Pre-plague 13. for Asra x F!MC please!
Well, I may have gotten carried away. Just...a little bit. Here is the thing! I really hope you like it. ☺️💕
It's definitely descriptive! 18+ only, please please please.
First time pre-plague Asra x Fem! MC
He loves you. He loves you.
Asra has said it before, and you’re used to hearing it from him. But something about tonight is special.
Something about the way he whispers it against you, so soft and intimate. Something about the way his lips press against yours, sweet and imbued with fervor.
You two are in the warmth of a cozy pillow fort, created out of boredom and laughter on this chilly night. Frost cracks at the windows outside, and harsh wind rattles the shutters.
But here you are with him, giggling and making a lovely little fool of yourself in your pajamas.
His laugh rings through you like birdsong, clear and melodic and velvet to the ear.
With a playful sort of smirk he pins your hands to the pillows below you, entwining your fingers as he sets his forehead against yours.
Feather-light kisses decorate your neck, and you can't help but giggle against them.
As those sweet kisses become less and less feather-light you tilt your head back and whimper softly--God, he feels so good.
“I love you.” The words press to your skin, getting hotter and hotter the more he loses himself in it. “I love you I love you I love you…”
Your hands find their way to his shoulders, pressing him closer. Tangling in his hair. It's so, so embarrassing but you can't help what you're thinking. Can't help biting your lip and whimpering it into his ear. “Asra, I want you. Please, I want it.”
Instantly he pauses, moving to touch his forehead to yours. To look at you.
Too many thoughts rush through your mind at once. Oh no. Oh no, I messed it up. I...he's going to say no. He's...
Violet eyes scan from your lips up to your eyes, and a gentle kiss touches to your nose. “My love, are you sure about this?”
Instantly you nod, not even having to think about it. There's no thinking about it. You love him, you want him, you need him.
You've known Asra since you were young, and you've been inseparable from the start. He taught you magic, and he taught you love--all of the things you've been longing to know, forever and ever.
And now here he is. Here he is with adoration in his eyes, lighting up at your simple nod. At the fact that you said yes.
Carefully he slides one hand down to your waist, thumb stroking the delicate skin there. “I'll take it slow.”
And you know he will. You know Asra will take it as slow as you want it, of course. But the look in his eyes says that he needs this more than you could ever know--just the way his fingers graze along your side is hitched and imbued with desire.
He repeats himself as his lips come to meet yours, soft and warm in contrast to the chill of the nighttime. “I'll take it slow.”
Again you nod, fingers carding through the ivory hair at the nape of his neck. Even now, you can feel his skin's temperature rise at your touch.
With the same amount of reverence he carries in everything he does with you, those velvet lips meet yours again. And again, and again.
There is no feeling in the world like kissing your magician, especially when he's like this. The perfect mix between gentle and absolutely filled with need, hot kisses shared in between breathless moans. Hands roaming your body, so careful but so incredibly wanting.
He slides his hands underneath your shirt, knowing just how much you trust him, keeping contact all the way from your hips up to where he stops.
With his hands cupping your breasts you can't help but whine into the kisses, arching your back to press your whole body into his.
Noticing the insistence of the sound you make he decides to further his progress, lifting the fabric of your pajama shirt up and over your head and tossing it to the side.
A pause, a moment of silence as he bites his lip and shifts his gaze. “You’re so beautiful.”
Naturally your cheeks heat up even more at this remark, and for God's sake you try not to wiggle too much. “Asra, touch me.”
The response is immediate. As his grip moves down to the curve of your waist his mouth does too, those beautiful violet eyes fluttered closed as he presses kiss after open-mouthed kiss to your breasts, going over every inch of your chest that he can reach.
For a moment he's quiet as his tongue slips over your nipple, reverent and slow.
You bite your lip to stifle a moan when you feel him press his hips against you, the heat of his erection sliding over the inside of your thigh.
And fuck, he's hot, even through the fabric of his pants. Just feeling it against you, you know he’s so hard that it aches.
Thinking yourself exceptionally bold you run your hands up under his shirt, the pads of your fingers tracing the lines of his abdominals and then his pectoral muscles.
He shivers in response, and you feel each muscle tense with his excitement under your touch. His skin is smooth, warm under the flats of your hands.
A soft groan rumbles through his chest as he buries his face in your neck, arching into your palms.
His hair smells like pumpkin and fresh bread, from all the baking you two did earlier today. When he speaks, his voice breaks gently with need. “Please, I want you so much. Wanna be inside you.”
Those words send a feeling down your body, sharp and hot like a lightning bolt on a black night.
As if on instinct his hands slide down your sides and set on your hips, hitching you up and lazily wrapping your leg over his waist.
His chest brushes against you with every breath, every movement he makes. He moves to press his forehead against yours, a velvet kiss meeting your lips.
For just a moment, the world is silent. There is absolutely nothing but the beating of your hearts, arrhythmic and fluttering with anticipation.
Even his normally steady hands shake, just enough for you to sense it. You can feel the way his aura melds into yours, all purple and freshwater and pumpkin spice.
He breaks the silence cautiously, his voice the softest, most loving thing you've ever heard. “and you're sure?”
“Yes.” again you don't hesitate, hands migrating to cup the sides of his face. “I've never been more sure of anything, Asra.”
A gentle smile pulls at his lips as he kisses your nose, shifting a little to hold your hips against his. “then I need you to breathe, and focus for me.”
Your nod is accompanied by a deep breath as you attempt to settle the flitting of your heart, but the hummingbird inside your chest refuses to be quelled.
“It's just like a spell.” his hands trail down to your underwear as he speaks, hooking his fingers in and sliding them down your thighs. “You have to take your time. Take it slow, weave your magic like a painting.”
You will yourself to focus on his words, unable to help biting your lip as he kicks off his own pants. You feel exposed, vulnerable. But with him, it doesn't seem like a bad thing. It feels like a connection.
He continues to speak as he wraps both of your legs securely around his hips, placing one hand on either side of your head. “Do you remember what I taught you, when you learned how to cast a concentration spell?”
You nod. You'll remember this forever, simply because he taught it to you. “Two deep breaths, one for focus and one for luck. Then you cast.”
Even now, you can see the pride show on his handsome face. “Perfect. Now, my love, take two deep breaths for me.”
You know what that means, and he definitely does too. Despite yourself you're a little nervous, but he comforts you in every way possible. His warmth, his smile. His gentle words and patience. This is Asra, this is your magician, this is the man you love. And you want him more than anything in this world.
You feel yourself take the first breath before you're even conscious of it, closing your eyes and letting it out nice and slow. It gives you clarity--focus, just as it's supposed to.
The second breath is even more drawn than the last, a wave of calm washing over you with it. You feel like you're home. Home in the purest sense.
You offer him the smallest nod, letting him brush a stand of hair back from your eyes.
A subtle shift of his weight. His hips settle carefully into yours, spreading your legs further apart for him.
And then the gentlest nudge at your entrance. You watch Asra's jaw set as he pushes himself further and sinks about two inches into your warmth, the man unable to stifle a beautiful groan that resonates through you, too.
He lets you catch your breath, at that. He's catching his breath too, forehead pressed up to yours. “Tell me when I can give you more, Sweetheart. I can stop whenever you need me to.”
Even just this, even just this introductory amount of him feels like heaven. It hurts a little, but slowly you're adjusting at his pause.
When the ache subsides you nod again, and he presses the rest of himself into you, inch by inch.
Once he's fully sheathed inside you he stops again, wanting to give you time to adjust again to this new feeling.
And what a feeling it is.
He's warm--so, so very warm. Every point of contact he makes with your body feels like the bite of fire and the relief of cool water all at the same time.
You can feel him stretching you, the girth of his cock filling you like a puzzle piece fit perfectly into its slot. It's big, it's a lot to handle. But it feels right.
You try to speak, but all you can muster is a soft whimper against his lips.
Asra chuckles softly, the sound comforting and familiar to you. “hey, are you alright?”
You nod, too many times than necessary. You're so alright, you're incredibly alright, but you need more of him, and you need it now. “Don't stop. Please.”
He smirks softly, eyes glimmering with nothing but love and adoration as he starts to move.
He starts out slowly, but picks up his pace as he gets more and more lost in the feeling. The movement of his hips is smooth, driving you into the pillows with every thrust.
It seems so effortless, as it does when he does anything. But the way his sounds harmonize with yours proves that this is anything but trivial to Asra.
The fort now is nothing but those gorgeous sounds, muffled against the fabric surrounding the both of you. It's all heat and hands and fervent kisses, soft moans pressed against your lips and your neck and the hollow of your jaw. The feeling of his cock again and again and again, pressing as far in as he can go and then sliding back.
His fingers entwine with yours, pinning your hands to the bed. He's breathing so hard, skin to skin with his chest rising and falling against yours.
The air in your lungs hitches into a whine when his hips grind into your clit, sending a shock of pleasure all the way up your body.
Without missing a beat he notices, a beautifully smug little smirk crossing his features. He shifts, angling his thrusts so that his hips press over and over just where you want them to.
If you weren't feeling good before, you certainly are now. You feel the pressure building, tangling your hands into his hair and pulling him down to crash his lips against yours.
His strokes are getting sloppier, more erratic. Each kiss is met with a sharp intake of breath. His hands shake against yours, pace quickening and pressing deeper into you.
You can't help what you say, you can't help but moan out his name. Everything is so much, it's too much, it's not enough. You want every bit of him, every single bit of this beautiful, vulnerable magician. “Asra, please I'm so close don't stop-!”
This only serves to push him further. He holds his lips to the shell of your ear, his voice weak and quavering in his own pleasure, hips snapping into yours over and over and over and over and-
“Please, fuck, I wanna feel you cum for me.”
The sound of his voice pushes you over the edge, and for a moment your vision goes fuzzy. Your legs shake as you feel yourself clench around him, waves of relief flooding through you with every second that passes.
One more thrust, two, three and he tenses up, back arching into you as he presses in as deep as he can. His dignified groan comes with a rush of warmth inside you, his hips rutting into yours to ride out his orgasm.
All you can focus on is his face and the feeling of his cum, hotter and more satisfying than you ever thought it would be. There's nothing but his beautiful expression, eyes fluttered closed and mouth open just slightly.
After a few moments his body relaxes, the small fort filled with the sounds of your and his panting.
You're both speechless, and there's nothing more to it. But there's no need for words, right now. No need for anything but his smile, bright and light and full of love.
You can't help but smile back, soft laughter overtaking the both of you.
You can feel him laughing, crying, mimicking all of the emotions that you are in this very moment. You're connected with him, connected with his magic, his heart, his physicality.
And though you feel bare, though you're exhausted and worn and sweating beyond all comprehensible level, you're happy. You're so, so happy. Here, with him, nestled in the warmth of your little fort. Content.
He presses one last kiss to your lips before pulling out, absolutely unable to stop smiling. “I love you.”
You slide your hand up to his chest, holding it against the pounding of his heart. “I love you too, Asra.”
