GENRE: FLUFF | DOMESTIC | HINT OF SPICE
@chrisssiren @sweetmelodygraphics for dividers
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The moon sank below the dark sky in the Devildom, the black sky became lighter. Crows sang of morning as your own crow yawned beside you. His taut tan muscles were glowing, fingers gripping yours even in sleep. Silver strands of hair tickled the crown of your head, his tank top soft and warm. Golden and navy eyes languidly blinked up at you as you stretched out of his arms. He looked down with little peeks as you stretched. You smirked as he huffed, cheeks reddening, yawning into his fist.
Mammon uttered, looking down, eyes closed, arms crossed. You moved closer to him and asked, biting your lip without thinking.
His hair was extra messy this morning, tank top exposing a gorgeous expanse of tan skin. Definitely hungry. He grumbled, resting his head in your neck, nose nudging your shoulder.
"MC, d'ya really have to get up?"
You kissed his forehead, holding his chin. A loud roar came from your stomach. You looked at the blanket, avoiding his eyes.
"Okay, so now I definitely have to get up. I'm making breakfast, Mams."
He grumbled, holding your waist just as you were about to walk off the bed. A nose nudged against your stomach as he whined, cheeks flushed.
"Noo...MC, you're too tired, 'm too tired, stay, like a good human should."
You chuckled at your demon, fingers threading through his hair.
"So needy, but how about you help me cook? I bet you'll do well. Make it really warm and tasty."
As he fully woke, an asymmetrical smirk adorned his face. His eyes glinted in the stronger morning light, the Devildom a lighter shade of black.
"The Great Mammon is an excellent cook! I'll make it so tasty ya can't resist."
You bit your lip, as you gazed down at him.
"Resist what, Mams? You or the food?"
He flushed, eyes wide, getting up from the bed, lips trembling in a smile.
"Oi, be grateful I'm helpin' ya cook. And that's ME you're talkin' to, MC."
He opened the door with a soft grunt, fingers gripping the knob as they tugged it.
Your tiled wood kitchen was awash in amber light as he sauntered in, hand in yours.
"So...what're we cooking?"
He remarked, smirk back on his face, eyes languid.
You palmed his defined pecs through his tank top. Navy and golden eyes pierced yours. Another lip bite.
"How about, Great Mammon, you cook, while I...enjoy the show?"
He huffed, cheeks crimson as he glanced at the pan. His lips parted without a sound.
"So...so indecisive MC! B-But fine, I'll cook, in fact, they'll be the best damn eggs you've ever had!"
You smiled, he really was the sweetest sometimes. His shoulder deserved a kiss, lips grazing the slope.
Within ten minutes of pouring oil, the eggs were blackened, bubbles raised at their edges, yolks bursting at their seams. Some shriveled, caramelized, if you could call it that, parts remained.
The heat was *way* too high. You didn't know whether to smirk or scream. The knob clicked in place as the bubbling stopped. He huffed, backing away from the pan. Golden navy eyes were focused on the floor, long fingers clasping his wrist.
"Hey, I appreciate the effort, Mams."
You reached out to touch his shoulder. As your fingers were about to squeeze it, he jerked back with a grumble.
"I, I don't need yer pity, MC!"
His voice quivered at your name as he stilled. Your thumb traced the path of a single tear flowing down his cheek. His eyes held a cocktail of disappointment, embarrassment, and need. Gold shimmering against navy seas. You walked closer, steps echoing against the wind outside.
You exhaled before your eyes were drawn to his lips. They trembled with barely contained feeling. Glistening as he licked his bottom lip before biting it. Your thumb trailed down from his cheek to softly parted lips.
He nodded, voice grained with want, face crimson.
You held his face as you leaned in, each second lasting an eternity. He closed his eyes, feeling your breaths mingle.
Slightly chapped lips grazed yours before calloused hands traversed your body. One hand trailing through your hair as the other gripped your waist.
His tongue traced the seam of your lips, slowly parting them. You bit his top lip, making him whimper in reply. As his tongue shivered against yours, his hands slid to your hips. They squeezed ever so slightly.
You held onto his shoulders, exhaling shakily as he gazed down at you. A drop of drool trickled from his lips. His hands loosened their grip as if they thought you would leave if he tugged too hard. You couldn't look at his eyes with what you would say next.
"Y'know...we can always eat out."
His face flushed at that, eyes widening. His mouth opened, then closed. Speechless. He scratched his hair only to say.
"I like that option, MC. B-But don't think I'm goin' all soft on ya!"
You both knew he was lying.
Taglist: @the-obey-rot @d3bth5dvught3r
a/n: i wrote it bit by bit for a couple weeks <3
