the thick of it
aone takanobu x fem!reader | w.c 1.1k
a/n: this is dedicated to linsanity, the love of my life, i will fight wars for u.. this is the aone thigh riding fic i’ve wanted to write since god knows when... ok well this also turned into face sitting so there’s that (ok so it’s pure fluffy smut and i’m not sorry)
18+ post-timeskip | established relationship
warnings: s-sex?, a bit of insecure!reader, a touch of size kink, oral (fem receiving), yeah just some sweet loving or whatevs
“Taka please, this is a little embarrassing, just close your eyes for a second.” You peek around the closet door, sending your boyfriend, who’s perched at the foot of your bed, a pleading look. He stares back at you, the corner of his lip twitches upward before nodding slightly and letting his eyes shut.
You draw back into the closet to give yourself another once over in the mirror, admiring the stretch of forest green lace over your body, slowly smoothing your hands down your hips, letting your fingers trace along the straps of the matching garter belt keeping your sheer black stockings in place.
A slow inhale dampens your nerves for just a moment as you slip out from the walk-in closet, stepping out with your hands wringing behind your back, taking your time with each step as you move closer and closer. Insecurities prickle at your chest as you pause before your boyfriend, swiping your tongue over your lips.
“Okay, open.” You hope he doesn’t notice the way your voice shakes as he slowly opens his eyes, briefly meeting your own before they begin the exploration of the expanse of your body. Your breath hitches at the way his eyes pause over the intricate fabric. The glimmer in his eyes followed by a deep flush starting to take hold of his face, swiftly brushes away any lingering insecurities, only making your heart grow fonder by the second.
He raises his hand, hovering it over your hip just close enough to feel the heat radiating. He scrunches his nose as he meets your gaze once more, the unspoken question hanging in the air.
“You can always touch me.” The tension in your shoulders melt as you draw your hands from behind your back, settling one atop his, to bring a large hand to press into your flesh, grinning as he slips his thumb under the lace to caress the skin beneath, your other hand moves to tenderly cup at his jaw. “Anytime, anywhere.”
His only response is a hum as you lean down to offer him a quick peck. Another hand lands on your hip, tugging you forward. With swift movements you find yourself straddling a muscular thigh, hands planted on his shoulders as you hover over him. A cheeky grin finds itself on your lips as you slide your knee up, teasing at the growing bulge in his pants.
“Hi.” You lower yourself to sit back on his thigh, arching your back to grind your clit against the toned muscle, you spread legs further, massaging broad shoulders and enjoying the way his focused expression slips, his eyes clouding with adoration and lust.
“Hi,” he brings a hand up to brush his fingers along your cheek, “what do you need?”
“Just...” You. The word is left unspoken, unneeded. He keeps a hand settled on your lower back as you continue to grind against him, soft moans tumbling as he flexes his leg delighting in the way both of your chests start to heave.
The air feels heavy with want and need tangling so sweetly, paired with the sensation of Aone’s taut thigh and the lacy fabric rubbing against your cunt, it leaves you breathless and craving so much more.
“Ah! T-Taka.” You buck your hips harshly, searching for more and more friction as you careen towards bliss. His hand slides from the small of your back to squeeze at your hip, signaling for you to pause your movements. There’s a stutter in your hips before you pause completely looking at him with confusion dotting your expression.
He presses a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, finally locking his lips against yours in a saccharine embrace before pulling away. There’s a ravenous storm brewing in his eyes, causing a shiver to dance down your spine as you peer into them still unsure of why he’s stopped you.
With another quick kiss, he manages to drag you up the bed a bit, slowly leaning back until he lays flat, eyes still locked with yours. His message is loud and clear, and causing a fluttering sensation to fill your stomach.
“Are...you sure?” The slight nod of his head is more of an affirmation and comfort than any possible words. “Let me take off my-” His fingers are around your wrist, pulling you into motion, you blink slowly as you register the implication, crawling up to straddle his face, cautiously hovering over him.
“You um really don’t have to.” The comment falls flat as you feel a thick thumb run across the slicked lace stretched over your aching cunt. Sighing contentedly as he hooks his thumb to hold it to the side. Another hand lands on your thigh, urging you to lower yourself but you stay still.
“What if I’m too...”
“No, it’s fine.” The statement isn’t flowery or especially poetic but it makes your heartbeat a little harder, once again with the littlest of gestures he dashes away at whatever ugly feelings that had started to crawl back into your thoughts.
Without another word you let him ease you down, a quiet “oh” escaping your lips as you feel his thick tongue tease along your slit, pressing against your clit. He pulls at your thighs, causing you to lose the little balance you had, yelping as he begins to tease and lick with a renewed fervor.
The way his mouth moves against you is like a man starved, the lewd melody plays through the room and you can’t help but be in awe of just how loud the quiet man can be in the bedroom. You swear you can feel him trace his name against slick folds with his tongue, panting at the way he prods at your aching hole.
“Close.” It’s more of a whine than a word, your legs shaking as you try to lift yourself off of him, half in trying to let him breath, half in an attempt to escape the overwhelming sensation of your burgeoning orgasm. But he won’t allow it, steeling his grasp on your legs, keeping you firmly in place as he tilts his chin up, flatting his tongue.
The feeling of his thumb down to press into your clit as he pushes his tongue past your twitching entrance sends you over the edge, shamelessly creaming on his tongue as you slowly grind your hips, relishing in the way he works you through your bliss. The second the waves of pleasure subside you raise your hips, bracing your hands on the bed as you crane your head to watch him litter sloppy kisses along the insides of your thighs.
“I think,” you huff, “I need to return the favor.”
