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Turning in front of the mirror, you scrutinised your appearance with a hum. Earlier that day, Asmodeus had taken you out shopping for Valentine's day, it was just a day out and a bit of fun browsing through clothes when Asmodeus had the brilliant idea of buying matching lingerie. Seeing his excited expression and hands clasped together, you decided, 'Why not?'
You didn't exactly have a boyfriend or girlfriend to appreciate it but maybe in the future the attire would come in handy? Admittedly, you felt pretty good while looking at your lingerie-clad figure in the reflection. Asmodeus really does know how to flatter the form and boost self esteem, the light pink body suit hugs your body just right, the thin fabric cupping your butt.
The bunny theme of it all was a bit ridiculous but it had been on sale for ridiculously cheap so it would've been criminal not to purchase it. You snort to yourself when seeing the little white fluffy tail perched upon your butt bounce, it was certainly cute. The matching light pink bunny ears sit upon your head and you adjust the white cuffs and collar, the outfit was reminiscent of those Playboy Bunny outfits you'd seen before.
As you pondered maybe purchasing some matching white thigh highs, your door burst open. Mammon, with his usual lack of manners, let himself inside your room, demanding your attention with a loud groan, "Oi, human! Wouldja' tell Satan that I didn't sell his-"
His jaw dropped upon seeing you. You squeaked, hands coming up to hide what little you could in the revealing attire, "Mammon! Get out!"
"Hey! W-who are ya wearin' that for?!" He squawked, turning almost as red as you as he failed to tear his eyes away.
"Nobody! Just get out!" You shrieked, mortified and scrambled to your bed, hiding underneath the sheets to cover yourself.
You heard the door click shut and before you could breathe a mortified but relieved sigh, a hand on your back stunned you rigid. You peeked out to see Mammon looming over you, pupils dilated and blushing furiously, "Mammon! I told you-"
"Yeah, I heard ya," He grumbled, but the sight of you was too entrancing to just walk away from. His fingers brushed against your cheek, like he was stroking a spooked animal and he was trying to coax it from its hiding spot.
You swallowed, face hot with embarrassment and something else; something about this whole scenario was admittedly kind of arousing and the very hot, heaven-crafted, demon man staring at you like he wanted to scoop you up into his arms was certainly not helping your resolve to kick him out, "Mammon, I -"
Your words faltered as you let down the covers slightly, smooth skin exposed by the low cut of the body suit's bodice and hair splayed upon your sheets. Mammon took this as an invitation to join you, kicking his shoes off to climb into your bed with you, he laid beside you, wide-eyed as he took you in.
"Why didja' get this?" He mumbled, brows furrowed, his fingers caressed the soft skin of your cheek, then neck, greedy for more contact, for more of you, "Did anyone else get to see ya like this? I'm yer first, y'know? I should-"
"No," You huffed, cheek resting on the pillow while you faced him, "Asmo and I bought matching ones yesterday, I just wanted to try it on for fun."
"For fun?" He looked pained at that, whether it be from how hard he was getting or how he hated the thought that Asmodeus got to choose something like this for you, he didn't know, "Wearin' things like this is fun to ya?"
"Well... Yeah," you shifted, sheets brushing against bare skin, "I think... Well, it makes me feel- feel cute, I don't know," you trailed off embarrassed, hiding your face in your pillow.
Mammon groaned softly before hesitantly pulling you forward to his chest, hands grazing over your skin as if he didn't know where to start with handling all of you that was being offered to him in this outfit. Unable to resist the tender embrace, you snuggled into his arms, glancing up and laughing a little as he was poked by your bunny ears.
"Ya think this is funny?" Mammon whined, a sound that sent a tangible shock of arousal through your gut, he continued to lament, "Yer' lookin' all cute and soft and human and yer' just laughin' at me?"
You giggle, nose scrunching as you're tempted to play into the whole bunny role, your fingers holding onto the front of his shirt, you grin as you look up, "It's kinda funny."
Mammon pouted before he stole a kiss as reparations for the damage you were doing, dressed all adorable-like and lying so perfect in his arms. It's gentle, barely even a peck, like you're something delicate and maybe you like it, you're in a sweet-loving kind of mood. So you press your lips against his in return, slowly moving your lips against his as he pulls you in closer.
You chuckle against his lips at his whimpers, his hands trailing down your lingerie-wrapped body, your laughter turns into a little gasp when his hand squeezes your ass, "Mammon-"
"Shh, just be a good bunny for me, okay?" Mammon pleads as if he's scared you'll deny him, "Can ya do that for me, bunny?" Man, he really must be into this whole pet play thing, huh? Noted.
"I guess..." You pout a little playfully and laugh at the ticklish sensation of his lips trailing down your neck, you moan softly at the hot licks of his tongue against your skin. You can feel him play with the round fluffy tail of the body suit near your ass and you return the touch with the exploratory wandering of your hands up his shirt, finally trailing over the tight muscles you've been spying glances of since you arrived in Devildom.
Mammon's breath hitched and you decide to take a little more initiative, wrapping your legs around his waist and nipping gently at his neck and Adam's apple, "God, I've wanted to do this for so long," You groan, "Been so horny and you're so pretty, and hot, and biteable-"
You felt Mammon shifting more, shivering under your attention and definitely trying to not to grind too hard against your plush ass, "M-me? But what about Lucifer, or-"
"You're my first, remember?" You can't help but smile at the happy whine he gives, "Liked you since I met you."
"The start... but why? I was mean to ya back then," He glanced up at you, his cheeks pink and eyes heavy with lust and affection for you.
"But you were also a hot idiot and that seems to be a type I have-" You yelp at the light spank Mammon gives before bursting into laughter, "What? I can't help it."
"You couldn't say it was because I was jus' so handsome?" Mammon growled in mock annoyance, nose scrunched, "or more charmin' than all my brothers or even cuz' I took care of ya and made sure your cute little human butt didn't get eaten?"
"All those things too," You grinned, "And being a doofus. Which is good, Lucifer's all too rigid, and Satan's got his temper. I like a guy with humour, who makes me laugh, at his jokes or the dumb shit he does... I like you- mph!"
Your confession is cut short by Mammon burying his face in your chest, "Ya can't just say that, human! My heart can't take it."
"Centuries old and yet, you still get so flustered?" You tease softly, hips rolling unconsciously against Mammon as his hand strokes your bare thigh. "I can't be that special."
Your breath hitches when his grip tightens, his voice is muffled but his tone is pretty serious when he says, "Ya are. Don't ever think you ain't." You smile a little, heart clenching, you'll have to thank Asmodeus for making you buy this suit.
"Mammon," You whisper before cupping his face and pressing a proper kiss to his lips, firm and wanting, and he responds just as eagerly. His hands were still lightly trailing your skin, driving you crazy for more of him, maybe his greediness was afflicting you too because you needed more. "Please, please... Touch me."
"Well, since ya asked so nicely, bunny..." He grinned, feeling more assured with your words and actions, he pushed your thighs apart and began kissing his way down.
Your brows skewed together as your breath quickened, one hand wrapped in his hair as if to ground yourself with him, as if to physically affirm to yourself that you had such a beautiful creature between your legs right now, as reverent to you as you are to him.
You thank the lord for your blessings; well, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to thank him for his own son going down on you... Your karma comes in the form of Levi slamming your door open, brandishing a new game, "Hey, do you wanna- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?! MAMMON, GET OFF MY HENRY!"
"NO! FUCK OFF, GET OUT, LEVI!"
You groan and hide your face in the pillow. Idiots.