Making sweet ( and jealous) love with your boyfriend, Mammon.
+18, Male!Reader! Implied marathon sex! Jealous!sex! Implied puppy play! Collaring mentioned! Bottom!Mammon! Top!Reader! Established relationship! Male x Male! Anal! Dry humping mentioned!
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"Fuck- you are tight! So eager-hnng!"
The wet and continuous sound of your balls slapping his ass, flared your nostrils, the cold sweat on your back gluing you to the leather couch on his room. Your hands anchoring yourself on his quick hips. Mammon was rentless. The demon of greed completely using you for his own pleasure.
"You are doing so well, moni..."
Currently, your boyfriend is riding you like there's no tomorrow. The plumpness of his ass wet and stick from your previous dry humping session. However, just a few hours ago, both of you were on a high fashion event to celebrate the anniversary of one of Devildom's most famous publishing houses.
Your boyfriend was invited — along with other models —to take part in a major photoshoot, complete with an after-hours party. The atmosphere felt suffocating; so many beautiful people paired with so many hands and revealing poses with other models, left you with a feeling of insignificance.
Not because of the status of all those people, or their connections and influence, but for the simple fact that your boyfriend seemed...public. He laughed and seemed completely comfortable with the groping and teasing mood. You knew the photos needed to convey emotion, but that didn't stop a lump from forming in your throat.
Your eyes were focused on the way his nipples presented themselves to you; the arch of his spine made his chocolate-hued skin gleam just right in the light of the hellish moon. Your boyfriend was your, boyfriend, but you still couldn't shake the fucking feeling of not having even a little bit of the demon for yourself.
You lost yourself on your thoughts, trying to focus again to properly pleasure the beautiful man that was shaping your cock inside his hole. You hands meekly caressed his waist, up and down, trying oh, so hard, to calm the storm that was building inside your heart.
Mammons pace stoped abruptly, his hole clenching in a mean way - making you hiss under your breath - when your hips started to meet his mid way.
You nuzzled your head deep on his chest, lazily catching one of his nipples on your mouth, sucking harsily and making a mess on his beautiful skin, clearly contrasting with the rhythm of your hips.
Your muffled voiced startled him a little, his pleasure fogged mind trying to understand what you were saying, but the way you were beating his prostate with no mercy left only an trail of saliva and a bite on his own lips as an question.
He clenched again, harder, the rythm you were forcing both to face slowly growing unbearable. His moans ecchoed to his entire room, wild and unhinged, like the roar of a beast reveling in its glorious and well-deserved feast.
"Who do they thi-nk!theyare!.."
You bit his other nipple, and Mammon gave you an sweet welp, a whine so tiny you almost didn't hear it if it wasn't for you keen sense involving anything the demon of greed did. Your eyes locked on how his cock was weeping and honeyed with cum. It looked beautiful, and your mouth watered in desire.
You grabbed a fist of his cloud colored hair, forcing him to look into you eyes. His own were dazed and unfocused, but it clearly took notice of how beautiful his marks looked on your body. The pace slowed down, and you closed the distance between your mouth and his. The kiss was messy. Spit everywhere and the need for coordination was not necessary.
"Say it. Mammon, say t-that you are mine."
He looked confused for a second, as if his belonging to you were clearly and purely visible. Of course Mammon noticed how you were feeling, how could he not when he saw you shooting daggers at anyone and everyone that came to instruct him or simply touch up his makeup?
But how could he offer you any words of comfort when you had him pinned against the wall from the moment the two of you stepped into his room? He had no time to voice his unconditional love for you, neither on the return trip nor upon arrival.
Your body was overcomed by your emotions, and like a domino effect, he had spent hours feeling those emotions manifest as physical —and utterly delightful— actions.
All he could do was offer you his supple body as a way of saying that he was, always had been, and always would be, entirely yours. So he took everything you gave him, with immense pleasure.
He gave you another harsh clench, and you felt your balls pulse in a well know way. No, you can't cum right now, you need to make sure he has you engraved on his mind 24/7. You need this.
With sudden and brutal force, you lift the two of you off that sofa — which will clearly be reeking by tomorrow — and carried both of you to the bed; still connected and deeper than ever, the new position leaving him completely filled. His hands searching for support on your shoulder blades when a loud and lewd moan left his throat.
"I love you, Mammon. But I can't stand you. I can't stand how your pretty skin shines in the flashing lights of the professional cameras, t-they shouldn't see what's mine, right? Say it, Moni, say that you are mine."
Without giving him the proper time to think of an answer, you detached from his precious hole and threw him on his bed, quickly rearranging the position, arching his body into a beautiful curve.
The view was absolutely insane.
His expensive baby tee all crunched up, his beautiful legs holding his body up while his head was down on the bed, his hole pulsing fervently, blinking at you and leaking a considerable amount of cum.
"You wear those tight shirts jus' fo' me don' you? I see how you arch your back when I'm next to you. Those thighs jeans got me working on myself for hours on end-"
A whine comes out of his lips with your words, and he lightly shakes his ass from one side to the other, trying to make you hurry up and continue to fuck him dumb. Eagerly you get behind him, shoving two fingers inside his puckering hole just to confirm how soft and ready he was. Melting, indeed.
You increase the speed that your fingers were working on him, not going all the way out, but simply hitting his sweet spot over and over again, no mercy, no breaks, just lascivious moans from a demon who clearly had no thoughts besides getting dicked down by you.
His voice came softer than has ever been with your skillful fingers massaging his prostate. His arch becoming more sophisticated, his body clearly craving more.
"Nuh-uh. Say it first. Say who do you belong to, or else, you will come on my fingers only."
The urge grew stronger at the bottom of his belly, and you caught a glimpse of how hard and flushed his cock was, he was ready to cum.
"I am! I am yours! Y-youknow-fuck- you know that! Pleaseplease! Stop! P-please-iwannacumon-your co-ck!"
His crying voice sent sparkles through your body and you too had to behave yourself not to cum just from the choosing of his words. Fuck, you wish you could see his face properly, you love when his pretty eyes get all mushy and teary.
To his relief, the "torture" your fingers were making him endure ceased, and the proudness on your chest shined like a million suns exploding at the same time.
"Good puppy! You are so cute Moni, my favorite and only puppy..."
Finally, you lined up with his shamessly eager hole, giving an slow and gentle trust, going all the way and filling him to the brim again. The moan of satisfaction you heard from your boyfriend's mouth had you moaning his name slyly, the jealousy from earlier finally dissapating on the melting temperature his wet cavity welcomed you.
Feeling sorry for his back, you adjust the position again. Doggie. Perfect for this moment, for him. You started moving, the wet plap plap plap gaining its significant place on the room again. You both were so sensitive and euphoric that for sure, it wouldn't be long for the climax to bliss the room.
"You look so cute Moni. Aaah, I wish I had put your collar on. Red looks so good on you-"
Maybe you were not so sorry for his back at all because, the moment his plump lips uttered an gagged 'I love you', you tugged at his hair again, with vigor, his body arching, and you felt and saw how his ass jiggled with every thrust you gave him.
"You're close, aren't you? Yeah? Ohmy- bark for me puppy, loud and clear, k'?"
Your hand migrated from his hair and quickly found place on his his throat, pressing your palm flat against it and forcing his head upward. The kiss you gave him messed up in this position, consisting solely of the obscene caress of your tongues laying flat on each other, trying to knot themselfs together and sharing saliva in a tantalizing way.
Feeling your own high approaching, your other hand reached for Mammon's neglected cock, smushing the tip against your fingers and caressing all the way down to his balls to fully and only jerk him off impatiently.
His head lowered down with an especial hard thrust that pocked his sweet spot, forcing your hand out of his throat and of his cock. His whole body trembling in pleasure while his balls contracted themselfs, expelling his - still thick - cum.
Even with his arch compromised, you placed both hands on his abdomen, holding him in the position however you could. Soon after him, your body locked in shock when his mouth started to free loud and whiny moans from the overstimulation you were offering, his hole clenching incredibly good and trying to expel your furious and cumming cock from there.
Unable to bear the weight of your own body, you collapsed on top of your boyfriend; dizzy with the aftershocks and out of your mind from the warm feeling your cum and his tight hole nuzzling your cock, as if nursing it to sleep.
It got cozy, the feeling of your bodies glued together, still connect physically and sentimentaly, the deep and ragged breaths trying to calm themselfs, the smell of sex and the evidences everywhere, it got cozy...it felt like the purest form of love.
You moved off him after a few minutes, only to hear a murmur of complaint.
You didn't answer, only positioning yourself as the little spoon, entering his tired hole again and shooting an 'sorry' glare when Mammon hissed.
You hid your face on his sweaty neck, showering his soft skin in little pecks that brought out of him a hoarse and tired little giggle. His hand tangled in your hair as he breathed in your natural scent and sighed with satisfaction.
"You know I luv u', right?"
You smirked against his collarbone.
You felt a kiss to your scalp, and your hand snaked its way to his leg, repositioning it at your waist, granting better access for a comfortable and lovingly session of sleepy cockwarming.
"And you looked gorgeous today. I am proud of you."
Mammon tugged at your hair with no force at all, muttering a 'shut up' while hiding his face on your locks of hair. He was blushing for sure.
And he was yours, for sure.
