Asmos Biggest Fan

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Asmo was preening his hair in the mirror on the wall while speaking to you. “Come onnn, we will be back before Lucifer or anybody even knows we left! I don't invite just ANYBODY to go to a club with me, so you really should be getting dressed right now.”

You were sitting on the edge of your bed in your pajamas. It was the middle of the night, and Asmo had barged in to wake you up and apparently to get you to join him in sneaking out to the club. You had never been to a club before, much less a demon club. You were feeling hesitant about it. Plus, even after being in devildom for a few months, you didn't have any inclination to believe Asmo was interested in any such activity with you. He flirted, sure, but he does that with everyone. You didn't know whether he was inviting you because he planned to get blasted and needed someone safe to make sure he got home, or whether he just wanted to have fun with you. After another moment considering your options, you sighed and rose to your feet. You picked out an all black outfit, most of your clothes were black, a stark contrast to Asmo's usually colorful and elegant wardrobe. He, of course, looked stunning as usual, and looking between the two of you, nobody would guess you'd be arriving together. Yet, that's exactly what happened. You both had successfully snuck out of the hall of lamentation without being detected, and made your way to devildom. You grew more nervous the closer you got.

“You have nothing to worry about, just don't leave my side and you'll have the time of your life!~” Asmo had noticed how nervous you became and tried to put your mind at ease. He put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as you both approached the building. A gesture you normally would reject, but you weren't really focused on it at the moment.

You could faintly hear the music before you turned the corner and saw the building finally. There was a line wrapped around the building, tons of demons waiting eagerly to get in. Some in line already seemed intoxicated, and others were loudly talking with friends over the sound of the music. To your surprise, Asmo led you straight to the door instead of the back of the line. Thinking it over again, you suppose you should've expected that anyway. After all, it's Asmodeus. When you both approached the door, the very large bouncer at the door didn't speak; he just nodded to Asmo and opened the door, letting you both in.

Asmo spoke in a sing-song voice, loudly over the music. “Well, here we areee!~ What do you want to do first? Dance, get a drink, or find someone cute to get you a drink instead?”

“Er… well, I've never even been to a human nightclub, so I don't really know where to start here. I'm not sure why you wanted me to come along…” You looked down, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, worried that you'll either make a fool of yourself or bring Asmo down. He parties often, and everyone knows he knows how to have a good time. Before you could get sucked further into any of your self-doubt, he grabbed your hand and began pulling you towards the bar.

“Well then, follow my lead. Not to worry, I brought you because I want you to have a good time. You're in good hands. Now then, let's get a drink, shall we? Oh! Would you look at that, you ended up choosing the third option, didn't you?” He winked and turned to the bartender to order you both a drink. While he was ordering, you looked around at your surroundings. The fun lights, the music, demons dancing together, others nearby drinking and conversing, and not far, there was even a couple passionately making out. Seeing them, you instantly looked away and turned your gaze down, realizing you and Asmo were still holding hands. You didn't pull away, though, you found it was oddly comforting.

You didn't have time to be lost in thought for very long. A rather vibrant blue drink was slid across the counter, stopping in front of you. It looked like Asmo had gotten you both the same drinks; he had already started on his, letting go of your hand to pick it up and look around as he sipped. You began drinking your own, taking your time. Many demons recognized Asmo and wandered over to talk. He introduced you, but you couldn't remember all the names. A few even seemed just as flirty as Asmo himself and tried flirting with you. Oddly enough, Asmo was the one to deflect their attempts before you could even speak for yourself. When both of you finished your drinks, with much encouragement from his acquaintances, you both also took a shot for good measure. When you finally downed the burning liquid, literally burning by the way as it was lit on fire before being given to you, he took your hand again, leading you to dance. You've never been much of a dancer, but by now, the alcohol was telling you it was what you wanted.

The rest of the night seemed to go on forever, but not in a bad way. You gradually loosened up and had a great time. You both spent the night talking, meaningful conversation, not just surface-level talks, and of course, more drinking. The more you danced together through the night, the more lingering touches, whispered sweet nothings, and eventual grinding occurred. By the end of the night, you saw Asmo in a much different light. You always knew he was charming, that was his thing after all, but you learned he was also thoughtful, caring, fun, and he had given you the most fun night since you arrived in Devildom. It could've been the alcohol, of course, but looking at him in the dancing lights of the club, music in the background, both of you perspired from dancing, his eyes seemed to almost glimmer. You suddenly realized how dangerous that thinking was. He is the avatar of lust. He could have anyone he wants, and he usually does. Getting attached would just mean bad news for you, so you pushed your thoughts back and chalked them up to drunken thoughts. Eventually, you both made your way back to the hall of lamentation. You both weren't completely blasted, but you still had to lean on each other to make it to the doorway. Both of you giggling together as you entered home, suddenly stopped to see Lucifer leaning against the wall nearby with his arms crossed.

“A good time, I presume? The night before RAD at that. Bed. Both of you, and I will not hear any excuses tomorrow. You WILL attend RAD. I will think of a suitable punishment tomorrow. And as for you… I expected better. Asmo sneaks out and gets punished often enough, but I thought you knew better.”

You were in the library, flipping through a few books, trying to improve your understanding of some magical concepts you had been taught at RAD. You hadn’t even noticed that someone had come into the library and now stood behind you, peeking over your shoulder to see what you were looking at. His sudden speech made you jump slightly and drop the book in your hand. You didn’t even hear what was said. Yeah, that wasn't dramatic. You thought to yourself.

“I said, there are less boring things to do than this.” Asmo stood there, casually resting his arm on your shoulder and leaning over a little too close to your face. You pick your book up and stand. As you move to place the book back in the right spot on the shelf, you speak.

“I’m sure there are. I just needed to study a little. What brought you in here anyway?”

He moved closer to you again, speaking with his usual playful, flirty tone. “Hmmm… what brought me in here, I wonder… Well, I was about to go out, and I thought to myself, well, I need my favorite human to come with me. Who else will carry my bags?” He was standing there giving you a pleading look. 

Behind those pleading eyes were just thoughts about how important you had become to him since arriving in Devildom. You eventually ended up hanging out with him fairly often. What started as mere curiosity and interest between the two of you has now turned into repressed feelings that neither of you can seem to come to terms with yet. Both of you are just kind of waiting for the other one to say something first. It's become the norm for everyone to question both of you about it. You, however, are more sure of there being no real chance than he was. You are a human exchange student, and he was literally the avatar of lust. He could have anybody he wanted, so why would he want you? Well, for more than mere fun anyway. 

“Ah, you just need me to carry your bags? How tempting.” You knew he was only kidding, but you couldn't just let that slide.

“Well, no. Obviously, my fashion taste is impeccable, but I need someone to see how stunning I look in my new outfits before I actually wear them out. So yes, I also need you in the dressing room too. But, I suppose it is also just nice to talk to you.” This surprised you a bit. He looked suddenly serious, and his eyes softened just slightly when he said it. It was brief, but you caught it. 

You, of course, ended up going to town with Asmo. Now you’re standing among the several racks of clothing, carrying two bags from other stores in one hand and at least seven different full outfits you were struggling to hold with your other arm. 

“I think this is a good amount to start with here. C’mon, I’ve GOT to see what these look like on me.” He practically skipped to the back, only looking over his shoulder briefly to make sure you were coming with his selections. You were beginning to wonder if you HAD imagined that look earlier and sighed to yourself as you caught up.

When you approached, he held the door to the dressing room open. You hung the hangers up on the hooks next to the door. You turned to leave and give him privacy, but he reached in front of you, pulling the door closed before you could leave.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’ll sit in the chair. What do I look like, leaving and coming back here seven times?” He said it so matter-of-factly that you began to wonder if you really were thinking ridiculously, just trying to be considerate.

You set the bags down and took a seat in the chair against the wall. He looked pleased with himself, watching you accept your fate so easily. He turned around and began selecting an outfit to start with. As he went through the first few, they obviously looked great on him. Then again, the more you thought about it, he really did always look good. As he was removing another outfit and moving on to the next, you found yourself admiring him. You usually try not to stare at him or let yourself get stuck admiring him; you didn't even realize it yet. Your gaze wandered from his collarbones, down his chest, his abdomen, and the sleek, toned muscles on every inch you could see. He truly looked perfect. He hadn’t said anything about your gaze either; he could feel it. It was hard for him not to smirk and make a flirty comment to you about it, but he merely took his time changing and tried to pose as attractive as he could nonchalantly manage. As he finished putting on the last one, he posed and waited for your feedback once again. You cleared your throat and tried not to make it obvious that you spent all this time checking him out.

“Er.. well, not to be redundant but, yeah, this one looks great too.”

He scoffed lightly before he spoke. “Just great? This might be the best out of the bunch. Yep, it's settled. I’m getting them all.” He turned and posed in the mirror as he gave his own answer. 

He changed back into the clothes he came in, and picked up another outfit you didn't notice before. He turned to you, holding it out.

“Your turn. Don’t worry, it’s all your size, I checked.” He gave you a wink, waiting for you to take it.

“You checked…? What, like you went through my dresser or something?” You stifled a nervous laugh, genuinely wondering if that's what he did.

“Well, it would’ve been rude to ask so… yes, I did. Now look at the perfect outfit I found for you.”

You made a mental note to start locking your door and stood up, taking the hangers for the outfit from his outstretched hand. He sat in the chair you had just rose from, and suddenly you felt very self-conscious. 

“Oh, you’re sitting in here…?” You couldn’t just kick him out like that after you spent the last twenty-five minutes ogling him silently. 

“Yep. I want the best view, of course. Well, go on, don't mind me.” He sat with one leg over the other, and his hands politely rested in his lap, watching you expectantly. In his mind originally, he was going to look away at least a little while you changed. Well, that was before he had seen you watching him the way you were earlier. Now he intends to give you the same treatment.

You nervously started undressing, aware of his blatant gaze. Suddenly, you feel bad for gawking at him earlier, but then that feeling was replaced by feeling flattered at the fact that he even wanted to look at you like he was. Each time you moved, removing your clothes and reaching for each new item of clothing to put on, his eyes didn't leave you. You noticed he was gripping his leg as though he was trying to remain calm. Now that you look closely, each time you faced him and gave him a full view of yourself, he seemed to almost tremble slightly and lean forward. Neither of you was saying anything, even as you were putting the last item of the new clothes on. You straightened the clothes and admired them in the mirror before turning back towards him, but he was already standing. He stood close to you, speaking softly, and he gently caressed each place he mentioned. “You look almost as perfect as I do. It hugs you just right, right here… here… and… here” Touching you along your shoulders, your sides, and stopping at your waist.

“O-oh uh… Thanks... yeah… I like it. You picked well.” You were suddenly so nervous that you were surprised you were even able to answer him.

New to writing and plan to try writing different scenarios with different anatomies

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Asmodeus stepped closer to you, causing you to step back against the wall. He often entered your personal space… You had gotten used to it even. This was different, though; he was much bolder than he typically was. You were in his room and were just about to leave when he trapped you here. Now you look back at him, not saying anything, just waiting to see what he would dare do now. You have spent a lot of time with Asmo since you arrived in devildom, and you have even become pretty close. You hadn’t wanted him to know how much you like him, even though you often resist him. This time, you allow it as he leans forward, lips closer to yours until you close the distance.

Your arms and his both reach up, holding each other closer as your lips move together. His tongue finds its way to yours, exploring your mouth. An involuntary noise escaped from you, and to your surprise, his grip on you tightened. Now, his hands slowly moved from their original positions and began to explore your body. His fingers occasionally dipped below the hem of your shirt, grazing your bare skin gently. Each time, they left a trail of goosebumps in their wake, your grip now tightened on him as well. You realized how tight your pants were beginning to feel as he said your name against the skin of your neck, his lips going back to your skin, and one of his hands sliding its way down your abdomen. It came to rest over your bulge, eliciting a soft sigh from you. You felt his hand move over you slowly as he whispered to you, “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks…” His fingers now found their way to the button on your pants, loosening it and slipping down over your underwear. You just barely manage to stifle the noise that had threatened to escape at the contact. You wanted to feel him, too. When you slid your hand to his bulge, you could tell he must’ve been honest about what he said to you by how hard he was already. You suddenly smirked and gently pulled yourself away, buttoning your pants back up and straightening up your clothes.

“Wait, what? Just like that, you’re done? How can you even resist me, hm?” He tried to close the distance once more, but you merely rested your palm on his chest, holding him back. “You mean to tell me you didn’t like it..?”

I don't write and its nothing special but pls be nice lol

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You were loosening your tie, unbuttoning the top button of your shirt. After a long day at RAD, your uniform felt tight, and you were ready to loosen up. You had barely gotten off the RAD campus when you could hear a quick-paced clacking of heels coming from behind you. You already knew who was closing in on you. You smelt his perfume right before you felt his arms wrap around you from behind. 

“Wait! You surrreely wouldn’t have forgotten about me on your way out, right? I told you I would wait for you.” Asmo loosened his grip slightly to lean around and look at you.

You definitely didn't forget. You assumed it was an invitation to join his brigade of followers that seemed to materialize as soon as he set foot out of the Hall of Lamentation. You hadn’t been here long, but you had been here long enough to know he’s not used to getting turned down. You weren't really interested in joining a mass that constantly sought his attention. He never gave much real attention to anyone anyway. He seemed a flirt, then again, he IS the avatar of Lust so what do you expect? 

He released his grip and moved around to stand in front of you. “Well? After all, it's not often I lend out something precious like alone time with me. You should feel special.” He reached out, playing with the end of your tie as he spoke to you in a playful tone. 

While you cleared your throat, you pulled your tie from his fingers, straightening it a little bit, suddenly nervous. You took a step back and answered him. “Ah, well. I didn’t think you were completely serious. I’m not interested in joining a flock.”

He feigned a pain in his chest over his heart at what you said. “Joining a flock? How am I to blame if others are captivated by my beauty?” He tilted his head and smirked at you, as if trying to make his eyes twinkle at you. It made your stomach flutter... just slightly.. but, you didn’t plan on telling him that.

“Yeah, I get that. You can’t really blame ME for not wanting to join a line though, do you? Especially only barely knowing you.” You somehow managed to get that out in a polite yet honest tone. You had to admit he had charm, but you aren’t someone who fell for that sort of thing.

“Well, here I am, all alone I might add. You can get to know me now. How about..” He trailed off, tapping a finger on his chin thoughtfully. “...Over a little coffee?” He winked and waited for your response, seeming to expect you to jump for it.

You sighed and considered it for a moment. On one hand, all you were going to do was study, but on the other hand, you didn't want him to think you were going to just swoon instantly like that for him. You decided it would be harmless and nodded.

You later find yourself in a quaint cafe enjoying a coffee and a slice of chocolate cake. Who knew you could find that in the devildom? You both had been actually talking for the past half hour or so. You were beginning to relax a little; maybe he was easier to talk to than you thought. At first, it felt a bit strained as you didn't really know what to say. You both have different interests on a surface level. He loves shopping, being pretty, and well... himself. You were still adjusting to being brought to the devildom, your interests so far only include, studying to stay out of trouble, and observing your new environment. You’ve grown to like walking around, alone even, to see what devildoms town held. You hadn't worked up the nerve to actually poke around anywhere yet, there you sat talking to Asmodeus of all demons, in a cafe about your life back in earth realm while he told you aspects about his own life. 

Afterwards, while you were leaving, he winked and tried to link his arm with yours as he spoke. (You’ve come to learn he’s a bit clingy and normally just pull away.) “Don’t worry, I can walk you home.”