𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒆𝒂

Asmodeus | F

You stare at your phone, a certain emptiness pooling in the bottom of your stomach as you stare at Asmo's contact. You longed to see him every since you returned to the human world. It was only a few months, but it felt like a few lifetimes. "I want to see you, Asmo." You say before tossing your phone to the side and pressing your face into one of the many throw pillows that littered the couch.

Your mind was swimming with all the wonderful times you two had together and you felt yourself beginning to tear up. A knock against your front door caught you off guard, causing you to sit up suddenly. Your emotions from before were completely forgotten when you open the door to the Avatar of Lust. "Asmo? Why are you here?"

"You wanted to see me," Asmo says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. That's right, you think and immediately pull him into a hug. The pact.

You pull him inside the house and his chest vibrates with the laugh you missed so much. "I fucking missed you," you say into his shirt before pulling away. "How have you been? Would you like something to drink? Tea? Water? Co-" Pulling you towards him, Asmo presses his lips against yours to stop your rambling. "I missed you too, (F/n)."

His hand was against your cheek and you leaned into his touch. "Is everything alright, (F/n)-chan? You seem upset." You sit on the couch and he sits next to you, allowing you to lean against his side. "I was before you got here," you clarify and he giggles playfully.

"You're so cute, (F/n). You truly give me a run for my money." He pulls you onto his lap so you could face him and a smile rested itself on his pretty, pink lips. His hands fall to your butt and he pulls you closer, his lips tease yours before giving them a soft kiss.

You hum in delight, placing your hands on his shoulders to deepen the kiss.

"I- missed- you- so-," you say in between kisses and quiet giggles leave him, "much."

"So you've said, but I can't say I blame you, darling. Who wouldn't miss me?" You place a hard kiss against his smug face, peppering his rosy cheeks in sweet kisses.

"You're so beautiful like this," Asmo holds your waist with a firm grip, trailing his hands beneath your shirt and kissing the underside of your jaw. You let out a delighted hum and he moves further down to mark the collarbone.

He pulls away and smiles at the newly bruised skin. 

"Let's catch up," he says, giggling.