fucking your best friend mammon for the first time <3 a spur of the moment thing, one too many drinks has both of you spilling your hearts out and a hand on your thigh that led to this. the guilt of it all.. he knows he can’t ever have you completely, so he deserves to indulge himself just this once, right? he’d be so confused too, about whether he should think about tomorrow or lose himself in you. he doesn’t really get to pick though, not when your sweet cunt pulls him in like that.
“ffffuck, such a perfect fuckin’ pussy. squeezin’ so damn tight, knew she’d be like t-this- oh-”
each calculated thrust has the both of you whimpering n moaning into each others ear. theres a steady plap, plap, plap of his hips slapping against yours, and one hand slides between your bodies to rub your clit. it has you gripping him tight, your eyes shutting close at the overwhelming pleasure.
“nuh uh, look at me, baby. lemme see those pretty eyes.” he’d say, hand firmly grasping your chin and pulling to face him.
your eyes flutter open, pupils blown black, and he coos at how fucked out you look already, “there she is. my sweet human. ain’t ever been fucked like this before, have ya?”
you instantly shake your head in response, but he didn't even really need your confirmation. being his best friend, he knows practically everything about you, including your sex life. when he found out your past partners didn’t treat you well, or that you didn’t have any at all… well, he made it his personal mission to show you himself.
his thrusts slow down and you whine, “s okay, sweets… your mams is gonna show you, yeah? gonna take care of ya the way you deserve. you just gotta do one thing for me.”
you go silent, staring into his deep, blue eyes with doubt and uncertainty.
“you say it all the time, don’t ya? even beg me to say it back too. as friends, or whatever the fuck. so what’s the difference now? cmon, make me happy, treasure.”
after a long pause, you mumble, “…love you.”
his movements halt completely. “hm? couldn’t hear ya. try again.”
“i… i love you, okay? fuck, dont piss me off mammon please-” you whine, your own hips impatiently bucking up into his, desperate for friction.
“nope. say it like you mean it.”
“i love you, mammon. l-love you so much, please, just.. want you so bad right now.” you croak out, practically in tears.
he smiles fondly, “attagirl. was that so hard?”
he picks up his pace again, his cock driving into your pussy, obscene sounds filling the room. his whole being covers your field of vision, and you couldn’t look away even if you tried.
“yer gonna make me cum already, treasure… you want it inside? yeah? want me to fill ya up?”
you can only respond in incoherent babbles and mumbles, shaking your head eagerly. he groans loud as your legs wrap around his waist to keep him in place. neither of you can think straight, too drunk on each others feel to even care anymore. the hand on your clit never slows, flicking back and forth in a way that has your back arching.
“fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum, treasure. gonna fill up this pussy just the way you want, baby. ‘s all for you, ohh, fuck… s-shit-”
he groans, panting heavy as you feel his warm cum spill into you, coating your insides. your own release hits you like a freight train, which he holds you through till you stop shaking.
if you think he’s gonna let you get away now, treasure, youre dead wrong.
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