This Image Makes Me Cry

this image makes me cry

ྀི 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 ⟢

⟡ a small conversation [happy birthday darlin'!] ft. mammon x gn!mc | tagging my bby @mammonsrockstargf <3 note: i do have two mammon fics in the drafts. but have some silly. once again, happy birthday to our lovable dumbass / aff ; wc: around 1k!

"Double shot. Shaken, not stirred."

"Make it three!"

Mammon perked up at your words, turning his head to face you as he raised a brow. "You sure, pearl? The booze 'ere ain't no joke."

You tilt your head, looking up and feigning a curious expression. "Hmmm…"

In moment's notice that mask shatters. Hums turned into less-than-discreet snickers, your fingers tapping a rhythmic tune on the glazed bar top. Each word wrapped in an air of assurance, with your other hand placed atop his. "Of course, of course! I'll be fiiiiine!"

"Eh, ya said so," Mammon shrugs. "No complaining, ya hear?"

You nodded, giggling like a child who got exactly what they wanted. The bartender nodded to your words, before retreating to his station: grabbing a mixer and a whole array of liquor. Not a bottle — several.

"So you go to this place?" you ask, resting your chin atop the palm of your hand.

Mammon nods, swirling the tiny bit of vodka left from the free jello shot. "Sometimes."

"I heard this was your favourite."

"Eh?" a small blush crept up his cheeks, though he shook it off, scoffing it off. "'course. Where else do ya expect me to go?" he retorted the questioning back, downing the remaining of that shot.

"The Fall?

"A demon can enjoy other things, human."

The tips of his ears grow redder by the second, as his eyes struggle to keep it's gaze locked in yours. Your bows furrowed.

You took note of his reaction, leaning closer. "You enjoy human realm alcohol, do you?"

Mammon froze. The glass made a loud 'clink' getting slammed on the hardwood, causing to you flinch. "W-what do ya mean?" the poor demon boy stuttered, his tan skin adorned in a rosy tint.

You click your tongue, "I don't know? Maybe…"

As you tilt your head to the barrage collection of human world imported beverages. On the highest of shelves were the most expensive, high-end wines that rivaled that of the finest demonus, and going lower you see barrels of beer; ready to serve upon order's request.

"And I heard the shop was fairly new," you hummed, a sly smirk toying your lips. "And they have only recently stocked on that new edition whiskey you liked~"

"S.. shut up."

Mammon was beyond speechless. And red, how the blush got too intense to where he covers his face with the palm of his hand, murmuring curses at his emotions expense.

Ever lovedrunk for this fool, you decided to tease him further. "Mammon~"

With a chuckle you took the hand off his face, your thumb caressing the back of his wrist. "Tell you what," you cooed. "I'll promise to take you to a far better bar back at the human realm for your birthday. How about that?"

Mammon's eyes widened, as tiny sparks linger in his irises. He had to blink. "You'd do that for me, pearl?"

"Mhm," you nodded. "And it can only be you.." you drew his hand closer, up until the faintest touch of fingertips dawdle on the soft fabric of your top. You glanced back, earning him a wink, "and me."

Mammon stares at how you just oh so effortlessly placed his hand at the middle of your chest, hovering over where he could feel the slow, sensual rhythm of your beating heart.

"No way…" he whispered. He had to trail back and forth from his hand and back to your face, processing all of this. Did you? You did not just… but you did. Knowing him, your ever lovable demon can now be analogous to a tomato, turning crimson as his hands clutched against the fabric. Though, what you didn't expect was how, temporarily, he traded away his tsundere facade.

That lovable idiot, with a wide grin breaking in on his lips with each tiny laugh.

"Yes way!" you exclaimed, your grip tightening around his wrist.

He gasped in amazed disbelief. "Oh my fuckin' Diavolo." It was a rare sight to see his ever surprised smile, though its through these instances where you learn to appreciate the greedy demon ever more. Even as you had his wrist off your fingers, he still feels the gentle thuds of your heartbeat lurk through his senses. "Tell me ya ain't joking."

"I'm not," you raised both your hands in the air. "Cross my heart."

That joke had somewhat got him back his own sentience. He shook his head, averting his gaze. "Yeah yeah.. I'll hold ya to it."

"You don't trust me?" You pouted, crossing your arms, "I guess I better drop it before it's-"

"Oh c'mere ya little-"

Before you could react back, Mammon had attacked you with a deadly combination of kisses and tickles. Every laughter heard by other guests mattered not, for you just had to take it back. Don't do that, now you shall face the proper punishment for it. Your humorous pleas of "stop!" and "mammon!" were left unheard.

Payback.

Minutes pass and you're catching your breath. Mammon was the one who looked at you smugly now, proud at how he's got ya all hazy in no time. You rolled your eyes.

"Sir, here's your order," the bartender returns, serving both of your drinks. A double and triple shot unidentifiable concoction for the both of you respectively. The drinks emit a marble mix of pink and gold, swirled accompanied with the dusts of edible stars. "Galaxies in a glass" ; now the drink name made a whole lot of sense.

"Oh?" you grabbed your glass, examining the little splashes of art. The little yellow heart at the center was just the perfect addition. "They're so pretty."

"It's the best on- Hey hey-"

"I'll be fine," you dismissed, taking a sip and———

You spat it out. Nearly all of it with the way you tumble the glass with how swift you were with letting got. Sticking out your tongue as if to take off the strong alcohol taste. Think of a daiquiri, but more concentrated and in turn, more unpleasant.

You clicked your tongue, meanwhile Mammon couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Told ya."

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[7:43 AM] Solomon always waits for you to rise before leaving because he never wants you to wake up to an empty bed – like he did for hundreds of years.

[11:15 AM] Simeon is cheesy enough to make sure to catch all of the flying kisses you send him.

warnings: dub con ? (cursed speech), nsfw 🔞, virgin inumaki and reader, (inumaki is aged up to 19)

boyfriend!inumaki who accidentally groans ‘fuck’ as you guys makeout and before he can stop you, you’re already pulling his cock out of his boxers, slipping your loose shorts and panties to the side and sitting on it till the hilt before you snap out of your daze.

your eyes drop to examine your connection, and even though you seemed to have initiated it, you’re still taken aback by the sight. his cursed speech had never been used against you before and honestly it kind of scares you how powerful it is.

“y—you’re inside me—” you gasp out, shock and terror in your expression and tone. his hands fly to dig his fingers into your hips to keep you from moving as he grunts.

your eyes widen in tandem with his and you stare at each other with embarrassment and surprise. he then comically pulls out his phone with shaky hands and shows you a note saying ‘i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to’

whether you like it or not, inumaki has now taken your virginity and you’ve taken his. you had barely started getting comfortable enough to dry hump with him and now you can feel his leaking tip kissing your cervix. you’re quite lucky you had grown sufficiently wet making out before this because it doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

“i—it’s okay,” you mumble briefly, aware that it’s not really his fault. you try to pull away from his pulsing cock with a flushed face but it feels as if an invisible barrier is holding you in place. honestly, you should just be thankful your body isn’t compelling you to bounce on him, despite his command of ‘fuck.’ you assume it’s because you’re a virgin, and your inexperience is somehow working in your favor, even though you obviously know what fucking entails.

“i- i can’t get off,” you whine in panic, gripping his shoulders like a vice as his lidded gaze flickers from your face, down at where he’s buried inside of your warm chasm with a wince.

panic rises to impossible heights as you hear someone walking in the hall past your room, likely another student. because you guys were only making out before, you had left the door to your room cracked open, your naive selves thinking it was quite risky and hot to do so. but now that his dick is inside of you, the hot risk has turned into a terrifying risk. yes, it’d be embarrassing and shameful if one of your peers walked in but god forbid a teacher did, you’d both probably be suspended or worse.

“t-toge, the door!” you whine at him, shakily and panicked. he seems just as scared because his wide gaze flickers at the door before gulping.

inumaki sets his phone down to the side and returns his shaky hands to grip your hips. he pulls desperately, attempting to help you get off but it’s like his strength has disappeared with his cock into your pussy because he can’t summon any power to pull you off for the life of him.

“get off,” he commands shakily, trying to help but instead, it does the opposite. your body feels as though its a doll with strings tied to it because now it chooses to use two fingers to start swiping harshly against your clit in that familiar way you do all alone. it seems his command was perceived as making yourself cum rather than getting off of his lap.

you immediately gasp in forced pleasure, forcing him to let out a groan as your pussy flutters around him. to play with your clit in front of your boyfriend of only a few weeks is terribly embarrassing and quite awkward for you but to toge? this is just about the hottest thing he’s ever seen. he can’t help but gawk and study the way you’re pleasuring your little bud, jumping at the opportunity to learn what you like. you know it’s not his fault but you can’t help but use your other hand to slap against his chest with irritation as your other refuses to relent.

“q- quit it!” you plead with panic, eerily aware of his gaze on your vulnerable clit.

“s-stop touching yourself,” he hesitantly commands at your request, making you deeply sigh in relief as your hands fly to grip his shoulders instead, leaving your poor clit alone. you don’t miss the way his cock twitches inside of you as he says those words, as if he’s aroused at the idea that he can force you to touch yourself or to stop whenever he likes.

honestly, his mind is reeling. he’s been desperately attempting to hold back filling your pussy with cum since you forced him in, he wouldn’t be able to think of a command to get you off of him efficiently right now even if he tried.

he does feel bad knowing it likely hurt you to take his seven inches in all at once, he and yuta often talk about the importance of foreplay for women, both desperately not wanting to be one of those guys who seem to be incapable of pleasing a woman. he also knows you’re anxious about the door as well, but he can’t help but feel giddy that he’s actually feeling your insides. after all, he’s the definition of a stereotypical nerdy virgin, desperate for any kind of stimulation from his sexy girlfriend. he’s never seen this expression on you before or any real woman, you look so shamefully aroused.

he’s fantasized about this moment for years, since you had become friends. though, he did imagine it to happen a bit differently, something with him eating you out until you’re nice and gushy and then easing his way inside before fucking you as long as he possibly could— but he’ll take what he can get.

“the door, the door,” you babble, redirecting his attention. you’re aware that he’s hesitant to give you another command, likely worried he might make things worse again like he did earlier when he accidentally made you touch yourself so the door takes priority over anything else. he nods at you with a gulp in preparation.

he then wraps his arms around your thighs and stands, making you both groan as the new position pushes his cock in even deeper. you take deep, shaky breaths in attempt to cope as he bites back the instinct to just start fucking you with hopeless abandon.

“g-go, toge, go.” you urge him, unintentionally moaning it out, making him clench his eyes shut briefly to focus before walking to the door and shutting it quickly. every step is like you’re being impaled, agonizingly euphorically.

you both breathe out in relief as he locks the door, but that relief is short lived because the next thing you know, he’s gently lying you on your back on the carpeted floor of your room as he places himself between your legs.

“o-kay—mhm— out, toge,” you breathe out, reminding him to pull out.

a long few moments of an unmoving toge deep inside of you with his head tilted down, eyes glued to where you’re connected makes your brows twitch in confusion. you almost believe he’s not going to pull out because of his pause.

little do you know, toge is at war with himself. part of him wants so badly to just say fuck it and fuck the idea of stopping right out of you, it’d be so easy. but the other, more logical part wants to take your feelings into consideration, aware that this is probably not how you wanted your first time together to be.

“t-toge?” you ask, tilting your head to the side a bit in attempt to see his face.

he seems to choose your feelings over his own at the sound of your shaky voice because he begins to slowly pull out, making you both moan together as you grip his shirt harshly.

when he finally withdraws from your weeping chasm, you get your first clear view of his pretty, blushing dick while he takes in the beautiful sight of your pussy. neither of you can help but stare. his leaking, glistening seven inches bobs just above your pussy and makes you bite your lip with a slow exhale.

“t-that was inside me?” you mutter in disbelief, his cock is just huge. part of you assumed he’d be on the smaller side, mostly because he literally calls you his omega and jokes that he howls at the moon but you couldn’t be more wrong.

he groans with clenched eyes, your praising words doing anything but assisting his self control. he pushes to lie on his back beside you, taking a large amount of effort to force himself off of you.

but before you can even sigh in relief at the feeling of no longer being stuffed to the brim, your body seems to act on its own once again. as he starts to slip his cock back into his pants, your body flies to straddle him and slip him fully inside again. it’s as if since the command hasn’t been called off or combatted with another, your body isnt able to stop until it is.

you whimper in a pathetic broken whine as you try to cope. but that’s nothing compared to what inumaki is feeling as your walls hug onto him, practically begging him to breed you.

he hisses and grips your hips again, unable to stop himself from bucking up into you in a singular harsh thrust, pulling a ‘ah!’ from your pretty lips.

“d-don’t do that!” you plead, whining. your adorable tone is absolutely not helping in toge’s attempt at forcing away the impending doom of cumming with scarce amounts of stimulation.

if he could talk without potentially hurting you, he’d repeat that he’s sorry like a broken record.

“fuck— we need to think of something,” you quickly breathe, attempting desperately to ignore the obvious as you rake your brain for ideas.

toge simply nods frantically, licking his lips as he eyes your pussy. he can’t think of anything but the blissful sight of your cute little clit twitching in distress.

“tell me to— ngh—” and before you can even complete your messy thought, he abruptly hisses harshly and loudly as if in a panic.

“move! move!” he groans at you in desperate warning of his imminent orgasm, nails digging into your hips as his begin to sporadically thrust up into you like he can’t control it. it feels as though he’s the one under compulsion because his hips just won’t stop humping up into you. it’s really not his fault, he tried to hold it back for as long as he could.

and unfortunately, ‘move’ does make you move— but not in the way he intended. you begin to grind your hips down on his jolting ones, unintentionally milking his cock of all of the cum he’s offering your pussy.

“are you—! cumming right now?” you gasp at the euphoric feeling of warmth shooting deep inside as his hard member bullies through your sensitive walls frantically.

you may as well be speaking to the wall because even though he hears you, the intensity of his high is just too euphoric to focus on your words. he’s not sure he would even choose to if he could because it’s just so embarrassing.

the sight of you fucking down on him as he desperately fucks up into you is anything but sexy, though inumaki would disagree. you both look like desperate, pathetic virgins who have no idea how to fuck, thrusts not lining up at all but still somehow working to help him ride his high.

“hahh— fuck! so good, you’re so good,” he babbles in such a pathetic tone that makes you moan back loudly with hands fisting his shirt. you really wish you didn’t have to, but you slap a hand over his mouth to silence him and prevent him from making things worse. while you can’t blame him for struggling to control his words at a time like this, the rare sound of your boyfriends sexy voice speaking normal words only brings you crashing down to your own climax

finding a solution is no longer on your minds; the intensity of real life sex is overwhelming. you anticipated it would be intense, but this feels beyond anything you could have imagined.

he groans beneath your palm, his brows pinched as his high slowly subsides, yet his ruts up into you remain relentless.

“i’m! i’m— i think— it’s—!” you stutter, hands flying to grip his hands on your hips, attempting to communicate that you’re right on the edge of your own orgasm. you don’t even need to say it, inumaki understands what you mean just from the way your grinding turns into a harsh bounce.

desperate to make you cum after embarrassing himself so badly, he uses two fingers to rub against your clit with zero technique and strategy. he’s trying to copy your moves earlier but he’s failing terribly, maybe he’d be able to do this efficiently if you weren’t bouncing frantically on his overstimulated cock.

it soon becomes clear that his inexperienced circles against your clit only work to rile you up more after a few minutes, seemingly making your orgasm stray away instead of pulling it closer.

you whine in frustration and he panics, eager to return the pleasure you gave him. despite the fact that you’re abusing his sensitive cock after he just came, his only concern is that he’s fortunately still hard enough for you to eventually find your release.

“p-please— wanna cum too!” you whimper, leaning down to lay a messy kiss against his lips, making his brows twitch in sympathy. the second an idea graces his mind, he halts his movements against your clit and instead tightens his hold on your hips to help you bounce. it’s impossible to hold back pathetic whines as he takes control of your moves.

“cum hard for me,” he coos, commanding you with urgency. and like clockwork, your vision blurs, your orgasm crashing down on you so hard that your back arches and you scream out his name for all of the dorms to hear just how good inumaki seems to be treating you.

“t-thank you— thank you— thank you—” you babble like an idiot, but he thinks you sound like a fucking angel.

he just about cums again at the sight of your twitching, jolting body mixed with the feeling of your pussy clenching on him harder than ever. though he’s a bit hurt he wasn’t able to make you cum without his cursed speech, he’s mostly just glad he was able to make you cum at all considering the situation at hand. he thinks it’s the least he could do for you.

after a few moments of your pussy squeezing him like a vice, it begins to clench in a pattern of sorts, like it’s your bodies built in way of assuring his cum will penetrate your uterus. he wants so badly to ask why that’s happening but he’ll have to wait to look it up later because the idea of typing that out makes his cheeks burn.

then, you collapse onto his body, slowly softening cock still snug inside of you as you gasp for air. he rubs your back soothingly as you tuck your head in his shoulder, basking in the afterglow together.

his phone must have landed near you because you hear him typing, making you sit up lazily to check.

he presents his phone to you with a blush, ‘i know that wasn’t ideal but that was really good for me. thank you and i’m sorry.”

and you can’t help but laugh, though you’re just as embarrassed, face burning as harshly as his is.

“it—it’s okay, you’re lucky i’m on birth control,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his torso with relaxed closed eyes, more than unbothered that his soft dick is still nestled inside. it feels like you’re hugging him down there and up here, only adding to the intimacy.

“and it was good for me too,” you whisper seductively before nibbling on his neck.

you giggle when you hear him sigh deeply in relief and wrap his arms around you.

“you came awfully fast, toge,” you suddenly tease, making his face grimace in shame before he groans.

he wishes he could tease you back but he settles with pinching your waist playfully, causing you to squeak and jolt, making your hips jerk down on his sensitive cock. before you can even pray that he doesn’t react with an another command—

“f-fuck!”