BLACK CLOVER SCENARIOS/ ONE SHOTS

FIRST TIME~ ASTA [LE]

Imagine: first time~ Asta x reader [LE]
Requested by: GiavannaSantucci
Warning: smut. 
**also, I'm going to put Asta being over 18 in this.**
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The (h/c) haired girl walked through the woods, thinking about her relationships with her team mates in the Black Bulls. 
Especially Asta. 

It's been almost five years since she met him, when he first joined the Black Bulls. A little over two years since they started dating. 
She loved him, she really did. But she had a gnawing feeling in the depth of her stomach that he didn't love her back. 

Whenever they would have alone time and things looked like they would take a step further in the bedroom, Asta would pull away and make up some excuse to leave her alone. She didn't know if he didn't want to have sex with her or it was something else. The both of them were over eighteen, so she didn't see what the problem was. 

She then hears some grunting, but she couldn't find the source of the noise... until she looked up in the trees. 
There was Asta, hanging upside down. Of course he was working out. She took note that he was already shirtless, sweat was glistening on his chest. Which is always a good sight for her. 
It didn't seem that he had noticed her yet. 

"Hey Asta!" (y/n) calls out to him. 

He let out a small shriek of surprise, causing his leg to loosen it's grip around the branch and he fell. 
"Are you okay?" she ask him. 

He suddenly jumped back up, full of energy, and his hands on his hips. He had a small blush on his face, a little embarrassed that he just fell out of a tree in front of you. 
"Yup!" 

"You have some scrapes on your back, do you want me to help you clean those up?" She asks, seeing the scrapes that he had gained when he fell. 
"Yeah, that would be great actually." 

She just gives him a small smile and leads him to her room, where she knew she kept a first aid kit. It wasn't the first time Asta had gotten hurt so she always has one in there for him. 

"Alright you can sit down." She says pointing to the edge of her bed. 

There wasn't an awkward tension in the air, he had been in her room multiple times. But Asta started to feel a little awkward. 
Today (y/n) had decided to wear a low cut shirt, and she wasn't wearing her black bulls robe so he could see her breast very pretty clearly. It was even worse when she bent down to get some stuff. 

She then sits behind him, the stuff she needed right beside her. She puts a hand on his shoulder, feeling him tense up making her wonder what was wrong with him. She decides to ignore it. 
"This is going to sting a little." She says before applying some rubbing alcohol on his wounds. 

He didn't complain or anything, he was used to getting hurt most of the time so a little sting wasn't going to bother him. All though, she could still feel the tension underneath her hands. 

Once she was done dressing her wounds, she decided to confront him about being so tense. While still behind him, she learns forward. 
"Are you okay Asta? You're really tense. You need a massage?" She ask starting to rub her hands on his shoulders. 
What (y/n) didn't know that was her chest was basically pressed against his back. 

He suddenly pulls away, a flustered look on his face and his hands going down to his groin.
"U-uh no! I'm fine. T-thank you (y/n)!" He shouts, about to leave but (y/n) stops him. 

"Now wait a minute. What's the matter?" She asks standing in front of him. 

"Uh n-nothing! I'm just really tired." He says, his blush getting even more red. 
She knew this was a lie and she crossed her arms and gave him a 'really?' look.