Noroi

He asked again. Asmo took you. Then again, Belphie wanted something. Then again, Satan. And then chores Lucifer told you to take care of.

You had time for everyone, but not him? Is that some freaking queue?! Why does he need to wait for everyone to have you for some time? What about him?

Even if you spend time with his brothers on a daily basis. Even if you do normal things. He can't feel any different than… jealous…

Why can't he be alone with you now? He just wanted to spend some time… hang out. He wanted you to pay attention to him more now…

And he didn't feel the same feeling before. He wasn't worried. But now… he just wants your attention. He wants you to come with him, ignore his brothers. He's your first, right? So why are you far from him? Why are you not spending time with him, when he could give you everything you wanted? He would make you smile, safe. You would always feel good with him.

What he can do, so you'll look only at him, and never think it's someone other than him - Avatar of Greed. Mammon.

Right… he's Avatar of greed… that's why he feels like that. He feels like he's lacking. He had too little of you in the past days. The greed… he cannot control it - the need of having you closer to him. With you, saying his name.

He imagined your smiling face when you called him over and over again. While eating. While sleeping. While walking. While watching a movie. While he pounds inside your–

He placed hands on his eyes, almost slapping himself, imagining your flushed face. When you look directly at him. When you tremble under him. Moan his name. And there's no one else than him in your mind–

Can he allow himself to do so much to you though?

Can he… pull you to his room, make you stay here when he's stripping away your clothes. So you won't go outside. So you'll be only with him here. Time finally will be for you two, not for his brothers! And he doesn't like to share. He wants your eyes and mouth to water under him, with only him on your mind.

He just wanted that moment to last even for some time.

He wanted to say sorry as he pulled your hand in the evening, leading to his room without any explanation.

He wanted to say sorry when he locked the door and you looked at him questioningly.

But he didn't want to say sorry when he kissed you deeply, hooking your back so you're squeezed into his body. He felt alive. Like someone who needed it. Like man, dying of thirst got the first sip of water. You're here, and you won't go with his brothers because they asked. Now you're with him, and he never wants to get away from you for so long.

He didn't realize when his body turned into demon form. But who cares? If it's just his greed seeping out of him, let it be. If that means you'll be with him, that doesn't matter how greedy he is today. He wants you to look at him only. That's his hand on your ass. That's his hand, pulling your shirt apart from your body. That's his leg separating your thighs. That's his tongue inside your mouth. His dick, that's hardening on your belly. HIS.

And it's him who sees your small tears when long muscles make you gag. That's him, who rubs your hole so it's twitching.

And that's him, who pushes you into bed, unzipping his pants.

“Mamm–” you stayed, but his fingers stopped you. Why? You just called his name. He wanted it. But he also wants you to listen now. He's not going to be easy on you. He won't let you have your way today. He's the one who moves like he wants.

Worry cradled in, as he thought that you may not accept him now. That you'll be scared that he's acting like that. But you're wet… you're aroused like him. Your nipples perked up, asking for his lips to wrap around them. “Mammon…” you mumbled around his fingers, not saying no.

He felt like something snapped with him.

He… doesn't want you to hate him. And if you act like that, he'll take it accepting that he'll ruin you. Because all he wants to do is to HAVE you. Make you submit under him, scream his name as the one who makes you feel so good. Mark you as what belongs to him. Like his treasure. To take you whole for himself now. Because that's what his greed tells him too. And you're not hating it?

That's… good. Very good.

With that thought, he smirked. Sharp glint inside his eyes as he looked at your body. Hands removing your remaining clothes. Ignoring your dripping genitals he moved up, placing his knees on the two sides of your head.

He didn't know what he's doing himself for a moment. But then he remembered he wants you to be completely under his wish today.

So he pulled out his hard cock, letting it free above your head.

“Pretty…” he murmured very quietly with a smile, seeing the view of his dick on your face. Yes… that's what exactly he wanted. “Open for me?” He tested his power on you, not knowing if you exactly allow him to rule over you now. Because he doesn't want to force you to submit. He wants you to accept that he takes you like he wants.

And he felt a nice tingle go through his back, as you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue a bit.

His cock twitched on the sight, before he gave himself a few pumps, he stroked your cheek with his fingers. Cute… so cute… now just for him.

He backed up a bit, lining his tip with your mouth, letting you taste dense precum that dropped down.

Normal Mammon would hiss with sudden warmth of your tongue, but not this time. He opened his mouth and gasped silently before pushing his cock deeper inside your mouth. Moving back and forth with small sways. Each time feeling how your hands hold his pants on thighs. When you were okay, he moved with more power, making you squeeze fabric more when he nudged the back of your mouth. Tears filled your eyes when you wanted to cough.

“...breathe…” he said, making you look up.

He got harder as your teary eyes met his. His wings flapped. And you listened to him without any opposition. You tried to breathe through your nose. It was hard, but not impossible. Even with demon dick forcing it way in your throat.

He won't last long here. He knows that very well. It was too long… it was too much for the start… but he's not ending only with it. The more you take him, the more you know it's him.

And yes… that feeling…

That's his dick in your mouth…

That's his skin getting slippery with your saliva.

You gave hands on his legs.

He pushed deeper, slowing down so you won't gag too much. But you didn't push him away. You raised your legs, squeezing them together on your arousal, for even a bit of friction.

He moved a bit, trembled, feeling how tight you are. His balls tingled when you gulped down. Trying to breathe, you made little vibrations in your esophagus. And he couldn't help but grind on your mouth a bit, feeling your chin on his balls with every move. He was close. Very very close. Each grind made his cock pulsate with pleasure. Instinctively his wings wrapped down, around your head on the bed. His hands held the sides of your face as he pushed down, groaning.

You coughed, feeling thick cum pouring down, inside your throat. His length trembling inside, slightly softening, pumping the rest out. Black wings create walls on your sides, allowing you to look only up, at him, or close your eyes.

“Hiss… ah… so good…” he gasped, slowly pulling out, allowing you to breathe when you gulped down on hot liquid. His thumb wiping your lip from saliva and semen. “...MC… look at me.”

His voice was soft to make your heart race, but hard enough to make you tremble. Blue eyes checking all your reactions. Hair messed up with sweat sticky around his horns. And he smiled, gasping with satisfaction.

“Yes… look at me. I'm the one here now.” He said, wrapping hand around his shaft, jerking off for a moment until he was hard and ready again.

And you can be either scared, or aroused. Because night is young. And evening just started.

He had you folded. Your back flat on the bed, but your legs were up as he licked you and sucked. His lips are slurping on your hole. Tongue swirling. His hands pushing your legs apart, and down, exposing you almost too much.

“Mammon– uh!”

He bit your inner thigh, nibbling all the way down, to the place he was working on. Licking red marks, almost not caring if sharp fangs will pierce your skin. You didn't push him away yet… you didn't say anything, so it's fine. He'll take care of the wound later. But also… you'll remember about him if that stays here.

It didn't look brutal… seeing how small blood droplets appeared on your skin, just above your wetness… it was hot… he wanted to lick it. And before even realizing, he placed his tongue on it, feeling the sweet taste of human. And it was even sweeter since it was your blood, on your skin. In place you can't let everyone. With a red stained lip, he licked it all off, then he continued going up and down again and again. Folding your legs on your chest. He didn't say much, he just always looked at you. While having his mouth on you, he looked into your eyes. While putting his fingers inside, he looked. He only ordered you to look at him. And never look away.

He looked at you, as he took off all of his clothes. Making sure you're seeing everything. Taking the whole picture of his body.

When he climbed onto you, pushing your legs down, slowly to not hurt you, but with one move. Without a break. Your ass lifted as he pushed down. His thighs push onto the back side of your legs, holding them in place. Your calves are placed on his shoulders.

You felt exposed. Really, really exposed with your wet hole open and dripping, heading up.

Mammon held your wrists up with one hand, placing them above your head for a moment. Staring at your face, flushed. Your lips are red and slightly swollen. Oh, how he wants to bite on them. Suck them to leave a mark…

With the second hand, he moved down, pushing his hard cock down, so the tip goes back, placed alongside your hole. Then with swift motion, he pushed inside, squeezing dark dick inside your tight hole. With one move again, just plunging inside, balls deep.

You gasped, trembled. But he held you down with his body. He looked into your eyes before kissing you. Before licking your neck. Biting your skin. Sucking down and bruising.

Your sensitive part grinding on his abdomen, which he squeezed onto you.

He started thrusting, up and down. Practically impaling you deepest as he can. With his tip reaching parts he shouldn't. But all you could do is moan his name, and try to move. Without success. His whole body just positioning you like he wanted. So it's just him in control.

“Relax…” he said, a small part of his normal self showing with a small blush.

Wet sounds are loud in his room. Slapping and creaking of the bed. Your moans and his grunts. Cock moving through your gummy walls, forcing itself inside, kissing every spot that makes your eyes roll back.

“...say my name…” he said, moving harder.

“M-mammon–”

He felt wilder as you said it.

“Who's… inside you?”

You don't know what's going on with him, but your mind is foggy enough.

“Mam-mon…”

“Whose cock is fucking you?”

“Mammo– gah…”

“Whose you are now?”

“Mam–” you gasped with his deep moves, forcing your body into orgasm just by a few more thrusts. So hard, so hot. Twitching, and forcing your hole open .

And he was satisfied with that answer.

Now he's the one with you. Not his brothers. He's holding you. You won't go anywhere before he fills you as much as he wants. He needs.

You didn't know anymore, if it's just you who's trembling, or he's trembling too. Riding on your own orgasm, your body felt like in eternal spasms, electric shocks reaching even your toes. And he started moving faster and faster. His thrusts are more sloppy, almost slipping out of you.

Did you even cum? It feels like it, but everything that's just happening is just too intense.

And Mammon was too happy about it.

He wanted to have you for himself. To make sure your mind is filled only with him. But right now, your mind is blank with overwhelming pleasure. And just your hole is slowly filling, as he lets go, moaning your name loudly. Allowing his balls to empty inside you, deep.

Will he be too greedy if he would say he wants to have you for himself longer than that? That he wants to do more? To make sure, you're marked as his?

But you didn't say anything. He didn't feel change in you either. So… does that mean you don't actually care that you're bullied?

When you say that you don't really care about that, because your fanclub took care of it, he sighs. Genuinely sighs, with fingers squeezing his nose. What kind of absurdity is that? Your fanclub? They took care of your bullies? Because what? So you know how ridiculous that sounds – wait. What did your bully do to you? And what did your club do to THEM afterwards?

What's important is that it's all good. And you're fine. Next time just tell him first. How is that your “stalkers” know quicker than him?

𝕸𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓:

What would you want, walking around without care in the world? You always seem okay, and if he cares about you looking not well, you always just say you're feeling sick or tired. So he didn't know anything about you being genuinely bullied by someone!

He was… angry when he found out about it. Really angry, but also somehow sad. He didn't know how to react. That you kept that you're hurt so deep inside he didn't even notice. He was furious at people who did it. He was angry at himself for not seeing it. But also somehow angry at you, for hiding it, knowing that everyone would help you.

But your reasoning kicked him in the ass. You didn't tell them at all because your fanclub took care of it, and you didn't see your bully anymore? How is that even–

Wait, what did your fanclub do to that person… what… where are they?

Talks like he wants to know where that person is to kick their ass himself for doing that to you, but he's concerned about how much your fanclub would do for you…

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓:

He would hate bullying so much, even if he is bullied by his brothers sometimes. It's not extreme like he sees online or in fiction, but come on, Mammon is annoying and he always is doing something to him! He would never want you to have the same!

When he knew that you were bullied before, he thought his world stopped. He… never wanted you to feel bad here. He wanted to protect you so you won't be a loser like him. And you got already bullied?

You didn't seem sad at all, so he was thinking about it more. How long did you endure it to look fine?

He wanted to talk with you, like the real responsible man he is (he thinks he was at this moment) but when even talking for a moment, he got emotional. Too emotional for his own good, feeling like he would start panicking or even crying, imagining you getting bullied in the school toilet.

You needed to talk to him before he got even worse, and what exactly happened made him stop with an open mouth.

Huh? W-what? Your fanclub? THEY DID WHAT?!

He feels good that someone already helped you, and you're not broken emotionally. He accepted that, and he is happy that you got so many fans that are able to do so much for you. But after he had already left, in his own bed he couldn't sleep. He thought about it. What did they do, exactly?

𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓:

Why… Didn't you tell him before?

He was both furious at the people who bullied you, but also was offended a little by your reasoning. You were bulked. Harassed by someone. And you didn't tell him anything? Do you not trust him enough to do anything about it?

You forgot… how can you forget that someone did horrible things to you?! You didn't tell him because some club took care of it? That doesn't matter, he couldn't know… he would help.

But as he thinks, isn't your fanclub knowing too much? Like, how did they know everything before people you lived with knew?

Also, they “took care of it”? Isn't it concerning the use of these words, especially while talking about living beings? What did they do? But also, they deserved it.

Next time when you feel bad, just tell him! He will be the one to take care of it next time!

𝕬𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖚𝖘:

Bulling never came to his mind. Who would bully him? Except for his stupid brothers, no one dares to do anything bad to their beloved Asmodeus! And since you're his beloved, no one would dare to hurt you! So he and you can rest assured!

His thoughts changed when he literally heard that you were bullied by someone, and it didn't stop in just one moment.

He ran as fast as he could to you, with tears in his eyes, worrying and in pain. As soon as he got to you he began to hug you, hold your hands, and talk with you with a soft voice, telling you to talk about what happened.

Without you knowing what's going on, he continued, reassuring you about everything. That nothing is happening. That he will help you. He will take care of it. And you won't be harmed ever again! Then you finally understood what he means, and you told him and your bully is long gone thanks to your fanclub.

He didn't stop reassuring you at first, but then he finally thought about your words, and saw that you don't seem sad at all.

You needed to tell him more about it, so his humour would get better and he would accept that you're fine.

He always knew that having loving fans is the best! He told you, people love you! That's why they can even do drastic things for you~

𝕭𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖟𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖇:

For him, bullying is something that shouldn't exist, because why would anyone just on purpose decide to harass another person, for fun? Or because they don't like them? He may be a demon, but that doesn't make any sense. That's not even teasing, but genuine horror for others.

When he got to know that you were a victim of bullying by someone, he realized why he hated that from the very beginning. Because he would hate that something like this would happen to someone he loves. No matter family, friends or lovers.

The look on his face was heartbroken, and he shoved away all his food, just to get to you. To talk with you. And he was ready to do everything so you're okay, and your bully won't do anything to you again.

You could see concern in his eyes. Genuine fear and anger in that gentle demon, who squeezes you just to give you some warmth.

He wants to hear the truth, and why you didn't tell him.

But as you talk, he feels bad. That he didn't manage to help you since begining. Help you before it even happens.

He is relieved and grateful that your fanclub did something. No matter what they did.

But tell him.. how it's that they knew before him and his brothers? And what exactly happened to your bully?

𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖗:

Talk about bullying, and you'll hear that he is the bully too. He is teasing you a lot. He's pranking you and his brothers. Just doing everything like a little devil of the house.

(If your fanclub saw him doing something to you he would be their target if you didn't stop them, saying it it's okay with Belphie)

He can bully someone, but he couldn't live through the fact that someone else can do this to you. So when he knew about it, he thought about revenge really quickly. He didn't smile. He wasn't happy. He was serious, looking for a way to make this person regret they were born. How dare they harass you? It's unforgivable.

Yes, he has a few ideas already. Few of them are too brutal to even imagine. So before he kills anyone, he wanted to ask you who that was exactly. And you needed to quickly tell him about the situation because he was ready to go.

He grimaced a little while listening to it. He needed to make them beg for the end. But you tell him they're not bullying you anymore because your fanclub took care of it?

Sigh… What a shame. He wanted to be one to make sure they won't do anything to you… How can you be fine already?

Anyways, if that's okay for you now, don't lie to him. Just tell him whatever it's happening, because he wants to know everything. If you insist you're fine… you at least nap with him now.

If you listened to him, he was much happier to actually sleep. He would lie down with you, happy that after having fun you can rest together.

As you know, his room can be messy, especially if he was doing a lot of things in previous days. Not only watching anime or playing games, but when he worked on something more exhausting.

“Don't do it, I'll do it later” he says, when you want to clean some mess for him. Just to make his room nice and tidy again. But he almost never lets you do it, because how would he feel? He goes sleeping or goes to eat and you're slaving yourself just to clean his room. He would feel bad if that would happen… enough that he's just some otaku, and now he got someone to clean after him? That's horrifying! What if he turns into an old, ugly sleaze?

But when he knows that you just want to do something nice for him, even if it's cleaning, you're fine with it. He doesn't feel so good about sitting down when you do it, so he tries to do it with you, or prepare something for you too. Just so you feel recognized for your work.

But if you do it when he doesn't know, he could freak out at the beginning, if something disappeared from his floor, like CDs. What if Mammon got here and stole it?!

Then he sees that nothing is gone, and only one who's allowed inside when his room is locked is you. All his merch is in its place, his games set up neatly where he knows they are. Henry is fed, his aquarium cleaned, so he's happy. His bed was made. His shelves were collected.

And he's happy seeing that nothing is gone and someone would do something like that for him. He's almost too moved about it, knowing that you just really like him to even want to do this.

Oh no… and he's just some loser who gives you carbonated drinks and snacks… whatever you want next time, he will do it for you! If you want to go out! If you want to eat something else! He'll try to make you feel appreciated with everything he got. Not just “thank you”.

𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖘:

You know that you don't have to do anything like that, right? That's part of his work, to keep everything clean and sorted, that's why he does need you to do it yourself.

He would rather have you sitting down with a cup of tea when he's taking care of his duties. Since you're the guest here, he cannot let you work. At least he shouldn't.

The moment he sees you work by his side, his eyes widen, and he asks you what are you doing. That shouldn't be that guests will be helping him, when it's what he needs to do himself. No matter if he's busy or not, that's not your duty.

He would argue with you about it, even if that's a rather calm argument. He would say that you should sit down and take care of yourself, and not pay attention to him at all. But then you go with your side of words, telling him you want to help him.

It's not what you should do… but would he really even win with your stubborn decision?

You want to do something nice to him, but he insists that he doesn't need it. Yet in the end, he will accept it, to not make you sad or angry. You can help him if you want, but remember that it's not permanent. He accepts your help this time because you insist on it. Nothing more, nothing less. Since he's really busy now, you can at least handle small things that don't require him doing it.

Even if he won't make you clean the whole castle, you could carry the small things he needs, or prepare something under his eye.

You don't want to see him overworked, that's why you're doing it so kindly. The sooner he finishes his work, the sooner he will have his deserved break. And if you want to spend time with him, that will be the best occasion for it. Because you can work together, and then, if he wants, you can also rest together.

And if he's looking really beaten by work, when you bring him tea, he looks at you for a few seconds longer than he insisted. He's the butler, he should serve you some tea, not the opposite. But, he's grateful. Especially if you prepared it with care, the same way he does that, so no flavours are missing.

He takes a sip with a smile, thanking you, saying it's delicious.