EYE CANDIES [Varied × Top Male Reader]

Mammon | Obey Me

SWEET

Requested by: Kittykathoi

Origin: Obey Me

Genre: 💚

Warnings: Sexual themes

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The house of lamentation had been awfully quiet over the past week. Things had been tense and awkward in the house.

The reason for this?

[Y/n] [L/n]. A person so straightforward and blunt that he makes flirting unattractive and painful.

And unfortunately for the rest of the house, the human had a major crush on Mammon.

But alas, between the blunt nature of [Y/n] and Mammon's tendency to deflect affection through aggression, the two have been a painful sight to watch for the other brothers.

So out of slight frustration at the pair, the group of brothers took it upon themselves to lock both males in Mammon's room for the night, in hopes that maybe some resolve will occur and they'll figure out how to act around eachother.

Which led them to their current situation, Mammon aggressively pounding on a door that had been enchanted to survive his demonic outbursts, and [Y/n] who had long since given up trying to escape and was now playing flappy bird on his phone whilst led on Mammon's bed.

"You could help y'know!"

"If it's not gonna open for you going all out, then why would it open for a human?" He asks, not looking up from his phone.

This only seems to achieve pissing Mammon off more as he stomps over towards his bed, glaring down at the male.

"You think you're so smart, huh?"

"Yes, actually."

"Yeah!? Well- give me that damned phone!" Mammon yells, attempting to grab his phone, the other boy not moving and simply holding it out of his reach. Mammon leans over the bed more, one knee on the mattress to help his reach.

The [H/c] haired male laughs at the demon, who in this moment of distraction slips.

"Mphhh-!"

Mammon instantly pulls back, hand over mouth, face bright red, he rolls off the other boy and onto the other side of the bed.

[Y/n], still in slight shock, licks his lower lip, almost cherishing the taste of Mammon's lips on his own, even if it was an accident.

"Well-"

"Shut up." Mammon mutters, his voice being muffled as he had turned over to bury his face in the pillows.

"Why?" [Y/n] asks, sitting up to stare down at the white haired male, who slowly turns his reddened face to answer.

He just shakes his head, biting his lip and averting any eye contact.

[Y/n] places his hand on his heated cheek, "Mammon," He whispers, catching the male's attention as he leans down, hovering just over his lips, the golden eyed demon whining slightly at the lack of contact, leaning up and connecting their lips again.

Mammon whines again as [Y/n] roughly pushes him back onto the bed, straddling his waist as he deepens the kiss. The two eventually have to pull away for air, both panting and red in the face, eyes connected in a striking array of gold and [E/c]. The sexual tension between the two was thick, Mammon's hands grabbing fistfuls of [Y/n]'s uniform every so often.

[Y/n] grabs his hands, restraining them above his head by the wrists, he then proceeds to leave light pecks from his cheek to his mouth, lightly peppering his already swelling lips.

"Be mine~"

It was more of a demand than a question, though Mammon still answered, his eagerness and growing erection paramount of his reply.

"Y-yes" He let out in a shaky breath, lips quivering slightly from the roughness of the man before him. "I-i'm yours"

"Good boy." He caresses Mammon's cheek with his other hand, he moves his knee in-between Mammon's legs, holding up against his erection. The demon almost instantly starts grinding on his master's leg, starved for that bit of attention which he normally deprives himself of.

"P-please..."

"Please what?"

"Please... S-sir.."

He grins, slipping his hand into the other boxers, wrapping it around his member as he starts to slowly pump it back and forth. He trails kisses along his tanmed neck, leaving dark bruises and bitemarks over the assaulted skin, although he maintains his slow pace.

Mammon starts to aggressively buck his hips into his hand, desperate for more friction and that oh so desired release. The other watches in amusement, stopping his pace altogether, whispering small words of encouragement to the white haired boy as he fucks his dom's hand.

[Y/n] gently bites his earlobe, pulling at it slightly and then gripping his hand a little tighter.

Mammon moans deeply at the change, thrusting his hips faster, his body feeling overworked from the stretch of thrusting with his restrained hands. Although the slight burning sensation in his abdomen only seemed to get him off more as with one loud moan, he came in his master's hand.

Letting go of his sub, slipping his hand out of his pants, [Y/n] sits back on the bed, licking a long strip of cum off his fingers.

"Who knew you were so sweet, baby boy~"