Male!Reader Inserts

Mammon X Male!Reader Lemon

//this fandom is so kinky y'all omg.

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Lucky Investment
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It had been expensive.

Hell, almost too expensive.

You pored over the magazine, your eyes tracing the lines of Mammon's drenched body like a starved man. You'd rather die than admit it... But this magazine had served only one purpose since you'd purchased it.

You'd hidden your crush on the second oldest pretty well- after all, he'd no doubt get a big head over it if he found out. Plus, with the way he fawned over his gaggle of witches all the time, you were sure he didn't even swing your way.

You were in the middle of... Ahem, admiring Mammon's modeling when said demon knocked on your door.
"Yo, lemme use your shower!"

You let out a frustrated groan, sitting up and pulling your underwear back up over your hips as you glared at the door. He knocked again, and you sighed, sliding the magazine under your pillow before going to open the door for him.
You were about to ask him why when he breezed right past you, calling out a cheery 'thanks!' and shutting the bathroom door behind him.

Your steamy mood officially ruined, you slunk off to work off some steam in a more productive way. No doubt, Beel would be down to work out with you a bit.

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You sighed softly when you returned to your room, exhausted after your workout. Beel had sensed you needed pushed a bit more today, and boy did he fuckin' deliver. You were sure you'd be aching tomorrow, and counted yourself lucky that you didn't have any classes.

You'd just shut the door behind you and began heading to flop onto your bed when you looked up and saw Mammon. He was reclined on your pillow, reading the magazine that you'd been indulging in. He glanced up at you as you halted.

"Didn't know you liked stuff like this." He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Look, I... We can do this later, alright?" You said shortly, running a hand through your hair and closing your eyes lightly. "I've had to deal with demons staring at my ass at the gym for the past three or four hours, and I'm not in the mood to-"

"Huh?" Mammon asked, sitting up. He furrowed his eyebrows, glaring slightly. "Who? Why didn't you call me, huh?! I'm s'pose to protect you, y'know!"
"Well, yeah, but I didn't figure that counted." You pointed out, then moved to take off your shirt. "Now- I'm hot, sweaty, and tired. Really, unless you wanna see me strip down to my underwear, we can talk later."

He blinked at you, then stood.
You were sure he was going to leave, but were shocked to feel his hands rest lightly on your now bare sides.

"Those demons that kept hitting on you... You wouldn't show this much skin for them, would you?" He asked. He was a bit quieter than before, a serious tone to his voice that struck you as odd. He looked down into your eyes, his thumbs slipping below the waistband of your shorts. "You'd only do this for me. Right?"

You were so confused.

Had you bumped your head? Fallen asleep perhaps?

This had to be a dream.

The feeling of his hands slowly sliding your shorts off of you caused you to shiver slightly, and you let out a soft, involuntary moan at the feel of his lips against your collarbone.