𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑻𝑯 18+

Asmodous | F

𝙾𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝙼𝚎
✰ Pretty Boy
Contains; pegging, bratty! Asmo, begging, slight degrading, Dom! Reader

𝚏𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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"(F/n)-chan~!" The avatar of lust whines and rests his head on your thighs. The other demons were out, surprisingly leaving you alone with Asmo, but you couldn't complain, you enjoyed his company. Sometimes.

Asmo's back was against your legs as he sits on the floor, his eyes staring up at you. You were sitting on the couch in his room since he insisted you come over. "Play with me, I'm bored." He pouts when you continue to scroll through your phone. You were looking at 'nsfw' content and you ended up on the submissive side.

They talked about how their dom punished them whenever they were bratty. Turns out they do it purposely just to get their dom riled up so they can have themselves turn into a blubbering mess when they receive punishment.

You weren't ever like that with Asmo, he gave you enough attention to last a demon's lifetime. Asmo on the other hand was a different story. He would do everything he could to have you rail him until he cried. So far, you haven't given in.

"What are you even looking at?" Asmo gets up to straddle your lap and tosses your phone to the side so he can pin your arms to the back of the couch. He brings his lips close to your ear. "Play with me," he whimpers and grinds himself against you, "please." he kisses your lips softly. "Please." He kisses you again. "Please- please- please." With every plead, the kisses become needier.

You pull his bottom lip between your teeth and he moans loudly. Something strange boiled inside of you. It was a completely different feeling from anything you've experienced.

You decide to play his little game.

You grab his hands, intertwining your fingers. Using the weight of your body, you pin him against the couch, never breaking the kiss. Asmo's eyes widen at the sudden dominance. "(F/n)?" His heart beats against his chest quickly when he notices the look in your eyes.

"You wanted me to play with you," you explain, your hand slips under his shirt, pressing the pads of your fingers into his skin, "right?"

You kiss him passionately and you could already tell he was excited by the erection he was sporting. "Do you have a strap-on?" You knew he did.

He moves away from you, an exciting blush across his cheeks as he pulls a box from his closet. Asmo returns with the pink toy and eyes fall on your naked body.

"You look so much better like this," he compliments and moves to touch you, but you tug him to the bed before pushing his body down. An obvious excitement swirls behind his eyes as you strap the toy to yourself and he quickly gets rid of his bottoms.

Asmo hands you a small bottle of lube, a grin on his face as he does so. You allow the cold liquid to drip down from your fingers and onto his ass. "How many can you take?" You question, tracing his skin with the tips of your fingers.

"As many as you're willing to put inside of me." You didn't expect any less from him.

You give him a small smile before using two of your fingers to stretch his hole and a surprisingly quiet moan leaves his lips. "More," he says and he forms a fist around his erection, but you shake your head.

"I'm in control here, Asmodous," the use of his full name sends a shiver down his spine and he nods obediently, "I'll give you what I think you need." Your fingers move in a scissoring motion quickly. Asmo was pumping himself slowly, matching the thrusts of your fingers, but you swat away his hand with your free one as you give him a quick glare.

You pull your fingers out of him and he practically whines at the loss. The whine turns into a loud, dramatic moan as you shove the toy inside of him, quickly. "You're so filthy, Asmo." You say the words drip from your tongue like poison. "So, so dirty."

His cheeks turn pink and he gives you an innocent grin. It would've been convincing if he hadn't been in such a lewd position with his dick standing tall, begging to be touched.

With each harsh and slow thrust, Asmo's moans become louder. It seemed he loved this new side of you, but he still craved more of your touch. "Touch me, please." You couldn't ignore such a pretty plea. Wrapping your hand around his needy dick, you pump it in time with your thrusts.

Asmo laid there, taking in the pleasure you were giving him. The snap of your hips that perfectly hit his prostate, the pumps of your hand around his throbbing erection, and the sweet praises that left your lips.

He could feel his orgasm quickly build up and his legs shake slightly. His dick twitches in your hand and you give him a smile. "Already close, Asmo?"

He nods, answering in pleasured moans and hums.

"Good, cum for me, pretty boy." Letting out an exaggerated moan, he finally cums. It coats your hand and the rest lands on his stomach. You pull out of him and give him a sweet kiss. "You're so beautiful and did so well," you praise with a smile.

You begin to get off the bed, but he tugs you to where you're laying on your back. "I'd like to give you a thank you present."