ear, forming goosebumps along your skin.
"I don't want anyone seein' ya like this.." He whispers. His voice is low and raspy and it sends tingles down your spine. You involuntary shudder in his arms seeing him so in charge, so possessive. Before you know it Mammon has you inside one of the backrooms of the club, no doubt for demons like Asmo who plan to hook-up away from prying eyes. You grimace at the memory of him sucking face with a stranger, though now you're doing the exact thing the avatar of lust abandoned you for. At least you have feelings for Mammon.
Your face flushes at the thought, but the force of Mammon pinning you against the wall brings you out of your daze. His lips find your pulse point, drawing out little gasps and moans from your throat. A hand makes its way to the hem of your shirt before it stops suddenly. "MC...Can I-...I want to-..I need ya to tell me you want to." Mammon whispers to you, gently pressing his forehead to yours. There's a hint of desperation in his tone and you swear you can feel him trembling. Those blue-gold eyes search yours again for any trace of doubt, but you know how to erase all of his worries.
You gently cradle his chin between your fingers, taking in how soft his skin feels underneath your finger tips before speaking. "Mammon. Mams. Monney." You drawl out the nickname as sweet as honey, earning a whine from the demon holding you up against the wall. "Please. I want you to ruin me."
As if a switch has been turned on inside of him, his hands quickly peeled off your shirt. There wasn't much covering you to begin with since Asmo had convinced you to wear an outfit that revealed more than you're used to, but now you're beginning to regret it with Mammons eyes all over you.
The feeling of his mouth over your nipple shocks you back to reality in an instant. His tounge swirls around the sensitive bud, elicting a loud moan from you. The demon uses his fingers to tweak at the other which in turn you become a squirming mess against him.The heat building between your legs becomes too much for you to ignore and your left which an ache for more.
As if he's reading your mind Mammon begins to kiss and lick his way down to your waist, stopping to remove your bottoms. He shoots you a smug look before taking your zipper between his teeth and pulling it down. The sight goes straight to your crotch and you aren't sure if you can take any more of this without exploding.
With nothing left in his way his fingers find their way into you, curling in just the right way he has you seeing stars. "Just so you know...ya can't go wearin' outfits like that for anybody else..." He whispers into your ear before giving it a nibble. His fingers stroke in and out of you while he adds more love bites to the collection forming around your neck.
"Oh...god...Mammon.." You plead into his shoulder, the pleasure coiling inside of you to the point it's about to boil over. Before you can reach your much sought after release, he takes his fingers away leaving you to whimper at the empty feeling.
"Say it again darlin'. Tell me what ya want." Suddenly he's teasing you- grinding his clothed erection against you, drawing more whines of protest out of your mouth.
"Please Mams...I want you.." You cry shamefully, your body begging for something to fill the unsatisfied need growing inside you. You hips involuntarily move against his causing the demon to groan under his breath. You hear the sound of his belt coming undone and suddenly his cock is out and rubbing against your skin.
Your eyes widened hungrily at the sight before your head snaps backwards from the feeling of him holding the tip near your entrance. "Last chance to change your mind, Treasure." He grunts out in a restrained voice, his eyes searching your expression for any doubt. As much as you would have liked your first time with the avatar of greed to be literally anywhere else, you couldn't ignore the throbbing sensation between your legs begging for more. You gingerly bite your lip and shake your head 'no' in response to his question and it's all the approval he needs.
Mammon burrys his full length into you agonizingly slow, causing you to suck in air as he fills you up to the brim. He gives your walls a moment to adjust around him before gently drawing his hips back to thrust into you. To say you were prepared would be a lie, as a demon his size wasn't anything you're used to and the feeling of him hitting every inch of you elicits a loud "Fuck" to spill from your lips.
He shoots you a concerned glance, and you nod your head for him to continue. "..'M fine.." You manage to get out and his expression softens. This time his thrust is quicker but you're more used to the feeling of his length stretching your walls. He begins to pepper you with licks and kisses along your chest as he pounds up into you with a steady rhythm, causing you to mumble a string of profanities.
That tingly feeling builds inside of you once again and you feel your legs buckle underneath you. The demon holds you up against the wall, wrapping your legs around him as he continues his pace. The new position has you reeling. His cock manages to hit you even deeper now in places you didn't know it could and you grip tightly onto his shoulder blades to keep yourself grounded.
Your eyes haze over with pleasure as the sensation coils inside your chest, and all you can think about now is how Mammon is slamming his hips into yours. You can tell the demon is losing his composure too as his breathing begins to grow ragged and he loses his rhythm from before. His tounge finds your nipple again, causing the heat building inside you to finally boil over and your walls clamp down around him. You cum with a cry of his name and he fucks you through your orgasm with increasingly harder thrusts.
All your thoughts have turned into mush as he continues to fuck you raw and you cry out his name like a prayer. "Mammon...oh...Mammon.." A hand finds its way over your mouth and lustful eyes meet yours.
"Shh..someone...might hear.." the demon groans out between thrusts. You carry on moaning into his hand, eyes rolling back into your head and he rams so hard into you you're sure you'll be feeling it for weeks afterwards. "Fuck, Treasure I'm gonna.." Suddenly he spills into you and the feeling practically makes you cum again. Sharp fangs find your collarbone and they sink into you while he draws out every last drop. The feeling of it all has you trembling. You both stay like that for a moment before he slides you both to the ground and pulls out of you.
All of a sudden Mammon's bashful demeanor returns and he's scrambling to clean you up while muttering all sorts of apologies. All you can do is lie there and catch your breath. After a few moments he's got you dressed again and pulls you into his lap.
You both aren't ready to fully admit your feelings for each other nor explain what just happened, but the way you're holding one other close says more than enough for the both of you. You're gently running your hands through his ivory locks when the faint glow of your D.D.D catches your eye. Asmo's name shows up on the notification and you half whisper: "Shit. I forgot Asmo's still here."
"Forget about him. It's his fault he left ya. He shoulda known some demon would come and snatch you up when you're all by yourself." He gives you a gentle peck on the nose before flashing his signature shit-eating smirk. Mammon was right of course. He'd shown you a better time than any party Asmo could have invited you to. Maybe he'd have to take you out more often.