Mammonsgold

It's been a little while since the dining room escape, semester finals looming over everyone, leaving little time for anything but test prep. When Mammon brought home 45% on his recent, open-note, mind you, practice exam for the upcoming history of the devildom course, you were concerned for your boyfriend's academic future; you were in full-blown panic mode when he told you that in order to pass this class, he needed to make at least a 90% on the final.

You're now sitting on one of Mammon's couches in his room, emptying the contents of his backpack onto the table. None of his papers are organized, most of them are only filled out as much as his name, and some of them you swear are projects dated to be turned in at least 100 years ago. Mammon has been knee deep in his closet trying to find his 'study pen' for the last 15 minutes.

"Dude! How do you find anything?" You say, exasperated as you pull out another stack of papers.

"Oi! Don't call me dude! I'm the love of your life!" Mammon complains, coming out pen-less but dressed head to toe Devicci.

"Baby?" You say as calmly as you can manage. "Where the fuck is your pen?"

Mammon's eyes go wide at that as he turns back to look at his closet that currently looks ransacked, mainly because he was basically ransacking it.

"You see, I was looking for it, but then I found these pants, and I was like, oh shit, I've been looking for these, so I had to find the matching shirt, and then it kinda got away from me there.... But! You can't say I don't have that shit on!" He tries to show off his new outfit to you, which just earns him a sharp glare.

"Alright, alright! I'll find my pen, I promise!" 

You just turn back to his papers, at least organizing all the materials he needs for his devildom history class. It's 30 minutes later, when you're all done organizing, that you go to inspect what's up with all the racket coming from his closet. You walk up to find him surrounded by piles of stuff, a small bottle of cologne in his hand as he inspects it.

"Pen?" You ask, making him jump.

"It's around here somewhere, I just ain't found it yet."

"That's it." You tell him putting your foot down. "Your things are in here, and you get too distracted by your things. We are going to my room."

"But... this is your room?" 

You just grab his hand, dragging him out of the closet, grabbing his papers off the table, and hauling both of you to the room you first stayed in when you got to the devildom. The change of scenery was successful; you actually got Mammon to study for a solid two hours! You guys decide to take a quick 15 minute break for trying to tackle the next couple of units he needed to go over. 

"You know, we never had sex in this room." You say, talking out loud, staring at the ceiling, lying on the bed with Mammon.

Mammon flips over from his back to his belly, excitedly.

"Wanna change that?" A boyish grin plastered across his face. 

"Hahaha, maybe after you pass your test."

"Aww, come onnnnn." He says, nudging your face with his nose. "Maybe it will help me pass! And plus we can check it off for the bet."

He moves himself so he's positioned over you on the bed, hips slotted in between your legs. head dipping down to kiss along your neck. It feels good, but your phone alarm going off, signifying the end of your break, is the perfect reminder to stay strong. 

"Mammonnnnn." You drone out, weakly pushing on his shoulders.

He doesn't let up on your neck as he reaches over to your phone, turning off the alarm. He's pressing kisses up your neck, along your jaw, peppered all over your face. Your hips start to chase the friction your body is craving, grinding against the hardness of him.

"Mammonnnnn," He mimics you back almost perfectly, sucking a soft kiss just below your ear. "Come on, treasure, you wouldn't be grinding against me like a desperate slut if ya didn't want to check it off too." 

He emphasizes his statement by grinding harder into you, the friction making your back arch. Your pussy is absolutely throbbing in your pants, making it hard to think clearly. He moves after that, trapping your lips in between his with a heavy kiss, swallowing up any further protests from you as he begins to lick, explore, and completely consume you, making the lines where you start and he begins more and more blurred. 

It's a blur of movement as the temperature in the room begins to rise with the scorching need between you two. Your clothes are both coming off in a frenzy, landing in various locations around the room as you two hurriedly undress each other. It isn't long before you're face down, ass up on the plush comforter of what you used to call your bed.

Mammon stands behind you, large hands rubbing soothing circles against the globes of your ass before coming down in a hard smack against your skin. You can feel yourself clench around nothing as you let out a moan.

"I swear this sight is better than all the Grimm in the world." He mutters out, rubbing the hard head of his cock along your soaked fold, just spreading the messy wetness from your core all over your folds and him.

He stops for a moment as you turn your head to see what the hold up could possibly be when you need him inside of you NOW. He's got his hard, heavy member in his hand, glistening with a mix of his precum and your slick as he works his hands up and down, shuddering at the feeling. 

He rubs himself along your folds one more time, tapping hard against your clit, eliciting small whimpers from you as you bury your face back into the mattress. He grabs both of your arms from your sides, bringing them together behind your back as the head of his cock notches against your entrance. He pulls you up against him as his cock completely fills you, knocking the breath out of your lungs as any open crevice in your body is completely consumed by him.

"Shitttt." He groans from between gritted teeth. "You gotta relax, baby. I ain't even all the way in yet." 

His hand that wasn't currently on holding your hands back, rubbing soothing circles on your hip as you try to adjust to the stretch of him. His hand travels from your hip down in between your legs, rough finger pads catching your clit in small, tight circles, causing you to see stars as you throw your head back in ecstasy against him, and a moan rips from your chest. He pushes in the last few inches, officially filling you to the hilt as your ass settles against his pelvis.

"Mamssss." You whine out, grinding against him. He drags himself almost all the way out before pushing back in hard, keeping up the almost slow torturous pace, slowly dragging out before pushing himself back into your tight, wet heat. 

You try to push him to go faster, pushing your hips down in time with his thrust, taking him impossibly deeper inside you. You can feel him in your stomach every time he pushes in against your cervix, making you choke out a desperate moan.

"Fuckkkk, always so good f'me, only me. Mine. Mine. Mine." He growls out as his pace finally picks up to a blinding pace, his hand never stopping his attack on the bundle of nerves hidden in your folds.

You're coming around his cock before you could even warn him that your orgasm was coming, soaking his lap with your slick as you shake and twitch in the after waves of your orgasm. Mammon releases your arms as he climbs completely on top of you, his fat cock never leaving your hole as you collapse on the bed. He's drilling himself deep inside of you, pace becoming more and more frantic as the wet slaps of your bodies coming together fill the room. He falls, putting his full body weight on top of you, arms caging you in a mess of hot, sweaty bodies, leaving no space between you as you reach back to grab his stuttering hips to pull him in deeper to you.

The groan that rips from his chest is almost animalistic as he cums deep inside of you, stuffing you completely full as you twitch underneath him. He pulls out with a hiss, cool air hitting his wet, sensitive dick, leaving you whimpering at the loss. He flips you over on your back with ease, pushing your legs up and spreading them to display your sloppy hole to him, dripping a mix of your cum.

"You look so perfect like this, so full of me it's dripping out." He rambles out like you're not even there, eyes never leaving your pretty pussy. He collects his spend that escapes out of your hole onto his pointed finger, pushing it back into your twitching hole.

"Too sensitiveeeee." You whine out, trying to push him back and away. 

This does nothing to deter him as he lowers his mouth down against you, your hands flying into your hair as he licks and licks and licks up the cum in your swollen folds. You cum once more, hard as he cleans you up with his mouth. You wonder if it's a crime to Mammon if he fucks you and you only cum once as he comes up with a satisfied grin, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips, the taste of both of you flooding your taste buds.

"See, that was way better than studying!" 

"Put me down, you jackass!!!" You're currently hoisted over your boyfriend's shoulder, kicking and punching him in a bid to get him to put you down. He 's unfazed as he kicks open the door to your shared room.

It started during game night, the game spread out on the coffee table required two teams, leaving you and Lucifer as team captains. Lucifer won the coin toss and got to pick first.

"Mammon." 

"What? No way! I'm going to be on my girlfriend's team, obviously?" Mammon complains, crossing his arms beside you on the couch.

"Nope! Those aren't the rules, Mammon!" Asmodeus sings.

Mammon begrudgingly gets up off the couch and joins Lucifer's side of the table, grumbling something about unfair and shoulda rigged the coin toss. 

"Leviathan." You say the obvious choice. You know the only reason why Lucifer picked Mammon first is that Mammon is currently in trouble for collecting bets at RAD on the outcome of Friday's Fungal game, that's why you didn't even try to fight for him to be on your team. 

Mammon is also horrendously bad at board games. He doesn't pay attention to the rules; he's barely sure of when his turn is, mainly because he's too busy fighting with all of his other brothers. The only thing he seems to excel at is rolling high, but since he doesn't get the game, he usually fumbles what he's meant to do.

"Oh? So you like Levi better than me?" He calls out to you, and Levi joins you.

"Mammon." You say simply, as a please don't start.

"See? She does want me over there! Levi and I can swap." Mammon remarks to Lucifer, getting up from his seat. Lucifer claps a hand down on his shoulder, effectively sitting him down.

"Mammon, you're on a team with me, isn't that wonderful?" 

Mammon only grumbles in response but keeps quiet long enough to let you guys finish picking teams. It's you, Levi, Asmo, and Belphie against Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, and Beel. The game doesn't even matter in this situation, you only got three rounds in before Mammon hoisted you out of the room.

Now you're standing in front of mammon, seeing red as you look at him in front of you. He's looking down at you, the fire in his eyes mirroring yours. The air feels heavier as all you can hear is the in and out sounds of your breath. It was bound to come to this; the two of you had been quippy with each other since you had gotten back from the human world to start your second year at RAD. You've been so busy running around trying to see everyone and getting back into having a full course load that you've barely had any free time. The little time you did try to spend with Mammon, it seemed like he was always whisked away by the witches up to the human world. 

"What the fuck was that?" you finally snap, killing the silence that hung in the air.

"That's what I should be asking?!" Mammon barks back. "I mean, come on! There's no reason for Asmo to be that close to you during a fuckin board game."

"Oh my god! What the fuck is wrong with you? Like, genuinely, did you land on your head when you fell? They obviously do that because it riles you up!" 

"Me?! You're the idiot that can't see when someone is trying to flirt with you right in front of your fucking boyfriend, which is me, in case all that time up in the human world made you forget." He spits out, voice rising as he can feel his frustration with you growing in the front of his head.

"Oh! Do you wanna talk about being in the human world? What about you, Mammon? Huh? The fucking witches who are just at your beck and call! You fight back, arms flailing about as you make your point, voice rising to match his.

"And I've already told you there's nothing I can do about that holy shit." 

"It's something you could do if you took us seriously! I mean, come on, every fucking time we are together, there goes your phone, ring, ring, ring, it's the witches, and there you go! I mean, are you fucking them? Is that why you're always jumping up to go?" 

Mammon's phone ringing cut through the air and you can see him twitching to go answer it, like it's pavlovian for him. You stare him down as his eyes cut to his ringing phone across the room. 

"Go, answer it." You say, almost daring him. 

"Fuck me." He darts across the room grabbing his phone off the pool table bring it up to his ear.

"Yo." 

He's on the phone for a minute, and you can feel your blood boil in your skin. He's saying nothing but a string of 'yeah', 'for sure', 'I understand,' and you already know what it is. I mean, it's almost humorous at this point. Of course, they would call during a fight. They call when you're on dates, they call when you're trying to go to bed, they call when you're having sex, for crying out loud! And every single time he goes. He finally hangs up the phone, turning to you to say something, but you cut him off,

"You don't-"

"Mammon, don't tell me what I do and don't understand. I understand perfectly well. If you walk out that door in the middle of this, I'll know everything I need to know." You tell him, feeling defeated from it all.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise." 

That's all he says as he grabs his jacket from the back of the couch, pressing a kiss against your temple before he walks out the door. You stand there, almost shell-shocked, with your arms crossed. The door slams with a definite click, and it feels like all the anger in the room leaves with him as you're left in the aftereffects of your fight.

You're still mad, furious even. You want to tear apart his room, rip all his shit up, break the things that matter most to him. You're so frustrated that your hands reach into your scalp, pulling out as you go down to your knees. You can't help the sob that racks over you as you move your hands from your hair down your face. You sit there on his floor, sobbing out longer than you'd like to admit, until there's a soft knocking at his door.

"Go away, I wanna be alone." You muster out from the eventual fetal position you found yourself in on the floor.

"It's just me, I brought snacks." 

It was Beel. You could never turn Beel away, especially when he was offering his snacks. You get yourself up off the floor and open the door to let bees in. You give him the whole story, honestly dumping on him more than you meant to, but Beel has that quality about him that makes you want to talk to him. You're a sniffling mess by the end of it, but the snacks do make you feel a little better. 

"You two will work it out." Beel declares without doubt between bites of food. "I mean, you always do."

"I just feel like he isn't even making me a priority." You mumble out, stretching to yawn.

"You're the only thing he's ever known how to make a priority besides money." 

Beel eventually bids you good night, and there's a small pit in your stomach as you move around the room, getting ready to go to bed for the night. You can't shake the feeling of how alone you are as you move through the night routine you should be doing with your boyfriend. You feel the tears prick in your eyes, but you're all cried out as you crawl into bed. Sleep doesn't come easily as you eventually fall asleep, bed feeling a little too cold and a little too big.

Mammon still isn't home the next morning; it's disappointing, but this gives you more time to better articulate what you want to say. You reach over to where your D.D.D is charging on the nightstand, opening up your text thread to Mammon.

💛Mammoney💛

You: Text me when you get back, please. Love you.

You toss your phone beside you after sending Lucifer a quick text that you're calling in sick today. He sends you a thumbs-up emoji back and tells you not to hesitate to call him if you need anything. You flop down on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment. You wait until you know everyone has left for school before heading to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast, settling back down on mammons couch, turning on your favorite movie to take your mind off of everything.

One movie turns into two and two turns into three. It's by the third movie that you're obsessively checking your phone. It's been hours since you last heard from Mammon, you can't tell if it's pissing you off more or less to be left on delivery.

That's how it goes for three days. Three whole days you don't hear anything from Mammon. In any normal situation, you'd be worried, but it's a lot easier to be mad when you remember your boyfriend is the second-born prince of hell, the only people stronger than him are Lucifer and Lord Diavolo. That being said, he is fine and should at least give you the courtesy of a text back.

It was the night of day 2 that you packed up every single last thing you had in Mammon's room and hauled it into the room you used when you first stayed in the devildom. You've been snippy with all the brothers, even shocking Lucifer when he asked you to pass the salt, and you responded with 'I don't know, can I?' Luckily, Beel clued everyone in on what's going on, the general consensus being that Mammon is an idiot, so you're getting away with more than you usually would. 

You're sitting in your new/ old room, listening to music softly as you try to catch up on the assignments you missed from your sick day, when your ears perk up to the door opening, as it has been for three days. Every time you hear the door open, your body wants to go run and check to see if it's him, and in a house of seven people, it's honestly tiring. 

"Oh, so now you decide to show back up!" You hear Leviathan yell out.

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach, of course you wanted him to come back, even with everything you told yourself before to stay mad at him there was a growing part of you that worried with every hour that passed. Now he's here and you're unsure what to do. You can hear other brothers joining mammon and Levi in the entrance hall and you decide there's nothing you can do but rip the band aid off and go see him. You patter down the hall towards the crowd of loud voice at the front of the house. Your feet feel like stones as reach him, standing there looking exhausted as he argues back with his brothers.

"Mammon."

It was like something in him snapped as he pushed through everyone to get to you, his hands flying up to your jaw, pulling your face up to get a good look at you. You feel tears well up in your eyes as you stand there studying every part of your face, golden blue eyes frantically darting around every inch. He eventually drops his hands and brings you crashing into his arms. You can't help but uncross your arms, hugging him back just as tightly, his scent filling your lungs as you sob into his shirt. You can feel the way he hurries his nose in your hair, pressing kisses over and over to the top of your head.

"You two are so dramatic, get a room," Levi says, over the whole scene. Both of you responded in kind by flipping him off.

As much as the other brothers were begging you to let them be nosy, you shooed them away as you shut the door to what was now effectively Mammon's room. You sat on his bed scrolling on Devilgram to distract yourself as he showered. He came out, towel hung low on his hips, tanned skin glistening with water droplets. The lizard part of your brain wants to jump him and lick him clean, but you unfortunately remember what the fuck he did and know there can be no licking unless you guys have a real conversation.

"You moved out?" He said, there was no bite in his voice as he came out of the closet fully dressed, towel drying his hair.

"I didn't hear from you for three days." You say softly 

"I know, I just figured it'd take more than three days for you to forget about me." He doesn't sound mad as he sits down beside you on the bed; he sounds tired, he almost sounds heartbroken.

"I thought you were trying to get away from me." You admit

"I'd never do that. I broke my phone right after I was summoned..." He tells you sheepishly, digging into his jacket pocket and pulling out his completely busted phone.

"Mammon, you idiot!" You give him a playful push on his shoulder.

It's quiet for a moment, the conversation you need to have still hanging in the air. Mammon reaches his pinkie over to yours, crossing them together. Linking pinkies is something you two have done since your earlier days of dating, when any level of affection left him a stuttering mess that he instinctively tried to push away.

"I'm sorry for what I said." You start still staring straight ahead. "I still feel like you don't try to make me a priority over them, but I shouldn't accuse you of cheating on me."

"I shouldn't accuse ya of doin' anything with my brothers either." He says with a sigh. "I guess I just see everything they have that I don't and then I start looking for reasons why they would take you away from me."

You look over at him and can see the way his eyes are glassing over. He is still staring straight ahead like he's trying not to cry. 

"Mams." You say softly, reaching up to get him to look at you, "I love you, I only love you. No matter what you're doing for me."

Mammon can feel his heart sing in his chest as he crashes his lips against yours. You're pushed back down onto the bed as he breaks the kiss, smashing his lips all over your face, making you giggle and squeal. 

"I love you." kiss "I love you." kiss "I love you." One final kiss to your forehead before he pulls away.

"I took care of the witches by the way, told 'em I wasn't gonna do their bidding anymore, and I didn't care what I owed them! That's what took me so long, plus I was trying to make sure the kids who were looking out for me were going to be good. Luckily, Solomon partnered me with some way better people."