I was craving some Mammon and I couldnāt hold myself back.
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Greetings from the kitchen, Beel just stole my cupcake! š§
[Mammon x reader] [word count: 956]Ā
Your fuse, today it was short. Feeling too hot, the air was too sticky and you were bothered by the sheer number of people flooding the club. By god bothered was an utter understatement.Ā
Vexed your eyes scanned the room for Mammon. The greedy bastard who dragged you here because you needed to visit this new club with the great Mammon, it was such an honor. Honor my ass, you thought while sipping on your drink. He planned to use you as an excuse, a human shield in case some of his witch girls showed up. This sorry plan was doomed from the beginning so why did you even roll with it? You hated your guts for having such a soft spot for some prick like Mammon. But the heart wants what it wants, right?Ā
Dipshit Mammon was hogged by at least six or seven of his witches in the clubās enclosed sitting area. Seriously. Was he really stupid? Or did he maybe enjoy playing the escort because honestly, thatās how it looked.Ā
Bizarrely this sight left you with a bitter taste. He consistently claimed that he was your first and your eyes should only know him. Why was he so dense when it was the other way around.Ā
Nasty, the knot inside your stomach was really, really nasty covering your body in a malice that didnāt need any magic.Ā
What kind of game are you playing, darling?Ā
Did he really think you would just wait around? Oh no, you didnāt have all night and day for him to come up.Ā
The glass slightly cracked as you rammed it onto the table in front of you. Whatever. Setting foot on the dance floor the crowd parted wherever you drifted. Demons and other creatures of the underworld must be really sensitive to impure feelings and right now you were brimming, filled with a cocktail of anger and irritation.Ā
Step by step, your eyes never lost focus. The Avatar of Greed was busy chatting away with his girlfriends.Tsk. Expression speaking volumes you knew how to distinguish a real smile from a plastic one, a distressed laugh from a genuine one. He had given them all to you shown his true colours more than enough, even the ugly and the wicked ones. Crazy but you shamelessly went with every side he showed you playing accomplice no matter how stupid the plan was. If he really thought you would just give a damn and ignore it when he abandoned you for those wenches then boy got you all misunderstood. No one as haywire as you would come around, no one to match his pace and you were just so tired of waiting. Graciously you would offer him this one time chance now.Ā
Canāt you recognize a good thing?Ā
Breeching their circle, you caught their attention immediately invisible daggers goring you. Your gaze never faltered, though. Why care for some gravel?Ā
Instead, you casually threaded one hand through your hair, sweeping it backwards while enjoying the view of Mammonās displayed emotions. He was kind of adorable when he was panicking.Ā
Ignoring the poisonous hisses you went straight up to your target. The blueish golden sea observing you bore a storm the moment your thigh pressed against his. The cushion shifted with your added weight. It was a bold move draping yourself over his lap but with Mammon there was a need of drastic measures, always.Ā
The great unfathomable Mammon was at loss. At loss for words, at loss about the situation, at loss about where to place his hands. The moment he short-circuited, you saw it and it drove you over the edge knowing that you had so much power over him. It gave you an insane feeling of smug self-satisfaction, but you wanted more. Stopping now would be such a waste.Ā
Your thumb pressed against his lower lip barely slipping inside while your other hand found shelter grabbing the back of his unruly mane. Mammonās breath hitched audibly and you feasted on his vulnerable expression giving way to your vixen side.Ā
No, there would never be anyone as reckless as you.Ā
Mind thriving on the idea that he could be all yours your lips found his melting into a perfectly sweet kiss. Who was the greedy one now?Ā
Sweet was cute but not enough. Not enough to compensate for what he had dragged you through, not enough to fully discount the presence of these stupid witches around you.Ā
You pulled away licking your lips while eyeing Mammon carefully.Ā
I got you this chance, tell me what youāre going to do with it.Ā
There was no need to ask Mammon twice as your actions had not only sparked, no, they had lit a fire inside him. He was, after all, one of the rulers of the Devildom, he was greed himself and he was greedy on keeping what you had offered him. While his playful, childish carefree and clumsy demeanor often masked that he held true power, he would not share you with anyone nor let anyone dare to insult you.Ā
His arms felt hot and rough as they grasped your hips hauling you closer and his voice dropped sounding huskier and angrier as you had ever heard it before when he growled a āShut up!ā at those bitches. The most thrilling part, however, was the way he kissed you; biting your lip, hungrily begging for entrance. Giddy hot pleasure pulsed through your body, letting it shiver in the need of more.Ā
The world around you melting away you only felt Mammon. His taste on your tongue, his hands roaming your body and the delight that the great Mammon was all yours now, his cosmos only focused on you.Ā
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