#om! asmodeus

When you arrived at Diavolo’s private beach for a bit of a break, you had expected to find the moon and stars still dotting the night sky. 

Seeing a full sun and sparkling waves took you by surprise. 

It also meant you were not dressed appropriately for today's events. Damnit. It’s not like you can ask any of them to take you back to the House of Lamentation to get a change of clothes either. Looks like you’re just going to roast in your clothes. 

“Why so glum, hm?” Asmo purrs in your ear as he wraps his arms around you from behind. Nuzzling his cheek against yours, with his chest pressed against your back. 

“I didn’t think there would be an actual sun.” Which meant actual daylight; your clothes are going to be drenched with sweat instead of seawater. 

“Does that mean you didn’t bring anything to change into?” One of his hands is toying with the hem of your shirt, and you can just picture the way he’s smirking into your hair. 

“I did, but none of it’s really appropriate now.” Frowning as you admit the words. You should have asked for more details last night instead of assuming this beach was like the rest of the Devildom. 

Your body jolts when the Avatar of Lust gives your earlobe a playful nip out of the blue. “Aw, don’t worry!” That makes you want to worry, since Asmo never gets that playful in view of his brothers unless he’s up to something. “I’m sure I have something that you’ll look absolutely adorable in!” That doesn’t help the gnawing in your stomach, but in this case beggars can’t be choosers.

In true Asmodeus form, he has an entire bag full of swim and beach clothes. Your days of being surprised that he has things in your size are long over as well. Taking the offered garments before you slip inside one of the small change rooms to see if there is something that you aren’t going to feel ridiculous in. 

Three of the swimsuits you don’t even bother to try on. If the tiny strings could even be called lingerie, let alone swimwear. Leaving you with two options, so you pick the one in a color you like. 

It seems to fit well; it’s not too tight and from what you can see as you twist and turn it doesn’t seem too revealing. Success. 

At least until you bend down to grab your own clothes and the remaining borrowed swimsuits. Hearing a rip along the bottom and feeling a chill along your sex. 

So much for it fitting well. “Everything ok in there Hon?” Your head snaps up with enough force you could have given yourself whiplash. 

Shit. “Ugh, just give me a sec-” The cloth door is pushed to the side as Asmo’s frame slips around it. His gaze rakes over your form, and you don’t miss the flash of amusement in his eyes. 

“Oh no~” His hands fly to his face in concern. “I heard a rip and wanted to make sure you were okay!” Crowding into your space, and with how small the space is your back is up against the wall.

“I’m fine Asm-Oh!” Your hands grab fistfuls of the white gauzy shirt he’s wearing as you rise up onto your toes. All thanks to him sinking two of his fingers into your core through the rip in the fabric. 

He lets out a low cheerful laugh as he curls his fingers before starting to pump them in and out of your core. “Not too loud.” Pressing his chest against your and using his lean body to press you firmly against the smooth tiles behind you. Using his free hand to tip your head back, ghosting his lips over yours. “The others aren’t far.” 

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip when he adds a third finger, pumping them faster while starting to add in a scissor action to help spread your growing slick around your core. Trying to keep your moans trapped in your throat. “Oh, are you trying to keep me from hearing your noises?” Another short laugh, and Asmo presses his palm against your clit after sinking his fingers as deep into your core as he could. “You know I love all those noises you make for me~” Cooing the words against your ear. 

You can’t keep yourself from panting with the pressure against the bundle of nerves, giving in and letting out a soft whine. “Aw, you’re always so cute when you give in to me.” Feeling him pepper your face with quick kisses. “I wish I could keep you in here all day!” Pulling his fingers from your core with a wet poke, you let out a gasp at the sudden lack of pressure. “But someone will scold me for keeping you all to myself, so we have to be quick.”

Stepping away from you just enough to reach down and loosen the flora shorts around his hips, pulling his cock out like he was revealing a prize. Stroking his fingers along his shaft and smearing the fluid from your core along his skin. You can’t help but lick your lips, spreading your legs wider when he steps closer. “You hate quickies.” Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck when he moved closer, tugging his mouth towards you for a searing kiss.

Keeping your lips parted so your tongue could press against his, humming at the sweet taste that always seems to cling to him. Your core clenches the moment his saliva lands against your taste buds, a gush of fluid pouring from deep inside your sex. Humming low in your throat as Asmo takes control of the dancing muscles in your mouth, one of his hands sliding along the outside of your thigh and lifting your leg.

Your eyes might be closed, but that doesn’t keep your eyelids from fluttering as he slides his cock inside your slick walls. There’s no keeping the noise down with the loud moan you let out, breaking from the kiss as you let the back of your head hit the tiles. 

“Aw~” Asmo sets an easy pace as he starts to mouth at the smooth column of skin along your neck. “I do hate having to rush, even more so when it’s your lovely pussy gripping me just right.” His tongue lapping at the pulse point beating along your flexing neck muscles. 

Starting to rock his hips in a way that you feel his full length glide in and out of your sex, the muscle of your stomach starting to clench as your orgasm builds. “Though, the idea of you walking around with my load dripping into an outfit I picked is enough to make me give in for once.” Connecting his lips with yours again, plunging his tongue into your mouth at a pace that matches his rock slamming inside of you. It isn’t long before your inner walls spasm, and your back arcs, pressing your chest more against his as you cum. 

Asmo takes that as his sign, his rhythm shifting so his tip is abusing a bundle of nerves deeper inside of you, and when your second orgasm follows on the heels of the first, he stills. Enjoying the way your pussy clenches around him and helps to pump his own release inside of you. Breaking the kiss to lean back and watch your face, licking his lips while his cock shows no indication of softening. 

“Asmo?” Almost whining his name as you keep your eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow. 

“Yes, Hon?” Trailing his nose along the edge of your jaw. 

“Did you plan for this suit to rip?” His joyful tittering tells you everything you need to know, just before he starts to move his hips again. 

So much for a quickie.