With a sharp inhale, you pulled out..
A wrapper? Some wrapped for what looked to be a granola bar, or at least the devildom version of one.
Before you could question why, Mammon trudged over.
"Oi! That's mine. Which, by the way, ya can gladly throw away. It was either that, or my 2 Grimm I have in my pocket. Not giving that away, no way."
You facepalm at the demon, as Barbatos politely took the wrapper from you, tossing it in the garbage.
"This game is.. Stupid. I don't wanna play!"
Mammon whines
Asmo spoke up.
"I can take your tur-"
"No! I mean.. No! No thanks. I, the great mammon, will take my turn because I'm not a quitter."
"Oh? What about the time Lucifer asked y-"
Almost instantly, you were tugged into the closet, doors slammed shut. Whatever it was, he clearly didn't want it being told. Or to be there when it was.
"You alright..?"
"I'm fine! Totally good. Asmo is just.. Bugging me a bit!"
He huffs, trying to get comfortable. Unfortunately, that dastardly blanket struck again, making him slip and whack something on a.. Well, something.
"Mammon! Are you ok?"
You crouched down, feeling around for him and eventually finding his face.
"Ah..!"
He hissed, wincing.
"I'm.. I'm fine!"
"Are you sure? That sounded very.. Painful!"
"Yes! I'm.. I'm fine! You think a little injury like that could knock me down?"
He shakes his head
"... Could'ya maybe like.. Ya know, like.. Kiss it to feel better..."
Though he got quieter with every word he spoke, you understood him.
"Well, where's it hurts?"
Without hesitation, he pointed to a spot. You leaned down, giving him a small kiss in that spot.
"And.. Uh.. Right here too."
He points to another part of his face.
That process was what lead you to this current situation. You had your lips on his, making out like it was your last day alive. Hands in each other's hair, and on each other's body, clothes were tossed aside like it was nothing. Mammon was obviously impatient. He was desperately trying to tear his pants off, to the point you had to remind him he was wearing a belt.
More clothes were thrown in the darkness, likely going to be hard to find in them after you finished your fun.
Like his avatar suggested, he was quite greedy to get started. He was practically begging to fuck you by this point, way to eager to start. He stared at you, hands on your chest and dick pressed against your thigh.
"Please, I really can't wait..!"
"Mammon, haven't you ever heard of foreplay?"
"Is that like, one of Levi's video games??"
"Mammon.."
You facepalm. After explaining in simple what it was, you felt your legs being pushed further part. His hair tickled you slightly as he immediately went to begin preparing you. He made a face at the taste at first, before his tongue eventually made it's way inside of you. It wiggled around, curious about everything.
You gasped, hand over your mouth to quiet you down. Reality hit you when the closet door began opening. It felt like slow motion. You quickly grabbed it, pulling it back shut. Whoever it was clearly got the hint, because it remained closed afterwards.
Meanwhile, Mammon eventually sat up.
"Is that good? Please? I just can't wait anymore for ya!!"
Seems he didn't even notice the closet door nearly ending his entire life.
"Alright, just-"
Before you could finish your sentence, he was shuffling to get into a comfortable position, immediately trying to find where to put it in. Once he managed the task, he was in you faster than things go into his shopping cart.
You didn't have to explain what to do next, since he quickly began moving. For a second you thought maybe it wasn't his first time, but the demon was obviously just doing whatever felt good.
He was thrusting into you for a while, but for a second, he slowed.
"W-wait, this feels good for you too, right?"
"Yes, Mammon, you were doing great."
You reassure. That's all's he seemed to need, because he quickly began his movements once again.
You knew to be quiet, and though you told Mammon to as well, he seemed to have forgotten where he was. He seemed to only know he was inside of you, and not in a closet.
With another sharp thrust, ropes of warm fluids shot into you. You came at the same time, despite wanting to yell your head off. It was obvious he didn't know what he was doing. Surely you could get some pills, or just tell Beel you took his last yogurt and get it gone the old fashioned way with a nice punch to the stomach.
Coming out of the closet, after dressing of course, you were both given weird looks. It was obvious Mammon had snapped back into the reality of it, because he quickly made a run for it to save himself the embarrassment. You just shook your head, facepalming once again. That damned demon.
