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kirishimasensei · 1 year

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fairest of them all...

Summary: Don't you see it, too, darling?

WC: ~2.3k

WARNINGS: NSFW; MINORS, AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, Reader has a vagina and breasts but no pronouns or gendered language is used (please let me know if I missed something!), Mirror Sex, Making Love uwu, Descriptions of Feeling Shy and Embarrassed on the Reader's part, Suggestion of Body Image Issues, Husband Aone, Soft Manhandling, Reverse Cowgirl and variations of this position, Body Worship, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Strength Kink, Description of Size Difference between Reader and Aone, Unprotected Sex

A/N: Another commission completed! Thank you @forcefully-awoken for your patience with me, and I hope you enjoy this sweet little Aone piece!

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It was your idea. How did you become so shy all of sudden?

Straddling his hips, ass presented towards your husband, you keep your eyes down towards your hands. Splayed fingers pressed into the bed between his spread legs, clutching at the fitted sheet. His cock feels like it’s in your chest, but that’s not so unusual and you revel in how no matter how much you bounce your ass up and down, it never feels like it ends, never feels like it will slip out, only going deeper and deeper, knocking moan after moan out of you each time your ass slaps down onto his abs.

Your elbows tremble precariously when his hands grope the globes of each cheek, spreading them wider to see how you ride him. It’s embarrassing, but feels so good, too. He groans, deep and breathy and soft, big warm hands massaging your cheeks, gliding up the arch of your back, caressing your shoulders and then back down your flank. He’s tall enough that even when you’re turned and hunched away from him he can grab and massage your swaying tits while you work yourself up and down his shaft.

You glance back over your shoulder and moan, watching Aone gaze down at your ass, in his hands once more, spreading your cheeks to gaze at the way your pussy swallows his cock over and over again. His cheeks are bright red, blushing all the way down his chest that heaves with labored, pleasured breaths, his kiss swollen lips parted in reverence.

You can’t help but think he’s so pretty, blushing and shining faintly of sweat, his muscles flexing with his own little grinds up into you. How big his hands are on your ass, how strong they squeeze and pull and manhandle you when he’s lost in your pussy, too fucked out to realize that he’s not being as gentle as he was when this all started with sweet little kisses and you on your back.

When his eyes flick up to meet yours, you quickly turn away, suddenly shy, your pace stuttering when he squeezes your ass. You whimper, rocking and swirling your hips back onto his cock, head bowed low to avoid his eye in the mirror in front of you.

He calls for you, soft and shaky. A big hand strokes up your back again, thumb tracing your spine. You shiver, arching into his touch with a small sound, pace faltering into a rolling motion, back and forth on his cock, rocking it inside you. He moans with you, but your attempt to distract him doesn’t keep his hand from curling over your shoulder, that thumb brushing against the glistening nape of your neck. His other hand still rests on your hip, thumb stroking over your tailbone.

“Look at me, darling,” he pleads in a whispery groan. Curse his reach, you think when his hand wraps gently around the front of your neck, guiding your head up and pulling you down further on his length with the soft tug. You gasp, your hands come up off the bed, and you have to grasp his spread knees on either side of you for support as you’re guided upright. Your toes curl and fingers digging into his skin, eyes fluttering up towards the mirror, and meeting his impassioned gaze over your shoulder. You can’t hunch to hide from yourself or your body, from his gaze or his loving hold.

He sighs, his other hand squeezing your ass where it still rests, and says, “Y-You’re so pretty.” His thumb on your face caresses your warm cheek. His cock throbs inside you when he holds your gaze, and you can’t help rocking your hips, Aone’s big hand on your rear squeezing reflexively when your pussy clutches at him.

You whine, eyes fluttering shut, leaning into his palm. “Nobu…” Your tone is bashful, pussy aching, body filled with mixed signals. Desire, humiliation, passion, anxiety. “I-It’s embarrassing…”

He makes a needy sound when you close your eyes, and you feel yourself tugged backwards. You gasp, arching as if you’ll fall backwards. But Takanobu’s strong arms keep you upright, huge hands moving to grip your elbows together behind your back, forcing you upright in his lap.

“It’s true,” he insists, a little gravely whine in his throat that has you hiccuping, hands squeezing your biceps. “Look.”

It’s hard to look anywhere else but the mirror in this position. He holds you up on strength alone, sat upon his cock and fully naked. Body entirely on display in the warm glow of the single lamp in the corner of the room while he fucks up into you, slow and firm.

Each deep kiss of his cock punches a moan from you. He’s so big that you don’t even need him to touch your clit, the way he spreads you wide manages to stimulate all those inner nerves perfectly. And yet the sight in front of you is nonetheless entirely erotic and delightful, enough so to make your clit throb.

You see every curve and jiggle, every dimple and misplaced hair that catches on your sweaty skin, and yet you can’t help realizing you look ravished. Ravishing. You arch more for yourself, meeting your own eye before looking over your body, and Takanobu squeezes your biceps with a groan.

“N-Nobu!” You squeal, letting your head fall back, tits bouncing so rough it feels good. You find yourself tugged back, until you’re laid across his broad chest, your head resting limp on his shoulder behind you, eyes squeezed tight, head spinning from pleasure. But not for long.

Strong, comforting arms wrap around you, massive hands grope you. A big warm hand drags the fat of your breast up with its grip, until it slips free and those strong fingers curl lovingly around your throat. His other remains between your shuffling thighs, resting teasing and warm just above your aching clit.

"No." Aone is breathless in your ear, voice too deep to really whisper. Your mouth drops open when he tenderly grips your jaw, using his strength to drag your fluttering gaze forward once more. "Look."

“Takanobu…” Your tone is reluctant, embarrassment keeping you from looking at yourself in the big mirror mounted on the wall across from your shared bed. You’re splayed out on your husband’s broad chest, your legs spread around his thick thighs, his knees keeping you apart. You can see the reflection of light off of the wetness you’ve leaked everywhere, what’s been spread up your thighs and your tummy. Your pussy is on display, lips stretched out around Takanobu’s thick cock, which shines in turn all the way down to his heavy balls.

His cheek is hot against yours, and his gaze is something else. Molten, loving, crinkled in the corners with the weight of his desire for you. His hands trace your curves, so big and warm, rough from his work but so gentle with. He gropes lovingly at your tits, your waist, your mons, making you wiggle and arch against his big, warm chest, his heartbeat fluttering heavy against your back.

You hiccup, and reach up, mirror guiding your hand, to cup his other cheek, pressing him closer. His hand on your jaw pushes you closer, til your eye contact in the mirror breaks so that you can arch back and kiss him. It’s messy, clumsy when he’s still gently fucking himself up into you.

“D’you see it?” He asks, whispered soft and throaty against your mouth. “H-How beautiful…?”

His fingers on your tummy press into your skin, dimpling and pushing down on where his cock sits at home inside you, his fingers crawling down to finally touch your clit. It’s like a zap of electricity how needy those nerves are, your whole body jolting, your body warming. You make a muffled sound against his mouth, a mixture of pleasure and curiosity, breaking away with a gasping breath when you have to moan from the feeling of how deep he reaches, how it’s so easy for him to fuck you right.

Your head rolls along his shoulder, hips squirming with the tight pleasure building under his shining fingers on your clit, his huge palm pressing into your belly, thumb hiding in the crease of your thigh and hip. His stupidly big cock fucks you dumb even when he’s so gentle. Your head is fogged over, heart racing so loud that you would have surely missed his mumbled words if they weren’t right next to your ear, shooting goosebumps down your arms and thighs, pulling a delightful quiver from your whole body.

“Y-You’re the prettiest,” he moans softly in your ear, his gaze fucked out and holding yours in that massive vanity mirror across from your bed. “H-How you walk, talk, how you laugh. I-I’m so lucky. I’m so lucky you saw me, my love, that you w-want me.” His chest hitches, his cock twitching inside you, his fingers quickening on your clit.

“T-Takanobu!” You call, hand to your face in embarrassment, but a sizzling warm delight and love burning under your skin at his confession, eyes holding his in the mirror. You couldn’t bear to look away.

His arms are strong and hands are loving, gripping you against his broad chest while he rolls and circles his cock up into you. It’s impossible to keep quiet anymore, impossible to be shy when he’s so thoroughly fucked any and all worries from your brain, leaving you feeling limp and at his mercy, more than happy to be there.

“Always…” Aone’s breath catches, his throat bobbing with a swallow while he watches you back, his cheeks flushed red. “You’ve always been s-so pretty. You always will b-be. The p-prettiest.”

Your hips jolt and wiggle, a little whine escaping you. His praise zips through you, straight to your clit that’s firm and warm and aching so good under the roll of his broad fingers, four of them working at you and squeezing your cunt just the way you like it, the drag of the underside of his cock pressing up against those nerves from the inside making your brain melt along with everything else.

When you cum, you can’t do anything but gasp and shake in his hold, tits swaying with each quick breath and the heavy upward thrusts of his hips against you. You grip at his big forearms and arch, his strength easily keeping you from wiggling away. Aone moans low and shaky against your cheek, kissing away the single tear that drips down across his lips.

“So, so, pretty,” he breathes, hugging you close while working you through your orgasm until you’re pushing at his hand, the touches to your clit becoming overwhelming.

You’re left panting and dizzy against his chest, easy to manipulate. He moans again, a desperate sound. Big, warm hands grip behind your knees and pulls your legs up until your tummy tucks into itself, keeping you spread easily while he fucks up into you. You’re gasping, still reeling from your orgasm, holding onto him as best as you can–at his neck, at his forearms.

He’s blushing red, cheek pressed to yours, slick with sweat at his temple. A mix of yours and his. He looks in awe as he gazes upon your body in the mirror. How eagerly he admires your form. How he’s sawing in and out of you, thick and deep, his big hands digging indents into your thighs to keep you spread.

“N-Nobu,” you whimper, hand on his cheek. His eyes flick up to meet yours in the mirror. You gaze back at him in the mirror, drunk and in love, the shining and dripping split of his cock up inside you entirely in view. You arch for him, letting his cock hit deeper with his rolling, needy pace that has your toes curling, your whole body tingling with the rush of vulnerability and intimacy. “I love you!”

Takanobu gasps, his pace hiccuping. Both arms suddenly wrap tight around your limp thighs until they press together and your feet sway, crossed in the air. He hugs your knees to your chest to fuck up into you quick and desperate. Soon, his moans are laced with the loud smacks and pops of your pussy squeezed even tighter on him, so wet and full on his cock from cumming so hard.

You sob and grip his short hair in your fingers as you’re bounced mercilessly for his pleasure. Past your legs in the mirror, you can see how his cock fucks up into you and the weakened, loving gaze he holds for you despite how flushed his cheeks are.

“I love you,” he breathes back against your cheek, choking on his moans, eyes barely able to keep open to look at you. “I-I love you, I love you, darling–”

He cradles you against him while he finds his end, so tender and protective, his arms bulging where they’re pinned against the back of your thighs to squeeze you closer, his hold and gaze laced with a possession and love that makes you swoon. A whole hand gripping tight to your wet thigh, flesh squeezed between strong fingers in mindless praise of your form.

You’re a mess, you can see it clearly in how you sweat and pant and whimper mindlessly, but so is he. All for you.

His cock thickens and throbs, his pace sputtering out. Takanobu cums hot inside you with heavy groans and hazy kisses against your cheek with his nose wrinkled cutely through his pleasure, but you miss the wonderful sight of it fucked out of you, as his thrusts slow, thick pearls of it dripping down his length and smeared to the insides of your thighs, staining the sheets, his balls pressing up tight against the glistening crease of the backs of your thighs.

His eyes are holding yours in the mirror, and you feel beautiful.

#i love it i love it i love it i love this omg #aone #haikyuu

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