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elleonmybeloved · 4 years

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Well-Praised

Title: Well-Praised Author: PinkPerfume Fandom: Shall We Date? Obey me! Pairing: Asmodeus/MC Rating: Explicit Tags: Praise Kink, Fingering, Squirting, Dirty Talk Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22690375

Summary: Asmo knows his cute lover's got a praise kink and is not afraid to take advantage of that. He's the avatar of lust, so you really can't blame him for getting a little pushy with the human he loves.

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“Your moaning voice for me is so precious, ooh I just wanna eat you up. Look at you, such a good girl taking both fingers at a time.”

“Wait Asmo, th-that feels weird!” She squirmed at the sensation - she rarely touched herself there because it made her feel like she had to pee. Her trepidation earned a pleased laugh from the demon two-fingers deep inside her.

“That’s your g-spot sweetie. Feels good when I rub your little clit and grind my fingers against this spot at the same time huh~?” He crooned, cradling her even more with his body, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Ohh~h… Asmo! Asmo it feels so good.”

“Mmm you’re making a face like you’re drowning in pleasure. How cute~ I’ll make you feel even better honey.”

The cocksure expression on his face and his unrelenting stroking had her weak, eyes glassy as she curled into him, completely under his spell. Soft lewd squelching sounds whenever he moved his hands proved just how wet his praise was making her.

He began swirling the pad of his finger around her clit and her breath caught in her chest, arousal skyrocketing. Her head felt fuzzy.

“You like me teasing your naughty little nub don’t you, sweet thing? I can feel your pussy clenching on me happily. That’s so cu~te. Hey, stick your tongue out for me okay honey?”

Hazily, she opened her mouth and did so.

“Good girl.” He murmured approvingly and leaned down and promptly made out with her in a messy kiss that had her panting for air, the avatar of lust leading her in a completely debauched version of a french kiss. It should’ve been gross, but instead it was incredibly hot, and she felt the pressure building in her stomach swirling upward and managed a muffled moan of excitement at the rising pleasure.

Breaking off from her mouth, Asmo gave her a smug little smile at her state and rubbed her sensitive spot faster, ignoring her squeals of protest as he went to town on it.

“S-stop touching tha-aaat~ noo, I- I feel… weird!” She gasped out, but her hips were raising eagerly to meet his hand all on their own.

“Feel like you’re gonna cum sweetie? Don’t be scared, just relax. I’m here.” He nuzzled into her, rubbing his cheek against hers soothingly. “Never had an orgasm with anything other than your clit before huh? That’s so cute. You’re like a virgin! I’m gonna show you all the different kinds of pleasure you’re missing out on. You deserve more, everything~”

She just gritted her teeth, brain assaulted by the rapid fire pleasure that engulfed her senses.

“Asmo, something- something is c-coming…!”

“Hehe, your cries are so adorable~ don’t worry honey, it’s gonna feel great.” His words were dripping with sweetness, eyes never leaving hers for a second.

She tried to resist it -really, really not wanting to piss on a demon even if there was a high chance he’d be into that- but he just laughed, knowing what she was up to and gave her a smug smirk, knowing that she was seconds away from cumming whether she wanted to or not.

He was just that good.

“Ohhh~ fuuuuck!” She squealed out, extreme pleasure squeezing hard as she orgasmed hard, hips lifting completely off the bed, leg muscles trembling like a leaf. She vaguely felt a hot, wet sensation. “Ohmigod oh my gooood!”

She was still cumming. Unable to keep her composure, her eyes rolled back in her head and the pleasure took control of her mind.

It was several moments before she returned to her senses.

Asmo was looking at her as if admiring a piece of art he’d made, leaning his head against his hand, elbow propped up on the bed. Wearing an extremely self-satisfied expression, as if he had been the one to orgasm instead.

“I’m so proud of you honey. I just knew you had it in you to squirt~ I have an eye for that sort of thing, hehe.”

With a flail of sluggish limbs, she squawked and scrambled up to look at herself. There was a puddle underneath her glistening sex, soaking into the bed sheets and slowly turning them a few shades darker.

“Now now, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about sweetheart!” He insisted when she began to splutter apologies and cover her face with her hands. “I may look like this-” He flipped his perfectly wavy hair. “-But I can handle a little mess. In fact, if it’s you, I’d love to wreck you even more and get you even messier. You look so erotic like that, panting and drenched in girl cum~♡.”

“Oh...well. Thanks.” She murmured, still a bit embarrassed, but pleased. Recognizing the predatory look in his eyes as he made to touch her, she swallowed dryly. “H-hold on. I don’t have the stamina you guys do. I need… a-a few minutes.”

Asmo pouted but backed off. “Aww. But you’re still twitching down there~ like your cute little pussy wants more pleasure. How can I deny it?”

She laughed. “God, you demons are insatiable. And of course I had to pick the worst one. Just give me a minute you beast!”

He made an indignant noise. “Worst one? Beast? That’s simply not even close to being true sweetheart, you can’t just joke like that. It’s not funny.”

“It’s true!”

Frowning, he tugged her hips forward, parting her legs in one swift motion and leaning down to hover over her.

“Now that’s just mean. I’m gonna have to bully you back~.”

“Wait, wait! I take it back! I didn’t mean it!”

“Too late honey. I’m gonna have to get up close and personal to your core and teach you the difference between the crude fucking of a beast, and perfect - absolute- complete- lustful- seduction.” He ended in a whisper right in her ear. “I’ll grind lots of love into your deepest parts so that there’s no way you can misunderstand. Be a good girl and take it all, okay?”

#obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#asmodeus #asmodeus x mc #smut #in this house we a ho for the lust demon

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nicolette1213 · 4 years

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elleonmybeloved · 4 years

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Field Day

Title: Field Day Author: PinkPerfume Fandom: Shall We Date? Obey me! Pairing: Asmodeus/MC Rating: Teen & Up Chapter: 1/? Tags: Demon & Angel Blood AU, Demons are slightly larger than in cannon by about a foot or two each, Secret Crush, Awkward pining, Asmodeus is hoe-rny as usual, Flirting, Leading up to that explicit rating in the second chapter cause you know me Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25145122/chapters/60926767

Summary:

Once a week, the human exchange students, accompanied by the seven demon brothers as well as Lord Diavolo and a few of his subordinates make a trip to a rocky place out in the wilderness of the Devildom to conduct physical testing on the humans’ developing abilities. Mary-Catherine and her fellow once-humans aren't sure why Lord Diavolo injected them with the demon and angel blood that gave them their abilities, but participation in the testing is mandatory. But if you forget the part where they're being tested like lab rats, it feels a lot like a fun school field day! Complete with packed lunches and a friendly sense of competition.

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“I hope you’re ready to eat my dust this time. I’ve grown two inches since last week.”

“Don’t get a big head. You got dog demon blood, not speed demon. Besides, not being able to spit acid at obstacles in your way is gonna slow you down.”

“I’d really appreciate it if you stopped doing that. Just because you look a lot more like a snake now doesn’t mean you need to act like one.”

“- Demon cobra. Not just a snake.”

“I know you’re proud of that, but honestly, I’m more jealous of the girl who got hawk demon blood. You know she has wings now, right?”

“What?! They shouldn’t let her participate in the race, it’s totally not fair.”

“It’s not actually a race, you guys.”

“Just because they’re testing us doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun with it. Lord Diavolo encouraged us to be competitive.”

Excited chattering and the rumble of the vehicle’s engine made for a charged atmosphere that Mary-Catherine was enjoying listening to, leaning her head against the glass of the window to hide her amused smile at the antics. Choosing to survey the odd shapes of plants and pigmented rock passing by outside as she listened, she angled her head so that the small tightly curled horns at her forehead weren’t scraping against the glass.

Once a week, the human exchange students, accompanied by the seven demon brothers as well as Lord Diavolo and a few of his subordinates made the trip to a rocky place out in the wilderness of the Devildom to conduct physical testing on the humans’ developing abilities.

Piled into some kind of all-terrain vehicle with such ridiculous ground clearance that Mary-Catherine had needed assistance to haul herself up into it, they were shuttled to the testing site. The vehicle was huge and had several rows of seats, so everybody just called it “The Bus.” Before them on the long straight road, the Demon lord’s sleek black limo - driven by Barbatos - led the way down the path.

Turning off on the dirt path, they pulled up to the site. As the passengers - twenty-five strong, counting the brothers - filed out of the vehicle, they cordoned off into groups like a separation of oil and water.

Mary-Catherine confidently placed herself next to the people she knew best. Donte - a young man with horned-toad demon blood who she’d never seen not dressed up in attractive punk outfits that suited his dark brown curls and yellow-green striped horns perfectly. Despite all the purple dust out here, she had yet to see any of it attach itself to his outfit.

Meanwhile, both her thick cargo pants and her usual red tank top already had a few purple smudges.

To his left, Emma, a curvy young woman in all black whose sharp feline teeth glinted against her dark lipstick, and though the pair of furry black ears at the top of head twitched invitingly, you’d have to be stupid to touch them - or any part of her - without her explicit say so. Her claws were just as sharp as her eyeliner and stung quite badly.

Mary-Catherine had never heard her give anyone that say so. Only repeated threats to anybody who would listen about just exactly the kind of dark apocalypse she would continuously rain on Diavolo and the demon brothers & co. until they returned her cat Lucy to her, or vice versa.

Standing aloof with a familiar thoughtful expression to her right, a picture of elegance and maturity that M-C only hoped she’d one day achieve, was Annika. The blonde witch had a silent strength and seemed the least phased about her residency in the devildom of all the humans Mary-Catherine knew. She even stood up to Lucifer on a regular basis.

Mary had to avoid flinching like a startled lamb every time he looked in her mere direction. In her defense, she was part sheep now, and she had no reason to believe demon sheep were any braver than those in the overworld. Though as recent months had attested, they had the same urge for salt and were about 5 times faster than a regular one running at full tilt.

Once given their instructions, and oddly-shaped “evaluators” to attach to their D.D.D.s, the four of them plus a few she was less familiar with made off for the climbing ground. As usual, the groups moved around three areas in a rotation. A rock-littered circuit of road for testing speed, agility, and endurance, a level field of purple grass and several small, dead-looking trees with painted orange Xs on them that served as a combat ground for testing offensive abilities, and a large outcropping of porous green rock to test their ability to scale rough vertical terrain.

Something of a makeshift security team, the demon brothers spread out to stand their usual guard over the three groups. Considering their powers and how each demon towered at least a foot over any regular human even in their “human” forms, on their very first outing Mary-Catherine had foolishly assumed none of the other occupants of this realm would dare try to attack the group.

Grimacing as she tied up her hair and prepared to climb, she tried to blink away the image of the explosion of goop and gore and the charred remains that had been left of the few dissenting demons who’d scarcely touched her human companions before Satan had reduced them to pulp. Though unsure of how Lucifer had torched the ones who’d gone after his group, she was pretty sure she’d never get the image of their blackened skulls out of her mind.

“What’s with the long face? You’re still the reigning champion of this rock, goat-girl.”

Looking up, she recognized the self-proclaimed “cobra” guy from earlier on the bus. Despite his competitive statement, the grin on his face was friendly. His curly black hair and olive skin tone made for a vivid contrast against his vertical pupiled green eyes. She’d seen him a few times at breakfast and wasn’t certain but she thought his name was Kevin?

“Oh nothing. I was just wondering if they were going to make me lick more rocks today. Kind of reminds me of when I used to chaperone church summer camp and all the kids would collect rocks and dare each other to hold it in their mouth for twenty seconds or eat a worm.”

Mary-Catherine paused, “-But my horns alone would’ve been even more scandalous than the time one of the adults caught someone with a Harry Potter book sooo I guess it’s not really that similar!”

“Oh trust me I doubt my mamá would be happy to see what I look like now, but that doesn’t mean I would say no to a chance to become spiderman.”

“Hey, if anybody is becoming spiderman, I think it might be me.” Donte spoke up from behind them, looking incredulously at his hand which was pressed against the wall of rock. “Check this out.”

He then demonstrated how with an odd suction noise, his hands clung to the rock of their own accord. Prying them off and then repeating the motion, he got better at the detachment process with each press.

“Maybe poisonous demon frogs can stick to things?” Mary-Catherine mused. “I watched this discovery channel episode on tree frogs once that explained how their secretion of toe pad mucous-”

“-Mucous?!?” Donte scrutinized his hands in dismay, but after finding no such secretions he breathed a sigh of relief. “The only thing getting on my hands is this rock while I climb it’s ass. See you at the top!”

Pressing the start button on her evaluator, she climbed up after him, hearing Kevin start his descent as well. She’d gotten a bit of experience with this sort of outdoors stuff at previously said church-camp, but that was nowhere near her current condition, as she easily overtook both of her human companions with no regard for the steepness of her path. Back then, she’d needed a hardness and ropes. Now, she sought out each handhold instinctively like the top of the rock was calling her.

“At least I’m not bleating.” She sighed, and from below her Kevin barked out a laugh.

“I imagine it would come out sounding more like a warbled growl.” He said. “I’ve seen the pictures you know.”

“Hey- don’t go looking at a girl’s demon pictures!” A girl lower down on the rock called up to them.

Mary-Catherine blushed and hastily pulled herself up the remaining few feet of the rock and rolled to the side as she clicked stop on her evaluator.

“Not her pictures, the pictures of whatever they injected her with!” Kevin complained, but M-C could hear the mirth in his voice.

Walking over to a smoother patch of rock, she sat down to wait for the rest of them to finish their climb. Gazing at the ground far below her, she noticed Emma and Beelzebub talking next to a couple of camp-chairs.

She had noticed before that as an act of cat-less mutiny, Emma often refused to take part in the tests, but as M-C watched her speaking amicably with the demon beside her, who was eating… something round and dripping a brightly colored liquid she could make out from here, Emma gestured towards the rock several times with a wistful expression.

Rising to get a better look, Mary-Catherine began absent mindedly stretching, catching her ankle and bending her leg with a gentle pull.

It was a bit too far for her to make out exactly what they were saying - though some of her genetically enhanced fellow humans probably could - but M-C imagined that Emma was saying something along the lines of how much she wanted to climb the ‘actual shit outta that rock’ but wouldn’t budge an inch until they gave her back her precious Lucy. Beel seemed to nod sympathetically and despite not halting in his eating process, continue the conversation.

And then he moved to grab another of whatever it was he was eating, revealing the other demon who had come to watch over the climbing group. Having used the absolute swole unit of his demon brother’s body to provide him with shade, the Avatar of Lust reclined elegantly in - well it wasn’t really a camping chair, but it looked like it could be collapsed and relocated - his seat, meticulously painting his nails.

Freezing awkwardly midstretch, both arms clasped high above her head, she was for the hundredth? thousandth? time struck by just how gorgeous of a man Asmodeus was. Not a man, she reminded herself, a demon. Good Lord in Heaven, those arms… he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows to avoid getting nail polish on his shirt, and it exposed the beautiful lean muscle of his forearms. Burnt amber eyes focused intensely on his handiwork, his pale perfectly shaped lips pursed in concentration… he had an angular face that made him look like both like the dangerous being he was, and a sculpture of an angel at the same time.

As if aware he was being ogled, he paused his preening and turned his head, looking up her way at the top of the rock. Panicking, she hastily looked elsewhere, pretending to continue her stretches as if she hadn’t been meaning to glance in his direction…

Nothing to see here!

Soon the others joined her at the top of the rock, and with the protection of anonymity, Mary-Catherine risked another gaze his way.

Oh good, he’s back to working on his nails.

Getting caught looking at people was so awkward, hopefully he hadn’t thought anything of what he saw of her brief gaze. She was pretty sure she was safe, it was unlikely he was that interested in any measly humans anyways.

“So what was your score?”

Mary-Catherine spooked so hard she jumped, turning to give Kevin a wounded look.

“You’re a jumpy one, huh? Must be those prey instincts. Well, what was it?”

“A minute and forty three seconds.” Mary-Catherine said, wondering what kind of predator hunted sheep demons. Probably had lots of teeth.

“Guess I just need to be a minute and fifteen seconds faster next time.”

“I’m sure you can do it.” She said, giving him an encouraging smile. “If they ever decide to hand out a prize, you’ve got it in the bag.”

“Now there’s an idea.” Donte piped up, moving into step beside them as the group began to descend the smooth sloped side of the rock. “I already know what I want as a prize.”

“What do you want?” She couldn’t really think of anything a demon would have to give as a good present. She’d seen their food. And the mall. They had weird taste.

“Not telling.” Donte said in a cheeky tone that even she could read as being… salacious in nature. Annika gave him one of her disapproving mother looks and it just made him sprout a mischievous little grin.

“I’ve had my eye on a spellbook in Satan’s library I would very much like to have.” Annika said, as if trying to steer the conversation off the downhill path it was otherwise going. It was a good thing Emma wasn’t here or that’d be a moot effort.

“Uhhh, boring!” Kevin crossed his arms. “Come on guys, we’re practically in hell. I want a weapon or something with strong dark magic powers.”

One of the other girls agreed with him, and began a very enthusiastic conversation about swords and axes and other sharp pointy things. Mary-Catherine considered the question herself for a few moments, but the only thing she could think of was for Lucifer to give her her Bible back. He’d taken it away a couple weeks ago after she’d done something he hadn’t approved of and used it as an excuse to confiscate the book. She wasn’t even sure how he’d known she had it, but maybe he’d been under the false impression that she was religious?

Normally she wouldn’t have been upset about such a thing, but even though she was no longer the good devout Catholic girl her parents had raised her to be, her grandmother had given her that Bible. They’d been quite close before she passed away five years ago to lung cancer. She was much too terrified of the fallen angel to even try to get it back though. Regardless, as far as prizes go that was a bit more personal than she was comfortable with sharing.

“I think a week off school would be nice!” She said instead, and was met with a resounding murmur of agreement from the crowd.

“How about a whole month?”

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Under the protection of Belphegor and Leviathan this time, Mary-Catherine and her group took turns sprinting on the track. Unsurprisingly, Kevin’s dog demon-blooded friend blew all competition out the water. Once that guy got started he was like Usain Bolt on steroids. Though she put in the effort expected of her to avoid getting chided, M-C didn’t bother to run full tilt. She didn’t really like this part anyways. It was the most like a test, grueling and repetitive instead of fun, and reminded her of how she was here against her will.

She was grateful when they broke for lunch, gathering around a few hastily erected plastic tables. Taking the brown bag and two water bottles, she found a somewhat shady spot to sit under a scary looking tree and redid her sagging ponytail, lamenting the state of her side braid. She downed a whole bottle of water before getting into her food.

It was kind of funny, it was the same typical sandwich chips and apple combo she was used to on outdoor events like these, but the meat was purple and the lettuce that poked out at the sides was bright red. The fruit looked like an apple, but tasted like an orange and was the color of a banana.

She’d learned to just trust Lord Diavolo to know what humans could eat, and didn’t ask what everything was anymore. One of the transfer students had been curious at breakfast and as a result she had become aware of the fact that on several occasions she had ingested eggs from a reptilian demon species called an angiphore which looked like a cross between a platypus and one of those monstrous looking fish that lived really deep in the ocean.

The thought made her choke on her mouthful of water and most of it escaped out her lips down her throat to soak into the fabric of her top above her breast.

“Oh, gosh darn it.” Of course she had nothing to dab at it with. Well, at least the cool water felt kind of nice dripping down her neck, as hot as she was after such rigorous exercise.

“Oh my, looks like someone overestimated how much they could swallow~”

Mary-Catherine scarcely had time to process that someone had managed to approach her so silently before, bending elegantly at the waist, Asmodeus himself was already pressing a handkerchief against her neck with a chiding tut.

At her stiff reaction, he smiled, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of sweetie, you’re not the first one to do such a thing.”

Mary-Catherine flushed and searched for a sufficiently indignant reply, realizing he was making fun of her. But before she could come up with something, he moved in closer, dragging the cloth against her bottom lip. It was such a shamelessly demanding motion, silencing her with ease.

“You must’ve been thirsty, poor thing.” He crooned, and M-C decided to swallow her pride and just enjoy the opportunity to get such a close up look at his gorgeous face. At this angle, she could see how long his strawberry-blonde eyelashes were as they brushed the smooth, immaculate skin of his cheeks.

“It’s… pretty hot.” The words were already on her mind, so unfortunately that’s what came out of her mouth instead of denying such an obvious trap.

It was worth it for the delighted, full-teeth grin he made. “I agree.”

His fingers skirted the hem of her tank top, and with a gentle pluck, he lifted the fabric to dab a few times at the wet top of her breast. But instead of lingering, with a simple wink, he retracted the handkerchief and stood up before she could even begin freaking out about it.

“Thanks.” She said when her brain caught up, as he started to leave.

“Any time, honey.~” He replied without turning back, and was soon out of sight.

Mary-Catherine gave a dry swallow and reached for her water bottle.

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The rest of the afternoon proved uneventful. Oviumalum, or the certain species of demon sheep blood she’d been injected with, apparently had the ability to rapidly elongate and thrust out their 4 sets of horns in front of them like some kind of projectile impaler. Their horns were also a key ingredient in a certain type of hallucinogenic drug, when ground to a powder.

The meager set of horns on Mary-Catherine’s forehead was sharp, and made of the same components, but so far showed no signs of developing any projectile abilities. As such, she simply had to hold still while they took a sample of her horns, ears, and tail and then was free to sit on the sidelines for most of the hour.

Lucifer had handed her a textbook about the properties of various demonic plants and encouraged her to study during the downtime.

“Like many here, you would do well to improve your academics. Here.” He’d said in that aloof tone, like she was some filthy human bug under his boot.

“Oh…” She’d said. “Well, actually, that’s-”

“You’re welcome.” He’d cut off her attempt to decline with a glare. “I hope I see an improvement in your grade reports soon.”

Mary-Catherine couldn’t help but shut up after that and bitterly open the book in obedience. His crimson stare, like the blood she was sure he was not hesitant to shed, was just too frightening. But, more interested in watching the increasingly bizarre developing abilities of her fellow humans, she’d just skimmed the pages and pretended to read.

Beside Lord Diavolo’s delight at Donte’s newfound ability, nothing else of note happened. It was amusing to watch Emma claw several inch deep scores into a variety of materials she’d never assume could even be scratched, so that’s what she’d done until they’d blown their whistle to announce that it was time to return to the House of Lamentation.

Now, she was trailing after the gaggle of tired, test-tried students, thinking about whether she was going to bathe, sleep, or eat first when they got home.

“Heeyyy, M-C!”

Looking up from where she’d been zoning out staring at her D.D.D, she glanced around. Had somebody called her name?

“Mary-Catheriiiine!!” A girl was jogging towards her, waving a hand to get her attention. It took her a moment, since it wasn’t someone she was very familiar with, but she connected the face to a name before the girl reached her.

“Yes? - Um, Hoya, right?”

“Yeah.” The girl said, smiling with a - ah. Shark demon blood. - large set of teeth. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course! What is it?”

“I lost my ring up on the rocks.” Hoya said, pointing to the climbing wall. “I can see where it is but I can’t reach it myself. Can you get it for me?”

“Sure!” May-Catherine chirped, but then bit her lip. “Uh, did you tell Lucifer? It’s time to go and I’ll be fast but we’re going to make them wait…”

“Don’t worry, I told him. He said it’s fine as long as I hurry.”

“Oh. Okay!” M-C said, but couldn’t help squinting a little skeptically.

“...He said they’re leaving in ten minutes with or without us.” Hoya admitted. “But it won’t take us that long!”

Mary-Catherine was already moving. “Oh gosh, well I hope you didn’t mention my name…”

Hoya jogged next to her, long smooth grey tail wagging oddly like a dog. “Uh, I did. Sorry!"

Mary-Catherine groaned and high-tailed it to the rock.

#obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#asmodeus #asmodeus x mc

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glitterbling12 · 10 years

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nicolette1213 · 4 years

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elleonmybeloved · 4 years

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The Sound of His Voice

Title: The Sound of His Voice Author: PinkPerfume Fandom: Amnesia Pairing: Heroine/Kent Rating: Explicit Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22529239

Summary: During a call with Kent while he's studying abroad in England, Hera starts thinking about how badly she wishes the body pillow she's hugging was him, and gets a little carried away. She can't help it, she misses him... and the sound of his voice does things to her.

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Sprawled out on the bed in her favorite set of summer pyjamas - a simple light cream colored night dress decorated with clovers - a young woman was hugging a large black body pillow while talking on the phone.

In order to hug her pillow with both hands, she’d set the mode to speaker and would occasionally shift positions every few minutes according to the mood of the conversation. A deep male voice could be heard on the other side of the call, steady and eloquent.

“-should the research be accepted for the collection, fifteen percent of the royalties upon each sale will be issued to myself and the other contributors. I am certain it will do quite well, due to the fact that there’s a limited supply of such texts already existing in academia, and we’ve already been reached out to by several interested colleges looking to purchase the materials for their mathematical theory classes.”

“Wow, that’s great news Kent! You’ll still remember me when you’re all rich and famous, won’t you?”

“Huh? Don’t tell me you mean to suggest I would abandon you as a result of my success, Hera. That is completely illogical. Part of my decision to go through with an entire year apart was due to the fact that it would increase my financial capability to support us during a more serious future relationship. Of course I would never abandon you.”

“...I think you missed the joke, but thank you. I’m really flattered to hear that.”

“Hmm. I thought I had already communicated clearly the seriousness of my feelings for you. Did the way I presented it to you somehow cause you to misunderstand my intentions?”

“No no, silly, you’re fine, I was just teasing. I’m really proud of you, and I’m glad you’re getting to chase your dream. It’s cute how flustered you get sometimes.” Hera twirled a strand of hair around her finger. It had grown a lot in nine months- almost past her breasts in length now.

Through the phone, Kent made a sound like clearing his throat.

“Anyways, I have some other news you may be interested in.”

“Oh?”

“My parents received word of my success with the pending publishing and notified me that they wished to reward me with a present. It was somewhat odd, as they haven’t done such a thing before that often, though I am not ungrateful, certainly. I tried to refuse it at first, but they’ve insisted…”

“... Well? What is it?”

“They told me it’s a kind of present they will be able to give me when I return to Japan.”

“Oh my god, you’re killing me. Why tell me about it if you aren’t going to tell me what it is!” At the sound of Kent’s chuckling at her impatience, Hera scoffed, smacking the pillow with one hand. “Come on~ tell me!”

“A friend of the family is moving overseas in a hurry and weren’t able to sell their car, so they’ve offered it to my parents. My parents have no need of it, so they’ve decided to give it to me when I get back.”

Hera was suddenly bombarded with several enticing mental images: Kent’s large hands gripping the steering wheel (yummy), Kent leaning out the window to call out to her while picking her up from work, herself in the passenger seat, their hands conjoined in her lap, him slapping away her wandering hand during a red light and admonishing her with “safety concerns” while sporting a hard on…

“That is good news. I’ve always had the dream of getting a car, but after I ran out of proper birthdays I got the message my parents were never going to do it. And then once I could legally support myself they took off and well, that was the end of that dream.” Suddenly she was curious.

“What kind of car is it? Do you have any pictures?”

“Yes. The car is a green 2016 model Ford Flex. It has an optional EcoBoost twin-turbo V6 engine, 365 horsepower, and four-wheel drive, which is optimal for road safety.”

Hera wasn’t about to pretend like she understood anything other than the part where he said it was green, and a Ford. There was a clicking sound, and then her phone beeped as he sent her the pictures over line.

“Ooooh. Looks clean. And expensive, lucky. I can totally imagine you driving this.” Hera let out a wistful sigh as she scrolled through the photos. She could totally imagine herself, riding in the passenger seat with him in this.

“What’s wrong.”

Leave it to Kent to immediately pick up on her change in tone. He’d been so bad at reading emotions when they’d first met, but now he was proficient at reading her even when she wasn’t there. She hadn’t been that upset about it, but something about the way he asked had her throat swelling up. She wrapped her arms around the body pillow and squeezed, imagining it was Kent.

“It’s nothing really.” She said quietly. “...I just miss you, that’s all.”

Kent was silent for a few moments.

“I miss you as well. When I return in three months, it is unlikely that we will need to be separated again for so long in the future, as our plans would be coordinated in such a way that would involve staying together as one of the major priorities.”

“You shouldn’t tempt me, I’ll get too clingy and turn you off.” Hera jokingly warned. It was already very likely that she was gonna be stuck to his side like glue once he got back, and she wasn’t sure how far his patience would extend for constant touching. She had already held his hand every chance she got when he had been here.

“I may have previously considered physical contact to be unnecessary, but I’ve since revised my stance on it after my experience with our relationship. I’ve come to a greater understanding about the purpose of such things, so I would be willing to tolerate more skinship if that interests you. I enjoy the feeling of your touch.”

“I enjoy the feeling of your touch too. Wish I could feel it right now, instead of this body pillow I’m hugging as your replacement.” That had Hera imagining it really was Kent. An idea had excitement shooting through her body, and she slowly began easing her panties off, trying not to make a sound.

Delicately kicking it off from around her ankles, she carefully maneuvered herself atop the pillow, squeezing it together with her thighs to make it more stiff from being bunched together.

Kent began talking about something else now, but she was only half listening.

Hera angled herself forward so that the pillow pressed against her bare clit and vagina, and began pushing her hips against it, imagining it was Kent’s erection she was grinding herself on.

Remembering the sensation of her bare clit sliding wetly along the velvety skin of his dick had her stomach going tight with arousal, and she gripped a handful of the pillow to thrust herself against it harder.

The responding pressure on her swelling nub was addicting. Letting the sound of his smooth voice fill her mind, she imagined him telling her she was cute grinding on his dick and that he wanted her to cum for him like a good girl.

Hera’s hips jerked at the dirty thought, and her mouth hung open in pleasure as her mind raced forward with the fantasy. He’d chide her for getting him wet and give her a punishing smack on the ass but stroke her head in encouragement and she’d grind down harder.

Wetness seeped into the pillow. She’d have to wash it later, but right now that was the furthest thing from Hera’s mind. The scene had changed now - Kent pounding away at her from behind, each thrust pushing deep inside as he circled her clit with two fingers. When she’d get close, he’d take them away and push them in her mouth, telling her to cum correctly with her vagina or not at all.

It had been a while since she’d heard him angry, but she could still remember the barely restrained fire in his tone when he was mad. She imagined it now, his harsh, impatient tone. She preferred his kind, sweet side normally, but the idea of him sexually bullying her was so incredibly fucking arousing her vagina squeezed and a low moan escaped her throat.

“Keeent~ ♡”

“Hera? What’s wrong? I can hear noises that suggest you are moving around instead of listening to me, what are you doing?”

He sounded irritated. Her excitement skyrocketed and she desperately humped the pillow chasing her release, letting her moans out uninhibited now that she was already caught.

“Nngh, nothing! Mmh, mmm ahn~ ♡”

There was a clattering noise from the other side, as if he’d dropped the phone.

Hera was almost there, both hands gripping the pillow so tight her knuckles were white, the bed creaking with every enthusiastic thrust of her hips. Her face was going red from the effort. Hera imagined kissing Kent while being rubbed hard, with his large hands - like his frame, he had large hands and feet. He was good at keeping up constant pressure while going fast, swirling his fingers in a way that made her pleasure rapidly swell. He’d mentioned something Kent-like once about being able to type 80 words per minute, and that her clitoris was quite an easy button to press.

“Ohhh fuck!” Her voice was breathy and high. The pleasure was buzzing in her head, making her feel almost dizzy. It felt good, but at the same time, she didn’t like it.

“Hera…” His voice was deep and raspy. There was a faint squelching sound coming from the phone.

“I want your fingers so bad.” She choked, wishing he was here, high on arousal but getting emotional about cumming without him. Hera’s favorite way to come was while kissing him, it made it feel like he was surrounding her with his warmth and protecting her while she let go.

“Mmmh, hah, I - wanna- kiss you.” It was a sad whine, sweat beading on the back of her neck as she gritted her teeth and tried to hump the pillow harder. “Where are you?”

Her breath was coming in short, uncomfortable gasps, a constricting lump of out-of-control emotion forming in her throat.

“Hera stop.”

He’d raised his voice and the insistence in his tone shocked her into going still.

“Would you raise the phone up to your ear?”

Numbly, she fumbled for it and did so.

“Good. I can hear that you did what I told you. Now listen. It is true that I cannot be there with you right now but I will be soon, and after that I promise you that once I’ve returned to you I will take care of whatever is necessary to make sure I won’t have to leave your side again in the future. You can trust me on this subject, you know from experience I don’t break my promises.”

“Okay.” Something aching within her eased. He might be insensitive at times, but he’d always acted in her best interests and when he said he’d do something, or be somewhere, he always was. "Sorry about that - I'm good now."

“You have nothing to apologize for. ...I don’t have any objections to you resuming your previous activities. But this time I’d prefer it if you kept the phone close to you. It will be more effective to communicate that way.”

"You just wanna hear how wet it is." She teased, biting her lips at the dirtiness of him being able to hear every squelch and embarrassing sound she made.

It wasn’t hard to get herself back to where she’d been, hips trembling as she lewdly grinded her clit on the wet spot of her pillow. The unexpected edging had her hornier than before, along with the added embarrassment of Kent being able to hear all of her shameful sounds close up.

There was a low chuckle from the other side.

“You’re getting excited, aren’t you Hera? I can hear how rapidly you’re breathing. Tell me, is it the sound of my voice you’re reacting to, or your memories of our previous intimacies that are having such an effect on you?”

“Both!” She gasped, remembering the time he had pushed her hips down to grind against his thigh and kissed her until she came that way, how he’d watched her face and body and used what he’d logically deduced from it to guide him. At the rate she was going right now, her hips were going to ache after this, but the orgasm would be totally worth it.

Hera could tell it was a powerful one even now, a swell of pleasure rapidly rising up in her chest.

“Oh shit- Kent I’m gonna- ohh fuck- yes-yeees ♡~!” Her voice cut off in a strangled gasp and she clenched the pillow in a death grip as she came, stomach tight and leg muscles straining. Her mouth was open in a silent ‘o’ as she rode out the moment of intense pleasure. Her mind completely hazed out.

When her core relaxed and the post-orgasm liquid feeling of relief filled her with satisfaction, she closed her eyes contentedly to savor it. But her satisfaction didn’t last long, as she opened her eyes to find herself alone, instead of in the arms of her man.

“It seems like you came.” His voice was clearer than earlier.

Hera blushed - that was rather direct, and Kent usually said climax instead of something embarrassing like “cum,” and in general used full terms to discuss sexual anatomy instead of colloquial nicknames. It was hot to hear him say it like that, and maybe he knew that.

“What? Nooo~.” She might be direct sometimes, but she was still a maiden. Hera wouldn’t admit to something like that so easily.

“Oh?” For some reason she could hear it when he raised his eyebrow. “I have strong evidence to claim the contrary. Do you really think you have a strong enough basis to refute it?”

“Mhmm!”

“Is that so? Are you denying that you cried out several expletives, including my name, as a result of feeling good?”

“It’s just your imagination.” She insisted, having fun with this little game.

“I see. Without moving or changing anything, take a picture of yourself right now and send it to me. After all, we need to analyze the situation according to concrete evidence, since my memory and hearing abilities are coming into question.”

Kent was asking for nudes? This was a first, but one she’d happily comply with. Maybe she’d even get some in return…

Hera compliantly held up the phone and took several pictures from multiple angles, making sure to showcase her red face - eyelids drooped like they had been when she came, her bare chest - especially the small hard nipples, and several closeups of herself from the waist down straddling the pillow visibly stained with a large puddle of girl-cum.

With a smug smile, she sent them off.

“Sent~!”

After several moments, she was about to ask if he’d seen them, but suddenly he spoke up.

“Are your blinds closed?”

“Uh, my blinds? Yeah.”

“Good.”

Hera laughed. It kind of reminded her of that time at the pool when he’d wanted to keep the sight of her in her bikini all to himself. But in this case, she was no voyeur, and ever since her scare with that Ukyo guy, she’d always been cautious with making sure all her doors and windows were locked and other stuff like that.

“Hey, what happened to detective Kent mode? Aren’t you gonna prove that I came?”

“Hmm. There’s clearly no need to do so. Both you and I have seen these photos. They are more than sufficient evidence. There’s simply no logical argument you could pose that would be successful at all.” He cleared his throat. “Anyways, I am glad you were able to hmm, relax. You should get some res-”

“Don’t I get any?”

“Get any? Get any what?”

“Pictures.”

“Ah. Indeed, it would be a fair reciprocation. Remind me next time.”

Sad, no nudes for her. That was probably for the best though. Just the thought of him sweating, shirtless with one hand gripping his cock and pumping it to the sounds of her pleasure had her getting hot around the collar. Next time , he’d said. Maybe she could convince him to webcam...

“In any case, you should get some rest now. Your efficiency at work is negatively affected when you’re sleep deprived.”

“Okay. I can’t argue with that logic… goodnight, Kent.”

“Good night.”

Hera sighed as the phone clicked, signalling that he had hung up.

Rolling off the soiled pillow, she slumped against her bed and typed up a text.

I love you.

His response was almost immediate, which had her thinking hopefully he had been about to send her the same thing.

I love you too. Sleep well.

Grinning and hugging her phone to her chest, she hauled herself up and got off the bed. Time to clean up her love mess and hopefully dream a version where she and him were together.

#amnesia #amnesia kent #heroine x kent #smut #i felt like this picture was appropriate for reasons you can probably guess :3c #also im super bummed tumblr won't post my stuff in the tag for some reason so nobody is seeing these rip

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