You sniff and wipe your tears away while scrolling through your phone. It's night time and the lights are off in your room, the only light source comes from your phone as you scroll through the numerous comments in your notifications.
Asami opens the door holding two cups of whiskey and your favorite drink. She sits next to you in bed. "Hey hon, are you ok? You haven't left your room in…hours." You sniff again and sit up, wiping your tears away. You say, "I'm fine, it's just…" Asami wraps an arm around you. "Talk to me, love." You shake your head frustrated. "It's all these stupid comments! It's not the usual ones, these ones…they're…" Asami holds her hand out and you give her your phone. You watch her face scrunch up. "Disgusting…"
You have tough skin so mean or gross comments don't affect you too much. But these comments, they were attacking you for your skin color. They were making fun of you for your kinky hair, calling it a mess, saying you look dirty and other mean things.
Asami puts the phone down and hugs you tightly. "Honey, I'm so sorry that happened to you. That's absolutely disgusting, and that shouldn't have happened no matter what." You hug her back and bury your face in her neck, she smells like strawberries. "I feel awful…I feel gross. What did I do wrong?"
She pulls back and looks you in the eye. "Nothing is wrong with you! You did nothing wrong! They're just jerks. Some people just like to bring other people down to make themselves feel better." You lean into her some more. Nothing was said after a while. Before Asami taps your shoulder. "Why don't I make you feel better?" You look at her. "How? With what?" Asami stands up and leads you to the bathroom.
"I'm going to give you a bath and wash your hair, I'm going to remind you just how pretty you are." You look down, frowning. "I don't feel pretty." You whisper. Asami kisses your cheek. "That's why I'm here to help." She slaps your but playfully and you yelp. "Go on, strip for me!"
You take off your clothes and Asami sets the bath water, you dip your feet in and sigh. The perfect temperature. You slide down in the tub with a smile. "Oh, that feels nice." Asami giggles while sitting on the side of the tub, she grabs a sponge and puts your favorite soap on it.
Quietly she begins to wash you. She moves slowly and thoroughly, even kissing spots where you have previously talked about hating. She kisses the mole on your body, she kisses the hands you think look ugly, and she kisses those beautiful stretch marks on your thighs and belly. Her kisses tickle but you don't think of stopping her. Soon you beckon her to join and she does.
She takes off her clothes and her toned, hourglass shape makes you drool. She gets in and positions you in her lap. She squirts shampoo on her hand. "Lean back my love, and let me wash your lovely hair." You do as she says and her manicured fingernails scratch your scalp in a way that makes you sleepy. She's firm and gentle, getting all the knots in your hair and combing the shampoo and conditioner through.
She gets every spot and she rinses your hair, watching the curls in your hair show as it gets wet. She sighs at your beauty and kisses your forehead. "I love you, you know that?" You giggle and nod but Asami gets a little serious. "No, really, I love you. Every part of you, and it really upsets me that you don't know just how gorgeous you are."
She kisses down your back and you shiver. "Your beautiful brown skin, it's gorgeous, when the sun hits it just right you look like shining gold. Your hair, when it's in an afro I can't help but think of the sun rising in the morning, and when it's in braids I think of diamond necklaces, just perfect and beautiful. Your lips, your eyes, everything is gorgeous." You look back at Asami and she has tears in her eyes. "I hate that people can't see you the way I do, if you ever get comments like that again, online or real life, I want you to think of me, think of me telling you all these things now. Because you are a goddess, my love. True perfection."
You start to cry as well, you hug Asami with all your might. You've never felt so loved before. Asami kisses you and she goes all the way down to your breast. She squeezes them and your face heats up. "And these, I just love every part of you." You look away. "I think they're too small…" Asami shakes her head. "They're perfect, just like you." A hand moves down to your crotch, and you bite your lip. She blows air on your ear. "Can I show you how much you mean to me, my love? Can I worship you, please?" You nod and lean into her more.
Asami really knows how to make you feel special.