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asta x noelle ✨ pt. 2 (w&s)

this story contains mature content :)

it has been way too long. i'd rather not sit here and rant, so i'll just say swamped with work and burnout/mental health. i've missed this, and y'all, enjoy!
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About a week followed the day Noelle and Asta confessed their feelings to one another. None of the Bulls were aware of their current circumstances. Though, it was obvious enough beforehand that Noelle had feelings towards Asta. The two continued with their daily lives, almost as if nothing happened... however, something did happen, and the two distanced themselves. Asta spent most of his time alone, training and doing missions with either Luck or Nero. Noelle had been spending her time by Vanessa and Finral's side; shopping, gossiping, and the likes. The seventh morning after, Noelle sat up, hair frizzy from her beauty slumber. She wore a onesie that sported bunny ears atop the hood. She wiped at her face drowsily. Tap Tap Tap. Someone was at her door. She looked up, squinting through crusted eyes. "It's open."

The door creaked open. Asta peeked his head from behind. "Hey, Noelle. Good morning." Rubbing at her eyes to get the crust off, she groaned softly. "Morning.. Asta..?" He stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Yes'm. How's everything?" She laid her back against the wall and pulled her sheets to the side, off from her legs. Asta walked across the room and sat on the edge of her bed. "I'm okay... How are you?", "Look, Noelle, this is weird. Can we stop whatever we're doing and go back to normal?" She flinched slightly and laid her hands on her lap, a method of self-restraint and calming she'd learnt from both Finral and Vanessa. "I... Asta, we had sex..!", "And we both confessed! We're making things weird for no reason. I really like you. You feel the same. Right?" She rubbed her arm, feeling guilty and a bit anxious. She was a stubborn girl by her very nature, so being wrong and admitting defeat was extremely difficult for her. But she wanted to change for the boy she loved so much. "Yes. Yeah. I'm sorry, Asta." He turned to reach for her hand and she took it in kind. She smiled and he returned his sunshine bright smile. Asta squeezed her hand gently. "Charmy's made breakfast. You hungry?" She smirked and playfully rubbed his knuckles. He watched her through her hair, her eyes dancing. "Noelle..." She didn't know why, but it felt like they'd been sitting on the bed for an hour, though only a few minutes had passed since she woke. Her lips felt dry. She licked her lips, and Asta, who had been watching her intently, picked her chin to himself. Her heart skipped a beat as their lips collided, Asta's tongue catching Noelle's.

She placed her hand on the small of his neck as they both laid onto the bed, Asta pulling her down with him. They laid on their sides facing each other, Asta on the edge of the bed and Noelle with her back facing the wall. He pulled away momentarily to let her catch a quick breath. Noelle searched his eyes to find what she felt was the hunter's instinct. His movements, actions, all held a certain hunger. A necessity that, if unattended, would leave him hurting by the morrow. Her face was pink. She felt her temperature rising, and although things should've felt more natural after their confession, old habits seemed to die hard. A playful smirk tugged at the corners of Asta's lips and he reached up to boop Noelle on the nose. She flinched and scowled, her brows furrowed. Asta couldn't help but laugh, to the point that his sides hurt. Noelle's expression softened as she watched him. "I love you so much." she had thought to herself. After a minute, Asta was able to relax. He smiled, wiping tears from his eyes as he gazed into Noelle's eyes. "I love you so much." She smiled and kissed him softly on the cheek. "I feel the same."

Asta made a derpy expression, and guided Noelle's hand to his thigh. "Um.. Can we have sex? I'm in the mood thanks to you." She gripped his thigh, then pulled his leg in between hers, pushing it up against her mound. "...I thought Charmy made breakfast?", she said this with a smirk. Her juices were seeping straight through the onesie. Asta decided to help her out, "Let me get that for you." he pulled the zipper of her bunny onesie down, allowing Noelle to climb out of it. The cold morning air made contact, causing a slight shiver to run down her skin. She sat up and climbed on top of Asta, straddling his waist. He placed both of his hands firmly on Noelle's waist as she adjusted herself so that she sit directly atop his pride. He wasn't lying; his bulge was massive, practically asking to breathe. She ran red, though she tried to keep a collective look, "Wow. This thing needs some air, huh?" he stared thoughtfully at her belly, caressing the small of her back. Then opened his mouth to reply, but closed it. She scooted back to unbutton his bottom, then pull his briefs down. "This looks bigger than last time.." Asta snickered, sitting up and guiding her down all in one fluid motion. He used his thumb to rub her already wet pussy, and watched her begin to squirm under his touch. She bit her bottom lip, peeking up through a single eye. He made it a point to please her to the best of his ability, watching her reactions carefully and acting accordingly. Her toes began to curl, so Asta leaned in, opening his mouth to suck on her tit. She grabbed at her sheets and threw her head back. He licked it while he sucked hard, alternating between both sides, switching every time she makes to moan. She never got there, and she started to take notice of what Asta was doing. She grabbed his hair, pushing him and holding him down on a single boob, "Fuck, that feels amazing!", he continued to rub on her pussy rapidly, and she was only getting closer, but Asta kept it so she edged and edged but never reached the end. At least she's enjoying it right now, Asta thought, but eventually she'd probably get frustrated if he kept teasing her enough. With his free hand, he extended his arm to tap Noelle's oblique gently, then pointed to his head. She released her grip on his hair, tapping it as if she were fluffing a pillow.