Every Wednesday (Asra x Reader)
This was Wednesday:
Asra coming to pick you up for your seven am class in his 2007 Subaru Forester wearing the oversized turtleneck sweater you bought him last Christmas with a pair of slim corduroys and matching Chelsea boots.
“Good morning, love.”
You were still a little mad at him from the night before. You two had a small fight. He didn’t actually do anything wrong…It was literally over nothing, but you were still mad anyway.
“Good morning, Asra.”
Despite you being a little crummy, a little irritable, you kiss him deeply when you get in the car. It wasn’t a formal apology, but it would work for him until you came around.
He’s a little early so you two drive STRAIGHT PAST the Starbucks and stop at a mom and pop coffee shop that holds animal adoption every Wednesday. You stop and pet the puppies, (really taking a liking to a cocker spaniel puppy the size of your hand). Asra buys you a coffee (you get a java chip Frappuccino in the largest size and he gets a small caramel cinnamon macchiato because he knows his limitations). You sip in silence, listening to Asra’s indie music.
You hold his finger while he drives.
You arrive to class about 10 minutes early so you just sit in the back of the class and talk about what activity you were going to do after. You do this every Wednesday: you go to lecture, then pick a date spot.
You decide to go shopping.
Class seems to drag on but he’s passing you notes the whole entire time, trying to keep you entertained.
you’re so beautiful you know <3
You write back:
Not as beautiful as You ;)
A few minutes went by.
You farted didn’t you? 0_O
No! Of course not… *v*
You didn’t that particular time, but you had… at he beginning of class.
You sneeze, trying your best to hush it so you won’t disturb the professor.
Bless you :)
Thank you xoxo
He pokes at your sides with his heavy calligraphy pen because he knows how ticklish you are. You can’t laugh too loud. Even though you’re in the back of the lecture hall, sound carries.
“Asra, I gotta pay attention.” You manage to laugh and smile, pushing his nimble fingers away from the folds of your clothes. You were getting less and less mad at him.
You not paying attention wasn’t really a concern to Asra. Normally, he spent the rest of the day, after lecture, reteaching you everything you heard or failed to hear in class. It’s your weekly date. Every Wednesday.
When class finally lets out, you go to your favorite thrifting spot: it’s in a swanky downtown promenade with several thrift shops in a cluster. Asra gets a new hat, a scarf and a tweed jacket that you’re in love with. You get a black top and a beautiful pair of black pants that someone made the mistake of leaving behind.
After that you finally go home, or to his studio apartment rather. He lives not too far from you in a suburban complex right next to a pretty park.
“Hey Faust!”
He greets his beautiful python that slithers up his arm from the windowsill, where she likes to lay.
Asra sits you down and goes over the class material at his breakfast nook. You both sip herbal tea and munch on some leftover muffins you made him from Sunday. You get done rather quickly.
You feel sluggish. Normally you’d play cards or play video games or cook together… but right now you just wanted to sleep.
You get settled in, taking off your warm autumn clothes and putting on something more comfortable: For you, one of Asra’s clinging recycled polyester shirts. For Asra, a loose tank and some hemp sweatpants.
You stole from him a pair of pink fuzzy socks. You loved his socks.
You lounge on the fluffy brown duvet of Asra’s low platform bed. It’s so easy to get lost in the smell of hazelnut and frankincense. You draw up one of the throw blankets, snuggling into his pillows, regretless.
“You look cozy,” Asra says, surprised at how quickly he had lost your company to his bed. He walked around barefoot with a metal cup, watering the many ivies climbing through his apartment. Faust was hung snugly around his neck.
“I am,” you reply, breathing deep his wondrous scent.
After he’s done watering the plants, he closes the blinds a little further. The early afternoon light dims to a warm autumn chocolate and douses the room in a comfortable laziness. He crawls in bed beside you, moving your hair out of your eyes.
“Can I get cozy with you?”
It was impossible to say no to that.
You let Asra help you under the sheets, your stomach threatening to flutter out of you like the butterflies in his balcony garden. His hands slide up and down your body, applying pressure that loosened all the areas of you. This massaging coaxed a relaxed groan from your lips. You didn’t know how tense you were until he rubbed it all out of you.
“Ah, your chakras are blocked… that’s why you’ve been so moody.”
You believed him. He dug his fingers into the sensitive pockets in your back, eliciting your heavy breaths of relief. “Can you take care of it?”
Asra kisses your forehead. “Way ahead of you.”
You stretch and sigh as Asra continues to pamper your body with his deft fingers. He kneaded you, back and forth, back and forth. It was like euphoric mind control, and you couldn’t help but moan a little.
“Baby,” you say.
“Hm?”
“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t fight. I shouldn’t have been upset with you.”
Asra shook his head and simply continued to take care of you. “It’s okay. We have bad days sometimes. You’re better now?”
You nod. “Yes, I’m better.”
“Good.”
“I love you, Asra.”
“I love you, too.”
The breezy, chilly air from the fan overhead made your skin prickle with stimulation. This was your favorite way to spend the afternoon: The soft and shadowy ambience to the room, no music, no TV. Just you and Asra, cuddled up together. Sometimes you’d spend a little time, pleasing each other. Draining any stress or frustration, filling yourselves with pleasure and satisfaction. You and Asra did love to please each other.
Other times, though, the two of you just lay like that, enraptured with the thought and presence of each other until you fall asleep…
Every Wednesday.