Middle Earth || OS

1. Aragorn | Stolen glances to rings

Tumblr : kiatheinsomniac

pairing: Aragorn x Reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: NSFW content, smut, hand kink, vaginal fingering

hey!! would you be interested in writing something aragorn x reader where reader is really attracted to aragorn's hands and especially in combination with his ring and he catches them starting and smut ensues (preferably non established relationship but lots of sexual tension between them) thanks!! <33

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It had begun with a pure enough interest in his ring. The glint of silver metal and its green gem had caught your eye and you had wished to get a better look at the little piece of jewellery. However, you weren't exactly close to the ranger beyond being put into this fellowship with him. You had come to find eventually that the band was composed of two silver serpents, their tails framing the marquise cut green gem, the heads of the creatures flanking the little jewel.

But, your stolen glances didn't stop once your curiosity regarding the ring was satisfied. No, you came to find a definite attraction to the ranger's hands. They seemed so capale, worn in ways that hinted to the stories he was full of, skilled with a sword as they were with a bow and yet gentle in how he would examine the ground to check for tracks or forage for some extra food for the fellowship when possible.

His hands became something to daydream about and then morphed into something to fantasise about. You were sure that he had caught you staring more than once but you depended on the hope that he wouldn't suspect how easily aroused you would find yourself when looking at an attractive pair of hands that you were sure were more than capable of bringing you utter bliss.

Then again, he must have noticed for him to start giving you fleeting touches: first a hand on your shoulder, a lingering touch when he would hand you a pipe you were sharing, a pat on your leg as you were stretched around a campfire.

Speaking of campfires, you were supposed to be searching for some dry firewood while the rain pattered down thinly around you two, but you found yourself gazing at Aragorn's hands once more as you both walked side by side, a small pile of tinder in his hands while you had a smaller collection and a few dry cattails for kindling.

"For how long do you plan on staring without a word?" His words snapped you out of your fantasising and you hummed for him to elaborate. Only after the noise left you did you realise that you had been practically gnawing on your lower lip. "I have encountered a handful of women who enjoy hands very much but none so much as you." You didn't know whether to roll your eyes at the terrible pun or to burn up in embarrassment. Perhaps he only cracked the joke to try and make you feel a little more at ease. He shifted the firewood into one hand and offered out the one with the ring to you.

Rather shocked, your eyes flitted between his hand and his face in a silent question. Yes, there had been the fleeting touches, the way you would have to suppress a shiver when he would guide you in whatever direction with a little push between your shoulder blades, his fingers oh so gently trailing down your spine as he withdrew his hand, the way he would pat your thigh while laughing at some joke you had made while sat down smoking together but this was much more forward, so much more intentional. He pushed his hand out a little more, a silent gesture and you quickly crammed your firewood and cattails under your arm to free a hand to take his.

His fingers laced between yours and your entwined hands fell between you as you walked. Your breath almost hitched when you felt his thumb caress your knuckles and suddenly you were feeling very hot to have his fingers caressing your skin, no matter how simple the action may seem.

"You're shaking." He commented.

"It is... It's just really nice." Your voice had fallen to a whisper by the end of the sentence and there was a small smile of amusement playing at his lips at being able to affect you so easily.

"So, where is it that your mind goes when you stare at my hands as you do?" He quizzed and you felt blood rush to your face.

"Why do you ask?" You countered.

"Perhaps so that I can grant you your wishes." You stopped in your tracks, eyes wide and he stopped with you, looking over your face and smiling, "What? Is that not what you want?"

"It is but... I just... I assumed that you were uninterested or that... I don't know, you would find it odd that I like your hands, of all things, so much." You mumbled, unable to hold his gaze.

"Not at all." He replied before looking around briefly, "Come, let us sit for a moment." You allowed him to lead you by the hand until you found a more sheltered area with a fallen log where you both bundled up your firewood findings into your bag and Aragorn took out his pipe, lighting it and taking a long drag before passing it to you. As you took the pipe in one hand, he took your other hand in his once more, continuing to caress the back of your palm with his thumb before running his hand slowly up and down your forearm, watching how you trembled slightly, eyes constantly flickering between the pipe and his hand on you.

You almost spluttered when he reached up to bring his fingers under your chin, turning you to look at him as his fingertips danced over your cheek for a while before cupping under your jaw, holding you softly as he leaned in to you. His lips met yours slowly, experimentally, before coming back with more force. You set the pipe down and reached up to tangle your fingers in his brown hair.

What began as experimental and almost cautious quickly became heated and messy, tasting tobacco on each other's tongues and letting out a soft moan when his hand rested against your throat, offering simple touch without any pressure. His lips skimmed from the corner of your mouth to the curve of your jaw and then to your neck, tugging at the collars of your clothing and cloak to cover the flesh of your throat in messy kisses, being careful to not leave behind any telltale marks for when the two of you would have to return shortly.

With gentle whispers, he ushered you to lean back against the stump that was all which remained of the fallen tree you had set yourselves on and one of his hands cupped your cheek while the other hastily began untying your trousers, helping him with any belt buckles that were standing between him and your most intimate area.

You were surprised by the moan that you let out when his hand found its way into your pants, fingers delving into your slit to find the wetness already gathering there. He quietly shushed you, aware that anyone from the fellowship could be wandering around should they please. You turned your head and parted your lips to suck his thumb into your mouth, caressing the pad of it with your tongue and making him groan lowly as his fingertips began to caress your clit, smearing your wetness over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

He traded his thumb for two fingers pressing against your tongue, perfectly muffling all the moans and mewls that otherwise would have slipped from your lips. Your chest was heaving for breath by the time his fingers were pressing against your entrance, bucking your hips into his touch while your head fell back against the remains of the tree behind you.

"So warm..." He breathed out by your ear as he finally pushed those fingers into you and all you could do was let out a muffled moan. He began with a slow pace to ease you into things, to see what you were comfortable with before deducing that you were comfortable enough and you were soon moaning each time the heel of his hand hit against your clit, hearing the muffled squelches of your cunt taking his fingers beneath your clothes.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as that coil in your abdomen tightened, hands curling around the fabric of his cloak as he groaned softly at both hearing all your muffled noises and feeling the warmth of your mouth and tightening of your cunt around him. Your body shuddered violently as you came on his hand and he slowed down to help ease you through your orgasm, withdrawing the fingers from your mouth before the ones from your pussy. You allowed yourself a moment to catch your breath as he cleaned off his hands on a handkerchief and relit the pipe, taking a drag as he offered you some water. You quickly fixed up your clothes before gratefully taking the offered drink and then pipe.

"We should probably head back soon. The rain will only come down harder." He spoke after a moment, getting to his feet and offering you his hand to help you onto yours.

You no longer looked away when Aragorn caught you glancing at his hands once you returned to your little camp for the night with the fellowship.