content tags: dom!top!Reader x sub!bottom!Asmo, fem!Asmo, GN AFAB race neutral Reader, teasing, Asmo's short skirt, clothed sex in the bathroom, vaginal fingering
"You were the one who was supposed to -- to -- mm!" she tries to say, as you lift up that incredibly short skirt and slide your hand right into her panties.
"Supposed to what?" you say lowly, letting her grind her slippery wet cunt greedily against your hand. "Supposed to get all needy? Supposed to get overwhelmed with lust and drag you away to ravish you?"
"Yes, yes," she pants, gripping the edge of the counter. "I could feel your lust every time you looked at me --"
She lets out a frustrated little moan and tries to push your fingers inside her even as she grinds her ass back against your crotch, trying to get a reaction, trying to get you to fuck her like she wants.
You wrap your other arm around her and drag her close, grinding the strap you're packing right up against her ass, but you spread the fingers at her cunt aside to stroke along her labia instead, keeping her close, keeping her from what she really wants.
"You thought you could tease me," you murmur, dragging your teeth along the side of her neck to make her shiver, teasing her right back. "You thought you could drive me wild with lust just by walking around wearing that tiny little skirt? Just by flaunting those perfect legs of yours, just by accidentally flashing your panties at me every chance you got?"
"You want me," she pants, locking eyes with you in the mirror. "I know, I can feel how much you want me, so just -- take me!" And she grinds her ass hard against your groin, curving her back into the most delicious arch, and fuck, you're only human, you growl and buck forward, shoving her hips up against the counter, your wrist pinned there between her and the obsidian.
But you're also no ordinary human, to resist immediately giving in to lust when the Avatar of it is offering. "Asmo baby," you purr in her ear, "you know that's not how this goes."
And she knows, she knows what she has to do to get what she wants from you, because this is a game you and she like to play. But instead of begging, she bites her lip and makes sultry eyes at you in the mirror and just -- puts her hand right over yours and thrusts her fingers into herself, moaning loud and eager, a performance of pleasure but no less genuine for it.
