84: “I want to feel you inside” with mammon and fem reader please!!
Coming In First
pairing: mammon x f. reader
warnings: illegal drag racing, car sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie
The crowd lined the sides as Asmo stood between the two cars with a pink scarf in his hand. Mammon wasn't sure who the new racer was, but he didn't care. He had a lot riding on this race and had to beat this last opponent to make bank.
Mammon couldn't lie, he was stressed. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he revved his engine. His eyes were glued to his younger brother as the car beside him revved its engine.
"Ready!" Asmo shouts over the noise. "Set!"
Mammon rolls his eyes. Leave it to Asmo to drag this out. He would have come to the race alone if Asmo hadn't caught Mammon sneaking out of the House of Lamentation.
"Go!" Asmo pulls his hand down with the scarf and both racers take off. The roads are empty thanks to other people blocking them off.
Mammon slams the gas as he goes forward, aware of the racer beside him right on him. He swerves around a curb, then glides down the hill before hitting a sharp turn.
He grips the steering wheel tightly. He glances in the rearview mirror to see headlights behind him. He growls, slamming the gas as he swerves around a turn as the other car passes him.
"Fuck!" Mammon curses as he slams the steering wheel. He tries to catch up but the racer leaves him in the dust just as the finish line comes into view.
The crowd gathers at the bottom, waiting to see who the winner will be. Despite Mammon's best efforts, he comes in second. He curses, groaning as his car stops. He gets out of it, as Asmo goes to congratulate the winner.
The car door opens, and Asmo giggles as kisses their cheek once their helmet comes off.
Asmo moves out of the way and Mammon gasps when it's you who accepts the trophy filled with Grimm, his Grimm.
“Treasure!” Mammon calls out as he pushes through the crowd around you. You hand your winnings off to Asmo before you throw yourself at Manmon.
“I won!” You cheer as you kiss his face. Mammon wraps his arms around you.
“How’d you find out I was racing?” Mammon asks as the crowd disperses to end the night.
"Well, you always sneak out of bed on Saturday night, and I know there's nothing you love more than sleeping with me. So I followed you. I didn't think I'd win," you giggle as you hug him again.
"You little sneak," Mammon laughs as he kisses your head. He turns to his brother and tosses him your keys. "Take her car home."
Asmo nods, waving at the two of you as he places your trophy and Grimm in the passenger seat. He revs the engine before he takes off down the road, music blasting from the speakers.
"What do you have planned, baby?" You ask Mammon as he leads you to his car. He opens the passenger side door for you, helping you in before he gets in his seat.
"Gonna take you out," he says as he laces his fingers with yours, driving to the highest peak in the Devildom.
The sky looks beautiful. Mammon pulls his seat back, helping you into his lap.
"Congrats, Treasure. Who knew you had in ya," He teases as you place your hands on his shoulders. He moves his hand from your hips to your ass.
"I'd like to have you in me," you respond as you grind on him. Mammon moans as he kisses you, his teeth gently tugging your bottom lip.
"Soon, Treasure. I'll give you just what you need," Mammon assures you as his hands move upward to cup your breasts. He's a little reckless when he rips your shirt down the middle. Your bra nearly goes with it but Mammon undoes the hooks easily and tosses it in the passenger seat. His lips meet your skin, kissing from one breast to the other before taking a hard nipple into his mouth.
"Fuck, Mammon," you curse, arching into him.
So glad you wore a skirt, Treasure. Otherwise, I'd have to rip through denim and delay our gratification," Mammon grins as he bunches your skirt at your hips. He pushes your panties aside, groaning when his fingers meet your arousal. He slides two inside, curling them as his thumb finds your clit.
His name escapes you. Your greedy hands tug on his pants, palming his cock hungrily.
"Fuck me, please!" you beg, nearly in tears as you fuck yourself on his fingers, soaking them.
"So needy," he smirks. "Fucking yourself on my fingers like a good little slut. I want to feel you inside. Wanna stuff you full of my cock," Mammon groans when you kiss him, your tongue meeting his, sucking it before you unzip his pants and pull out his thick cock.
"Mammon!" You whine, as he slowly removes his fingers from your cunt. He sucks each of them clean as he locks eyes with you. He laughs when you grab his cock, line it up at your entrance and slide home.
You moan loudly, and your nails dig into his arms as you bottom out. Mammon curses, and he kisses you hungrily. You'd love to take your time with him, to fuck him until morning but you know Lucifer will be calling you two soon, asking where the heck you've snuck out to. You're sure Asmo will keep your prizes safe but if Lucifer spots him, you'll all be in trouble.
At the moment, Mammon doesn't care. He's too riled up by you riding his cock like you'll never get to again. He'd love to fuck you on the hood of his car and would love to see the mark of your body when he presses you against it.
Mammon holds your hips, slamming into you over and over as your eyes roll back and his name fills the air as you orgasm with trembling thighs and loud cries of his name.
"That's it, Treasure. Cum all over my fucking cock," Mammon encourages as you tighten around him. Mammon fucks you through your orgasm, praising you as you clutch his shoulders. His lips meet yours as you shake.
"One more time for me, Treasure. Can you do that?" He asks softly. You nod, kissing him as his hand moves between your bodies to rub your clit. You grind on him, cursing as your body grows hotter until Mammon has you cumming again. He fucks you through it, moaning when he cums inside you.
"Fuck," he pants as he leans back in his seat. You giggle as you lean back, startled when the car horn goes off. Mammon laughs as he tugs you into his chest, holding you tight.
"I love ya, Treasure."
"I love you, Mammon," you say sincerely as you rest your head on his chest. Mammon rubs your back in slow circles as you catch your breath. He'd hate to pull you off him but he knows he should get you home.
"Come on, Treasure. We need to get you to bed."
"But I want to stay here," you whisper. "With you."
"We'll be more comfortable in my bed," Mammon says with a smile. He takes his shirt off to cover you up. You thank him as he sets you in the passenger seat. He fixes your skirt and panties, patting your cunt.
"Keep my cum inside you until I get you home. I've got plans for us," Mammon smirks as he turns on the car. You flush with heat, nodding as you buckle your seat. You press your thighs together, eager to get home.
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