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You’re so fucking excited for this pizza.

It’s been tough lately. Job problems, money problems, commute problems–no one’s bought anything off your Etsy shop in a while either. But! None of that compares to the pan crust, parmesan sprinkled and garlic sauced medium pepperoni pizza that you ordered yourself. You keep pacing back and forth in your living room in excitement, ready to sink your teeth into the deliciously salty, cheesy, doughy meal that’s coming in–you check your phone– seven minutes! Fuck yeah. 

You reply to a few texts while you flop on your couch, stroking the velvet texture of it. You’re proud of yourself for it too, you got a tufted velvet couch for two hundred dollars! You reminisce over your steal until you hear the doorbell and three quick knocks at your door. Pizza time.

You excitedly hop up from your couch, nearly skidding to the door in your fluffy socks. You’re so pumped you forget to grab your wallet, unlocking the door and whipping it open with such force the wind from it wooshes past your face. 

Your giddy grin drops a bit when you notice the absolute god in a Devil’s Hut uniform that stands at your door. 

He’s a bit taller than you, with snow-white hair that has sunglasses resting atop it. His rich blue eyes meet yours, beautifully tan skin crinkling as he grins back at you. His eyes are tired, but bright and they take your breath away. His strong hands adorned with glittering rings reach to the pizza bag resting on his shoulder. He hefts it around, effortlessly pulling your dinner out of it and holding it one handed while he hefts the bag to rest on his shoulder again. He says your name like a question, confirming that it’s your pizza he’s holding and you’re so stunned you actually stutter. You fucking stutter. “Uh, um… yeah-uh, yes! That’s me,” you say, voice a little high as you scramble to be normal. 

“Here ya go, that’ll be fourteen thirty-nine,” he recites from your receipt, holding your pizza out to you.

“Ah, right! Where is my… oh, hold on one second,” you say, turning around and getting your wallet off the coffee table. Your grin drops completely when you check and realize you don’t have your twenty dollars anymore.

The twenty dollars… that you spent on commuting the day before. 

Fuck! You forgot!

Your account is overdrawn, and there’s no way you have enough change to make fifteen dollars plus a tip for your handsome delivery guy.

Your gut is hot with panic, while your skin gets cold and clammy. Fuck fuck fuck. Um, okay, you swallow your pride and shoot your dad a quick text to send you $50 for the week while you wait to get paid. That way you could head to the bank and withdraw a twenty. God! Only a few more days till payday.

Unfortunately, this seems to be one of the days your dad is busy and he doesn’t answer immediately. You call him, four beeps and nothing, just voicemail. Your gut is tightening by the second, your heart rate picking up, and you glance back, noticing the delivery driver getting impatient–antsy to get to work. 

“Ya alright over there?” he calls out to you, eyebrow raised as he notices your fretting.

Welp. No more stalling. Might as well come out with it. 

“Um… so like, I don’t have the money…” you say, shuffling over to him apologetically. He says nothing, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“What?” he balks, almost like he didn’t mean to say that out loud and you cringe. 

An idea pops in your head. You don’t have money, but he is handsome and well. Maybe he’ll take you up on it?

“...But like. Would you like pussy instead?” you ask lightly, smiling at him while your eyebrows crease in worry, like in a what-are-you-gonna-do-right kind of way? 

“...What,” he asks flatly. Your head nearly drops in shame, but you must stand on business.

“I asked if you wanna fuck instead, ‘cause I dont have money right now,” you say, losing your courage and mumbling the last of your sentence. You’re in your lounge wear, not very sexy or bold. 

He stares at you, and for a few seconds you think he’ll blow up at you.  He’s been holding your pizza this entire time and his hands fiddle with it as he looks around you, blinking rapidly.

He puts the pizza box on the ground and comes back up, takes a stuttering breath and actually starts to tear up. He pushes his fingers into his eyes as the frustration and hopelessness wells up in him, and you hear him try to choke back sobs.

You’re bewildered, and come up to him slowly. “Are you really crying?” you ask incredulously, you’ve never had anyone cry at the offer of your coochie. An actual sob breaks from his chest, deep and full of despair. You feel bad, and get the feeling this isn’t all entirely because of you. “Hey, you okay? What’s wrong, what’s wrong? Hey hey, don't cry out here–come in,” you coax him gently, beckoning him in with a soft hand on his shoulder. Which is probably stupid, but you have knives in the kitchen and can scream loud enough, should some weird sex trafficking move happen. 

You close the door behind him as he shuffles in as he keeps crying, sniffles coming from him as he tries not to be loud. 

“I’m sorry, that was really inappropriate. My dad will send me money once he checks his phone, but if you’d rather get out of here I understand. Again, I’m really sor–” you start apologizing, thinking of what to do to make this better.

“It ain’t… it ain’t that,” he starts after he takes a deep breath, his voice wobbling as he explains, “I’d… I would like–” He stops and groans, embarrassment mixing with dread. “It’s just, I’ve been doing… extra shifts and I’m so damn tired, and someone threw up in my car yesterday after I was doing Akuber to get some more cash. I don’t have enough money to get groceries so I was hoping this order would come with a tip so I can pool all my tips and get something from the dollar menu at Akudonald’s, but I’m so sick of livin’ this way!” He wails that last part, completely broken and tired and exhausted of having to be a tool for capitalism. 

You coo, heart squeezing as you hear him out. “Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. Yeah food service and all that sucks, and it sucks we gotta live this way,” you tell him, guiding him to your couch and letting him sit. “You haven’t had a chance for a break huh? Here, lemme bring you some water,” you say, hustling to the kitchen, opening your pantry to swipe a bottle of water. 

You bring it to him, smiling sympathetically at him when he thanks you quietly. “What’s your name?” you ask, sitting on the couch next to him.

“...Mammon,” he replies, rubbing his forehead as he settles down, still stressed but now clearly thinking of all the work he’s going to have to pick up. 

“Mammon,” you repeat. It’s odd, but fitting. A handsome guy like him definitely wouldn’t have a “normal” ordinary name. “You like pepperoni?”

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You chat with Mammon as you both split the pizza. He does indeed like pepperoni, but likes it more with calabrian peppers, spinach, and ricotta cheese on top. He says the crust toppings you chose were also good, he was impressed. You learn that he’s the second oldest of seven brothers, so he has to contribute to household rent. He’s been arrested for petty theft, dropped out of college, instead attending trade school. He also models on the side, and runs a podcast with his brother Levi. His littlest brother Belphie is only twenty one, and you coo at that. “A baby,” you say, and he nods while stuffing garlicky parmesan crust in his mouth. 

“He’s real annoyin’ sometimes, and such a whiny brat, but he’s our baby so it’s hard to be mad at him,” Mammon sighs, chuckling at a memory of said brother. 

You also learn that he wants to be a scuba diving instructor. “Oh, ‘cause we’d go to the beach a lot! Me and Levi– he works from home–would whine allll the time to persuade Lucifer–oh, he’s our oldest brother and also damn annoyin’--” Mammon rambles, pocketing his phone as he ignores yet another text from Lucifer, “To take us to the beach so we could play sea monsters and snorkel. We’d, hehe, try sooo hard to reach a certain part of the bottom of the water but we could never hold our breath long enough,” Mammon chuckles to himself as he reminisces. “Asmo would complain about the sun ruinin’ his skin, and Beel would eat all the meat and Satan would get pissed, but at the end we’d all have fun buildin’ sandcastles and playin’ tag. Belphie would be totally conked out by the end of it, so we all had to make sure he took a nap in the shade so he wouldn’t get a sunburn. He’s real pasty, so’s Levi and Asmo so we all had to make sure those three didn’t get burnt t’ hell,” he laughs and you laugh with him as he shows you pictures of his brothers on his phone. The album is labeled Annoying big-head brats , and it contains lots of pictures of his family. Your heart swells with affection, and you mentally have to tell yourself to relax. You barely know this guy!

You tell him stories about your life, your job, your Etsy shop, and your family in return, and you can see his mood lifting as you crack jokes to make him laugh. You explain about your stable office job, and cut it off short with an incredulous laugh when Mammon exaggeratedly yawns and says “ Borrrinnggg! ”

Y’all finish the pizza together, and he sits back on your couch, patting his stomach that’s now poked out a little. “Satisfied?” you ask, and he nods while humming. “Might’ve been a basic choice, but ya got taste I’ll give ya that,” he says, grinning at you. You roll your eyes, and close the empty pizza box.  “Gee thanks. You’re welcome by the way,” you say sarcastically.  “Though I’m glad you're feeling better. You just needed to eat, boo,” you say, getting up and collecting the napkins to throw in the trash so you miss the blush that appears on his cheeks. He gets up to follow you, and y’all take turns washing your hands in the kitchen sink. 

“You should rinse your mouth out,” you tell him. “Eh? Why?” he asks, a little whiny and hurt. You laugh, and quickly explain. “You can’t come back to work smelling like you ate my pizza.”

“Oh, right I getcha. Where’s your bathroom?” he asks, and you lead him to it. You take turns washing your mouths out, and go out to your living room to just… stand around. 

“Guess I’ll head back to work now,” he says slowly.

“Oh! Right. Right,” you say, and you’re embarrassed for some reason. You walk him to the door, feeling a little disappointed that your time with your new friend is ending already. You remember to ask for his number, and if he ever wants to hang out again to just text and ask. He blushes at that. “Yeah! B-But I mean, I’ll think about it if I have time, ya know? I'm a busy guy, everyone wants a piece of Mammon,” he says with forced nonchalance. “Though no one’s offered pussy before…” he murmurs, his blush now creeping up his ears and down his neck. 

“Well… Maybe I’ll see ya soon, okay?” Mammon mumbles, and the way he can’t quite meet your eye is adorable. Mammon shifts on his feet, grabbing the empty pizza bag, and before he can lose his nerve, he quickly wraps you up in a brief hug that leaves you warm and tingly. 

“Yeah… See you soon, hotshot ,” you tease as you open the door and giggle when he grumbles and walks past you, too embarrassed to spare you a glance. You sigh as you watch him head to his car and toss the empty pizza bag carelessly into the passenger seat. With one last wave, he climbs into his… polished, silver muscle car , holy shit. Perhaps Big Money Mammon was a liar. Unless it was a project car, which obviously deserves the respect the Marines got. Perchance.

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As Mammon climbs into his car, he lets out a groan at the events of the day. His mood dips as he remembers he cried in front of a stranger. But… maybe a stranger turned friend? He lets out an amused huff through his nose as he remembers how sweet and giving you were, and even outright laughs as he remembers your offer.

Then he stops laughing. He immediately sits up straight.

Wait a damn minute…

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You’re just about to close the door when Mammon comes sprinting back up to it. “Hold on! Hold awnnn !” Mammon nearly shouts when he catches you, “Wait wait, wait a damn minute!”

Startled, you stare at him. “What? What’s up?” you ask hesitantly while Mammon huffs and gasps.

“Did ya… I- Fuck!” He grips his hair, sunglasses flying to the ground as he struggles to maintain his nerve. God he’s scaredddd! Fuck it, he’s doing it! Shut up, shut uppp–  

“Were ya… ya know, serious about your offer?” He asks, eyes boring into yours. He’s absolutely serious.

You’re embarrassed and shocked all at once, but instincts kick in and you grin tentatively. “...Yes. Not to just get out of paying… Why? Are you?”

Mammon starts to relax, feeling a familiar flame start to flick up into his gut from the soles of his feet. 

“Hell yeah.”

“Okay,” you sing-song, and you stare at each other.

Then like a magnet, y’all move at the same time, reaching for each other's bodies as you press your lips to his. 

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It’s soft and hesitant at first, as you both get a feel for each other. Then your instincts lead you, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders and angle your head. You don't mind chaste kissing but… since you were serious about your offer…

Mammon outright moans when your tongue sweeps into his mouth, and his hands at your waist grip you tighter. You test the waters by playing with the little soft tufts of hair at the base of the back of his neck, and are rewarded with a full-body shiver and a soft groan. Grabbing the front of his uniform shirt, you tug him the rest of the way into your home, and he closes the door behind him a little too hard without looking. 

Mammon goes ahead and plops back down onto your couch, mirroring your grin as you walk over and climb onto his lap. He’s already half chubbed in his jeans, you can feel it as you rub your clothed pussy against him. Mammon’s mouth opens in a soft hiss, his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass to encourage your grinding. “C’mere, doll,” he murmurs, and brings his hands up to cup your face, pulling you back down to kiss him again. You make a soft noise, and instantly feel his dick jump, even through the denim of his pants. 

Moving your hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, you grip his hair as he cups your face. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth, lightly biting it and are rewarded with a groan and a swat to your ass. “That’s it baby, j-just like that, fuck,” he murmurs and brings your mouth to his, this time sweeping his tongue into your mouth. You guide his hands to your tits over your top and he actually seems to get embarrassed. “Oh.. soft…” he mumbles, pawing at your breasts as you tilt your head back, soft moans escaping your mouth. “Yeah? That’s good baby?” he asks, and you nod. Mammon tweaks your nipples, feeling a deep, deep urge to fuck you silly when he hears your cute little pathetic whimpers. 

He can’t get enough of you. Mammon needs to be inside your mouth, right now.

Strong, tan fingers carefully grip the roots at the back of your head. He squeezes his finger tights, bringing your head back, not painful but fully demonstrating his strength. He’s intently watching your reaction. If his dick wasn’t hard before, it’s solid and throbbing at the sight of your grin as you gasp and giggle. 

“Oh? You want something?” you prompt.

Mammon lets out a low snarl and promptly shoos you off his lap. Grip still on your hair, he maneuvers you down, though not without a little playful resistance on your end.  “Yeah, thinkin’ I can put this mouth to better use,” he says slowly. You grin and let him push your head to the front of his pants as you fully get on your knees for him. 

It’s mesmerizing the way he undoes his jeans with one hand. The black cotton of his boxers are presented to you, and you lean in to kiss him through the fabric. You smell his musk, and you can tell he’s been hard at work through the day. 

You know what to do. You reach up and tug the waistband of his boxers down, finally letting his full, beautiful dick swing free. His balls sag underneath the shaft heavily, his dick dark and uncut. His balls are full, and you note the cute little mole that’s on the left one. His dick is not overly girthy, but still thick and a good six inches. Mammon’s snow-white pubes are trimmed and shaped into a nice patch above his dick. You appreciate that, glad you won’t have to floss your teeth with pubic hair. Overall it’s tricky, but nothing you’ve never had down your throat. Though you get the feeling it won't be easy to swallow him down. 

“Well? Put that pretty mouth to work then,” he demands, tapping your cheek with his dick. You’re salivating, and obediently open your mouth. Mammon can’t help but laugh a little meanly at that, and wastes no time pushing into your mouth.

He’s not a total jerk, he takes his time. He relaxes his grip on your head a little, opting to just let his hand sit on your head while you start bobbing it up and down slowly. You take your time, letting the spit gather and spread over his cock. You breathe in as you go up, letting the spit blow and splatter on his dick as you go down. Mammon groans at that, loving that you’re already messy and eager to swallow him all. 

Then you relax your throat, and go for the surprise.

You swallow him down all at once, letting him yelp and curse in surprise as your nose touches those pretty white pubes of his. You gag, surprised that he’s bigger than you thought, but know to relax and not panic as you now hold your breath as his dick is constricted and massaged in your throat. 

“Oh lord, oh fuck, oh my God, ohh fuckkk ,” he groans as his knees shake. You suction in as you bring your head up after ten seconds. Pretty doe eyes stare up at him as your hand comes up to jerk him off. “That good?” you ask sweetly, knowing full and damn well that was amazing. Mammon’s stunned, but won't give in so easily. His hand grips your head again, and you know you’re in for it.

“Take a breath,” he murmurs, allowing you one grace before he fucks your throat.

You take a breath, allowing yourself to relax again. 

“Now open ya mouth,” Mammon commands, rubbing the head of his cock against your lips.

You do. Mammon grips your head with both hands as he immediately pushes your head down. You fight the panic instinct again, letting your jaw drop and cover your teeth with your lips as he pushes his dick in and out of your throat. 

Mammon’s sighs and moans are heavenly, and your eyes roll back as he uses your mouth for his pleasure. You let out moans of your own, pleased when his thighs start to tremble. 

“Such a good baby,” he praises you, looking at you with affection in his eyes. He pulls back and you suction again, take a deep breath and expel it with sloppy spit as he pushes your head down again and holds it there. Your nose meets his pubes again, and your pussy clenches at the sounds of his pleasured groans. After seven seconds he pulls you off, marveling at your mussed hair and shiny lips. Your hand reaches up to play with his balls as he looks at you, and you use this moment to catch your breath. A trail of spit dribbles down his balls  and onto your hand, you smear it around and a drop splatters onto the ground. Mammon makes a noise of amazement. He can’t believe you throated his dick so perfectly. He’s gotta taste you, now . 

He pulls you up by your arm, pulling you forward. He shuffles around, and pushes you down lightly so you’re on the couch now. He wastes no time yanking your bottoms down and off you, pushing your legs up with his hands under your knees as he gets on his own knees. You let out an oof as you’re folded in half. 

You’re drenched. Mammon can see the shiny wetness that coats your labia. 

He gasps, and groans. “ Fffuck , you were waitin’ for me huh doll? You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he mutters, never taking his eyes off your wet pussy. Mammon glances up at you, your cute little face full of lust and expectation all the confirmation he needs. He gently spreads your legs wider, your hole inviting him in and to never look back.

Your body jolts as he licks a stripe up your pussy, the rough bumps of his tongue just what you need against you. Mammon’s pretty blue eyes never leave yours as he starts slowly licking at your clit, your squeals and whimpers egging him on.

He closes his eyes in bliss, and fully lets himself enjoy the taste of your cunt. Mammon can’t help but bury his face in your pussy as your gasps and moans spur him on. He’s enthusiastic and methodical, and messy as he eats you out in earnest. He quickly flickers his tongue on your clit, which makes your legs jolt and tremble with each quick zap of pleasure that courses through your body. Mammon sucks on your clit, and you outright moan loudly at that. He can’t help himself, and unhooks one hand from your knee and messily smears his index and middle fingers in your fluids. “Good? Can I, baby?” he murmurs, gaze locking onto yours as he plays with your clit with his thumb.

You nod, and immediately whine as he sinks one finger in. He crooks his finger slowly, searching for the spot that’ll make you scream. Ugh.  He’s teasing! You groan and writhe in a mix of pleasure and frustration, and Mammon lets out another mean laugh. “Oh? You want somethin’? '' he asks, mocking your earlier cheeky statement. You sigh, and roll your eyes like he’s not knuckle deep in you. “Oi. Don’t roll your eyes at me, brat,” he commands, slowly starting to pull his fingers out as if to deny you. You whine and pout, hoping it’s enough to convince him. It isn’t, so you swallow your pride and relent. “Please, I need another finger, please baby,” you beg quietly, but that isn’t enough. “I need you to fuck me with your fingers, I need it so bad, ” you whine, and Mammon’s smug grin is irritating until he unsympathetically shoves another finger in you. You yelp, then sigh, melting against the couch.

Unsurprisingly, he finds your spot easily. He’s unrelenting as he curls his fingers methodically, pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace. Not too fast, not too slow, and just right enough to get you steadily climbing towards cumming. You gasp  when Mammon ducks his head and slides his tongue against your clit with enough pressure to have you moaning in earnest now. 

“Yes, yes, yes, babyohfuck, oh fuuuck right there !” you squeal, trying to be mindful of your neighbors. You bite your lip, trying to reign in the cries of pleasure threatening to spill from your mouth.

Suddenly Mammon stops and stands, still fully hard. You feel another wave of heat wash over you as you realize Mammon stayed hard all throughout eating you out, having enjoyed it so much it was throbbing, the veins on his shaft thick and visible. He quickly shucks off his boxers and pants in one go, kicking off his shoes and goes digging in the back pocket. He pulls out his wallet, and carefully pulls out a condom. You’re glad he pulled one out, you would’ve been glad to be fucked raw but you can’t take the judgement from your doctor again. You just can’t. 

You pull your top off as he tears the foil off the condom. He smoothly rolls it down onto his cock, and your heart rate jumps with excitement as he walks over to you, turns you around and manhandles you onto your knees on the couch. Mammon puts one hand on your lower back, forcing you to arch and present your pussy to him. You grip the top of the backrest, letting your arms rest on it so you can fully be ready when he fucks you. 

Mammon’s hands rest on your hips, and you brace yourself. A few seconds pass. Nothing.

He lets his dick poke at you, letting the rubbered head of his dick swipe up and down your pussy. “Well? Ain’t ya gonna ask for something, brat?” he teases, letting one hand loose and cracks it down on your asscheek. 

You yelp, and your face heats up with mild embarrassment but it quickly dissolves at the silent promise of being fucked silly. 

“...Please fuck me. Please, please fuck me, I need it so bad, I need–” you’re cut off as he pushes into you in one go, and the delicious stretch and burn of your walls trying to catch up with his size makes you gasp and cry out. Your eyes roll back, and he chuckles as he drapes himself over you to see your face. “There it is,” he murmurs, gripping your hips tightly, “That’s what I like to see.”

It’s in so deep, you can feel your cervix throb in protest. You don’t get a chance for accommodation, scrambling to grab onto your velvet couch as Mammon starts to pound you. You don’t even try to hold in your cries any more, your brain so scrambled by pleasure you let them spill out. “Ah! Ahh, ahh oh fuck!” you cry as you’re stretched out over and over again. Mammon’s focused on his dick sliding in and out of you, focused on what angle will make you squeal the loudest. 

The plap plap plap of his hips meeting your ass is hypnotic, he can’t tear his eyes away from the way the flesh of your ass ripples. His balls brush against you every so often, and you can't help but shiver. He slams his dick in you as deep as he can go, relishing in the way you gasp and squeeze around him. He does this again. And again. And again. Until he speeds up his pace again, leaning over your back to unhook your hands from the backrest and bring your arms back. You yelp and cry helplessly as he holds your hands in on hand, and uses them as an anchor to fuck you back onto him. 

You see stars, but they disappear as he pulls out suddenly. Mammon flops next to you onto the couch, panting as he catches his breath. His dick is still hard and touching his navel, and you grin devilishly as you don’t give him a chance to breathe and clamber onto his lap. Make him taste his own medicine. 

Sinking down on his dick without warning, you grin as his mouth drops open in a groan. You adjust, circling your hips as you adjust your thighs and knees on both sides of his lap. “H-holy shit, holy shit, that’s it baby,” he groans encouragingly. Your hands grip his shoulders as you grind on him, slow and steady, a far cry from his earlier pace. You sit up on your knees, relishing in the delicious drag of his dick until it’s almost out of you. You sink back down slowly, squeezing around him. Mammon lets out a quiet moan, and you bring your feet up onto the couch so you’re in a squatting position. You begin to fuck him in earnest, your ass droping down on his lap so hard his body actually moves from the force of it. “Oh fuck, oh my god baby fuck,” he moans, his hands coming up to grip your ass as all he can do is take it. 

That familiar tightening sensation in your pussy starts to build up, and now you need to concentrate. Your shift so your knees are back on the couch, and ride him hard and steady. Your clit is rubbing against him, and you moan as that feeling starts to shoot up. Mammon moans in response, feeling the way you tighten around him. He’s no fool, and knows what’s to come. You.

“G- hic- gonna cum,” you warn him, your voice breaking as you steadily chase your release. “That’s right doll, cum on my dick, let me feel it,” he coaxes. Mammon gently pulls you forward so you rest on his chest as you bounce and grind on him, softly stroking your back as you grind one, two, three more times and cum on his dick. He loves the way your body shudders, the way you cry out and sporadically move your hips as you ride your orgasm. You gasp and claw at his shoulders, and it takes everything in him to not flip you onto your back onto the couch and fuck you relentlessly. A small mercy. 

Eventually you quiet down, and let out a sigh as you melt against him. “Done?” he asks sweetly. You nod weakly, pressing kisses to the marks on his shoulder. 

You’re too busy soothing the scratches on him you don’t see him grin evilly.

He’s still hard inside you, and you feel it twitch as you notice–too late–what he’s cooking up in his brain. Without preamble, he stands up with you still on his cock, and you squawk in surprise as you’re lifted up. “Wha– what are you d-” you start, and let out oof as your back hits the couch and you’re folded in half again. This time Mammon’s on top of you, and he props himself up on his elbows as he lets himself rest on your abdomen. His hand reaches down to bring one of your legs up to his shoulder. He sighs as he sinks deeper in you, and you squeeze around him as your pussy is still sensitive from earlier. “My turn,” he murmurs, and all you can do is hold onto his toned back as he steadily pumps himself in and out of you.

It feels so good, too good, and you squirm and cry out as your overstimulated pussy is abused over and over. Your leg on his shoulder trembles as he pushes himself deep as he can go with each thrust, you feel like you could cry real tears. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, and Mammon’s hips start slamming into you harder, slower. His eyes never leave your face as his mouth opens in a groan. “Yes yes yesss, just like that,” you moan. Your eyes meet his, and you know he needs just one little push…

Your hands cup his face. “It’s-it’s yours baby, all yours, this is your pussy,” you tell him, and kiss him in time to feel him moan into your mouth as he slams into you and stills, feeling his dick twitch as he cums inside you. You almost feel disappointed he’s wearing a condom, but it’s the responsible thing to do. Birth control or not, you can’t have any scares of any kind. 

Mammon’s panting as he sags completely against you, and you tap his shoulder after a few seconds to let him know you need to breathe too. He sits up, and slowly pulls out of you. You wince, and gulp in air while he carefully pulls the condom off his dick. He begrudgingly gets up to toss it into the trash in the kitchen. He walks back on weak legs as he comes back to you. “Oi, scoot over,” he tells you tiredly, and you scoot as much as you can so he can lay behind you. It’s a bit of a cramped fit, spooning on the couch, but you smile as he hugs you tightly to his chest. You lay like that for what seems like forever, your eyes are closed in bliss while Mammon presses his forehead to yours. 

Your eyes open as you think, and your gaze meets his as you ask a question. “Would you let me eat your ass?”

His eyes widen at that, and he starts spluttering like an old car engine. “What–  don't just- you can't just ask me that!”

“Well?” you press, licking your lips as you imagine round two with him sinking onto your strap. 

Mammon’s face is red, his blush creeping onto his chest. “I.. I.. I guess, if ya really want to,” he mumbles, looking anywhere but you. He might be shy now–which is funny considering his earlier persona–but you saw the way his dick twitched. You know he’s just as slutty as you are. 

“Great!” you say, sitting up and sliding onto the floor.

“Wha- Now?” he asks, sitting up as you get on your knees on the floor by the couch. 

“Yup,” you answer simply, “Now get on your knees, baby boy. Hold the backrest if you need to.”

Mammon swallows, and does as he’s told. It’s embarrassing to be spread open for you like this, as if he wasn’t just rearranging your guts earlier. But all thoughts are washed away as he feels you part his cheeks, and drag your tongue slowly up his hole.

He shivers, and you take it as permission to fully sink your tongue into the tight ring. He shudders and moans, and you start lapping at his hole. You put more pressure into it, making sure he’s nice and wet. You crack one hand on his asscheek, and relish in the way he yelps. “Think you can take a finger, baby?” you ask sweetly, using your index finger to trace around his tight asshole. 

“...Y…yes…” he mumbles, and you grin. You get the feeling he can take much more than one measly finger, but you don't want to overwhelm him with too much.

You're just about to sink your finger into him when his phone goes off, full volume. You both jump, and Mammon swears and clumsily gets off the couch. He goes over to where he discarded his pants, digging into his pockets for his phone. He stares at the caller ID as he lets it go to voicemail. Once Lucifer calls him after blowing up his phone, he knows he’s in for it.

“Man, fuck, I really gotta go,” he tells you hurridly as he picks up his jeans and uniform shirt, hopping up and down as he tries to put on his pants and shoes on at once. He manages while you lazily put your underwear and top back on, and already is buttoning up the buttons of his uniform shirt when you walk over to him.

You manage to slow him down, and pull him in for a slow, sweet kiss. “Let me know when you wanna do this again, okay?” you tell him, “No pressure.”

“... Thanks,” he says, astounded at how truly kind and generous you are. “I’d really like that.” Mammon leans in for one, two, three more kisses and finally has to go. You watch as he picks up his discarded glasses off the pavement by your home–” Oh shit I left these out here!!”--and books it to his car. You wave back as he waves at you and speeds off, and you finally close the door. 

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“Where in the blue FUCK have you been?” Lucifer seethes.

Lucifer’s forehead vein is bulging, and Mammon knows he’s never gonna hear the end of it. Apparently the Devil’s Hut has hit a busy shift, and Lucifer, as the store manager, has had to step in to help with non-stop orders. He doesn’t like to pick up Mammon’s slack, and Mammon internally cringes as he sees how dirty and covered in cornmeal and flour Lucifer has gotten. He must’ve really been busy. Even his store manager name tag has gotten a fine layer of white on it. 

“It’s a long story, big bro…” Mammon sighs, too tired to even come up with a lie, and he thinks Lucifer has let it go.

Until he drags Mammon into the deep freezer after all the orders are done and chews him out for twenty minutes. Astoundingly short, Mammon’s surprised. 

Later when they're counting up tips with the rest of the staff, Lucifer rounds on him when they’re checking the money box. “ Where is the money for this order? ” Lucifer asks menacingly, and Mammon is surprised he forgot. 

He quickly fishes out his phone, and sends off a quick series of texts.

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After Mammon left, you’d gone back to your bathroom to pee and wash your mouth out again. You shuffle into your living room, and look at your couch. Oh, the things your poor couch has had to go through.

You’d gotten a text from your dad lightly scolding you for being irresponsible with money, but along with it came a notification from your bank saying sixty dollars had been deposited. You breathe a sigh of relief, and flop onto your couch once more.

You’re staring at the ceiling when another text comes in. From Mammon! You excitedly open it, but your grin falls when you see what it says

Mammon : Oi, that was great. Not saying I don’t wanna see ya again or anything but…

Mammon : Could ya send me those $20 now?