Irresistible Attraction (Mammon X Body Insecure MC) 18+ Fluffy Smut
Sorry this took so long! I kept rewriting it trying to make it perfect! I’m excited to have finally completed it and I hope you like it! Thank you (Unknown if they want to be tagged) for the writing prompt. This has been a labor of love! I learned so much writing this!
Summary: When Mammon realizes MC is avoiding his sexual advances, he attempts to figure out what’s going on.
What to Expect: smut, AFAB, fluff, established relationship, unprotected sex, crying, insecurity, negative self talk, polycoded, Mammon is pushy and greedy but means well, MC is wearing pants and a shirt, shallowing, gender neutral, cum on body.
I’m currently not accepting writing prompts, and plan to in the future once I get my guidelines situated. I was just super in love with the idea!
Vulgar Language: cunt, pussy, cock, vagina, general swearing such as fuck, shit etc.
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Archive of Our Own
Chapter 1: Alone at Last
The unbearable tension that grew between Mammon and you was no longer ignorable. The two of you sat on his sofa making out while some video neither of you planned to watch continued to play.
Wrapping a hand behind your thigh, he effortlessly hiked you onto his lap to deepen the kiss. The feel of your tongue against his was waning on his already diminishing inhibitions.
“Ya know, this is all your fault human.”
He broke the kiss, his lips sensually brushing past yours as he began to speak.
“If ya didn’t go and tease me.”
His tone was labored with ecstasy as he blamed you for both of your desires.
“...This nevuh woulda happened.”
And, he was right, it truly did feel that way. Mammon’s sin gave him the insatiable desire to pursue all things that were valuable, and you were one of the greatest jewels.
With both hands on your hips, he grinded you against the bulge of his pants. The pressure of his cock tempting your already swollen cunt.
“Ya like that treasure?”
His question begged for your praise and his body demanded it. Rocking harder, he drew moan after moan out of you. The ownership of your current pleasure further enticing the greed that already resided inside him.
“Fuck…”
He bit at his bottom lip in an attempt to maintain his composure.
It didn’t work.
Desperately he clawed into your thighs; steadying you as he rocked you into his wave-like motion. The peak of each ripple elevating both of your arousals.
He couldn’t take it anymore. His urges were becoming unmanageable and he would do anything to have more of you.
Leaning back, he caressed your sides, pulling at your shirt in an attempt to remove it.
“Oh look, I’ve been wanting to see this.”
Your words were random and they caught him off guard. Pointing over at the tv, you redirected his attention; using the moment to seamlessly adjust your shirt to cover back up.
Mammon looked over, only to see a video that neither of you would have wanted to watch. In fact, he wasn’t even sure what was playing at this point because it was just some random recommendation from Deviltube. Wait…was that an ad?
“Yo, are you serious!?”
Mammon was offended. The last few weeks everything had been more interesting than him, or at least he felt that way, and now you wanted to watch some random ad over fooling around with him? What the fuck was going on?
“MC, ya got a problem or somethin’?”
His callout made you freeze. He hadn’t said anything about the way you’ve been acting lately and you hoped it would have remained that way.
“Like, I know you ain’t tryin' to watch that.”
He gestured to the ad as it ended. Ugh, what bad timing. You thought to yourself. In all fairness you would have never pointed to the tv if you had known.
“Sorry, I thought it was something else.”
You attempted to cover up your failing lie, but Mammon didn’t buy it.
“Seriously, what’s goin on?”
Couldn’t he just let it go?
“Mammon, I promise; nothing’s up. I just got a little nervous.”
You tried your luck at a half truth, but it seemed that it wasn’t in your cards to outwit him today.
“That ain’t true, ya been actin’ weird for a bit.”
Been actin’ weird for a bit? Are you kidding me, he noticed?
Of course he noticed. Mammon noticed most things about you, he loved to. But just this once, couldn’t he just leave it alone? It had nothing to do with him.
The thoughts in your mind were racing and soon it was hard to find the right words.
“We don’t gotta do this if ya don’t wanna.”
That wasn’t it. You did ‘wanna’, you just couldn’t get out of your head long enough for that to happen.
It had been weeks that you had been rejecting him, with little to no explanations, and he was beginning to wonder if you even liked him at all.
“Oi! MC! Ya hear me?”
Mammon broke the silence with his worry, snapping his fingers in front of your face in an attempt to help you regain consciousness.
“We don’t gotta do nothin’ if ya..”
His attempts at comfort only increased your anxiety.
“N-no, no, that’s not it…Its…”
You began to stutter, quickly trying to find the words to make the conversation end.
“What, What is it then?”
His fears cut you off, trying to speed up your answers. What did he do wrong? Why were you having so much trouble talking to him?
“Did somethin’ happen?”
He was asking questions faster than you could answer, and even faster than you could process.
Overwhelmed, you rushed for the door, Mammon swiftly following behind.
“HEY! Wait, would ya?!”
He reached out for your arm.
“Leave me alone!”
Avoiding his grasp, you ran off; slamming the door behind you.
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“And, you didn’t do anything?”
Asmo inquired after Mammon explained what had just happened.
“What makes ya always think I did somethin’? I’m askin’ for your help, and this is what I get?”
“So, is that a no...or?”
“Asmo, I ain’t bein’ funny. You got that thing with MC tonight, ya gotta figure out what’s up.”
“I don’t know, what’s in it for me? ♪”
The nerve. That was Mammon’s job.
“You kiddin’ me? Nothin’, the satisfaction of helpin’ your older brother out.”
“Yeah, I don’t know about that.”
“I don’t want to hear ya askin’ me for nothin’ ever again then.”
“Hun, you're the last demon I’d ask for something.”
Mammon let out a groan of frustration. Resorting to his next best plan…guilt.
“I can’t believe you would treat your older brother like this! After all I’ve done for ya…”
His animated hand motions expressed his annoyance.
“Like that time I returned your bracelet back to ya instead of sellin’ it.”
“You were the one who stole it, sweetie.”
“Point bein’, I didn’t sell it! I brought it back to ya! That thing was worth major grimm, I coulda made bank!”
He left out the part where he only returned it because he was caught in the middle of the transaction.
Asmo rolled his eyes, his next words, putting Mammon out of his misery.
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
It took Mammon a moment to realize that Asmo had agreed to his plea.
“Oh, and how abou...Really?”
“Yeah, why not?”
Asmo shrugged as if the answer had been easy all along. Because it had. The moment he realized it was something involving you, he knew he was going to say yes. It was just an added bonus to be able to get under Mammon’s skin for a bit.
Pulling out his phone, he reminded you of your date; reassuring Mammon that he was serious.
Asmo: “Don’t forget 😉”
MC: “Wouldn’t miss it!”
Chapter 2: Spilling the Tea
Asmo laid next to you on his bed in nothing more than a robe. The floral smell of his body oil was soothing yet overwhelming.
“So, these were the earlier designs and I thought they were a bit boring, so I came out with these…”
He opened a velvet lined box that revealed the prototypes of a new ring collection he had been designing for his jewelry line.
“Aren't they just perfect? No need to answer that, I designed them, I know they are! ♡”
Winding down with Asmo was pleasant. He’d always have a warm cup of tea waiting for you, a new beauty product to try…usually several, and he led most of the conversation; leaving you to just sit there and relax as he kept you updated on all things him.
“Oh and that’s not even the best part, the finished ones are each going to have their own unique charm that grants the wearer a different magical effect.”
He continued to fill you in.
“...I haven’t figured out all the details yet because I need to run it by Diavolo, and all, but I absolutely think everyone will love this line, I mean, how couldn’t you? ♡”
Asmo sprung up with enthusiasm at his own bragging.
“Try one on! I’d bet these would look just stunning on you!”
Pulling a ring out of the box, he slid it onto your finger, holding your hand in his palm to get a better view.
“aaaannnnd…look at that, I was right.”
He moved your hand around to let the ring shine.
“That looks absolutely gorgeous on you! ♡ ”
Admiring it for a few more moments, he sensually caressed the tips of your fingers with his thumb.
“But, that’s not a surprise, everything looks gorgeous on you.”
His words were sweet and complemented by a wink and a smile.
“ Speaking of… ♪”
He let go of your hand.
“That outfit I ordered you last week, It came in this morning, right?”
Removing the ring from your finger, he placed it back into the box.
“Have you tried it on yet? Do you love it? I bet you look absolutely Devilgramable in it!”
Asmo sat up in excitement at the thought, eagerly awaiting your feedback.
“I haven’t had time to try it on yet.”
“Awww, really?”
He pouted in disappointment.
“...I wanted to see it.”
Silence filled the air for a moment as Asmo sulked. He really wanted to know what it looked like on you because he was positive it would accentuate your best features.
“...Oooh! You know what!”
He perked up with enthusiasm, eager to express the thought that had popped into his head.
“I have a fun idea! Why don’t we try on outfits for each other? I have one I’ve been wanting to show you and I wouldn’t mind seeing how you look in the one I bought!”
Your stomach dropped. That sounded like anything but fun. Because the truth was, you had tried on that outfit; you just hated it.
The concept was cute, you loved how it looked when Asmo and you saw it on the rack; but after actually seeing it on yourself; you felt that it highlighted all your insecurities. How were you going to tell him that? He was so modelesque, it was intimidating.
“I’d rather not, I’m kind of tired.”
Strange. Asmo thought to himself, noticing the subtle shift in your demeanor. This was similar to what Mammon had described to him earlier.
“You ok, sweetie?”
He was relieved to finally get the chance to inquire about your problem. It had been on his mind since Mammon had brought it to his attention, and he was finding it unusually difficult to think about only himself.
“Y-Yeah, Yeah, I’m fine.”
Noticing your growing discomfort, he took your hand into his.
“Hun, you’re not fooling anyone. What’s going on?”
His thumb caressed over the top of your palm to show his support.
“You told me you loved that outfit in the shop and now it’s like you could care less about it, and a little birdy told me you’ve been avoiding their advances lately.”
Wow, subtle. Wasn’t anything private in this house?
“So, Mammon talked to you?”
“He might have said something… ♪”
His fingers played with yours in an attempt to soothe you.
“Plllleeaaase don’t be mad at me. I just want to be here for you.”
He pleaded for your forgiveness.
“Come on, you know you can talk to me.”
His tone was warm and his smile was inviting, complimenting his already striking features. Fuck he was beautiful…He was always so beautiful. He could pull off anything he wore and even when he thought he didn’t look good, he did. How could you even begin talking to him about what was going on? What would he think?
The words once again struggled to find their way out of your mouth as you attempted to confide in him.
“I-I-I don’t like the way I look.”
Asmo’s face dropped at the meaning of what you said. His hand gripping yours tighter to show his support.
“I-I don't know, I just don’t think I look good in most things.”
Your voice cracked as you held back tears, battling the thoughts in your head. You weren’t quite sure how to explain your issue to Asmo the Avatar of Lust; and rightly self proclaimed the avatar of beauty.
“Like, what would Mammon even think if he saw me naked?”
Tears began to roll down your face as you confessed your fears.
“Oh sweetie…”
He cupped your face into his hands, guiding your gaze to his to show his sincerity.
“That you’re the hottest being he’d ever seen.”
His eyes welled up with tears as he expressed his truth. He could relate to your insecurities; he too felt insecure about his body from time to time. It was constantly a losing game, and it broke his heart to think you were feeling the same.
“I don’t know how to tell you this lovely, but you’re wrong. You're one of the prettiest beings I’ve laid my eyes on.”
The tears he was holding back, slowly began to drip down his face.
“Before you, I’ve never met anyone who’s come close to matching my beauty.”
His lips grazed against yours as he resisted the impulse to kiss you; fearing it may tarnish his intentions.
“And, I’ve been to 3 worlds.”
Pulling you into his comforting embrace, he rubbed his hands up and down your back in an attempt to soothe your stress.
“MC, I’m obsessed with the way you look, almost as much as I’m obsessed with the way I do. I wouldn’t want you to change it for the world. We are easily the hottest couple to walk down the streets of the Devildom and our presence together is unmatched.”
His voice rang softly into your ear, as he snuggled you tighter into his arms.
“You are so attractive. And I think anyone would be lucky to see you naked.”
Releasing you from his embrace, he settled down next to you. Guiding your head to rest against his shoulder.
“Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and I don’t even want to leave the house.”
Taking in a breath of air to stifle the remaining tears he had left; he attempted to connect with you.
“I don’t always feel pretty either…”
He gently massaged the top of your head, slowly easing you both to sleep.
“...As shocking as that may seem.”
Leaning back, you both rested on each other in silence; the sweet aroma of tea and perfume comforting your spiraling thoughts.
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It was the middle of the night when Asmo was awoken by the buzz of his phone.
“Yo!”
“Hey!”
“I know ya seein this!”
“Asmo!”
“Ya betta not be doin’ anything funny with MC.”
“Ya suppose to be helpin’ me out dontcha forget!”
“Imma just message ya till ya respond.”
Tiredly Asmo attempted to respond, only to be interrupted by an incoming call from Mammon.
Hitting the reject button before the sound could disrupt your sleep he followed up with a text.
“Calm down sweetie, I got your answer.”
Chapter 3: Irresistible Attraction
Sitting up on your bed, you checked your phone…nothing. Mammon hadn’t talked, texted or seen you since that night and you wondered how long it would be until he did. It was unlike him to stay upset with you for this long, usually by now he would have at the very least come up with an excuse to talk to you.
But, maybe he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.
Maybe Asmo reported back to Mammon like you suspected he would.
And, Maybe Mammon decided that he was done with you.
Ugh, the thought of that put a pit in your stomach. Closing the messenger app, you switched to Devilgram; hoping the endless scroll would drown out your unwanted thoughts.
“Are you blind or just stupid!?”
The sound of Mammon’s voice bursting into the room startled you.
“I hear ya don’t think ya look good?”
He slammed the door behind himself as he made his way towards the bed.
“I don’t know where ya got that dumb idea from, cause it ain’t true. I mean look at ya…”
His hand gestured in the air to check out your body as he questioned the information as though he got it wrong.
“...You’re the fuckin hottest.”
Plopping down at the foot of the bed, he continued.
“Like, how can ya even think that?”
Mammon was at a loss. He checked you out for a moment to try to imagine what you saw. But he couldn’t, he could never think of you as unattractive. Was your mirror in your room broken or somethin?
“What? Do ya gotta hear me say it?”
In all honesty, you did. It was hard to say it to yourself sometimes and how did you know Mammon actually did feel that way? Nodding your head yes, your words came out as a whisper.
“Yeah…”
It was embarrassing to answer him. But, it was even more embarrassing for him to answer you.
“Yo, like, really?”
He shifted in his spot to expel anxiety.
“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
But he did want to. He just couldn’t get out of his own thoughts long enough to…oh.
The correlation between your feelings became clear to him.
Truth be told, Mammon didn’t want to tell you all that stuff, because what were you going to think of him? He can’t be soft and sensitive; he was a demon after all and that wasn’t cool.
But, you not knowing how attractive he found you, that also wasn’t cool. Looking away, he rubbed the back of his neck to soothe his nerves, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.
“I think ya look pretty amazin’.”
His confession was unpoetic but genuine.
“Like, really amazin’…”
He paused nervously between his words.
“...I can’t stop looking at ya.”
His hands and eyes gestured towards you in an expressive motion that attempted to get you to see what he saw.
Leaning beside you on the bed, he rested on his arm; as he continued his monologue.
“Like, ya know those statues we learned about in human world history? The ones that are usually naked and shit?”
the Greek ones? Confused about where this was going, you continued to listen to Mammon as he attempted to clarify his motives.
“Yeah, ya make me think of those. Because like, they're pretty and stuff.”
“I remember hearin’ from Lucifer that they were known for their ‘natural beauty’ or some shit and it made me think about how they’re a lot like you.”
His heart rate began to pick up as he went on, his eyes checking out your body.
“I don’t know what to tell ya MC…”
His cock tightened his pants.
“I think ya fuckin’ hot”
Blush lit up his face as he swallowed the feelings of his arousal; his gaze returning back to yours.
“Besides, ya betta stop insultin’ me. The Great Mammon doesn’t just stare at anything, ya know?”
His hand cupped your face; the flat of his thumb sensually rolling over the softness of your lips.
“So, cut it out with this ‘I don’t look pretty,’ trash.”
His words aimed to disprove you as his face leaned closer to yours.
“Cause ya are pretty…”
He kissed your lips. Pulling away to berate you once more.
“...Stupid….”
With his face just a few inches away from yours, his eyes begged asked for another kiss. To which you responded with your lips against his. The validation of your interest re-igniting the weeks of tension that had built up between the two of you.
Rolling you into the mattress, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moans of ecstasy as they escaped your lips.
Oh how badly he'd been wanting you. And the feeling of your body writhing underneath his told him just how much you wanted him too.
Steadying himself onto his knees between your legs, he removed his shirt; following it up by sliding yours up and over your breasts; purposely keeping the fabric on to accommodate your comfort.
He took a moment to admire your body as it laid before him, his hands caressing up and down your shape.
“I ain’t got a clue what you see, Treasure.”
His words reassured you of his unconditional attraction.
“Because ya body is bangin’”
Resting his hands on either side of your head, he leaned in; kissing the skin of your neck.
Small whimpers of desire escaped your lips as he worked his way down the front of your body. The temperature of his labored breaths, only adding to the already tantalizing sensation.
Your fingers desperately clutched at his hair as he sucked the top of your breasts, leaving small marks of possession.
Continuously he made his way down, his lips appreciating every part of your body they came across, until he was stopped by the waistband of your pants.
Biting the fabric, he pulled at the top with his teeth, using his hands to assist him in sliding them over your ass and off your body.
Damn. He thought, as he checked you out. What was it ya didn’t like?
He growled as he nipped at the skin of your calves, pecking his way back up to your neck. His body pressing up against yours as he leaned in. The bulge of his pant’s applying pressure to your sensitive clit.
“Yo, ya gotta stop doin’ this to me…”
You moaned as you felt him twitch. The wetness from your arousal seeping through his pants.
“Ya know it’s hard for a Demon to resist somethin’ like you.”
Fully succumbing to his sin; he balanced on one arm to release his cock. You whimpered as it rested against your swollen cunt, slowly being rocked by the movement of his returning kiss.
Thrusting his hips, Mammon’s shaft continued to tease your folds. The repeated friction teetering you on the edge.
Fuck! You thought. The ache between your legs was insufferable. And with each sway of his hips it was only getting worse.
Instinctively you pulled him in, grinding back in an attempt to keep it going. Fuck, he felt so good, you were so close, you could just…
The tip of Mammon’s cock slid inside you by mistake; causing you both to let out moans that could be heard from outside of the room.
Re-orienting himself, he swayed barely an inch into your entrance; stimulating all the sensitive nerves that resided there. Your body trembled as he teased the most shallowest parts of your vagina.
Mammon was greedy in every way, and that included when it came to your pleasure. In this moment; every moan, movement, and gasp that came from you was his, and only his; and nothing tempted his sin more.
Stepping off the bed, Mammon pulled you to the edge; positioning your legs on either side of his waist to give himself more control.
His heart raced as he slid himself back into you, both your bodies shaking with euphoria as he slowly worked himself in and out, gradually increasing his depth. The adrenaline that was rushing through the both of yous was no longer able to be ignored.
Tilting your hips to reach the correct angle, Mammon filled you with his length, growling as his hips met yours.
You tightened your thighs together as he thrusted deep into you, grinding his curve up against your g-spot. Your pussy twitching around him as he controlled the rhythm of his hips.
Purposely he maintained a speed that was less than you wanted; indulging in the whimpers of your desires. Leaning his hands on the bed, he lost himself in the image of your body, mesmerized by the beauty of your motions below him.
He was so in love with you, he couldn’t believe it. He’d pleasure you all day if you’d let him, but he knew he couldn’t because eventually your human body would give up.
Finally giving you what you wanted, he steadied his motion; rocking hard and consistently against your spot. At this point, being aroused was painful.
Please Please Please. You begged in your mind. You couldn't take it any more. Out of breath and dizzy you clawed into his back to try to release some of your torturous pleasure.
“Come on, Treasure.”
Mammon cheered you on through his labored breaths. You both were reaching sexual exhaustion. You had played this game too long.
“Come on, MC.”
He gritted his teeth, carefully keeping the pace of his motion.
“Oh yes, like that.”
You praised him to make sure he would continue.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You were so fucking close!
Wrapping your legs around him you grinded hard onto your g-spot. The deep pressure stimulating your clit.
“I-I-m, gonna…”
Your moans rang through the room as you came; the warm sensation of your orgasm pushing him dangerously over the edge.
Pulling out, Mammon wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked; releasing himself onto your stomach.
“Fuck, I fucking love you treasure.”
His hands once again resided on either side of your head as he caught his breath. Time felt as if it froze as the two of you attempted to center yourself. Mammon’s hair brushing past your face acting as your anchor.
Stepping out of his pants, Mammon dropped to his forearms to kiss your lips; rubbing his thumbs caringly over the top of your forehead.
“I love you, MC.”
He kissed your lips again.
“And there ain’t anythin’ in this world that could get me to stop.”
His eyes gazed into yours to show his sincerity. Kissing your lips a few more times, he began to return back to reality.
He winced as he noticed the cold stickiness of his cum between the two of you.
Standing up, he looked around the room for a rag, settling on his shirt by the foot of the bed; he cleaned you up and wiped himself off; tossing it to the side when he was done.
He assisted you under the sheets, following in after you. Laying down, he pulled you onto his chest, wrapping his arm around your back to keep you close. The feeling of your heart beating against his side relaxed him.
He could have stayed like this forever. He never wanted to leave you. Not now, not ever. The last couple of weeks without you were lonely like he had never known and he was glad to have you back in his arms.
Mammon may not have understood exactly what made you feel this way, but he was more than happy to remind you how much he loved you time and time again if it would help.
Kissing your forehead, he snuggled you even tighter, falling asleep to the faint sounds of your tired breaths.
Original Prompt (paraphrased):
Mammon and MC are sitting in his room and he tries to do it with her a lot but they keep stopping him. One day he gets mad and asks Asmo for help so Asmo asks Mc what the reason is. They tell him that she feels insecure about her body, and he comforts her and when Asmo tells Mammon about it, he goes to her and makes love to them.
