a photography class for two
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Asmodeus X F!Reader
CW: Flirting, semi nude photo shoots, clothed sex, penis in vaginal sex, condom use, safe sex, cunnilingus, modern setting, Big dick, multiple orgasms
Word count: Roughly 6.4K
A/N: A reupload of one of my deleted works, where Asmodeus is teaching a work shop on photography and by the end of it wants your help with a little project of his.
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Images belong to Solmare.
When you had decided all those weeks ago to take a photography class that was offered by the local university in the evenings you never thought you’d end up in a situation like this.
Leaning across the curved portion of a yoga chair with your calf resting on your instructor's shoulder while he pistoned his cock in and out of your pussy like a machine and all you can do is gasp from the pleasure roaring through your head.
Yea.
That was a possibility that had never entered your mind as you followed the posted arrows toward the classroom that was meant to hold an introduction to photography workshop. Swallowing a little as you enter the room already a buzz with conversation, you’re very much out of your comfort zone but you’ve been interested in photography for a while.
It’d be nice to have some formal training instead of just taking photos like you’re used to doing now. If you had a better idea of what you were doing instead of just pointing and clicking maybe you could use it as a side hustle for some extra income.
Taking a seat away from some of the others who seem to have already formed a bit of a rapport. You were falling at the other reason you had signed up for these classes though.
Meeting new people.
People also told you how you were outgoing but it took you a while to warm up to people, and you almost never sought out new people yourself. Back when you were in school, it was usually someone taking you to meet other people. Now it was just the people from your office that you talked to.
“Good evening all my lovelies.” Your head flicks to the door as what your brain can only comprehend as the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen walk in. Heck, you aren’t even sure if this walking beauty is a male or a female. “I’m one of the professors here at the university and seeing as none of you are in any of my classes you may call me Asmodeus.” Yeah even with their name that doesn’t help you at all, feeling your watch vibrate you look down and swallow. Your heart rate just jumped to 168 beats per minute.
Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. “So who wants to go first and show me their camera?” That little giggle Asmodeus makes has you feeling even warmer, it’s like a wind chime. This is a really bad idea.
By the end of the class, you realize it wasn’t a bad idea. At first, it was when it turned out you were the only person who thought to bring their camera with them to the class. Feeling nervous as you explained the model and its functions just like the feminine man had asked, by focusing on the camera itself you had managed to stumble through it.
“Excellent! A key to Photography is understanding your equipment and what it’s capable of. You have a good one there, Hon, it’s what I used before I got the newest model two years ago.” A wink sent your way that may or may not have caused you a small nosebleed before he launches into an explanation about different shooting styles and lighting systems.
By the end of the hour-long period, you feel pretty good about the lesson and your homework. Taking photos using the concepts explained in the lesson on still objects, and everyone else was reminded to bring their cameras for next week.
“These are just wonderful!” Flipping through the printed images you handed Asmodeus before the start of class, his eyes roamed across the image behind the rims of his glasses. “You have a keen eye for detail, at this rate I’m not sure why you’re even taking this class.”
Shaking your head at his compliment with a small laugh. “I swear I wasn’t this good before the classes started. I’ve learned a lot from you so far.”
“Then you should find tonight's lesson very interesting.” Handing you back the printed images before pulling his glasses back up his nose. “Some of my students need to practice drawing live figures, so we’ll be using them as examples of lighting changing the composition and tone of an image.”
“Real people?” That makes you feel a little nervous, so far all of your photos have been of either plants or animals. “Do they know we’re going to be taking photos of them?” There’s a cold sweat forming along your spine.
“Of course Hon. I wouldn’t let you use my precious students for practice if they weren’t ok with having their photos taken. Or my brother who agreed to model for them.” That helps you somewhat, but there’s no denying the sweat lining your palms through this lesson. Or how much your hands are shaking as you try to take several images.
Asmodeus takes notice, and as everyone but the model for his students are packing up to leave and heading out the door he calls your name stopping you. “Yes?”
“Come here, Hon.” Curious you tilt your head as you approach him. “Take out your camera.”
“Um.” You have no idea what’s going on but you do just that. Handing it to him as he goes through the images and shakes his head clearly not happy with the quality he’s used to seeing from you.
“Mams, sweetie?” Calling out to the model starting to pack up. “Can you stay for a few more minutes?”
“Sure.”
“Now come here.” Guiding you back towards the platform the model had been standing on, watching the man from earlier strike a pose again. As you step closer you’re even more nervous as Asmodeus slips your camera back into your hands and slides in behind you.
“Asmode-us?” There’s a stammer in your voice as he slips his hands over yours and lifts your camera up to your face with the screen on so you can both see the image instead of looking through the sight.
“Just relax.” His voice whispers right next to your ear, making you swallow. “I know you get nervous around people.”
“Wha-”
“Hush.” Using his foot to get you to spread your legs a little wider by tapping the toe of his boot against your heel so you have a better stance. “I’ve seen your work, you never have people in your images. It’s not that hard to figure out. Now just breathe.”
You try to do just that, breathing in your nose as you try to focus on the screen. “I just, don’t want to upset people.” It’s true and some small part of your brain when you’re out taking photos tells you people don’t want you to take their photo.
“Trust me, Hon, Mammon here would be more upset if you didn’t want to take his photo. A feeling I share, I love having my photo taken.” With that, you feel his hand slide from the camera and along your arm, guiding it to a better position. “Now just breathe and click like you do for every other image you’ve ever taken.”
You swallow, trying to focus on that instead of the feeling of his chest against your back, the rise and fall of it a gentle pressure against you. Or of the warmth sinking into your skin from where his hands are on your, or the way his breath fans out along the shell of your ear.
It’s hard but you do just that, looking at the image through the screen and breathing. This man wants you to take his photo, you can do this. Another breath and your hands are far steadier than they were for the entire class as you make a few small adjustments so the lighting is perfect as you press the button to close the shutter and capture that moment in time in a still image.
“Now that.” Whispering against your ear like he’s proud of you Asmodeus lets out a small laugh. “Is what I expect from my skilled little photographer, and those fine details you capture that have the power to make and break an image.”
“If you say so.” Shaking your head a little as the feeling of his body enveloping yours leaves your heart thundering inside your chest.
“At some point, you’ll just have to accept that I’m right. I know what beauty looks like.” The way he says it makes your face warm, fully unsure how to take that compliment.
As the end of the tenth week and the final class comes to an end you find you’re all smiles talking with some of the other students before leaving. Hanging back a little to thank Asmodeus for more than just the lessons. You still have a long way to go with talking to strangers, but you don’t feel the anxiety building in you like before. And the extra time he spent with you in the evenings. After the lesson with the live model, he started getting you to hang back, and to get you to practise taking more images of people. You still couldn’t take an image of a stranger but you could take photos of those that gave you permission.
“Asmodeus!”
“Ah! There’s my favorite photographer, it seems our times together are at an end.” Letting out one of those little giggles of his that makes you grin while he pretends to be swooning.
“We are. I wanted to tell you just how thankful I am for everything you’ve taught me, I learned so much in the last few weeks. You’ve given me an amazing opportunity.” Smiling at him as you give a little bow. “It’s been one of the best times I’ve ever had.” Ignoring the little flutter in your chest.
Letting out a hum you watch as he places a hand against the side of his face, tilting his head as he watches you for a moment. “Speaking of opportunities, how would you like to help me with something? I’ve been working on a project with some different poses but I just can’t get the images the way I want them.” You’re confused but you nod as he keeps talking. “Would you like to help me with it?”
Wait? Is he offering you a chance to work on a project with him? You’re floored by the offer and your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you try to get the words out. “Yes.” It’s half choked as you get your mouth to catch up to your brain. “Yes, of course. I’d love to.”
“Perfect.” Leaning over his desk to write something on a note before handing it to you. “I’ll also text you the details in case something happens to this one.”
“Awesome, I’ll see you in a few days then.” Grinning as you slip it inside your bag, lifting your head as he calls your name as you’re closer to the door.
“Oh, and Hon? It’s a partially nude project.”
And you’re right back to feeling like taking this class was a terrible idea.
Looking at the address on your phone again you’re back to feeling nervous as you look at the number on the outside of a warehouse in the industrial district. This seems more like the place to get murdered than do a photoshoot. Rolling back and forth on your feet before you press the buzzer beside the door next to the numbers that match the ones Asmodeus had texted you.
Thankfully you don’t have to wait long before the door swings open and a sense of relief floods through you at Asmodeus standing there in a robe with one of those Cheshire cat grins of his firmly in place. “I’m glad you didn’t get lost.” A quick wink flashed at your face before he moved to the side to allow you in. “Welcome to my studio.”
It’s like night and day, while the outside of the building gives murder vibes the inside is awash in bright colors, muted displays, and monochromatic furniture. Heck, there’s even a bed. Several backdrops hanging from the ceiling in different places and a few tables filled with printing and cutting equipment. A small enclosed space that you wonder if it’s for film printing since the bathroom is marked by a light above the door.
“It’s not what I was expecting.” That’s an understatement.
“I get that a lot.” Giving another laugh as he passes you heading toward what looks like a yoga chaise longue with a few bouquets of vibrant flowers nearby. “But the rent is affordable and I don’t need to worry about a lack of space since I can leave working areas set up without having to move things depending on what I’m doing.”
“Makes sense. So I guess we’re waiting for the model?” Closer to the area you notice a camera on a tripod, a camera with a similar look to the one in the bag hanging from your shoulder. Immediately drawn to it and remembered how Asmodeus had told you he had the newer model of yours. Seeing the countdown setting is engaged you swallow.
“Nope.” Your eyes follow a cable and see a button to work the shutter lying on the floor right next to the couch. You already have a good idea what he’s about to say and the sweat at the nape of your neck starts to form and your stomach feels queasy. “I’m the model.”
Well double shit. “You were trying to take the images yourself?”
“I was, and none of them turned out anywhere near the way I wanted.” Striding closer you watch as those well manicured hands of his work the connection to remove the button and cable before coiling it up. “You look a little nervous. You can back out if you want.”
Shit. Your palms are slick and you rub them against the hem of your skirt. “No. I um. You said partially nude right?” If Asmodeus wants you to help him with this project you well and truly want to try your best. It’s the least you can do for him after everything he did outside of the class to help you.
“That’s right.” Nodding he moves the robe to the side and you’re thankful to see he has a pair of underwear on. Mind you. It’s underwear that doesn’t hide that fact he’s packing which does little to help with how nervous you are. “Once I get into position I have a sheet to drape across my body to help with the composition. The theme I’m going for in this project is petals, hence the flowers.”
“Ok.” Nodding more to yourself than to the beautiful man that is asking you to take semi nude photos of him with flowers and just gave you an idea he should have been a porn star instead of an art teacher. You can do this. You can do this. Repeating it over and over in your head as you wipe your hands again. “Do you want me to use your camera or mine since yours is set up on the tripod already?”
“You can use mine, this other cable has it connected to my laptop over there so it sends the images as soon as you take them.” Surprised when he slips his hand down into yours and gives it a squeeze. “Just remember, you’re doing me a favor so if you get too nervous just let me know and we can stop.” Another one of his playful winks and he saunters over with a sway of his hips towards the couch.
Rolling your shoulders as you move behind the tripod while Asmodeus gets set up himself, and for some reason as soon as the sheet falls across his hips you find you’re able to focus more on the directions he’s providing on what he’s trying to accomplish.
While the first few images are not your best, the moment you realize in every shot you can focus more on the flowers instead of his skin it’s like a new ball game. Sure you’re treating Asmodeus like he’s just the background for the images while keeping him in focus but it’s certainly taken the edge off.
So much so that you lose track of time as Asmodeus takes his different poses and you snap an unknown number of images. Blinking when he calls out to stop and you both head over to his laptop to review what you’ve taken.
“Wow.” Clicking on another image, this one of a rose pressed to his lips and obscuring part of his face so his eyes are visible above the petals. It’s like he’s staring right into your soul and knows every secret. “You’ve done an amazing job with these Hon.”
“I mean, I doubt they’d have turned out so well if it wasn’t you in the images.” Laughing as you try to deflect his praise away from you.
“Well, I do agree these images are beautiful because I’m in them, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t amazing.” Turning towards you with a look that you aren’t sure how to decipher. “You need to learn to get better at accepting praise.” Leaning closer so part of his robe is brushing against your arm, this close you think you can smell the hint of cologne on him.
“Maybe.” Giving your head another little shake. “You just tell me so often I feel like it’s a teacher just trying to encourage his student.”
“Oh, Hon.” Lifting his hand to your jaw and tilting your head to look up at him where he’s leaning over with you sitting in the chair in front of his laptop. “I don’t give out my praise so easily.”
Shit. With the way he’s watching you and the sweeping of his fingers across your chin, you find the room suddenly way too hot as you swallow. That queasy feeling is back in your stomach and your skin feels moist as you start to sweat. He’s still as attractive as when you first met him, but damn, he’s never pulled a move like that on you before. “I um.” Scrambling to try and say something that doesn’t make you sound like an idiot.
“You are just too adorable when you’re all flustered.” Laughing a little he dips his head down and grazes his lips over yours. “I could get used to seeing that hue on your cheeks more often.” A little hum with his lips at the corner of your mouth. “With nothing else on.”
Your brain goes blank.
Like whatever electrical impulses that process what you hear and see just freeze as if overloaded like a computer and needs to be restarted. Opening and closing your mouth as no words come out for several seconds while he starts to giggle in that wind chime way of his again.
“I’m your student.” It’s the first thing your brain comes up with and you wince at how sad and pathetic it sounds. A low whine accompanies the words as the rest of your body and brain screams screw it because if he’s coming on to you to go for it.
“You were.” Leaning back as if to give you some space but he keeps his hand on your face, trailing it upwards to cup your cheek. “Now we’re two consenting adults and I’m tired of having to dance around how much I wanna see you cum for me.” If it was physically possible you think there might be steam coming out of your ears from how hot your face feels. It’s like there’s an inferno trying to burst past the skin and engulf you whole. “So…” Trailing off as he lowers his face so you’re eye level. “Wanna have sex?”
You’re doing that fish thing again with your mouth as your brain rushes to process the words he just spoke.
“Yes.” You blurt out that one word so quickly you aren’t sure you said it.
That doubt leaves you the moment Asmodeus spins the chair and slots into the space between your legs and presses his lips to yours like he’s a man dying of thirst and you’re the only water around. If you had the brain power for it you might have responded to that first kiss. This man just left you spinning with how quickly he moved and did things, including one of his hands in your hair to tilt your head just the way he wants as he kisses you senseless.
When your brain finally comes back, Asmodeus starts to blaze a trail along the edge of your jaw, peppering the skin with soft kisses as he moves. Your hands flying to his hair, so your nails can drag along his scalp as you try to get him to return to your lips. He might keep taking you by surprise but you want to show him you aren’t there to just be a bump on the log so to speak.
“Oh? Does my cute little photographer wanna play now?” Whispering against the hollow of your throat before sucking harshly, making you cry out for him with your hips jolting upward against his firm body between your legs. Pulling away from your neck with a wet pop before blowing on the wet skin to make you shiver.
“Asmodeus” Whining his name as he ignores the light insistence of your fingers trying to get him to move.
“Asmo.” Licking a strip along the front portion of your neck that has you arching with a sigh. “Call me Asmo.”
“Asmo~” A breathy exhale as you say his name and he seems to finally be willing to give you what you want. Gliding those soft lips of his across yours before nipping at your bottom lip, the tease.
You aren’t going to just sit there this time, parting your lips and flicking your tongue against his top lip before tracing it with the tip of your tongue while you let out an airy mewl. Trailing your hands along the crown of his head and hooking your legs under the chair to pull yourself forward so your chest can touch his instead of being wedged against the backing.
Hearing his moan in return has your body warming, your core clenching as your panties grow moist and start to cling to your skin. Tilting your head to gain better access to his mouth as his tongue playfully slides against yours, engaging more into the kiss. You want more. More of him. Trailing a hand down his neck until your fingers brush the soft robe wrapped around his form. Using the edge as a guide to find the sash holding it in place and tugging it undone so you trail your hand along the skin of his chest.
You spent most of the last few hours watching his body, you knew he was lithe and flexible with some of the positions he put himself into, you just weren’t expecting him to be so firm under your palm. That discovery has your other hand reaching down so you can push more of the fabric off his shoulders while your tongues are busy exploring each other.
Distracted by his wiry muscles you gasp when one of his fingers graze along the material of your underwear, a soft caress to the damp cloth as he traces your sex through it. Using your moment of distraction to press his advantage and shove his tongue more into your mouth with a fervor that makes your head spin as your heart pounds away inside of your chest.
You know for a fact you’ve never had a kiss this intense before.
The fact it’s from a man who a few nights ago was your instructor and a few weeks longer a stranger just seems to make your body respond even more rapidly as you feel the beads of perspiration start to trail down your neck.
Jolting as the bare pad of his finger pushes the sodden fabric aside to trace your folds before sliding along your opening. Making a noise that almost sounds like dissatisfaction before breaking the kiss.
“You’re nowhere near wet enough for me Sweetie.” Pecking the side of your mouth while leaning back and pulling his hand from under your skirt and sticking out his tongue to lick at the long digit. Humming as his eyes close and he seems to savor the taste of you, curling his lips around it as removing his finger with a pop. “I think I’d like a taste from the source.”
“Asm-oo” Dragging out the O at the end of his name as he licks a strip with the flat of his tongue along the length of your opening. He’s quick, having dropped to the floor and lifted your skirt just enough to get his head under the fabric and move your underwear to the side. It gives new meaning to the phrase seeing stars since you’re throwing your head back and gasping as he undulates the tip of his tongue just inside your moist core.
“Fu-ck” There’s a tightness forming in your stomach, your fingers scrambling to push the rest of your skirt away so you can at least see his pink champagne hair. Letting out another whine when he switches to sucking on your clit and pumping one of his fingers into you. When he hums the vibrations against your clit almost send you over the edge, grabbing his hair while your hips roll.
You want more.
Just more.
More of the fire building inside you. More of his touch. More friction against your pussy as you shift more and more to the increased speed of his tongue. More of his body pressed to yours as a roaring noise blares in your ears. One that seems to be directly related to your blood pumping through your veins.
All of the tension leaves you as you tumble over that edge with a low moan and slump back in the chair while Asmo keeps lapping at your core drinking down your release and dragging out the pleasure flooding through your body.
He doesn’t relent until you let out a noise of discomfort. “Aw, is my pretty photographer all done after one orgasm?” Barely opening your eyes as he stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I need” Blinking you rub at your face trying to collect your thoughts. “A minute.”
“Oh, you really are adorable.” Laughing as he turns and starts rooting around in his desk for something.
“You keep saying that.” Finally feeling more aware but relaxed you fully open your eyes, just in time to watch him drop his underwear to the floor. “Right, you are a lot bigger than earlier.” Deadpanning as you keep watching him, blowing you a kiss as he uses his teeth to rip the edge of the condom package open.
If these past few weeks have taught you anything he’s a tease. Making a show of sliding the latex along his shaft before trailing his painted fingers through the light dusting of hair that’s immaculately kept. “That tends to happen when you’re horny Hon.” Another wink as he saunters closer with that monster swaying between his legs. “Now.” Bending at the waist and ghosting his lips over yours. “Ready for round two?”
“In this chair?”
“No.” Standing with his soft hands wrapped around your wrists and tugging you upwards before guiding you to the yoga chaise lounge he had been using as part of the photo shoot. “Somewhere I can really make you scream my name.” Giggling as he slides his hands to the edge of your shirt and starts to pull it upwards and over your head.
“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow am I?” Reaching your hands back to undo the clasp for your bra before dropping it to the floor.
“Oh, Hon. I’m planning to make it so neither of us can walk tomorrow.” Starting to work your skirt off only to have his hand stop you. “Just the underwear. I like the skirt.” Well, if he likes it after that orgasm you aren’t going to tell him no. Slipping the drenched material from your legs and letting it drop to the floor just like your bra. With that wet flop, Asmo has his hands on your hips guiding you toward the lounge and getting you to lay back against it.
“Does that mean we’re staying here tonight?” Feeling a little braver as his hands sweep along your sides making you shiver while your core throbs.
“If you can handle it, Hon.” Using his hand to push your chest back against the curved higher end. “Just don’t expect to get much sleep.” Sliding the tip of his cock between your folds, tapping the head against your clit making you let out a soft mewling noise. He has your skirt lifted just enough to watch what he’s doing, his eyes glued to your slick skin while he teases you.
“Asmo!” Whining again as you reach out to touch the hand on your hip keeping you in place and your skirt out of the way. “Please, I don’t wanna be teased.” Sliding your fingers through his and rubbing his knuckles. “Just fuck me.”
“Oh, you want me to fuck you, Sweetie?” Your stomach clenches at the edge to his voice as he lifts his head and you swear there’s a mad gleam in his eyes behind his glasses. Shit. “Of course you do.” His cock isn’t sliding between your folds anymore, you can feel the pressure of the wrapped head nudged against your opening. “But I want to hear why you want me to fuck you.”
That edge is still there and you swallow. This might be a mistake but you have enough of an idea exactly what he wants to hear you say, and it has nothing to do with the fact you had zero idea that he was even interested in you like that before tonight. “Because Asmo.” Adding a purr to your voice as you use your abdomen to pull yourself upwards so you can look into his eyes, it's your turn to make a show as you lick your lips. “I want the most beautiful man that I’ve seen to fucking ruin me with his cock.”
That gets you the desired result as you let out a cross between a scream and a moan as he slams his dick balls deep into your pussy with enough force you feel his balls slap against your skin. Panting like you’ve run a race as the muscles of your inner walls spasm, even with an orgasm having already racked your system the stretch has a fire spreading along your lower back. “I’ll ruin you so all you can think about is my beauty when someone tries to fuck you as good as me.” Dragging his cock back out to the tip before slamming forward again.
“Asmo!” Screaming his name as your body rocks with his motions, the size of him with the steady pace has you quickly approaching the edge of an orgasm again. You have no idea what to do with your hands, torn between touching him which you can barely do back against the curve of the couch, and wanting to just grip something to try and focus on that. Curling your fingers under the edge of the couch and panting his name like a prayer.
“That’s right Sweetie, cum on my cock.” Cooing the words as his fingers rub at your clit in a tender caress. A long drawn out moan rings around the room as you do just that, clenching around him as your back spasms. “Such a pretty sight, all blissed out because of my beautiful body.” Asmo isn’t moving this time as you orgasm, watching you as you swallow while your cunt squeezes around him. You’re a lovely sight to him and the way you grip him has him feeling giddy, wondering if after tonight he can come up with another project to get you into his studio again. You’re far from his first partner, he likes having a good time be it with him giving or receiving, but the way you respond to him? That has him wanting to keep you around longer.
“Shit.” Your fingers hurt as you loosen your grip on the wooden frame under the smooth fabric covering the yoga couch. “Damn Asmo, you really will ruin me.” Whispering the words as you try to sit up.
“And I will.” Gripping your hands in his and helping to slide you more to the top of the hump while keeping his throbbing cock deep inside your walls. “I want this pretty pussy to be all mine.” Damnit. He has your face burning again, you shouldn’t be feeling embarrassed like this by his words after he ate you and gave you a second orgasm all in the last ten minutes.
“You’re a menace.” Shaking your head with a grin as you wrap your arms around his neck to go in for a kiss. Tasting yourself on his lips from earlier, it’s easy enough to ignore the bitter fluid when his tongue sweeps out to coil around yours. Humming as your fingers toy with the fine hairs along the back of his neck, rolling your hips a little so you slide along his shaft.
“Says the needy girl ready for another orgasm.” Chuckling with a sweep of his fingers along your jaw. “And you’re lucky enough for me to be just as greedy.” Gripping one of your thighs with a squeeze that makes you arch your back.
“And Lucky enough to have someone as beautiful as you interested in me.” Fluttering your lashes as he lets out a real laugh that makes your stomach clench for a different reason. Shit, you could get used to that.
His hand doesn’t stay at your thigh for long, sliding lower so he can grip your calf while his other hand slides along your hip to adjust your legs. Gasping a little at the new angle, at least before you start to pant when he throws your ankle against his shoulder. You feel like you’re being split open by his cock and damn, do you enjoy the burn. “Now it’s time to start the real fun.” Blowing you a kiss with his free hand.
What does he mean real fun?
Before you can part your lips to ask your neck arches back, moaning as your inner walls spasm around his dick as he rocks into you at a blistering pace, you can feel every inch of him hammering in and out of your walls while the muscles of your stomach seize up.
You’re quickly spiraling towards an orgasm as your lungs burn, panting as you try to suck in air to get your racing heart to slow. You’re starting to wonder if Asmo isn’t some kind of sex god, he certainly has the stamina for it. Letting out another whine as the tip of his cock drags along the upper muscles hitting a bundle of nerves your fingers would have never found. Feeling the sweat that drips from his face land on your leg as he keeps his eyes where you’re joined, a blistering pace now as he slams himself home. “You’re so tight.” His voice sounds strained, doing your best to keep yourself steady as you lift your gaze from where his cock keeps disappearing inside your walls.
His chest is flushed, the skin slick with sweat. A visible sign he’s putting every effort into fucking you as hard as he can. Licking your lips and wishing you could get closer to lap at the beads dotting his chest. Lifting your eyes higher and trying to keep your eyes open as he seems to redouble his efforts, an audible slap of wet skin echoing around the space, laced with the occasional moan or mewl from one of you. That same flush is visible on his neck, the tendons flexing under the hammering of his heart, made more prominent by the longer strands of his hair stuck to his skin.
“Asmo~” Panting his name again as you fumble for his shoulder, his slick skin makes it hard to get a good hold as your fingers slide off.
“Just relax Hon, I’ve got you.” Still positioning his cock inside of you as the fire burns inside you like it’s going to consume you. A choked off sob as you bite your lip, you want this one to last, to drag it out. Squeezing the walls of your cunt as tightly as you can to try and keep Asmo from moving. The moan he lets out has your head swimming. “Sweetie, are you trying to push me over the edge with you?” Moaning through his teeth as his eyes meet yours.
Those almost pink orbs seem even more vibrant in his flushed skin. A quirk of his lip upwards that makes your heart squeeze painfully inside your chest. Something you shove down and focus on his dick plunging into your core and you finally give in, letting your orgasm rip through as you scream his name at the top of your lungs.
Sliding forward your blood rushes through your ears, missing Asmo calling your name as he slams home. Pushing your leg from his shoulder so he can slump over your body, guiding both of you along the curve of the couch and dropping his face into the crook of your neck as he breathes in deeply.
It's nice, feeling the weight of his trim body pressing you down into the curve of the couch, his exhale cooling along the damp skin of your neck. Lifting a hand to play with his light colored hair. “I didn’t see this happening a few weeks ago.” Voicing your thoughts as the strands cling to your fingers.
“Funny. I did.” Huh? Rolling his head to nuzzle into your neck. “After you stayed behind to take photos of my brother I started fantasizing about you.” Giggling and shifting his hips. “You’re even better than I thought.”
“I’d complain but I feel too good.” Mumbling as you sink down more into the material. “Plus you’ve been great for my confidence.”
“Good. My sweet little photographer.” Lifting his head to peck your neck. “Now give me a few minutes and we can get ready for another round.”
When your phone goes off in the morning you can’t move, wrapped in his embrace and lost in a haze with your limbs heavy. That class had definitely been worth it, and you hope you can come up with an excuse to repeat the last twelve hours again soon.
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