Work Text:
she lays there motionless on his bed aside for her chest rising and falling softly. even then it's barely noticeable. under the bright fluorescent lights in mammon's room she's managed to find a way to fall asleep, but not before attempting to take off her clothes first. instead of pulling her jean skirt down her legs its pushed up to her waist exposing her supple thighs and black underwear. his hands curl into a fist around the ibuprofen in his palm, the glass of water in his other hand shaking slightly as he moves to set the items down on his nightstand.
this is when mammon sees more of her, realizes she's a lot more indecent than he had originally thought. he takes in the sight of her, the way her shirt is contorted in such a way that her right breast is out and in full view. the cold air in mammon's room made her nipples hard and pebbled against her shirt and his first thought was to touch, to feel the hard bud pushing against the fabric of her shirt across his fingertips.
he yearned for it. mammon wanted it so bad that his arm outstretched without so much a thought. his hands almost cupped her clothed breast, hovered over it just enough that he could feel the warmth emanating from her body pushing against his hand. the soft rise and fall of her chest brings her breast up just enough that mammon can just barely feel it pushing against his palm, and its enough that he snaps out of his daze and retracts his hand as though he's been burned.
it's starting to get hot. stuffy. mammon tugs at the collar of his shirt while allowing reason to enter his stuffy brain. he knows better. being high doesn't all of a sudden lower your inhibitions, your morals. at least, not for mammon. maybe a little bit more brutish, more honest, but not... whatever this is.
mammon closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath.
his new objective is to wake her up.
help her get changed into some of his clothes.
force her to drink that cup of water and take the ibuprofen before getting her back to bed.
when mammon sets his eyes on her again his mind goes blank. all he can think about is how pretty she looks just like that. what a beautiful mess.
she's soft all over, skin supple and glazed under the warmth of his bedroom lights. mammon wants to touch and so he does. his knee presses down into the mattress beside her. she doesn't even stir when the bed dips slightly and it makes mammon's stomach do flips. he's hovering over her now, a hand reaching up to move strands of her hair out of her face and mammon has to resist the urge to press his body on top of hers; to scoop her in his arms and kiss her all over. mark her, claim her, cum all over-
mammon bites his lip, halting the thought immediately. "s'pretty," he mumbles, eyes grazing over the eyelashes touching her cheeks, the way her lips are slightly parted and a hint of drool running down her cheek. mammon thinks for a brief moment, just a split second before he leans down and kitten licks at the saliva on her chin, dragging his tongue up to her bottom lip. he brushes their lips against each other softly and he fights back a giggle at the ticklish feeling. mammon leans back when he's satisfied and looks down at her, unmoving, and wonders how much more he could do before she wakes up.
would she even wake up?
mammon felt his cock throb, the ache in his pants nearly unbearable. he sits back, mind hazy and running at ten all at once. it was just a thought, an impulsive thought, a what if. he didn't expect himself to do it. and yet, he didn't feel bad. felt no remorse actually. if anything mammon wanted to do more. he wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to feel her under him. he wanted her, all of her, and despite the pit deep in his stomach telling him it was wrong, he didn't want to be right.
with his knee still deep into the mattress mammon maneuvers to hover over her, his eyes roaming her body. he pays special attention to her thighs, a tentative hand reaching to caress her plush thighs. she stirs beneath him, causing mammon to freeze as her leg bends at the knee and stretches to the edge of the bed. he touches her again, a little rougher this time, palming her thighs in his hands nd revelling at the plush softness of them.
mammon leans down, pressing soft kisses unto her skin as she reamins completely still. he moans out softly against her skin, lowering himself slowly in between her legs. he wastes no time trailing kisses down her chest towards her exposed breast, circling his warm, wet tongue around her hard, pebbled nipple. she stirs again, a soft groan falling from her lips and her head rolls to the side mindlessly.
the throbbing in his pants only gets worse as sucks on her nipple, sucking and dragging his tongue across the bud. he presses his crotch against her, moving her other leg to the side to make space, no longer caring about the fact that she could wake up at any moment. shyly, mammon grinds against her, the warmth from her cunt emnating through her underwear and his jeans. he throws his head back, a silent moan falling from his lips before he continues his ministrations on her breast, his other hand roaming up her body to palm the other one.
when mammon's satsified, he pulls away from her breast, a thin trail of saliva connected to his lips breaks off, and her breast his glistening with spit beneath the harsh lighting of mammon's room. he moans again, a little louder, biting his lip before trailing kisses down her abdomen and over her jean skirt. he scoots down the bed as he does so, parting her legs a little more. to this there's some resistance and he looks up, eyes half-lidded and clouded with lust. she's still sound asleep, dead to the world, and mammon considers stopping -- just for a brief moment, before kissing her cunt through her panties.
it was at this moment mammon felt feral, his hazy brain fogging over and all he could think about was her, all he wanted, was her.
he kisses her through her underwear lovingly, opened mouth and with tongue, circling over her clit and running up and down her folds. he looks up at her, maintaing eye contact. her face contorts every so often, soft, whiny moans escaping her lips and mammon can't help but grind down against the bed as she does so.
he doesn't want to risk waking her up by pulling her underwear down so he pushes it to the side. her cunt is glistening, dripping wet and mammon almost cums right there. he lets out a loud, needy moan before devpuring her cunt. he kisses it once, twice, three times before sliding his tongue inside of her, licking her inner walls and revelling at the way she tastes, he moans against her, passionately eating her out, a hand coming up to rub at her clit slowly. mammon pulls back, reeling at the way her cunt is dripping wet, sloppy with his saliva and her juices.
he spits on her cunt, watching it drip down before pushing it up her folds and sucking on her clit, he pulls back with a wet pop, his finger trailing down her folds and tentatively poking at her entrance. experimentally, mammon inserts one finger with ease. the other comes with little to no resistance and no mo amount of grinding against the bed or palming himself cant relieve the ache in his pants.
mammon's eyes flutter closed as he licks her clit, fingering her slowly.
"mammon?" he freezes, eyes going wide as looks up at her. her eyes are half-lidded, mouth open in a moan, and before mammon can pull himself away from her and aplogie profusely she's gripping his hair and pushing him against her cunt hard. she grinds up against him wantonly, moaning profusely as he continues his minstrations on her cunt. he fucks her with his fingers fast, picking up the pace in a way that has high picthed, whiny moans falling from her lips.
"fuuuck," she drawls out, hands gripping the sheets and throwing her head back. her body begins to shake and she cums in mammon's mouth, her thighs squeezing around his head. she's panting, breathless as she looks down at him.
mammon opens his mouth to speak but she's pulling him up and kissing him before he gets the chance. he swipes his tongue across her bottom lip and undoes his belt before pulling himself out of his jeans.
"can i?"
"yes," she responds, whispering her answer against his lips. mammon aligns himself with her entrance and sinks in, hissing at the warmth engulfing him. once he reaches the hilt he doesn't hesitate to pull out and thrust in again, soon finding a rhythm she likes. she moans wantonly, gripping his shoulders tightly and repeating his name like a mantra in between curses with a slur. eventually, her mind goes blank and she throws her head back, mouth wide open as she takes his cock, clenching around him.
her eyes roll open and she kisses mammon sloppily before beurying her face in the crook of his neck, kissing him inbetween moans and making marks with her teeth.
"'m close," mammon slurs, his eyes screwing shut.
"me, me too," she says, throwing her head back. it only takes a few more thrusts before mammon' cumming inside her, painting her walls white. she clenches around his cock, murmuring his name before she too cums, breathless and panting. mammon pulls out, watching as milky white drips out of her and onto her sheets.
"fuck you're gorgeous," he says, taking in all of her; the blissed out expression on her face, the kiss marks on her chest, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the tremble of her legs before she closes them tightly, rolling onto her side and shaking as she catches her breath.
"relax pretty, lemme get something to clean ya up with."