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How in the devildom did Asmo manage to get you into this situation.
“I’m not really sure about this, Asmo…” You, clad in expensive lingerie, posted on top of Asmo’s plush bed, felt like a joke. But here you were, exposed and to top it all off, Asmo was about 5 feet away fucking gloating about finally getting you on board with doing this boudoir photoshoot. You could practically see the hearts in his eyes as he mentally posed you in every which way.
A tut-tut came from behind the peering eye of the camera. “Nonsense, darling, you’re dripping with sex appeal, and I would know best!” His eyes shone brightly with a mixture of desire and love, similar to the way his eyes look whenever he catches a glance at himself in a mirror. That fact made your entire body heat up even more as you realized that you were genuinely being ogled (in a respectful way).
“I’ve just never worn anything like this…” Asmo shot you a look and you huffed, “Ok, maybe somewhere lost deep in my drawer I own one or two lacey underwear, but this- THIS” you point to the fine lingerie you are covered with. “is a lot.”
“But you feel sexy?”
“Almost TOO sexy.”
“There’s no such thing.” Asmo sighs and lowers the camera as he hops onto the edge of the bed near you. “Do you really not enjoy this? We can go back to doing face masks and painting our nails?” Your body temperature is hot with attention but finally stabilizes as you smile, comforted by Asmo. He is always attentive to you and it sometimes doesn't make any sense to you. “I do like it, I think… but I just feel like this stuff is wasted on me- like I’m really out of place being sexy- I feel like I’m much more fit to be cute and adorable.” A lie.
You really loved it, but it scared you. Trying to be sexy and being sexy is so much different. Asmo didnt even have to try to be sexy, he’s sex on legs. So putting on attire that fits him more felt like a disaster and it scared you. You tried to swallow that hard pill with a side of convincing yourself that you're not meant to be sexy. Your body felt tight as you kept weaving the intricate lies that hurt you. “Maybe I’m just not meant to be seen like this!”
“Alright, that’s enough.” Asmo pouted as he tossed the camera and scooted closer to you, wrapping his arms around you tenderly. “I don’t know which humans told you that you’re not sexy but I’ll have you know that you’re unbelievably gorgeous and sexy to me and everyone in the fucking devildom apparently,” Asmo snickers as he gingerly places a kiss on your forehead, which is very welcomed at this point. You were starting to get in your feelings and Asmo is very good at talking you down.
His hand reaches your chin as he pulls it up, taking you in. He whispers, “Being sexy is a feeling and it's one that you very much deserve and one that looks absolutely delicious on you,” sending shivers down your spine and suddenly you feel the momentary demonic desire spill from Asmo. Like a reaction, your body heated up once more and emboldened you to plant a passionate kiss on his lips. A euphoric feeling took you and, in all your lacey glory, pushed Asmo down and gave him a tantalizing makeout session. Almost nothing about Asmo is sloppy, but what transpired between you could possibly be considered as much, as the raw attraction ran its course through the both of you.
After desperately needing to catch your breath, you let up, eyes glazed with something you can’t see, but makes Asmo squeal. “Ahhn~! Kiss me more, please,” Asmo whines, “That was so fucking hot~!”
“I- fuck, I’m sorry, Asmo-” Panic and pleasure wrack your body but the panic stops as soon as you felt Asmo’s hand slide delicately on your cheek. You look down and see him, face flushed and hair tousled as he looks at you with eyes that once again catch you off guard from the sheer love emanating from them. “You’re perfect. Gorgeous, sexy, and every other word in the dictionary that means beautiful, and you deserve to feel all those words about yourself, too, love. Let me make you feel that way.”
Words knocked out of your mouth, you stare at Asmo as he removes himself from under you and picks up the camera once more. As if he hadn’t uttered the most meaningful and caring sentiment that just completely undone you and left you speechless. As if it was so easy for him to love you.
“Alright! Back to it, we’re GOING to complete this photoshoot! Now, push your ass out more, love. The light’s hitting it perfectly~!”