Measured To Fit (Awsten Knight smutty Oneshot)

Measured To Fit

Awsten's POV

I sat in my apartment, waiting for Z. She had called and said she had needed help with something which involved a music video. Apparently she's starring in one and she asked me to help with something but didn't tell me with what.
Z came into the room, wearing a white corset top that was tucked into black pants.
I was almost startled by her entering my bedroom rather than the front door, but then remembered I had given her a key since she's always here anyway.

"Aws, can you help me with something please?" She asked.

"Of course babe, anything for you." I stood up from the bed and kissed her cheek, wrapping my hands around her waist and playing with the lace material of her corset with my fingers.

"Well I'm starring in this music video that my friend is directing and that my friend is starring in too, don't know any other details except that this guy who is also starring in it is in charge of wardrobe and measurements."

"And you want me to come with you?" I smile.
"Not what I had in mind but yes you can come. I was telling you that the guy in charge of measuring us is a guy. And he's gonna be touching me to try and measure me and I don't want someone else touching me in ways only you're allowed to do."

My heart started beating faster. She trusted and loved me enough to make sure some other guy didn't touch her, but would rather have me to. We haven't even had sex yet nor have I seen her in that state, but she still she trusted me enough to measure her and touch her, even though I know nothing about measuring.
I love her so fucking much.

"So would it be okay if you could measure me please? I... I trust you." She looked at me lovingly as she held up a body tape measurement that I hadn't realized she'd been holding, and my heart melted right then and there.

"Of course, baby. Thank you for trusting me. I love you so much." I whisper and pull her into a kiss.
She let out a happy hum as our lips connected before pulling away, me almost letting out a whine.
"Time to measure." She said in a sing-songy voice as she gave me the tape.

"Isn't it better to do it in front of like, uh, a mirror?" I ask as she proudly stood in front of the bed.

"Yeah but that's when you're by yourself. I'm not good in these measurements and I can't use one hand to hold parts of me while also holding the tape and then moving and shit. Too much work. That's why we have tailors, Awsten, or someone else to do it for us."

I nod my head, understanding. I step in front of her and pressed the pink button that was on the tape that releases the tape, then wrapped it on Z's stomach. She let out a loud giggle, causing me to look up questionable.

"Awsten."
"What?"
"You have the tape backwards." She bit her bottom lip to hold back a laugh. I looked down at the tape around her stomach, the numbers were facing me so to her it must've been backwards from the angle.

"H-how? It's backwards because of the position, I can see them right here towards me."

"Awsten, the numbers have to be visible to me. Turn it upside down."
I did what she said, now the numbers were on her stomach over her top, facing her this time. The numbers backwards to me.

"Ohhh, uh, yeah sorry, i-is that better?" I stammer, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Fuck why can't you do this right you can't even help your own girlfriend with her work stop fucking up.

I was about to inch it up higher when she placed her hand over mine. I pull my hand away, still holding the tape, in fear of messing it up. What if she wants you to stop because you already fucked up