pillow fucker ─ obey me! mammon
pairing(s): sub! mammon, mammon x gn! reader
theme warning(s): masterbation, anal play, pillow humping, sneaking into mc's bedroom
summary: while [name] is gone, mammon uses this time to sneak into their bedroom.
a large grin spread across the white haired demon's face as he entered [name]'s bedroom, in search of some things that they wouldn't miss. the owner of bedroom was currently off with leviathan─ doing something otaku like─ mammon didn't bother to remember that information. only remembering that this room was open and filled with /something/ worth money.
mammon casually searches through drawers, before the reflection of [name]'s neatly made bed in the mirror caught his attention. then their pillow.
mammon knew all too well how the pillow held in their sweet scent, sneaking into [name]'s room many times before this. even sharing the bed with the other.
"god, this is so. . . creepy." he told himself as he inched over to the bed, picking up the pillow. he hugged it close to his chest, dipping his head down and too a deep inhale. memories of the other laying beside him, sharing soft kisses as their hand slipped inside of his pajamas, past the layer of underwear. . . gripping his cock.
with a loud groan, mammon threw his head back. he shouldn't, but he wanted to. but [name] would be pissed. . would they?
wait, why did he care? he was the avatar of greed. . . that was an excuse for something. . . right?
throwing the pillow back onto the bed, he slipped off his jacket and off came his pants. he laid down on the bed, making himself comfortable and began touching himself. he could practically see [name] making themself comfortable between his legs. fingertips brushing against his thighs, lips pressing a long kiss against the soft flesh while maintaining eye contact before nipping at the skin.
"fuck." he wanted [name]. he wanted to feel them against his skin, touching him like they'd do. they were so much better than he was at this. but he already started.
mammon's hand palmed his cock through the thin layer of underwear, mocking [name]'s movements he remembered so well. "you're so pretty, mammon." he could hear [name] whisper sweetly. "you make even prettier sounds, so let me hear them." with that, he squeezed himself through his underwear which resulted in a little whimper─ [name] would do better.
wiggling his hips, deciding to move on with what he was best at, mammon turned his side and went digging through your nightstand. after a groan and shuffling things around multiple times, he found lube.
strawberry flavor. basic, but got the job done.
mammon was more than generous with the amount he poured into his hand, hissing at how cold the substance was. spreading it all around his cock, he let his mind continue to wonder. he let his member slip between two of his fingers, stroking lazily.
"hm? use your words, mammon."
"i want more. . . please, more."
"such a greedy little boy." his lathered up hand went to his entrance, teasing himself while the other continued to stroke. gripping the base with a tight grip, mammon began to moan out his lover's name.
it started off slow but grew into chanting, pushing his fingers deep inside of himself. he whined and shuddered, forcing himself to keep his legs open; but failed at times.
his movements─ between fucking himself silly on his own digits and pumping his cock roughly─ all grew faster. like [name] would do. he could feel that familiar feeling bubbling up, twisting and making him beg for more.
"i'm gonna─ fuck," mammon whimpered and pulled his hands away from his body before he could orgasm. denying himself that privilege. "fuck! fuck!"
mammon truly hated himself for that.
normally, [name] make him turn over and fuck him senseless─ they weren't here. but, their pillow was.
mammon adjusted the pillow for his comfort. he started off slow, hips rocking back and fourth against the soft fabric that was drowning in their intoxicating aroma. god, [name] needed to wash it more.
that was a lie. he prayed they didn't.
he rutted against the pillow, whimpers spilling out in waves. his face buried in it, gripping the bedding as his orgasm grew again. stronger and desperate for release. how he wanted to hear their sweet, sweet voice bring him to his release.
he wanted to feel their lips peppering sweet kisses across his skin, reminding him that he was doing so good.
"you're taking me so well."
he wanted marks left behind on his skin that way everyone knew that they were together.
he lived for [name]'s praise. he could bathe in it forever.
especially when they encourage him to be vocal, despite the risk of lucifer walking in.
"my greedy little whore."
and as much as he loved the praise, he loved the degradation as much.
mammon's body reacted to the mere memory of [name] whispering that in his ear. his frame jerking in pure bliss as he released himself onto the pillow, face burried into the sheets as he moaned out in ecstacy.
taking a moment to gather himself, he heard a snicker. a familiar snicker. a mischievous snicker. his eyes widen, head shooting up to see asmodeus with his phone in hand. and a entertained glare in his eyes.
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