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It wasn’t rare for you to receive gifts from the demon brothers. Each had a different way of giving you gifts, however. It took you a bit to figure them out, but after a while it became endearing. Belphie’s gifts were usually naps, or maybe a pillow or inviting you to stay the night at his room. Beel’s were going out to eat or eating together. Sometimes he’d even give you food, which was extra special to you. Asmo would buy you trendy clothes or invite you to try out some new skin or hair care products. Satan would invite you to read books with him, or watch a drama, or take you out to a library. Levi would invite you to play games or watch anime, while Mammon would drag you along and cause trouble with you. Lucifer’s gifts were a bit more subtle- things like texting you out of the blue or giving you a short call here or there. You treasured each gift you got from them.
So when you got a package from Majolish without ever ordering anything, you knew right away it was from Asmo. You knew he wasn’t patient so you opened it right away, pulling out a hoodie that was surely going to be too big on you. It was pink and extra cute. You scoffed, shaking your head. You pulled open your drawer, searching through it. You found what you were looking for and immediately changed into it.
Your phone went off moments later, the screen displaying a message from Asmo.
> Has it arrived?
> I ordered it for you through Majolish’s website.
A hoodie? <
> Yes! I thought it was cute, so I got an extra large one!
You smiled at this. The hoodie was definitely too large on you. It went down just past your butt. You honestly liked that it was big though, it felt very safe.
Thank you. I really like it!! It looks super awesome <
You smiled as the text bubbles appeared, indicating that he was typing. Honestly, you hadn’t always gotten along with Asmo. Your first impression of him was that he was narcissistic and annoying and arrogant. It pissed you off, honestly. But after getting to know him a few months, you knew that he was much more than that. He cared in his own way. You honestly genuinely enjoyed his company now.
> I’d like a picture later, please!!!
You scoffed at his answer, knowing this was coming. At the very least he refrained from flirting with you. It was a lot harder to pretend you didn’t have a crush on him when he was like that.
Maybe this time you could flirt before he got the idea too? You chewed on your lower lip, contemplating your choices. Coming to a decision, you slipped off the shorts and fixed the hoodie so it covered just enough of your thighs to not reveal anything, yet still be a bit flirtatious. You positioned the camera to catch the full view of the hoodie. Covering your mouth with your hand that was hidden by the sleeve of the hoodie, you positioned the camera to cut off your eyes yet get a full view of how the sweatshirt looked on your body.
After taking the selfie, you stared at it for a long while. Things like you don’t look good enough or he’d never want to see you like this echoed through your mind before you ended up forcing yourself to click send. You chucked your phone to the other side of the bed and hid your face in your pillow. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. This was undoubtedly the worst decision you’d ever made. Your phone dinged moments later, and you scrambled to look at Asmo’s response.
> Wow!!! It looks absolutely gorgeous on you, I’m jealous! You’re the only one who’d ever be able to pull it off that well
> Besides me, of course!
The text bubbles stopped. Was that all? You’d expected a more flirtatious response than that. Sighing in disappointment, you set your phone down and stared at the wall. You never were very good at flirting. He probably just thought it was an okay picture of an average person. You jumped in surprise when your phone dinged once more. You opened up another message Asmo sent you.
> As good as it looks on you, I think it would look much better if you were in my bed.
Your cheeks suddenly felt on fire, they were so hot. Your heart squeezed for a moment Was this flirting? Were you reading that right? Your hands trembled as you slowly typed out a response. Was it okay to flirt back? Was a little bit of a risky response okay in this situation? The thrill of trying to figure it all out made your heart jump into your throat. Your thumb hovered over the send button as you read the response you’d written out. Was it good enough? Probably not. But you pressed send anyway. You could always pretend it never happened later, or that it was a joke.
I’d rather be in your bed than my own while wearing this sweatshirt <
You cringed a bit. It sounded so lame now that you sent the text. He probably wouldn’t respond, laughing at your stupid attempt of flirting. You shut off your phone and buried your face in your pillow. You’re never going to be able to show your face again. This was so stupid, there’s no way Asmo would ever accept that as flirting. He probably finds you annoying now and never want’s to talk to you or associate with you again. This was it, it’s all over now.
Your phone went off once, twice, three times before you silenced it. You couldn’t bear to look at Asmo’s replies. Moments, later, your door slammed open, causing you to jump in surprise. Asmo was at your door, walking in, shutting it behind him. Your throat closed as your cheeks flared up in embarrassment, realizing you still didn’t have pants on. You let out a squeak, trying to hide your body under your covers before he could see.
“Darling, you really expected me to see those messages and not come?” Asmo said as he closed the door behind him.
“We-well, I wasn’t expecting that!” you defended, crossing your arms and hoping he wouldn’t notice how embarrassed you truly were.
“You shouldn’t have ignored me. I knew that hoodie would look amazing on you, and then you tempt me with a wonderful picture. There’s only so much I can endure, sweetheart,” He approached the bed, sitting down on the edge.
Your heart thumped in your chest rapidly as he came closer. You weren’t sure your heart could handle it, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Asmo tilted his head, meeting your eyes with a piercing gaze, “Would you like me to show you?”
You licked your lips, taking in a deep breath. You weren’t sure how to respond to this. It was almost too much for you. But you met his eyes and somehow found the confidence to answer, “Yes.”
The grin on Asmo’s face was almost predatory. You froze like a deer in headlights. Somehow, though, you weren’t afraid. You assumed you were going to enjoy these next few hours.