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Asmo Made Me Wear It

Summary:(It’s hard to hold yourself back when you discover your
boyfriend wearing a thong.)

"S-satan, what the hell,” you burst out laughing after discovering the thong wrapping around Satan’s hips after he lifted his arms and so the shirt which was previously hiding the secret.

The demon instantly pulls his shirt back down, slowly turning his head to you with deep red cheeks.

“You didn’t see that.”

“Oh, hell yeah, I did, baby,” you laugh while getting up from Satan’s bed, leaving your book on his nightstand before making your way over to him, “mind telling me why you’re wearing that? Any special occasion I missed?”

Satan tries pushing your hands away as they wrap around his waist, your crotch grinding against his ass.

“A-Asmo made me wear it,” he presses out, his eyes closing while trying to stay composed, determined to keep you from seeing the thong fully.

“Oh, Asmo, huh… remind me to thank him later.”

Satan whimpers through gritted teeth as your lips begin trailing over his neck, your hands slipping from his tight grip to finally trace the outline of the tanga cutting into the soft flesh of his hips.

“N-no, mc-” before Satan could finish his protest, you pulled the low-waist jeans from his hips, exposing the piece of lingerie fully. It’s deep red silk, twining over his thin hips to disappear between his round cheeks. The thong makes his ass look more peachy than usual, irresistible to your desires. A piece only Asmo is capable of choosing.

You put your hand on his shoulder, slightly bending him forward. Satan has to support himself on the bookshelf before him as your hand gropes his ass, the silence on his lips replaced with a yelp when you slap his cheek roughly.

“Take your shirt off and get on the bed, kitten.”

Satan complies wordlessly, quickly getting rid of the jeans that were still hanging around his calves while stumbling through some book-towers before settling on his rough mattress, shirtless. Your tone made his cock twitch in the embarrassingly revealing tanga, though he doesn’t even want to admit that to himself.

“On your hands and knees,” you correct his position, smirking as he quickly follows your order, eyes avoiding you.

You follow him, your fingers tingling in anticipation as you settle behind the demon, getting a perfect view of his lingerie. Satan hisses as you put a finger under the string and pull on it teasingly, his hips following your pull, trying to lessen the pressure.

“You’re such a cutie, even in this position, Satan,” you mumble as your hand leaves the thong and instead pushes against his inner thighs, making the demon spread his legs a little wider. Your boyfriend’s grip on the sheets tightens when you begin kissing over his cheeks, your lips and teeth leaving a trail of burning desire on his ass before your tongue finally inches closer to his clenching hole.

Satan gasps as he feels your saliva through the thin strip of his thong, right over where he needs you most. Your name falls from his lips like a desperate plea to go easy, but you’re already fully caught in pulling the thong down his legs, exposing the desperately clenching ring of muscle to you. You let the tanga rest around Satan’s thighs as your hands spread his cheeks roughly, your lips finally caressing his hole.

An unexpectedly loud moan falls from the demon’s tongue as you begin eating him out, your kisses like prickling blasts of pleasure, and Satan can’t keep his arms from giving in as your tongue enters him, thrusting mercilessly.

He doesn’t even notice the high-pitched whines filling the room, mind, and body fully under your control, and he’d be a fool to think you’ll ever let him wear normal underwear again.