AN: Idc if it's not canon I give them all a bathroom in their room lol. Idk what the plot is for this like you have a bad day and mammon takes the best care of you. Anywhoozles, hope ya like it :D
NSFW: PIV car sex scene
After a full day of classes, work, and the general shenanigans that tend to happen whenever you involve yourself with the rulers of hell, you can feel the exhaustion that sets heavy into your bones as you throw your backpack on Mammon's couch. You don't even have the energy to fully pick your feet as you drag them forward across this room and up onto the small platform that his bed sits on, plopping down face-first onto the plush mattress.
You're honestly not even sure when you fell asleep; you don't even remember closing your eyes. It wasn't until the rumbling of mammon parking his car above you that you peeled your eyes open, still dressed, only halfway on the bed with your shoes hanging off the bottom.
"Oi! Human! You'll never believe what I came across! It was incredible." Mammon yells excitedly as he barrels down the stairs.
You roll over, sitting up on the edge, attempting to rub the sleep out of your eyes.
"Whoa!" He says, stopping in his tracks in front of you. "Are ya alright, treasure?"
He looks over you with worry, searching for some sort of injury or illness that could explain your disheveled state. You shoot him a small, sleepy glare as you pout up at him.
"I'm fine. I'm just really tired today. I woke up this morning, and Lucifer was on my ass about a missing assignment. The potion Beel and I were making in class today exploded all over us. This isn't even my uniform!" You say rambling on about the day that just seemed to be trying to kick you down at every opportunity.
Mammon settles close beside you, wrapping you into his arms. You can't help the tears that prick by your eyes as he smooths a ring-clattered hand over your hair.
"You still have to tell me what you found." You sniffle
"Nah, it's not important." He replies with a kiss to the crown of your head. "Let's get my tired human into the shower, yeah?"
All you can do is nod as he stands up, offering you his hand, which you graciously take, allowing him to help pull you up. The two of you enter his on-suite bathroom, and Mammon helps set you onto the counter, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. He turns around, setting the shower's water temperature to the setting he knows you like.
Mammon turns back around, motioning for you to hop down from the counter. He begins to work on the various buttons across your borrowed uniform, slipping the fabric off your body and onto the floor. The chill of the bathroom bites at your bare skin, but it's soon soothed by the warm running water from the shower head. You stand there for a moment, letting the water run over you, the pressure helping relax the ache in your bones.
"Are you not joining me?" You ask as mammon begins to lean against the counter.
Mammon in turn peels off his shirt, stripping himself of his clothes like he had done for you. You can feel the warmth slowly swirling in your belly as you look over your demon boyfriend. His body was built by the heavens and you can tell, tan skin stretched over broad shoulders, over the chest that holds the beating heart your rest your ear against night after night reminding you that maybe your differences aren't so vast.
"Oi, I'm gonna start chargin' if you keep starin' at me like that." He teases, pulling you out of your thoughts as he steps into the steaming shower.
"That's a price I'm willing to pay," you say in return, pressing a small kiss to the edge of his jaw, making a shudder he couldn't control run through his body.
"Alright, alright. Let's get you cleaned up."
Mammon turns you so your back is facing him, you can feel his half-hard cock pressed against your back as he grabs your shampoo, lathering it in his hands before working his fingers into your scalp. Even though you're shocked as a small moan slips out of your mouth and you feel yourself arch more into him, Mammon's cock responds in turn by twitching against you, but he pays it no mind as he continues to scrub at your scalp.
"You are so beautiful. I love you." He mumbles, like he's saying it to himself, like he can't believe you're in here with him, that you chose him.
"Not as much as you. I love you more."
Mammon turns you back around so you're now facing him. You can see the blush spread across his face as he grumbles out something about 'stupid humans'. He helps rinse the shampoo out of your hair before moving on to the rest of the shower routine.
Eventually, when you are both clean, dry, and dressed in your comfortable pajamas, you settle onto the couch in his room. The lights are dim as you scroll on your D.D.D., some action movie he put on playing in the background. Mammon's sitting up sideways on the couch, long legs stretched out of the cushions with you tucked against him.
"Mammon?"
He pulls his eyes away from the screen to look down at you, waiting for whatever you need.
"I'm hungry, can we go get food after the movie is over?" You continue, stomach rumbling as you realize you haven't eaten since breakfast.
The cherry on top of the shit sundae that was your day today is that it took them so long to find you a uniform that your lunch period was almost over by the time you were dressed and out of the mysteriously neon purple substance that covered you. Mammon feels around the couch for the remote, finally finding it and pausing the movie.
"Ya hungry now? What do ya wanna eat?"
"We don't have to go right now, I'm not THAT hungry. You can finish your movie." You offer, trying to be polite, but your stomach has other ideas as it lets out a grumble louder than the first.
"Oi, human, you should know better than to lie to your first man."
Mammon pushes you two off the couch, going to fetch shoes for you two out of the closet.
"Plus, I've seen this movie at least 1,000 times over the past 200 years." He yells out from the closet, producing two pairs of shoes for both of you.
After the two of you are ready to go, he grabs the keys that he tossed onto the coffee table earlier, and you climb into his car. He reaches into the back to hand you the blanket that he keeps in the backseat for you, also handing you the aux to plug into. He waits to make sure you're buckled up before pulling out.
You two make it to the drive-thru of one of the late-night fast-food joints in the devil's domain. Mammon knows your order like the back of his hand, like he knows most things about you.
"Do ya wanna go back or do ya wanna eat in the car?"
If you told past Mammon that he would be offering to let not only someone but a human eat in his precious car, he would have looked at you like you suddenly grew three heads. Things change; maybe you changed him. He looks over at your scrunched face, like you're debating what the best option would be, and he can't help the way that his heart squeezes in his chest.
"Can we go park over the lookout and eat in the car?"
As you two eat, he tells you about the artifact he found in the window of one of the curio shops after his shift today.
"Those idiots don't even know what they got, treasure." He says in between mouthfuls of food. "I mean, I pick up a couple of extra gigs, and I could buy it and flip for a 200% profit margin. I could probably go in there when they aren't lookin' and swipe it too. I doubt they have any sort of good security system."
You just nod along as he tells you about his newest money-making scheme. From your nap, to the shower, to the good food you've just packed the trash away from, you feel like a brand new person, years away from how you felt when you first entered the house earlier this evening. You look over at Mammon, who is still rattling on about other various treasures he's currently on the hunt for, and you can feel the tears slip from your eyes before you can even think to stop them.
"Whoa! Does me makin' money get you that worked up?" He says, wiping the tears from under your eyes.
"No, you idiot!" You laugh, feeling ridiculous for crying, but that doesn't stop the choked sob that comes out of your mouth as the tears begin to fall more heavily. "I just love you a lot, okay? I'm so lucky to have you."
The tips of his ears turn red as he breaks eye contact with you for a moment.
"I love you more."
He leans over the center console to give a small kiss. You pull closer to him, deepening the kiss as your mouths move together, his tongue slipping inside your mouth as he finishes pulling you over the seat and onto his lap. You moan out as you grind your core against the bulge straining in his pajama bottoms. You break the kiss to pepper small kisses all over his face, not wanting a single inch of him to feel unloved or unappreciated. You move your ministrations from his blushing face down to his neck, sucking and biting, leaving bruises to blossom in their wake.
"Fuck sweetheart, Ya killing me. Let's go back to the house."
"Can't wait." You say as your fingers slip under his shirt, dragging down the planes of his chest and torso, until you reach the drawstring of his pants, slowly undoing them. "need you now, so bad"
You look up at your demon with a pout, and that's when he folds, crashing his mouth into yours feverishly. He lifts his hips up so you can continue to take his cock out, giving it a few experimental strokes that have him twitching in your hand, precum oozing out of the reddened tip.
You continue to work him up and down in your hands in a way that has him moaning into your mouth as you twist your hand up the thick shaft before pressing your thumb hard against the underside of his head.
"I need to be inside ya." He says desperately as he breaks the kiss you two share, moving your sleep shorts and panties to the side to expose your glistening folds.
His fingers reach down, spreading your wetness all over before bringing them up to his mouth to taste.
"When we get home, I'm going to eat this pussy until you come all over my face at least twice."
He pulls you into another blinding kiss, as if he needs you more than oxygen. You grab the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance as you sink down onto it. Taking him with this little prep is never easy, but you're so wet that it's almost as though your fluttering core is sucking him in more and more. When you finally reach the base, you let out the breath you've been holding, feeling him in your belly as the head of his cock presses against your cervix. The two of you moaning at the same time, something almost animalistic as he lifts your hips up slightly just to slam them back down onto his lap.
You move his hands from your hips to around the back of your neck as you begin to raise and lower yourself up and down his cock, going almost all the way up until just the head lies against your entrance before slamming back down.
"Let me take care of you," you whimper out as you twirl and bounce on his cock.
Mammon lets out a growl as his hands tighten against the back of your neck. His hips work with you to slam up every time you come down, making the head of his cock batter over, and over, and over again against the spongy spot inside of your gummy walls. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your impending orgasm. You snake one of your hands that's resting upon his chest and move it down to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves relentlessly as you chase your high.
"Let me help." He strains out before moving your own hand out of the way and replacing it with his own.
Mammon begins to fuck you hard, never stopping his ministrations on your poor puffy clit. One last hard thrust against your G-spot has you seeing stars as you collapse against him, face buried into the crook of his neck.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. So good, so full, so close." You can feel yourself snap as you soak his cock, Mammon not far behind, burying himself to the hilt as he floods your womb with his cum.
A few moments pass as you try to remember even your own name. You look up at Mammon, who has his head thrown back, chest moving up and down deeply as he tries to bring himself together. He presses a kiss against your forehead as he reaches for the wet wipes in the glove box. You both hiss as he pulls you off his cock. He works quickly to clean both of you up.
Your legs are like jelly as you try to step out of the car to make your way back around to the passenger's side door. Mammon gets out to further help you in, even going as far as to buckle your seat. You're fast asleep as the two of you arrive back home. The house is quiet for once as Mammon sets you down onto your shared bed. He tucks you in with a kiss, presses against your head before climbing in beside you, heart squeezing at the way your sleeping form settles closer against him.
If you saw me leave my plot notes down here no you didn’t
• rivals leviathan in his jealously, maybe it’s his greed but he just can’t stand when his brothers monopolize your time or attention
• always is touching you in some way, wether it’s a hand on your shoulder or waist
• shirtless like 24/7 always has his abs out, maybe he just wants you to notice
• gets cocky about his modeling gigs and good looks
• somehow always has money to take you out or for the things you want (just don’t ask how or where he got it)
• doesn’t give a single shit about pda and will make out with you in public or sloppy kiss you in front of his brothers like it’s totally normal
• enjoys watching you get ready for dates
• fiddles with his rings when he’s gets flustered or shy
• enjoys late night drives with you in his car with the windows/ top down and the music turned up
• brings you to the casino with him (gambles and loses everything)
• loves to boast about him being your first pact or first anything
• has a terrible sense of direction and is constantly getting the two of you lost
• cries at sad movies and hides into you during scary movies
SMUTT
• will finger you under the table of a nice restaurant while ordering and be completely normal about it.
• really enjoys car sex wether it’s it’s backseat back shots or front seat blowjobs
• so greedy, eats you out before his modeling gigs in the dressing room while they wait for him to be ready
• gets jealous way too easily and has angry jealous sex with you where he scolds you for paying attention to other demons (he’s your first and therefore favorite after all, right?)
• likes doggy because he’s an ass man and is either slapping or grabbing at the fat of your ass.
• will make a sex tape with you
• fucks you on every surface possible, once got caught in the kitchen with you by Lucifer
• has tried just about every position with you
• absolute freak, he does not care. He will lick your face and suck your toes
• keeps fucking you after he’s came even if it hurts
• is seriously louder than you in bed and needs to bite down into something to stay quiet
• has zero shame coming to breakfast wearing his boxers while your marked up in his pajamas. Is actually quite proud of himself
• holds onto you so tightly in your sleep, you become a hostage body pillow basically
• absolutely feral in the heat of sex and looses his mind, saying things like: “yeah, ya like it when I fuck yur pussy realll hard like this, right?” “Who’s this sloppy cunt belong to, huh?”
• king of dirty talk
• likes sex in his demon form so he can feel more powerful and really indulge in his greed.
Lucifer's breathing was deep and calming. His chest rose and fell against your cheek as you pressed an ear to his shirt and allowed him to rub your back. His fingers trailed over your spine — down to your waist with a quick detour to the side of your ribs, back up to the knot at the base of your neck, then down again to repeat the journey.
Though he had the biggest bed in the house by far with plenty of space, it was fun to lay directly on top of Lucifer. You felt warm and safe. Unfortunately, you also felt the need to pee.
"Lucifer," you started.
"Hmm?"
"I'll be right back."
You didn't give a reason, though it was easy enough to guess. You reluctantly climbed off of him. The cold wooden floor made you shiver.
"Like, literally. Right back, okay? You can time me if you want." You began speed-walking to the doorway, but threw a glance back at Lucifer to make sure he was listening.
The demon was staring sleepily at his ceiling and replied, in a weary tone, "Go do what you need, but who knows what could happen if you keep me waiting too long?"
You hurried. Some time was wasted waiting for the water to warm up when washing your hands, but you otherwise returned to Lucifer's room in record time. You announced, "I'm back!" as you opened the door and headed straight to the bed.
Disbelief. Betrayal. You felt many different emotions.
Lucifer had rolled onto his side.
"Welcome back," he had the gall to say. He kept his eyes shut, but raised an arm for you to crawl under. As if being the little spoon was in any way comparable to being the blanket.
"What are you doing?" you asked frantically. "Where did my spot go?"
Lucifer flapped his hand. "It's right here. Hurry and get in before my arm gets sore."
"Noo!" You crawled in front of Lucifer and grabbed that arm. You had never been very successful at pushing the demons, they were like stubborn old boulders who refused to move unless they were playing along. Nonetheless, you attempted to push Lucifer back in place. He opened his eyes and stared at you with those blood red irises that glinted in the dim candlelight. He didn't budge.
"Be good and come back to bed," he ordered.
"It's not the same!" you insisted, putting your whole weight against him. He had to be using magic, or something. The man was locked in place, even when you pushed with all the might you had. "Ack!"
You toppled over. Lucifer went on the offensive and pinned you to the mattress with his arm. He was finally tired of holding it up, and decided it was less exhausting to just sweep it around your torso and hold you down.
He grabbed a good handful of skin, enjoying your warmth once again against the palm of his hand. Lucifer nuzzled his face against the back of your head and pulled you against him while you squirmed and complained in protest. "I wanted to be on top! I liked what we had before!"
"Well, I'd like to sleep like this tonight," he stated, the breath from his voice heating up your ear. "We can try your way again tomorrow."
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