sonny

💋 you goodnight!

pairing ⁀➷ aaron (atlanta episode) x plussize!blackreader.

synopsis ⁀➷ it’s time for aaron to meet your parents. unfortunately things don’t go according to plan.

song(s) of chapter ⁀➷ ‘beautiful’ by mariah carey ft. miguel, ‘sunshine’ by babyface & ‘you got me’ by avant.

word count + warnings ⁀➷ 10.3k || no minors allowed, nsfw content, mature content. foul language, judgmental parents, southern parents, religious parents, alcohol usage(they drink a beer), talks of religion// beliefs in god, argument, differing views, mentions of bible, the lord etc, christian beliefs, reconciliation, pet names ( baby, babe, mama, ma, lady, ladybug) kissing, oral (m + f receiving), praise, fingering, a little anal play (😝) fingers in mouth, rough! aaron sweet! aaron, p in v intercourse.

an—yall favs are backkkk. yall know i cant help but write long fics when it comes to them, i love them baddd. pls read you guys, because this story will follow into the next update and i believe you all will really enjoy it!! i have an announcement coming within the next week, so keep a look out!! anyways, thank you all for the support and love!! i genuinely write this often because you guys make me feel so loved and i love yall right back!!

little notice about this chapter. i gave ‘your’ parents names as it would be easier to read. their last names are just the letter ‘a’ and aaron is a little more mature than the last fics—still the same guy yall love, but he’s a grown man due to passing time.

‘you’re beautiful and your mind is fuckin’ beautiful.’

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“you got everything?”

it’s a question that you’d been asked multiple times since this morning. aaron is standing at the entryway of the bedroom with the most father figure like expression you have ever seen. you’re on your knees folding the last of your items into a large suitcase, checking the nozzles to your skin care products, so nothing can leak out. you experienced that mistake one too many times before.

a three hour and thirty-minute road trip to your parent's home in savannah, georgia and aaron was going to officially meet them today. the thought almost made you vomit. you had no worries on aaron’s end—you knew how much of a good guy he was and had been, knew that he would remain respectful of you and your loved ones. your parents, though? you weren’t so sure. they could be a bit haughty when it came to certain things and you weren’t able to gauge how they’d behave tonight.

there would only be one way to find out.

“i think i do. i packed our pajamas, underclothes, toothbrushes…” you’re listing things off but something’s missing. you’re forgetting something.

“you got everything for your hair? bonnet? mousse? whatever the hell else you use.”

“yeah, it’s all in there. do you have anything you want to add to the bag, it’s still plenty of room.”

“i think i got everything. wish i could bring my playstation, though.”

it makes you snort. him and that system were practically attached. “anyway. help me carry this heavy thing to the car, please.”

aaron pushes away from the wall and joins you on the floor to fully close the suitcase and wheel it outside, you both walk the through the small hallway of your condominium home. after two years together, a shared college graduation and career paths that allowed you to live closer, you and aaron decided to move in with one another. it only made sense. you’d spent most of your time at aaron’s place, so much so that stacey practically lived alone. she didn’t mind one bit, fully able to bring her girlfriend over whenever she pleased.

a one-bedroom condo not far from where the both of you worked. it took a small amount of adjusting as you both grew up only children. you enjoyed the comfort of you and aaron’s home. he allowed you to decorate, knowing you wouldn’t stop begging if he hadn’t, but you didn’t go too far. your taste changed through the years and while you still enjoyed sanrio decor and trinkets, you decided to keep them at a minimum when it came to the living room and kitchen space. opting for modern yet cozy furniture with your favorite greenery surrounding.

you and aaron did continue to sleep with a plush kuromi stuffie every night, though.

that you refused to give up.

aaron has all of your luggage set in the trunk of his dodge charger. he stands outside the vehicle while waiting for you, phone in his hand, as he spoke to his best friend trey.

“i know niggas ain’t worried,” he laughs on the other end, turning off his hair clippers to look into the camera.

“man, i’m fuckin’ scared shitless,” aaron says it with honesty, shaking his head while trey cackles more.

he hadn’t expressed it to you yet, but aaron was worrisome of how your folks would perceive him. he wasn’t perfect, but he loved you, wanted to be with you for the rest of his life and he could only hope your parents would see it in y’all’s relationship.

in the span of two years, the four of you had only shared phone calls or messages with each other due to your parent's busy schedule with church and local work. a part of you knew that was factual and the other half knew they didn’t think this relationship was worthy of their time. it was harsh, but you were familiar with your parents—you knew how dismissive they could be.

“you gon’ be good. y/n’s parents gon’ love you, i can see it already.”

“nah, bro, this some whole other shit. you know, they the pastors from that mega church down in savannah?”

“central faith bapist church?”

“yeah, bro.”

“oh, nigga, you’re fucked.”

your parents were well known in the community, being the founders of one of the biggest black churches in georgia. although aaron hadn’t attended any of their services, he heard and watched online as they critiqued young men who dressed and behaved as he did.

trey’s laughing again, but the pit in aaron’s stomach refuses to leave. “y/n seem nervous too, she playing it off good though.”

“those her parents, she already knows what to expect from them.”

aaron watches from afar as you come down the outdoor stairs of the apartment building. “imma call you back, bro.”

you approach the car and place your purse in the front seat. he’s leaning against the vehicle with a nervous grin on his face, watching every move you make.

“what were you just doing?”

“me?”

“yes, you aaron smith. why are you acting so weird?”

you laugh in curiosity, standing before him as he toys with the ends of your curled hair. you’d spent the entire night wand curling and pinning your hair, making sure everything was right for the following day.

“can i be honest?”

“that’s all i ever want from you, ’ron.”

he huffs. “i’m nervous, bae. i’m scared your folks won’t like me. i don’t want them thinking i turned their daughter out. got her messing around with a bad boy and shit.”

“aaron,” you’re smiling with a small laugh on your lips. “it’s going to be fine. i’m nervous too, if that makes you feel any better.”

“yeah? you nervous?”

you nod. “just a bit, but i know you’ll make a great impression on them. they’re strict, but you’re a genuine person and i think that’s all that’ll matter to them.”

he couldn’t fathom the fact he made it this far. aaron wouldn’t have believed a single soul if they’d told him he’d be settled down with the girl of his dreams. meeting her parents? and actually being nervous about it? aaron couldn’t remember the last time his stomach turned at an upcoming event, but everyday spent with you made him feel that way. you kept him on edge but also calmed him. made his racing heart slow down with each slow blink from your pretty eyes.

aaron was scared out of his mind, but he’d cross any obstacle ten times over if it meant he’d meet you at the finish line.

“come on, bad boy, we gotta get going,” you tease, patting his stomach before walking over to your side of the car.

“you love this bad boy shit.”

“i do,” you purr, leaning over the console to kiss him once he’s settled into the driver seat. “a bad boy turning a good girl out? maybe they won’t be too mad at it.”

you had no clue how the ride to savannah was, as you slept the entire time.

gentle taps and calls of your name are the only reason you awake when you do. the vehicle is parked directly in front of a familiar long paved driveway. the georgia sun was still high in the sky, meaning it hadn’t gotten too late.

“we here, bug.”

you stretch, being careful not to rub your face, as you were wearing makeup. “you ready, aaron?”

“ready as i’ll ever be,” he chuckles. “you ready?”

“ready as i’ll ever be.”

“you think we should smoke real quick?”

“babe,” you deadpan.

“i’m playing, i’m playing.”

you exit once aaron opens your car door, helping you out before grabbing the gifts for your parents. you walk hand and hand to the front porch of the modern ranch style house. you’d grown up here and were used to the massive land, but aaron seemed a little more surprised.

“this fucking house…”

“‘ron, no cursing, remember?”

he covers his mouth as if it could make him stop. “shit, my bad. shit—”

“aaron!” you whisper yell, trying to help him cease the foul language. “baby, control it, please.”

you don’t even get a chance to ring the doorbell, as the heavy oak door swings open before the both of you. you yelp in surprise, but the sight of your father brings you to.

“daddy!” you squeal and jump into a big hug with him, laughing in excitement when his deep chuckle rumbles on your face. “i’ve missed you, so much, daddy.”

you were super close to your father. a daddy’s girl through and through. he was your best friend, the first person to show you how a man should treat you. he didn’t know it, but your father reminded you so much of aaron. both headstrong men, who were well respected by others. their careers differed, but their characteristics were similar.

“i missed you more, babygirl,” your father takes in the beautiful view of you before turning to aaron who continues to stand at the front door with a smile as he watches the charming father daughter moment.

“aaron,” he extends his large hand and aaron rushes to shake it. “nice to finally meet you in person, young man.”

“same here, sir. it’s an honor to be meeting a man like you.”

the thick mustache above your father’s lip curls upward at aaron’s words and you already know how this thing is about to go. “you all brought gifts?”

aaron looks down at the dark blue gift bag in his hand. “uh, yes. something for both you and mrs. a.”

“well, come on in, let’s get the both of you settled and see what’s in that bag.”

aaron enters the home and you walk beside him, following behind your father as he guides the both of you through the house.

“daddy, you and mom changed the couches?”

the three of you walk past the living room quarters and the new decor immediately caught your attention. you hadn’t been home in some time, but you remembered the furniture in the house previously.

“you know your mother,” he chuckles. “she can’t let the house set for weeks without wanting to change something.”

the home was still magnificent. dark cognac l-shaped sectional sofas, matching tufted ottomans and faux fur pillows and area rugs. pictures of your family hung high over the fireplace.

everyone’s feet continued to shuffle until you’re all in the kitchen, where your mother works away at the stove.

“katy, your daughter is here.”

it captures your mother's distracted attention, immediately turning away from the hot stove to greet you.

“babygirl,” she beams, drying her hands off on a printed hand towel before rushing to embrace you. “oh, my, how i’ve missed you, doll.”

“missed you too, mommy,” you peck her soft check. “say ‘hi’ to aaron, mom.”

and she doesn’t say it upon request, instead taking a second to look over your boyfriend while he tightly smiles.

“nice to meet you, aaron. good to finally see you in the flesh.”

“yes, pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

he sticks out his hand, but your mother brushes it to the side, pulling him into a hug instead. “we southern, boy, give me a hug.”

it’s one of those older black women hugs and aaron can’t refuse it, chuckling behind her head as she squeezes him.

aaron can see it. can see how you have both of your parents features. your mom’s endearing eyes, gentle voice and aura mixed with the moles and marks you father had scattered over his face and arms. he can also see how they created such a lovely young woman. someone so kind and caring due to the calm environment she’d been raised in.

“my goodness, you are tall, aaron. i did not expect that. what’s your height, love?”

“i believe i’m 6’5, last time i checked.”

her mouth is wide as she laughs. “ha! he’s taller than you, stan.”

“ma,” you chuckle, rubbing your dad’s shoulder. “leave him alone.”

your father was about six feet, but aaron definitely stood a few inches over him.

“yeah, yeah, let’s see if he can handle a propane grill. come on, young man, we outside.”

you’re taking a few steps to aaron, holding his hand as you speak. “are you gonna be okay?”

“yeah, i’ll be good. mr. a got me,” he smiles.

you nod, letting his hand go, watching from the kitchen counter as he and your father exit out the side patio door.

“he’s handsome,” the tease in your mother's voice, is what makes you shift. “you got a good eye, just like your momma.”

“momma, please,” you laugh, shaking your head and crossing into the kitchen to wash your hands at the sink. “what do you need help with?”

you scan over the stove and watch as pots of covered food boils and bubbles, gifting you a delicious aroma of burned cinnamon, melty cheese and smoked turkey parts.

“i’m actually almost done, doll, but you can set the table for me. pull out the good silverware and then get some glasses from the cabinet. i made your favorite sweet tea for dinner tonight.”

you listened, accustomed to setting the table for previous sunday dinners. you fold table handkerchiefs and set them neatly before each seat at the table.

“oh, wow. you weren’t playing, huh?”

katherine laughs, the tight curls from her natural hair bouncing as she moves. “hey, i just wanted to make a good impression for the guests.”

“i’m not mad at you, ma’am, do your thing.”

the nostalgic sound of pots and metal spoons clanking together sounds throughout the kitchen and dining room while the both of you tend to your tasks.

“so…” katherine sings and you know how nosy your mother could be. “how are you liking things? how is it having a lil’ boyfriend now?”

“why do you and daddy call everything lil?”

“i mean y’all are younger than us, so we view you all as little, but don’t try to shift subjects, missy. i asked you a question.”

you’re searching through the drawer to collect perfectly shined dinner utensils as your thoughts float off to the last two years spent with aaron.

“it’s been wonderful, mom. i honestly can’t complain. aaron is real sweet, he’s a great person, truly.”

“he treats you right?”

“more than right. aaron treats me like a princess, he makes me feel like the only girl in the world.”

she hums, shaking some black pepper into the steaming pot. “that’s nice to hear. how is it with you two living together? is he messy like your father is?”

“actually, he isn’t. aaron might be more of a neat freak than me. he has us on a routine for who cleans what throughout the week.”

katherine laughs. “so you hit the jackpot, is what i’m hearing. perfect height, gentleman and he keeps the house clean?”

and you really did. no couple was flawless—you and aaron both had moments of stress when it came to the other, but you both made sure to come together at the end of the day to have a reasonable conversation. communication was a major aspect in your relationship. aaron didn’t believe in going to bed mad at each other. while you were more conflict avoidant, aaron made it his duty to converse of what troubles transpired between you two. he forced you to be honest with him.

real and raw, always.

“in a way—yeah, i did.”

you watch from the marble dining table as aaron and your father work on the smoking grill. he seemed to be okay. your father didn’t look as if he were putting him through the ringer.

“how you eat your steaks aaron?”

“um, well done, maybe. i not a big steak fan, sir,” aaron laughs nervously as stanley flips a hunky piece of t-bone steak on the seasoned grill. they’re standing on the side of your family home, watching as the grill burns and smokes, wafting the delicious seared steak and husked corn.

“well done?” he asks incredulously. “you must like eating leather shoes in your spare time as well.”

stanley laughs so rambunctiously, it actually makes aaron jump. his nerves were on fire right now. he knew the reverend of the local georgia church wouldn’t cause harm, but the thought of him fucking something up was what weighed on his chest.

“you drink, young man?”

aaron doesn’t know if that’s a question he should answer truthfully. the pastor drank? “um-“

“beer? do you drink beer, aaron?”

he didn’t, but if it would calm his nerves some, aaron was more than willing. “yeah, yes, i do.”

“look in the cooler over there and grab two miller lites.”

aaron listens, opening the red igloo cooler to a twelve pack of beers tucked underneath a bag of ice. aaron fishes for two and hands the other to mr. a. he cracks open the lid on his and takes a quick sip, continuing to turn the steaks, before he speaks again.

“you know you’re the first boy my daughter has ever brought home?”

“yes, sir, i do.”

“you know how serious something like that is? she’s in her mid twenties and i have never even heard her speak on another guy. that is, until you—aaron smith came along. you’re all my babygirl talks about,” it causes aaron to smile, mind drifting off to you. “so i wonder what makes you so special. what makes you different from the rest of the cats out there?”

and aaron wants to laugh at the old school lingo your father uses, but he swallows the laugh down, quickly clearing his throat as he formed an answer.

“to be fair with you, mr. a, there ain’t much. i’m just like any other young man you may know. i have my flaws—i’m nowhere near perfect, but i do love y/n. i love her more than i love myself at times if i’m being honest—but she makes me search for that love, makes me feel like i’m worth it. i don’t take the care she has for me lightly. i understand just how privileged i am to be with a woman like her.”

that was aaron’s testimony. it wasn’t easy to say to your father as they’d just met today, but aaron could only be truthful. it still got to him sometimes—the luck bestowed upon him to have a girl like you in his life. a true ray of sunshine, beaming to help him grow to his full potential. your mind, your heart and overall being were the epitome of beauty.

“mhm,” stanley grunts. “you rehearsed that answer, boy?”

aaron snorts. “straight from the dome, sir.”

the sliding glass door of the patio clicked close as your father and aaron emerge from the other side. you smile and aaron raises his eyebrows at you, holding a tray of charred cobbed corn in his hands.

“you can set it on the table over here, aaron.”

he listens to your mother and sets the hot tray down, turning back to you when he’s done. “you good, ladybug?”

“yeah. you okay?”

“i’m perfect.”

you’re leaning into his chest and he’s caressing your back, fingers pinching at a roll on your side.

“‘ron,” you groan, pulling away. “you always do that.”

it’s not intentional. aaron just couldn’t keep hands off you. you were so soft and lush all over. his hands always found a way to touch on you no matter what.

“you two are adorable,” katherine brushes past again, gathering the rest of the dinner items. you back away from aaron shyly, not wanting to display such affection in front of your mother. “i see you guys matching and all.”

“y/n picked out our outfits.”

aaron wore a black collared shirt with a white long sleeve underneath, while you wore a pink button up and black blouse. you were going for something casual but cute at the same time. you didn’t want to exactly match, but leaned towards something in similarity.

“you would think with an outfit like that, y/n would put on some pants to cover up some,” katherine laughs and shakes her head.

she says it like a joke, but you knew she meant it. you loved your mother, but she could be so judgey at times. making comments on your size, clothing and personal decisions. they bothered you more when you were younger, but you were an adult now and whatever choice you made, she would have to live with.

you don’t have a chance to give a response because aaron is already speaking on your behalf. “it’s still warm out, mrs. a. you know georgia weather, hot one day and raining the next.”

he chuckles and your mother agrees, starting up another conversation about the current climate, while aaron winks over at you. he had your back no matter what.

the dining room becomes filled as four bodies join at the table to hold hands in prayer. all heads are bowed and stanley speaks before everyone.

“father god, we want to thank you for this delicious dinner, we are about to receive. we ask that you allow this food to nourish our bodies. we ask for you to bless the beings that prepared this meal and for you to keep your hands over everyone sitting at this table tonight. in jesus name, we pray, amen.”

“amen,” you all respond in unity.

“now, everyone, dig in. please help yourselves to whatever your heart desires.”

the array of food is otherworldly. fried chicken, collard greens, baked mac and cheese, candied yams. you could go on and on. you missed a nice home cooked meal from your parents, used to cooking for yourself or aaron’s attempt at dinner which mostly consisted of frozen chicken nuggets and white rice.

“do you want me to make your plate, aaron?”

you offer because he was the guest in your parent's home. it seemed like the proper thing to do, but aaron refused.

“i’m good, babe. make your plate.”

you can feel both katherine and stanley’s eyes on you and aaron, watching as you two interact. they were taking down mental notes.

“how are things going at your school, y/n?”

you scoop some greens onto your plate before answering your mother’s question.

“it’s been great. i’m beginning to build a relationship with the students, they’ve started to open up to me more.”

“that’s nice. how is the salary, are you able to take care of all your finances? because you know how they pay teachers out this way, it’s close to nothing.”

your career as a school counselor was rewarding in every sense. after obtaining your degree in english, you were in a position to help middle school students navigate their complex feelings during turbulent times in their lives. you’d always been a very insightful person, able to read others emotions well and give advice you thought was best. kids, though? it wasn’t exactly a cakewalk in the beginning. preteens were tougher, they held a harder shell than adults with all the growing hormones and stuff. but through promotional school flyers, sit downs during lunch and meeting with them at their level you were able to gain a rapport with the 11-14 year olds, allowing them to confide in you for guidance.

“the pay is good. i can handle my big girl responsibilities and still have something for myself on the side.”

you decided against telling your parents about you and aaron’s financial splits. he paid portions to certain things and let you help out whenever. he was firm on him paying the big bills. it was best to keep some things to yourself, as it kept your relationship with aaron strong.

“how about you, aaron?” pastor stanley asks, speaking up for the first time in a while. he cut into his steak and bit a piece from his fork, awaiting an answer from your boyfriend.

“sir?”

“you got your degree in gaming, right?”

aaron swallows a glassful of katherine’s sweetened lemonade tea.

“not quite gaming, sir. i’m a software engineer. i develop, run tests and design software systems. i’m freelancing right now, but i work with companies who hire me for a certain amount of time.”

aaron was smart, calculated. in both his profession and in socialization. you watched as he spoke with your father and it gave confirmation that you’d picked the right man to be in a relationship with. he knew how to turn it on and off. knew how to make a good impression, while remaining true to himself.

aaron’s love of technology led to his current career. he made a decent amount of money with each job he took on, no longer reliant on selling weed and working at a tech store, but instead focusing solely on making money from a full time position. he’d always excelled in school and found the work to be rather easy. becoming a software engineer was just another skill he collected along the way.

something had to change. your parents had been asking questions all night. it was now your turn to pry into their lives.

“daddy, how’s things at the church? everything going well?”

“business as usual. you know how it goes. you’d be able to see things first hand if you attended service, you know.”

you shrug, collecting some syrupy yams onto your fork. “i can only watch the live videos right now, daddy. i’m still swamped with work and my everyday life.”

“y/n,” he shakes his head, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “there should be no such thing as too busy for the lord. he makes a way for you, you should do the same for him.”

it’s reminiscent of when you were a child and wanted to hang out with friends, but were instead forced to attend bible study after school.

“the lord knows my heart, daddy. he sees how busy i am.”

your response earns a grunt of disapproval from your father and a small chuckle from aaron. the table grows eerily quiet and all eyes shift towards your boyfriend.

“something funny, aaron?”

and it’s as if aaron didn’t realize he’d made a remark. he looks around the room confusedly.

“i’m sorry, sir?”

“something funny?” your father repeats, elbows on the table. “i thought i heard you say something.”

“daddy-“ you try to interject, but aaron interrupts.

“nothing’s funny, i just—i just find it kind of crazy that we put so much on one person.”

“who? on my daughter or on the lord?”

aaron shakes his head, preferring not to get into a debate with your father. “forget i said anything, mr.a.”

“no, no, no, we’re talking, we’re having a conversation. please finish your sentence.”

you’re silently pleading with aaron to not say anything else, wide eyes and a serious look on your face. you knew how far this conversation would go. your father was deeply devoted to god and was willing to go to bat with anyone who disagreed with his sentiments.

aaron sat up straighter. “both, sir. both your daughter and the lord.”

“please explain further, i’m intrigued to hear what you have to say.”

“stanley, let it go. not tonight, honey.” katherine holds on to her husband’s folded hand and hopes he’ll walk away from this battle, but his vision is focused on aaron.

“i just think y/n works hard. she stays after school to help with children that aren’t hers, helps her friends whenever they need her, and still finds time to maintain our home. if she can’t attend church every so often, it shouldn’t be held against her so strongly, but that’s just my opinion, sir.”

your father chuckles. quick and airless. “my daughter is well aware of her obligations with the lord. she’s grown up in a household where church is first priority—anything else comes immediately after. no job, associate or lil boyfriend is going to change that.”

lil.

there was that word again.

“lil boyfriend?” aaron snorts. “alright, mr. a. you got it. forget i said anything.”

you only exhale for a second, thankful that they were letting this argument go, but your father speaks again and any relief you felt quickly vanished.

“let me ask you, aaron, what is your relationship with god like? do you believe that there is a higher power, young man?”

you prayed aaron wouldn’t respond and would instead finish eating the crunchy chicken your mother fried.

you should’ve known better.

“i don’t believe in a god, sir.”

those words held enough strength to make the entire foundation of your family’s house crumble.

“and there it is!”

“stanley,” your mother calls.

“there it is! you don’t believe so you want my daughter to follow in your footsteps.”

“daddy, stop, please,” your voice is useless compared to the bass of these two men.

“i don’t make y/n do anything that she doesn’t want to. i don’t feel the need to control her, she’s a grown woman with her own identity.”

aaron wasn’t lying. not once did he make you feel less than for believing in a god. he hadn’t grown up the same way you had, but aaron never judged.

he had it a bit rougher. raised by a single black father who instilled beliefs that differed from yours. it hardened him. he didn’t have a motherly touch to soften the blow of this cruel world, which led to him not following in a faith of a god. he was unconvinced in all the mumbo jumbo of a lengthy man made book. he held his perception of what religion was.

“it’s funny,” your father's cadence is similar to the one used when he stood at the church’s pulpit. he didn’t realize this was home and not sunday service—that you all were family and not wayward sinners looking for reformation. “before you came around, my daughter had plenty of time to attend church, it seems now she wants to keep up with you and your lifestyle.”

“my lifestyle? what the fuck does that mean?”

aaron’s foul language makes your eardrums ring. it didn’t bother you when he cursed at home, but here and now? you were ready to crawl under the kitchen table.

“take it however you want, young man. i smelled it on you from the moment you walked in here.”

aaron’s smoking dwindled over the years, but you and him still got high whenever work days were stressful. you two worked hard and deserved a little smoke when necessary.

“stanley, you need to cut it out. that is enough now,” your mother’s threats fade into the background as her husband and aaron tussle in a cold stare down.

you don’t know what to do, looking between the two most important men in your life as they’re at odds. so much alike. you’d always said they were similar in nature and standing firm on their words were just one of the many ways they were the same.

“aaron, please. let’s go outside for some air, please.”

he gazes down at you, almost forgetting you were present and that he wasn’t in enemy territory. aaron always held up a strong defense. he’d been hurt one too many times in the past and refused to let anyone treat him that way again. but you…you molded this man into putty. he got so delicate when it came to you. he’s so close to snatching you up and storming out of this damn house. unfortunately, it’s the next words your father spills that ends dinner sooner rather than later.

“and you expect me to give approval for a marriage, you’re out of your mind, boy. absolutely not!”

marriage?

the metal chair aaron sits in slides across the floor with a harsh scrape. he stands tall and glares at your father, heaving hotly with a reddened face and before you know it you’re all standing.

“what’chu trynna do? you gonna fight me in my own home? that’s what you want, aaron?”

“stanley! sit down!”

“aaron! please, baby, let’s go outside, please!”

aaron’s stone-cold silent. icy eyes burning with rage. you hold onto his arm and try to pull him away, but he’s bigger and stronger than you. it’s nearly impossible.

“aaron, aaron, please listen to me, please.”

you’re on edge, praying no hands get thrown, but it’s aaron who does nothing. unclenching his balled fists, he scoffs at this entire chaotic situation before rushing to make his way out of the house. you tremble in fear as the front door slams shut.

“stanley, you have completely lost your mind!”

“katy, i do not want to hear it,” he dismisses your mother. “that boy came into my home and disrespected me. what the hell else do you expect me to do?”

“not act the way you just did. you oughta be ashamed of yourself.”

katherine exits the room as well, footsteps retreating to the patio for some air. it’s just you and your father in the kitchen now. your heart pounds as you’re completely and utterly heartbroken.

“babygirl,” he reaches out to touch you, but you don’t allow it, pushing his hand away while looking up at him in disbelief. “so you’re mad at me too, huh?”

“daddy, how could you? how could you treat aaron like that? he-he hasn’t done anything to you, yet you acted so cruelly towards him.”

“y/n that boy started with me. he disrespected your father and the lord.”

“he’s not a boy, dad, stop calling him that. aaron is a grown man and you should treat him as such.”

your father smacks his lips, waving a hand as if this conversation were beneath him. “please.”

“i cannot believe you right now. you know how much i love aaron, and this is how you behave towards him. you treated him like scum on the bottom of your shoe.”

“you love him?” his eyebrows touch as he frowns. “what in the world could you possibly know about love, girl? this is just a silly lil relationship that will pass in the years to come. you and that boy know nothing about love.”

that’s how he really felt.

any other action provided by him earlier was all for show. this—this was your father's true feelings.

“you still think i’m a child. you still think i’m that little girl who used to run around here, but i am a grown woman, daddy. i know what i want from this life, i know what brings me true happiness and it’s being with aaron. whether you like it or not, i plan on spending the rest of my life with him and i’m not letting you or anyone else stand in the way of it.”

‘girl, you taste so damn sweet, you got me.’

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hours past. aaron had taken his car and went on a drive. you couldn’t help but be worried as y’all were stationed deep in georgia, these parts weren’t the safest at night. you’d been calling and texting his phone all evening, hoping he’d respond in some way, but you received nothing.

your parents were both upstairs in their bedroom. they’d always been early sleepers. the kitchen was cleaned after a disaster of a dinner and you now lounged in the living room area of your family home. you wanted to be the first to see aaron when he came back. he’d been the fighter in this relationship. he’d been the one to mend any problems you two had, it was now your turn to do the same for him and much to your luck, the front door creaked open, revealing your boyfriend.

the house is dark, with only the table side lamp illuminating his shadowed footsteps. you breathe in, quickly rising from the couch to check on him.

“ ‘ron,” your voice is feather-like. “ ‘ron, are you okay?”

he’s able to pull a smile, holding your face in the palm of his hand. “yeah, my head is just—it’s been a long day, bug. i ain’t mean to leave you and shit, i’m sorry.”

aaron was usually the one to stay and work things out, but he had to get out of this house before things went further than necessary.

“it’s okay. i know that today has been hard on you and i want to apologize for how everything went, you didn’t deserve any of that.”

“why you apologizing? you ain’t start all of this, y/n.”

“i know, it’s just—it’s just i brought you here and i-” he cuts off any blame you may have for yourself.

“you brought me here to meet your parents, that’s it, that’s all. how you supposed to know things would go off like they did.”

a man. even after all that occurred, aaron didn’t have anything ill to say. you truly had no words for him right now. the only thing you can do is tuck your head into his chest when he brings you into a hug.

“do you want to go somewhere else. maybe a hotel or something?”

you weren’t sure if he was comfortable staying here after the mess that happened moments ago.

“nah, it’s late as hell. i don’t want you outside at this time of night. we gon’ ride it out here.”

“yeah. okay, um, we can probably take the basement?”

you would’ve bunked in your old bedroom, but it was much too close to your parents and you preferred not to disturb them with running showers and whispered conversations. they’d been obnoxious all throughout the day, but it didn’t mean you had to be an asshole right back.

you lead aaron through the hushed home, trailing downstairs until you reach a closed door.

“you trynna kill me for messin’ with your dad?”

“shut up,” you roll your eyes, expelling a small giggle. pushing open the door, you turn on a nearby light and display a basement that looked much like a mini house.

it’s decorated modestly. a few pictures of iconic black figures displayed about, a section of leather recliner chairs and a giant flat screen tv mounted to the dark wall.

“it’s the family room, i guess. they haven’t had many people spend the night through the years, so i’ve been down here a lot.”

aaron helps as you pull the queen-sized murphy bed from it’s chest. you fluff out the blankets and pillows.

“there’s a bathroom right next door. you wanna shower first, babe?”

“yeah, imma run outside to grab our stuff and then i’m going to hop in.”

the minutes pass as you and aaron prepare for bed. bodies both showered and teeth brushed, now laying next to each other as the distant sound of white noise played on the tv nearby. it was the only remedy to help you sleep, and aaron didn’t seem to mind it either.

“i just remembered what i left at home.”

you can feel the rumble of aaron’s chuckle as you lay on his chest. he smelled like dove bar soap and you smelled the same as it was the only wash you packed for your trip down here. “what you forget?”

“my retainers,” you sigh. “i’m supposed to be wearing them every night.”

you’d recently gotten your braces removed and while the hectic and sometimes painful braces experience was over, the tedious task of wearing a retainer quickly came to take place.

“knew you was gon’ forget something. one night shouldn’t do too much damage, tho.”

“i hope not.”

you shift in the bed, leg resting on top of aaron’s as he holds you tighter. “do you want to talk about it, ‘ron?”

you hear the air he releases. he’s tired and it’s evident in his groggy voice. “not tonight, bug. i just want to get some rest for now.”

you understood. there would always be tomorrow morning when you could have a debriefing. you try to go to sleep, but the day continues to play around in your head.

“i just want you to know that i love you, aaron,” you sit up from his chest, needing him to know how you truly felt. “i love you, regardless of what anyone else says or thinks. i know what we have and i know exactly who you are. no one can change my mind.”

he’s watching you, arms folded behind his head as you give kind words, healing whatever injuries he’d received from your father and anyone else who’d hurt him in the past.

aaron doesn’t have a response initially, only able to tug on your face to press your mouth to his. once, twice, three times. they’re small, cute pecks, but he holds your forehead to his when he’s finished.

“i love you too, baby. you don’t even know how much i care for you.”

you really didn’t. aaron was unable to put the feelings into words.

“do you think we’re going to hell?”

you made him laugh. “long as you’re with me, i’ll be straight.”

you smile onto his mouth, smooching soft pink lips while a smacking sound emits from the both of you. kissing was one of your favorite things to do with him. aaron was a great kisser, who’d taught you a thing or two in the process, like slipping in a little tongue during the heat of the moment.

aaron groans and you giggle. “what’chu doing?”

“what?” you’re playing clueless as you suck on his bottom lip, manicured nails scrapping along his bare, wide thigh.

“aye, don’t do that, baby. not here, not right now.”

you’re surprised by his refusal. this nympho was turning you down?

“why not?”

“we at your parents crib, y/n. they got all these pictures of malcolm x and shit hanging up.”

you pout. “i’m sure malcolm won’t mind.”

“baby,” he sighs. he wanted you too. there wasn’t a time when he didn’t, but tonight didn’t feel appropriate.

“we’ll be quick, just let me get some, ‘ron.”

he can’t do anything but stare at you, glaring as you shimmy in the bed, lowering yourself until you’re near his groin area. he’d grown hard beneath gray drawers, wearing only a pair of those, as he hated being fully dressed for bed. while the end of your flower printed nightgown began to rise above your hips as you arched into the air.

he’d deserved it. deserved some head and so much more. your fingers wrap around his clothed dick and you kiss him, holding his length to your gorgeous face. aaron’s lifting from the bed, watching intensely as you tease him.

“you playin’. you ain’t bout it for real.”

he had no faith in you. the skepticism in his voice is what forces you to go full throttle, pulling his big dick from his underwear without a single rebuttal to follow. you suck him down immediately, opening your mouth fully as he glides down your throat with ease.

you’d gotten better at giving head in the last few years, now able to keep him in your mouth without gagging. aaron’s in shock each time, though. hissing and grabbing at your satin scarf while you stay there constricting around his dick. when you do come up, it’s with a cough and a string of spit following. you used the lubricant your lips created to jerk along his shaft.

“aww—fuck, baby. get that shit, girl.”

he’s encouraging as you stroke him, wrist flicking when your focus on the tip of his dick.

“you’re so big, aaron.”

you make him groan. gorgeous eyes and puffed lips staring up with endearment, unaware of how much power you possessed over him.

“so handsome, baby.”

and he was. the room is fairly dim, but you could easily spot this man in a packed out concert. his toned chest, long arms and strong neck all for your viewing as he lay in this bed resembling a sexy male model. his dick deserved it’s own category. caramel bronzed skin along the shaft, protruding veins circling around, while the head of his dick is a muted rose color. the tip leaks with precum each time you remove him from your lips.

you’re taking him down again, giving yourself a chance to breathe as you exhale through your nose some. you keep your mouth around the top half of him while your soft, dainty hands stroke the lower end.

aaron’s reaching out to touch you, extending his hand to smack your raised ass, causing a shock whimper to flow from your mouth. you moan around his dick, moaning out “mmmm, mhm, mhm” when you feel his fingers tug back the bikini lined panties you’re wearing.

“you wet as fuck already,” aaron notes the gossamer of slick retracting from the inside of your panties. you created a puddle just from giving him head and the excitement of doing an activity this risky at your parent's place.

the knuckle of his finger nudges against your entrance. he’s teasing you now, giving only a little bit of pleasure as you try to rock back into his touch.

“uhn, uhn, stay right there,” it’s almost a warning.

you come with a wet pop from your lips. “‘ron, put them—put them in me, baby.”

“you be rushing. what i tell you ‘bout that?”

slow and steady was how aaron preferred things. you did as well, but your excitement got in the way sometimes, leading you to believe you could handle more than you actually could. you’d gotten better over the duration of the relationship, able to take him without such a struggle, but there were still times you needed to pace yourself.

“aaron, please, i need you, want you in me.”

he chuckles darkly. “which one is it, you need or want it?”

you clench around the smooth side of his finger as he gives you just a tiny bit, thumb now swiping along your slick opening. you’ve given up on keeping him in your mouth, much too distracted with your own need. selfish. kittenish kisses all you’re able to give his hardened dick as he continued to throb in your hand.

“both, baby. want and need you.”

“you fuckin’ greedy, that’s why.”

you gasp, mouth drawn upwards when he inserts his long middle finger. “don’t be mean, ‘ron.”

you’re helpless. his little baby. and aaron is unable to deny you, placing his opposite hand on the lower part of your back as his finger fucks you further.

“that pussy so muthafuckin’ pretty,” he compliments, craning his neck to get a good view of your drenched cunt.

you’re pulsating around his digit, pink folds encasing him completely. like a flower petal or something close to it, you’re holding him tightly. so much so that aaron’s thumb makes it way to your asshole. it’s rough. the friction of his thumb and the tautness of your hole, but it makes you moan out, squeezing around him as both fingers work in unison.

“ooh, yes, oh my —‘ron, just like that, just like that.”

it’s babbles as you moan out, jaw dropped open as you indulge in the feel. you’re practically drooling on his lap as he adds another finger to the mix, sitting up in the bed to push you down more. you’ve allowed him to take all control, uselessly gripping his thigh while his fingers piston in and out of you.

“yes, yes, yes,” your voice is hushed, shakily you reach up to cover your mouth as the first orgasm crashes into you. you’re shivering as you climax onto his hand, dribbles of your cum falling onto the sheets while aaron fucks you through it.

he pulls his fingers out once he’s sure you’re entirely finished. aaron tugs you by the back of your nightgown, placing you right before him as he now kneels on the bed.

“suck it off, taste that shit.”

he doesn’t have to repeat the command because instantly your tongue is swirling around his two fingers, moaning in delight as you gaze up at him.

“you so fuckin’ bad,” it’s a loving tap that aaron sends to your face. serious yet gentle. “your badass got your folks thinking it’s me. they just don’t know.”

he leans down to kiss you, grabbing both sides of your face to make you give duck lips, instantly earning harsh suckles and groans from him as he’s able to taste your pussy on your tongue.

“love you, baby. love you so much, aaron, you’re all i want.”

“fucking love you too, mama. want you forever, want that pussy forever, don’t need shit else.”

he gets so intense when he’s like this. cursing, foul language and actions, but you know that he loves you. you know, this is how aaron is. a gentle giant in every sense of the word.

he forces you to turn away, placing your backside towards him, full ass raised as he puts a helpful arch in your back. condoms we’re no longer apart of the routine. you and aaron actually stopped using them from the day you started. trust and birth control were the only defenses you kept on hand.

“hold that shit. don’t move, okay?”

you nod, willing to do whatever he asked of you, awaiting his actions when you feel the tip of his dick prodding at your entrance. it brings the moan you swallowed back to surface when he gives you just that. just the tip, little by little. bumping it into your pussy a small bit before retracting completely.

“‘ron, don’t—don’t be so mean, baby.”

he ignores you, continuing on with his previous actions. he’s focused and you know it. you can’t see him, but you’re sure his light colored eyes are squinted and that lump in his throat is bobbing with every move he makes.

“aaron—“

“mhm,” he grunts, answering wordlessly.

“please move, baby, can’t wait anymore.”

“let it sink in, ma. let it work.”

it’s almost like it happens on it’s own. you don’t push back and aaron doesn’t pull forward, but you cry out when his dick slips inside, stretching you open in a way you can’t forget no matter the situation.

“just like that, yesss,” your moans flow into the sheets as you hold your head downwards. “aaron, you feel so good, baby, feel so, so good.”

“that’s you, that’s this wet ass pussy gripping me,” aaron smacks one of your ass cheeks almost as if he were frustrated. “fucking love being inside you.”

it never got old. the feel of you, your whimpers or the mind-blowing faces you made—aaron never got enough. he always found something new to try that would bring you close to the edge.

aaron begins to drop his hips, dick sliding into your squelching pussy with slow precision. he loses himself in you, not focusing on anyone or anything else, but you’re well aware. despite the pinned position you’re in, you attempt to keep your voice down.

you’re faceplanted as you moan out, bringing a shaky hand to your chest to squeeze your own tender breasts. “you’re—you’re so deep, ‘ron. oh, my godddd.”

“you fucking taking me, you taking me so good, girl.”

it’s like a drug, almost. you claw helplessly at the sheets for any kind of help, but quickly get distracted. there’s a noise. far away, but it sounded like someone was moving around upstairs. this house was here before you were even born and it creaked on a constant, but you were sure one of your parents was awake.

“‘ron, ‘ron, wait, wait, wait,” you’re reaching back to push him away, but aaron snatches your hand, bending your arm away from him as he prevails in the assault of your pussy.

“baby, baby, i think i—i think i hear something.”

he laughs and it’s at you. “that’s too fucking bad. you wanted this shit, throw that ass back on me, come on and wet me up.”

“aaron, please,” he’s not letting up, hips smacking your ass with every heavy thrust he makes, keeping rhythm with the flow of your bouncing ass. “oof-ooh my god.”

you’re conflicted. between getting away from him or allowing your boyfriend to continue plowing into you. the hand you used to massage your breasts inches higher and you bring a hand to your mouth, trying to quiet yourself. it’s almost impossible. muffled cries from you, low grunts from aaron and the most obscene, sloppy noise from the both of you.

“you—you, ‘ron, i’m-“ you can’t put the words together, always speechless with every action aaron takes. he knows this, knows how much your breath is taken away when he switches the pace in his strokes.

“you can’t even get that shit out. you so focused on cumming, you can’t even speak.”

“yeahhh,” you whine, “get me there ‘ron, want you so bad—badly.”

“you got me, you know you fuckin’ got me,” he means current and future tense, you were his forever. both of his strong hands press into the lower half of your back while he humps his dick deeper.

you could care less about any noise your parents might hear because the tears forming in the corners of your eyes are a signal you’re about to cum and aaron’s not too far. he’s gone silent, holding the buildup in until he could no longer.

aaron cums first. hips pulling away as the orgasm and you clenching at the same time might be the end of him. his breathing is rough and shallow, tugging on his dick as he spurts his nut on the expanse of your back, holding a wad of your night grown in his closed hand.

you think he’s finished and you start to move around, but aaron’s on your case instantly. he keeps you in position while he knelt before your pussy, placing his face into your cunt to lap at your throbbing clit.

“oh, yesss,” you practically smother yourself when you whine into the mattress. “yes, yes, aaronnn.”

he’s sucking on the nub unforgivingly, wide tongue able to eat at you at once. from your slit down to your clit, aaron laps at all of you until you’re vibrating on his face. you’re seeing stars from how hard you orgasm, riding his tongue until the touch becomes too much and you have to scoot away.

aaron’s grabbing you to kiss your lips for the final time tonight, roughly expressing a, “i fucking love you, girl.”

you’re officially tired. now resting back on aaron’s chest as he caresses your backside. the slowed pace of his beating heart and the steady hum of white noise bring you close to sleep, but a thought from earlier pests with you.

“‘ron?” you call.

“hmm?”

“today with my father, i heard him mention something about approving a marriage. it was right before you left.”

you’re asking for clarification because you weren’t sure if you were the only one to hear his comment.

“hm,” aaron hums once more.

“aaron,” you warn, knowing he hadn’t fallen asleep that fast. “stop playing.”

“we talking about all that in the morning, remember?” he brings you into his embrace more, not answering the question, but instead forcing you to lay with him as you both go to sleep.

‘i’ve never felt so right, no. want you for the rest of my life.”

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the morning came and went. you hadn’t woken until twelve o’clock in the afternoon. tossing around in an empty bed, you awake to see aaron was gone. you quickly get yourself together, putting on actual clothes and washing your face, before taking steps through the house to find your family and boyfriend.

you’re on the edge of the stairs when you look to see aaron and your mother in the living room on the couch together. they share a genuine laugh and don’t even notice you until your footsteps are heard.

“oh, good morning, sweetheart,” your mother beams to greet you. she’d fixed her face in her usual makeup look, a routine she never missed, no matter the day. “i was just showing aaron some of our photo albums, come, come, come.”

you follow your mother’s directions, taking a seat between her and aaron, he grips onto your shoulder just because. any way to touch you, aaron was going to.

“and right here is my babygirl’s first spelling bee. she won first place this day.” she flips through the vintage album, showing an old photo of you. you present a toothless grin, holding up a certificate earned from spelling the word ‘rainbow’. you were in second grade, times were simpler.

“is that aunt clem, momma?”

it’s a picture of one of your elders holding a bottle of wine to their mouth as they drink straight from the container. it looked like a family reunion setting.

“chile, yes. i don’t even know who took this or how it got in here.”

aaron snorts and you giggle, watching as your mother goes through the album more.

“you know another reunion should be coming up soon. i believe your great-grandmother mable is turning 103 this year. it would be nice if you could make it.”

“would you come with me, ‘ron? you can meet all of my family and my cousins. they do this big outdoor fish fry and we play games all night. it’ll be really nice.”

aaron’s in just a little bit of shock. “you want me there, ladybug?”

“yes. i think the rest of my family will want to meet you.”

just as you finish your sentence, another being enters the room. it’s your father. he’s dressed in a button up and slacks, always a dapper fellow.

“good afternoon all.”

you don’t respond, but aaron does. “good afternoon, sir.”

“how is everyone? what are you all doing?”

your mother answers, while you watch as he crosses the room. “going through our photo albums, nothing much.”

“that’s nice,” he hums, waiting only a few seconds before saying something else. “aaron, can i speak to you please?”

and like the respectful man he is, aaron stands immediately. you check with him first before allowing him to leave. “you gonna be okay, aaron?”

“i’m good, babe. just give me a minute.”

you and your mother watch from the couch as the two men walk down the hallway and enter the office together. “momma, what do you think they're talking about?”

“i don’t know, girl,” she laughs at your nervousness. “your father is probably apologizing for how he behaved last night.”

“apologizing?” the word was foreign to your father. “mom, you think daddy is apologizing to anyone, let alone aaron?”

she’s closing up the photo albums, stacking each thick book on top of each other. “i have no clue, but i guess we just have to wait and see.”

you don’t have to wait too long because your father is calling you into the room as well. you stare over at your mother while she shrugs and takes a sip from her hot mug.

“is that the coffee we got you guys?” you remembered the gift of vietnamese coffee blends you and aaron purchased for them, as they were avid coffee lovers. you searched for something simple yet unique as a gift for them.

“ooh, yes, honey, and it is fancy. me and your father really like it.”

they were supposed to wait for you to open the gift and guide them, but you can only chuckle at your mothers excitement.

your feet begin to guide you, while your mind is elsewhere. was he about to banish you from the house? kick you out of the family will? or worse—had he and aaron shared heated words once again.

you enter the room to aaron sitting on the chair before your father, while the patriarch sits behind his mahogany desk, a matching chair underneath his bottom. they both look over at you with normal expressions. no one seemed pissed.

“yes, dad?”

“please sit, babygirl,” you listen, hands behind your back as you cross the room to sit down beside aaron. “i was sitting here with aaron and we just had a wonderful conversation. i apologized to him for my behavior last night, and i want to do the same with you.”

you blink in surprise. he was apologizing.

“i am deeply sorry for everything that happened at dinner, babygirl. you didn’t deserve any of my terrible behavior. you brought aaron here to meet with us and i let my own selfish ways stand between it, and for that i apologize.”

your father rarely apologized. only a few times in your life had you heard the words. maybe after an argument with your mother or repentance from the lord, but he was a man of few apologies. the incident that occurred must’ve done a number on him.

“it’s fine daddy. i appreciate your words and i appreciate your apology.”

he claps, chuckling heartily. “i couldn’t get any sleep last night as i kept thinking about yesterday. it ate me like crazy.”

your cheeks heat as memories from last night flood you. you stare straight ahead because staring at aaron would make you burn with anxiety after the time you two shared.

your father continues on. “i saw how much you care for aaron and how much he cares for you, and…i can’t stand in the way of that. what you two have is something i ain’t never seen before, and i can only hope that you hold on to it. don’t let me, you mother or anyone else convince you other. i was hard on you both, but just know i approve of any decisions you two make for yourselves—marriage, mortgages, children.”

you must’ve been swooped into an alternate reality. children? your father was accepting grandchildren? you hadn’t even thought about having any kids, but the thought didn’t necessarily bother you. a few babies resembling you and aaron running around the neighborhood?

it sounded…quite beautiful, actually.

pairing ⁀➷ plug!aaron (atlanta episode) x plus-size!blackreader.

synopsis ⁀➷ a hiccup in you and aaron’s relationship brings the two of you closer than ever.

song(s) of chapter ⁀➷ ‘baby, i’m ready’ by levert, ‘in a good way’ by faye webster & ‘comfortable’ by h.e.r.

word count + warnings ⁀➷ 8.6k | 18+, nsfw content, no minors allowed! foul language, use of the n word, angst, an argument (nothing too hostile), mentions of cheating, crying, slightly insecure reader, rekindling, pet names (baby, babe, bae bug, lady, ladybug, ‘ron) talks of meeting parents, mentions of strict upbringing, mentions of racial identity// finding community, alcohol usage, showering (they do it together), kissing, tongue kissing, praise! admiration! dirty talk! oral (both receiving), virginity loss! protected sex, gentle aaron! nervous reader! inexperienced! reader, squirting! chile i hope that’s all the warnings😭

part 1 & 2 of ‘deserve’ here! & here!

a/n - its here you guys!! you all were going to tear me apart if i didnt post this, but i needed everything to make sense, you know? i truly hope you all enjoy because this one is a little longer than the other parts, but it remains entertaining throughout! so yeah! thank you all again and enjoy! ps. when reader says ‘ron she’s saying it like ren, get it? good!

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‘baby, i know you deserve the best and i can’t keep treating you like i did the rest.’

you and aaron were going steady.

an old-fashioned term, but you liked the phrase—thought it fit the two of you perfectly. you spent time telling aaron about your small encounters with guys during your youth. told him about how you never experienced any real relationships and wanted to take your time getting to know him.

aaron understood—or least you thought he did.

a few days prior, the two of you seemed inseparable. he’d taken you to the store and helped grab things for you and stacey’s home. aaron didn’t mind spending the day with his girl, picking out candles, cleaning supplies and groceries.

you assisted in bringing items inside his apartment, joined you in putting them away, and lingered around while you cleaned up. he thought his place was already clean, but didn’t judge when you began to tidy up. he knew how women could be. he took a seat on the couch and watched reruns of whatever cooking show was already playing.

“so, they just let this nigga talk to them any ole’ kind of way?”

he hollers out to you while you’re in the kitchen organizing the cabinets contents. “he’s a highly regarded chef, they know not to disrespect him.”

aaron chortles. “he’d never get in my face like that, i can guarantee it.”

you chuckle, shaking your head. folding paper grocery bags in half, you finish with the cleaning, finally sitting beside aaron to relax for the first time in the day. he attacks you immediately, going to caress and kiss you. this thing between the two of you was never enough—he never got enough of being around you, soaking in your presence and gentle ways.

“what’s your plans for the rest of the day?”

aaron shrugs, rubbing his hand down the side of your thigh, lingering over the dimple there. “no clue. i ain’t got no drop off’s or nothing so i’ll probably stay here with you for a while longer. you wanna smoke?”

“maybe,” you smile. “i haven’t smoked in a while now.”

“yeah, we can order something to eat…blaze up…touch on each other.”

you break into laughter, pushing him away. “aaron, you’re so bad, i can’t believe you.”

“hey, you bring that shit out of me, what can i say.”

you giggle, pecking his lips. “we just went shopping, we should probably cook something at home.”

“ordering out is easier, ain’t it?”

“but is it healthier?” you shimmy out of his hold and stand to enter the kitchen. aaron sighs out as he misses your presence but allows you to leave anyway.

“we got rice…black beans…some corn,” you’re searching through the cabinets. “there’s plenty to make. maybe homemade chipotle bowls?”

“we’ll have to look for a recipe and some mo’ shit. i can just pick us something up.”

“aaron-” you cut your self off as you stare down at a shiny particle on the floor of the kitchen. it catches your eye as it lays on the shiny tile surface. you pick it up and squint as you try to observe what it could be.

it looked like the piece to an opened condom wrapper.

“don’t you usually get gauc in your bowl and on the side, bae?”

you’re baffled as you walk over to the living room where aaron lays, typing into the uber eats app for food. he is oblivious to your discovery.

“i’ll probably go pick the food up, cause they be trynna skimp you when you order delivery,” he continues to ramble, not noticing you standing there with fire surging through your body.

“aaron, what’s this?”

he moves his phone over and stares at the item in your hand. “i can’t see it from all the way over there. what is it, bae?”

he’s smirking, but you find nothing funny. “it looks like a condom wrapper, aaron.”

“what?” he’s sitting up now. “a condom wrapper?”

“that’s what i just said. why is there a condom wrapper in your house, aaron?” you roll your neck, skin growing hot and hands beginning to shake.

his head is thrown back in confusion, aaron scoots forward to grab the golden foil piece from you, but you don’t allow it. “baby, how am i gonna know if you don’t let me see it?”

you ignore him, asking another question. “did you have sex with someone else, aaron?”

he couldn’t believe this to be true. someone had to be messing around. he pauses for a second before laughing a little bit. “you and stacey fucking with me, ain’t y’all?”

“this is not a prank, aaron, i’m not playing games. did you have sex with someone else, yes or no?”

aaron’s serious now because he realizes you aren’t playing and this wasn’t a stupid joke on stacey’s behalf. “that’s a dumbass question, y/n. why would i go have sex with someone else, you’re my fucking girl.”

he reaches out for you, but you pull away. “aaron, i thought you didn’t let just anyone in your house?”

“i don’t. you already know that, baby. i legit only let you over here.”

“but there was a condom wrapper on your floor, so i’m confused.”

“i don’t know, y/n, that’s what i’m trying to tell you.”

“when was the last time you bought a pack of condoms?”

aaron squints, staring off as he tries to figure out what’s going on.

“you can’t remember the last time you had sex with another girl, aaron? you’re keeping up with that many people that you can’t keep track?”

he chuckles and it’s not at you but at this crazy situation. “i’m not having sex with anyone. at all. i haven’t even thought about another girl since we started talking, bae. i haven’t bought condoms in months now that i think about it.”

he’s trying to hold you, reaching out to grab your waist but you don’t allow it, crossing the room to get some air. you inhale but it feels like someone is smothering you, like they’re yanking away any oxygen you gather before you can get it down fully.

you didn’t do well with confrontation. you lived a quiet and peaceful life. stayed to yourself and had a few select friends. you enjoyed the seclusion of being alone and tried to invite aaron into the tranquility, hoping he’d enjoy it just as much as you, he instead brought the bullshit right to your front door.

“i should probably go.”

“baby,” he’s aghast at your words. “why are you leaving, i haven’t done anything. i ain’t fucked nobody else, i don’t even know how that got in my house. it’s probably a fucking ramen seasoning packet or something.”

your face is on fire, a lump forming in your throat as you swallow. you were about to cry, and you hated crying. very rarely did you unless you were pushed to anger. this was something different though.

this was your first heartbreak, and these were tears of pain.

“y/n?” he’s still so gentle—highly puzzled, but still the sweetest he’s ever been to you. “y/n, baby.”

“aaron—aaron,” you choke on the words and scorching tears leak from your eyes.

aaron’s on you without hesitation. he’d never seen you cry before, not once in the entire six months of y’all’s relationship. this was something new and he couldn’t stand by and let it ensue.

“baby, don’t cry, please don’t cry,” he’s holding you and you’re fighting not to linger in his touch. “i haven’t done anything, i fucking swear on my life. i wouldn’t do you like that, you have to believe me, y/n.”

you’re processing it, but only one thing crosses your mind. “you couldn’t wait for me, aaron?”

you understood he was a man and had sex long before you came into the picture, but aaron made a promise to you—a silent and undocumented one, but he vowed to wait for you, vowed to hold off for as long as you needed him to.

“babe, i wouldn’t do that to you, i wouldn’t betray you like that—that’s not me. you know me, you know my heart, you know how much i feel for you.”

you’re turned away as he speaks to you, staring directly into the side of your face. “please, aaron, let me be by myself for a little while. i—i need some time—need some time to think and clear my head.”

he knew how this thing went. you’d shut him out and move on with your life. aaron knew that you’d close this chapter and he’d never play a part in it ever again. he couldn’t allow it.

“y/n don’t leave me, baby. please hear me out.”

“aaron, i don’t want to do this with you.”

you take a step backward, and aaron follows, not giving any space between the two of you. “don’t leave, y/n, you gotta believe me. i’m not lying to you.”

you quickly snatch your phone and purse from the coffee table and try to speed run to the door, but aaron’s there before you get the chance. he’s faster and taller— an entire foot over you as he holds the door closed.

“bug, that’s not from me, i fucking promise you,” he calls you by the nickname he’d given you a while ago. a shortened name for ladybug, stating you brought positivity, good luck and love into his life just as much as a red and black beetle did.

“please, let me leave, aaron.”

aaron spent the entirety of the next day trying to figure out how something like that could wind up in his home.

aaron may have been the campus plug and viewed as a playboy to others, but when he was in a relationship with someone—his focus was solely on that person. he’d only been in one other serious relationship, and even then, things couldn’t compare to his time with you.

aaron cared for you.

he never imagined waiting six months to have sex with a girl, but each day spent with you showed he could wait that and then some. you kept him entertained and excited from simply being your beautiful self.

he wouldn’t switch up on you.

you’d been too good to him—too sweet and patient. he wouldn’t dare. aaron kept replaying the past few days in his head, struggling to remember all that went down. and that’s when it hit him. aaron tried calling you, but you sent him to voicemail each time. he decided to take a trip over to your place to handle matters in person.

he knocked at the apartment door for a few minutes before stacey rudely greeted him. “yeah, nigga, what the fuck you want?”

“is y/n here?” aaron ignores her.

stacey keeps the door cracked, speaking to him from the opposite side. “yeah, she here, but i don’t think she wanna talk to you.”

aaron bites his lip and scoffs. “stacey, open this goddamn door, i’m not playing with your little ass.”

she ponders, toying with the door handle. “prove to me you deserve to be here, get on your knees and say “stacey is the realest bitch on campus and she can ice a lace front like no other hoe can.”

stacey was sure there was a mix up in some way, because this whole thing seemed so weird. stacey knew how much aaron cared about you. she could tell in the way he laughed at your jokes, how sentimental he got when asked about you and the slight shift in his demeanor—almost as if he’d matured in the span of y’all’s relationship.

she loved the sight. loved seeing the two of you happy with each other, but also enjoyed fucking with aaron whenever she could.

“stacey, stop playing with me.”

“oh, you must not want to come in here,” she laughs.

“i’m beating your ass when i get inside, stacey i promise you.”

aaron and stacey are going at it as he tries to enter the apartment. it continues until you emerge from the bedroom, hearing two familiar voices bickering.

“what’s going on, stace?”

aaron can hear your sweet voice in the background. he leans in closer to the cracked door to speak. “y/n, baby, please open the door.”

you and stacey have a muffled conversation for a brief moment before the door latch opens, previewing the sight of you. you’re dressed in a gray sweatshirt, dark grey leggings and a pair of fuzzy blue socks on your feet. your arms are crossed over your chest as you stare at him.

aaron melts.

you were fucking his head up.

the simplest actions, glances, words and aaron is ready to bow down to you. the once stone-cold weed plug now held the biggest soft spot for the beautiful, kindhearted girl before him. he cared for you so deeply that he couldn’t imagine life without you by his side now. you were apart of him. which was why he had to make things right.

“close your mouth before a fly gets in it, boy.”

he brushes past stacey, nearly knocking her over and she swats him in the back of his head. he stands before you and he despairingly longs to touch you, but didn’t want tensions to escalate.

“y/n, can we talk…in private, please?”

“aaron, i don’t know—“

“just let me show you something, babe. it’s important.”

you’re unsure, but you allow aaron access into your bedroom, leading the way as you both approach the cozy space. you’re meddling with the strawberry decorative pillow, despite the bed being neatly made already. your nerves are bad and you’re expecting aaron to confess to messing up and having sex with another girl.

“the wrapper came from a tea package,” he stands near the doorway waiting for a reaction from you, but you only roll your eyes and start to push him out of the room.

“you think everything’s a joke, aaron, i’m not playing with you.”

he’s wiping the grin off his face as he pulls the gold foil packet from his pants pocket, along with the torn piece you found. your eyes lower as you try to figure out what the hell he was holding. black and jasmine tea blend. they match perfectly.

“it’s from that tea kit you got in the mail a few days ago. remember, you came to my house and tried to get me to drink some. i dug in my garbage can to find the other piece of the wrapper.”

it’s coming to you slowly but you soon realize what aaron’s talking about. the kit came with multiple teas in different colored packages, which was why you didn’t recognize the discarded label. you feel so fucking foolish. you sit on the bed and hold your face in the palms of your hands as you groan.

“aaron,” you sigh, wiping your tired eyes. you hadn’t gotten much sleep in the last few days. “i’m so, so, so sorry.”

he hugs you, wrapping long arms around your waist, kissing the top of your head. “it’s okay, lady, you good.”

“how could i be so stupid, aaron, how could i accuse you of something so terrible?”

“it was the heat of the moment, i get it. i wouldn’t know what to do in a situation like that, either.”

you’re both quiet. aaron sways you back and forth, thumb rubbing across the skin on your arm. you’re content. inhaling the scent of fresh detergent and weed smoke from the fleece pullover he wears.

“i’m not used to this. not used to having someone around for this long, someone wanting me just as much as i want them—it’s all so new to me, aaron. and it’s not an excuse to blame you for any wrongdoings, but i really feel like i don’t know what i’m doing sometimes.”

“you don’t have to do anything, y/n, don’t you know that? there’s no rulebook for this shit. simply being yourself has me falling for you more and more each day. i know it’s tough, i know it’s an adjustment but we can learn from each other and go from there, that’s all we can do.”

“i just don’t want to be too much for you aaron. i think that one day you’ll get tired of me and want to deal with someone else—someone who isn’t so timid and emotional. a girl who can satisfy you when you need her to.”

he pulls you away from his chest and stares daggers into your eyes. aaron’s baffled—completely unaware of the emotions you kept tucked away. he knew you were a shy girl and highly sensitive, but never in all the months of you two dating did he think you felt this way.

“a girl to satisfy me? bug, i chose you—i wanted to pursue things with you. if i wanted someone else, i wouldn’t be here, i wouldn’t be fighting so hard to keep things together with us. i fucking want you, y/n. i want you when you’re scared, when you’re nervous, when you’re unsure—i want all of you, don’t you understand?”

it makes you emotional. nodding slowly, you answer his question. he rests his face against yours. you blink, causing two tears to fall from your eyes and onto his cheeks, he holds you tighter when you let out a sob.

“it’s okay. don’t cry, baby.”

“i’m sorry, aaron.”

“stop apologizing. you’re good, girl.” his rough thumb wipes away the fallen teardrops before he kisses both sides of your face. “let’s go out, get some air for a while.”

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‘i didn’t know i was capable of being happy right now, but you showed me how.’

you and aaron stand in a record store and combined library tucked away between a korean restaurant and a tailor store, sat this cozy little gem. you'd been to this part of town a few times before, but never had you seen this record spot. aaron found it and thought you’d enjoy a day of book and record shopping.

you flipped through crates and baskets of vinyls, stopping at the most familiar and interesting ones. a few classics sat tucked underneath your arm while you searched for more.

aaron stood in the grunge section of the record store, admiring as you scanned numerous vinyls. nirvana, green day and alice in chains all sounded nice, but the sight of you was just enough.

80’s house.

90’s r&b.

00’s pop hits.

you go to and from, geeking out over every physical piece of music. he couldn’t deny the joy of seeing your face when it came to your favorite music. he could only imagine the excitement when it was time to pick out books.

meanwhile, you were torn between the two. unable to decide which item would be a better choice.

mariah carey’s ’butterfly’ or janet jackson’s ‘velvet rope’— 1997 hits from two of your favorite artists.

both cd’s weigh in your hands as you try to decide. aaron stands by your side, watching as you’re dramatic about the choices presented.

“i can’t pick. they’re both such classics!”

he chuckles, scoping over outkast’s’ aquemini’ album. a legendary atlanta duo. aaron was definitely picking this one up. he didn’t even own a cd player but was positive you’d kindly share yours with him.

“just get both, don’t overthink it, i got you.”

“really?” you beam. “thank you, babe, i truly appreciate it. i never got a chance to listen to this kind of music growing up. my parents were very strict about secular music and stuff of that nature.”

you’d talked to him a while ago and told him about your religious upbringing. your parents were stern and didn’t allow nonsense of any kind, which was part of the reason as to why you’d were so shy when it came to relationships. your parents forbade you dating throughout your teen hood, which followed into being an adult.

“what did you usually listen to?”

“gosh, i can’t even tell you how many bebe and cece winans songs i’ve heard in my life.”

aaron laughs and you join, eying a barry white cd as you two head towards the register. “you think your folks would like me?”

you turn to him with a surprised expression. “you want to meet my parents?”

“i mean, it’s nothing crazy, we don’t have to do it anytime soon if you don’t want to.”

“no, no, i would love that, aaron. i would totally love for you to meet them. i think they would like you a whole lot.”

he nodded, grabbing your items and sitting them on the counter. “then we’ll go from there.”

the next stop was the nearby restaurant. a korean hot pot and bbq place you heard a little about, but never had time to try for yourself. it would be both you and aaron’s first time here.

it was aaron’s first time trying korean food, altogether.

and you could certainly tell.

you two said a quick prayer before eating, which was something you always did and it made aaron smile each time because he loved how faithful you were. but he still held reservations for this hot pot place.

“this shit is silly.”

“aaron,” you giggle. “babe, please try some before you shut it down.”

he shrugs. “i just don’t see why we gotta cook our own food and pay for it, we coulda cooked at home.”

“oh, now we can cook at home?” you’re referring to your previous statement days ago and aaron laughs as you smirk over at him.

you flip a thinly sliced piece of beef over the hot plate stove, allowing it to quickly cook on the opposite side. you use your chopsticks to stir some sriracha sauce into your bowl of ramen, before twirling the contents onto your utensil.

“i don’t like spicy food, bug, you know that already.”

you can’t stop giggling at aaron, as his face is drawn to confusion. he respected all cultures and their cuisines but his palate was limited to a 10 piece lemon pepper wet and a large peach punch on the side.

“it’s barely spicy, aaron, i promise. it’s just to give it some taste,” you pick up the beef and pair it with the ramen noodles, holding a plate underneath to bring the food to aaron’s lips.

he eats from your chopsticks and chews slowly before nodding his head in satisfaction.

“exactlyyy, don’t be so quick to shut things down, babe.”

he’s still chewing, “make mines the same way you made yours.”

you’re on it immediately, happy that he was willing to try new things. you start pouring and mixing ingredients together to create a steaming bowl of ramen aaron will enjoy.

“you know,” you begin, working your hot pot magic. “ever since you mentioned meeting my parents earlier, i’ve been thinking about meeting your dad.”

aaron swallows the last of his food, picking up a piece of meat from the stove and popping it into his mouth, not caring about the temp.

“you wanna meet my pops?”

“i would like to.”

aaron told you about his past and the struggles growing up mixed. a white mother and black father, but hardly being with his mother and raised primarily by his father. he spoke a little on the troubles with his racial identity. how he hung with mostly white kids and rejected black culture completely. it took some life altering experiences for him to find the beauty in his opposite half—the side others found reckless, ugly and dangerous—he began to see positives with, began to see there were blessings in the adversity.

currently a student at a hbcu, aaron created a family in peers his complexion and darker before finding the perfect girl. one who understood his complexities and wanted to be with him through it all.

“i think my father would love you, ladybug.”

“yeah?”

“i’m positive of it. you’re a good girl, he’d want someone like you for me.”

“awww, baby,” your knees bump into his under the table. “you’re too sweet to me.”

“no such thing as too sweet with you.”

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‘touching’s makin’ me feel a way.’

you’re both shuffling through your apartment door, removing jackets and shoes as you head upstairs to your bedroom. quiet and cozy. dim lighting from a bedside lamp and the flickering flame of a champagne toast bath and body works candle.

aaron’s sitting on the love seat tucked in the corner of your room, holding a stuffed animal you have placed there. “what’s it called again?”

“soju,” you explain as you try to open the bottle of alcohol purchased at the restaurant. you waited until you were both in the confines of your home before consuming, as you didn’t participate in drinking and driving.

“it’s alcohol?”

“a korean one and apparently it puts people on their behinds when they drink it.”

“yeah, right,” aaron smacks his lips and reaches to open the bottle because you obviously couldn’t. “i’ve drank some of the strongest shit. this little ole’ bottle can’t do no damage.”

“only one way to know,” you clink the bottle with his and giggle as he shakes his head at your antics.

the drinks flow through the both of you. now stuffed with spicy ramen and sweet soju that makes your eyes lower. aaron’s feeling it as well, despite the dismissal he’d given the drink a bit ago. you hold him and sway back in forth in his arms, the soft tunes of one of the albums you picked up earlier playing in your bedroom.

“you haven’t kissed me, ‘ron,” you mutter into his chest, eyes closed as the alcoholic beverage worked a number on you. “haven’t kissed me in days. i thought you were gonna kiss me at some point.”

aaron blinks, realizing you two hadn’t engaged in physical intimacy in a while now. “i’m sorry, mama. i’ve been so busy trying to fix things with us.”

you raise your head and pout. “want you to stay the night, want you here with me, ’ron.”

aaron missed the nickname you’d given him, missed hearing you call him that all day long.

“stacey, not gon’ trip?”

“i’m sure she won’t mind.”

“she gon’ chew my fucking head off when she gets back.”

you both enjoy a genuine belly laugh. aaron’s fingers fiddle with the cloth headband around your hair. it still sends shivers down your spine, his touch and presence forever making you weak.

“baby,” you whine and aaron knows just what you need, knew when you get pouty like this that you want him to take care of you.

“talk to me, bug. tell me what you want.”

“want you to kiss me, please, baby.”

“so needy. you missed me?”

“yeah,” you sigh. “missed you so much.”

aaron lowers his head to reach you and you’re practically vibrating in place, eyes immediately closing as you’re anxious to soak in the moment. aaron holds your face and kisses your lips. soft, prolonged—he keeps you there, needing you to feel him. to feel the love radiating through his body as he held and kissed you. your lips clash and tongue brush along each others. you’re tipsy, unable to kiss properly and basically eat aaron’s lips as you two engage.

“make me feel good, aaron. need you so badly.”

aaron groans when he feels you brush your chest against his. “wanted to make tonight about you. don’t want you to think i only want sex, babe.”

your teeth click when you kiss him. “don’t think like that at all, aaron. i want to try—want to try and be with you tonight.”

you’re not the best at expressing yourself when you’re distracted, but aaron slowly picked up on what you meant. “you want to try, y/n? want me to take you tonight?”

“yes,” you nod. “i think i’m ready—i’m ready for you.”

“i don’t want you thinking you have to do this, baby. i don’t want you rushing if this is not your true intentions. we can continue to wait, babe, i don’t mind waiting for you.”

aaron wasn’t sure if this was outside pressure and overthinking creeping in and making you feel this way. he’d hate to move too fast and ruin this great thing you two have going.

“i want it, aaron. i don’t need anyone else, baby, i only want to be with you.”

virginity was a social construct and it truly held zero weight in the real world, but aaron knew first hand how important this was for you. he knew how long you waited to find the perfect person to be with before you were fully committed and he’d been by your side for nearly seven months now. he would be your first. first kiss, first love, first time. a hefty title, but aaron was more than willing to carry.

you’re kissing him. holding his face as you kiss his cheeks and lips. aaron smiles at your excitement and you kiss the dimple there. the soju might’ve been mixed with something else.

“baby, i need you to be comfortable before we start. i gotta make sure you’re ready. is there anything you want me to get?”

“we need condoms, aaron. do you have any?”

he laughs, thinking of the previous debacle you two had days before. the soju seemed to make you forget. “nah, but i can run and grab us some. you’ll be okay while i’m out?”

you nod and bite your bottom lip. “yeah, but don’t take long, aaron.”

“i won’t. i’ll be right back.”

a twelve minute trip and aaron is back inside your apartment. a single rose, a box of ferrero rocher chocolates and pack of condoms in hand. he entered your bedroom with the items. you’re laid out on the sofa, sleeping soundly and aaron can’t help but chuckle as he approaches you.

“ladybug,” he whispers, leaning over to kiss your forehead, which makes you blink softly as you awake.

“hmm?”

“you sleep on me, baby. i got you some things from the store.”

“awww, aaron, you didn’t have to.”

“i wanted to.”

“thank you, babe.”

your eyes glare over to the condoms. you seem a bit more sober now all thanks to a nap. “we ain’t got to if you—”

“i haven’t changed my mind. i still want to spend the night with you.”

he inhales, because this was all on him. it would be aaron’s duty to make tonight worth your while. “what do you want to do first?”

you think. “let’s shower. together. we need to be comfortable.”

aaron chuckles as the two of you tango in the misty shower. the space seemed big enough when just you and stacey used it, but aaron’s staggering height put the area to shame.

“is it too hot, aaron?”

“nah, i’m good, girl.”

your usually shy demeanor began to fade as you spent more time with aaron, now comfortable enough to be undressed in front of him without it being in a sexual manner.

“you don’t got no other soap, baby?”

you’re handing him the caress white peach bodywash to use. “no, i’m sorry, aaron. it smells good, though babe, look.”

you open the bottle and allow a whiff, “it’ll make you smell pretty.”

“you’re a trip,” he kisses the top of your nose and you lather a washcloth with the soap. bubbles form on the towel and you bring it up to aaron’s chest.

“want me to wash you?”

he shakes his head. “yeah, and i’ll wash you after.”

you agree, beginning to trace his neck and shoulders with the soapy towel. aaron’s tall so you have to stand on the tips of your toes to fully clean him. he keeps his eyes on you as you scrub him clean. you left him awestruck every time. the moment intimate but also endearing. although, his dick was growing hard at your gentle hands, his heart continuously clenched at your tenderness.

you truly cared for him, wanted to be with him and wanted to build a future with him. the significant thought made him lightheaded. aaron’s not sure if he’d ever been loved like this from anyone before you. he’d never been coddled and adored without conflict or heartache, but he was willing to try. willing to put his fears and selfishness aside to create something remarkable. you made him feel whole. made him feel complete from the very moment you two met.

he loved you.

aaron hadn’t said the words out loud, but the feeling banged around in his chest so fiercely, he thought he’d explode.

it’s moments later that you two stand back in your bedroom, both undressed as only a cotton towel is wrapped around your body. aaron’s completely nude, thick dick and toned legs out for your viewing. you don’t even have time to apply any body lotion, because aaron is on you instantly.

pulling you by the front of the dry towel and it has you giggling. “baby, you okay?”

it flips like a switch, aaron now being the needy one, longing to be with you tonight, tomorrow and the days that follow after.

“you still want to do it, right?”

you nod, “yeah. still want you.”

he’s inhaling the inside of your neck, silken lips embedding kisses into your skin. you moan out, reaching to hold his hand while his dick nudges your hip. you feel him as he presses onto you for comfort.

“let me eat you, missed that pussy on my tongue.”

“yeah—yeah,” he’s vulgar. as gentle as he is, aaron could easily conjure up the filthiest things to say. “please, aaron.”

he’s unloosening the towel wrapped tightly around you, letting the cloth fall to the floor as he holds your face to kiss you. you moan out in surprise at his intoxicating lips and the rough tips of his fingers pinching at your nipples.

“oh,” you whisper, slowly blinking when his hand trails between your legs, prying plush thighs open to fiddle with your clit.

it almost knocks you off your feet. his middle finger brushing against your rigid clit, swiping the digit side to side before swirling in a light circle. you giggle as you shake, hands rushing to hold onto him and aaron keeps you there as he plays with you. long fingers inching down your slit and back up to your clit in a repeated motion.

“my fingers feel good?”

“yes,” you shake your head in response. “so, so good, ‘ron.”

your thighs begin to tremble, not able to hold yourself up properly and take the work of aaron’s fingers at the same time. you're rearing back and it makes aaron grab you by the face to hold you still, harsh tongue stuck down your throat when he kisses you. you’re whining in his mouth, gripping the outside of his bicep for some sort of help.

he’s abrupt as he snatches his hand and mouth away, quickly dropping himself before you. he pulls one of your legs apart and rests it on his shoulder, blowing air onto your puffy clit when he admires you from here.

“got the prettiest girl in the world, with the prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen.”

“aaron, baby,” his words never ceased to surprise you. “please, please.”

he leans closer, grabbing the skin of your thighs, to fully expose you. pink clit throbbing right in front of him. wet and pleading. aaron darts his tongue out and pokes at it, making the bud jump and you gasp. he looks up at you and smirks devilishly.

“you so fucking thirsty, pussy thumping for me. want me to eat it?”

“yeah,” you heave, sucking your chubby stomach in to watch him. “want your mouth on me.”

aaron dips in, mouth moving quickly as he encases your clit with his lips. you look so beautiful from up here. aaron’s watching, crystal blue eyes stuck while suctioning around you. the little moles and marks scattered around your breasts and stomach, the same ones he kissed and caressed with love.

his hands inch upwards and squeeze at your breasts, grappling one before switching to the other. you wrap your hand around his and gasp, holding the edge of your bed with your opposite hand, the back of your thigh bumping into the mattress as you falter.

“yesss, aaron, love your mouth, baby.”

this was you and aaron’s thing. months of no penetration—the two of you found ways to please each other and oral never failed you. aaron’s mouth was adept. he knew how to get you there each time. knew that when he swirled his tongue in a circular motion, it would make you pout and whine. knew when he inserted two fingers to fuck you open that it would make you cry out.

aaron did just that.

lapping at your clit, he pushed in his large fingers, grabbing your other thigh to keep you open as he ate you.

“ooohh, my—aaron, aaron, baby.”

his muffled voice thrummed through your system, sending waves into your body straight from your swollen clit.

“mhm, mhm,” aaron repeats his answer and his actions, licking at the wetness dripping down his fingers from your sluice pussy.

“right there, baby, i’m so-so close, oh, my goodness.”

“ride my face, baby, get that shit, c’mon.”

aaron knew how much you held back, how scared you were to go too far, and so used to letting him lead the way. he smacks the outside of your thigh and encourages you to loosen up. you shiver in response, lowering yourself onto his mouth more, drenched pussy smushing his face. you’re scratching at his back and shoulder when his tongue replaces the area his fingers just were. he explores inside of you with the pad of his tongue, moaning in delight at the taste.

“muthafucka, so good, so fucking sweet.”

you’re standing on tip toes while aaron is tucked underneath you. “ooh, yes, babe, i’m cumming, i’m cumming.”

it continues. switching from licking to sucking, aaron practically smothers himself between your thighs and you cradle his head, smushing him in further as you fall apart. shivering when the orgasm passes through, squeezing tightly around his head while aaron’s mouth doesn’t cease. basking in the wetness your pussy expels, drinking up every drop until there’s nothing left.

“oof, ‘ron, baby, please,” you’re laughing and moaning as you climb off him.

he looked like a caged animal. wild eyes raking over you when you wipe your elixir from his face. you drove him fucking crazy.

“pussy so good, girl, can’t believe it.”

he’s kissing all over your face, but your mind is on something else. tender fingers gliding around his hardened dick, precum leaks from the blush colored head.

“my turn to taste you, aaron.”

it causes aaron to moan, pulling his hips back, as the confession and your touch too much to handle at the same time.

oral remained primarily for you.

hand jobs, facials and watching aaron jerk off was the usual. you’d think nearly seven months of just doing this would get boring, but you two kept it fun, always. aaron didn’t mind one bit. if anything he enjoyed it more than any actual sex he had in the past. long as you were pleased—aaron was as well.

you grin, shyly, lilac purple braces peeking through as aaron stares at you. “baby, you sure? you want to do all of that tonight?”

“yeah,” you nod, biting your lip. “can’t know if i don’t try, right?”

aaron has no rebuttal, only able to run his fingers through your hair as you fall to your knees. his dick bounces in front of your face, anxious for you to make a move. aaron’s huge. you’d always shyly compliment him on his length, which made him laugh out loud in return, because only a girl like you would do something like that. adorable, he thought as he pats your round face.

“you’re so big, aaron. think you’ll fit?”

“where? your mouth or that pussy?”

your pussy clenches. “both, baby.”

he shrugs. “ion know, but we gon’ make that shit work.”

you’re speechless, so horny and ready to continue. hands, much smaller than his dick, reach up to hold him and aaron’s hips buck in your touch just as you pucker lips to kiss around him. skimming the veiny skin with the littlest pecks over his length.

“so fucking beautiful,” he pushes away your hair and you rest his dick over your face, grinning up at him.

you raise onto your knees, widening your mouth to take him down as best as you can. you don’t get far, but it makes aaron hiss and grab a handful of your locks before you come up. hearing the noises he makes, adds to your confidence. you do it again and this time you stay there, holding your throat around him as you gag.

“ohhh, fuck, shitttt,” aaron’s head falls back, hand gripping your dresser for support. “just fucking like that, baby, just like that.”

you rise and gasp for air, eyes leaking with tears and mouth dribbling spit. you shake your head as you try to come to, not used to giving head, but enjoying the weight of aaron in your mouth regardless. using both hands, you jerk his saliva covered shaft before licking at the head of his dick.

“you’re so fucking nasty, baby. your mouth is something else,” he grips your face lovingly—a vast difference from the dirty words spoken.

you take him, rubbing his head along your tongue and you’re cautious of the wire and brackets of your braces as you do so. you stroke him some more before forcing his dick into your mouth again. you’re a fucking pro. if aaron didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought you’d given him head a few times before.

“goddamn,” aaron lets you take control. only caressing here and there, but making sure to stay still so you can do what you need to. shit, y/n, you getting that shit. taking that dick down, baby—fuck!”

your hands pump where your mouth couldn’t reach. stroking the thick shaft of his dick while your tongue swirls around the angry tip. it causes aaron to raise his hips, fucking further into your mouth when you bob around him.

“shit, shit, shit,” he’s huffing and puffing, attempting to pull away and it makes you frown when he does.

“what’s wrong babe?”

he helps you stand onto your feet, kissing you deeply before pushing you on the bed. “don’t wanna nut yet. wanna wait for you.”

and who were you to disagree?

you’re nervous. hands toying with the fabric of your bedding as aaron crossed the room, tearing a condom open, now gliding it over himself. he stalks back over and rubs his big hands all over your body. stomach, thighs, face—he’s smiling softly at you.

“you still wanna go, bug?”

“mhm,” you nod. “just take your time, be gentle, please.”

“wouldn’t do it any other way, baby.”

“which position do you think is best, ‘ron?” you’re asking so innocently, allowing aaron to make the decision for the moment, as he’s better suited in this field.

“on your back, missionary. won’t hurt as much and i can still see my pretty baby.”

you’re cheesing like the fool he turned you into, laying down on the end of your bed, you spread your legs open and wait for aaron to begin, but he’s busy staring at your pussy and she’s glimmering right back at him.

“aaron,” you call and bring him back to. “need you in me, can’t wait anymore.”

aaron smirks, kneeling onto the bed. his hand travels between your pussy lips where he toys with your bud softly. “i gotta make sure you’re ready, can’t rush into it, lady.”

“i’m ready. i can take you, aaron.”

“want you to breathe though, baby. take a deep breath and i’m gonna go slow, okay?”

“yes,” you reply sheepishly. “okay.”

aaron taps his heavy dick against your aching pussy and you moan in return, back lifting from the bed. the palm of his hand grips your thigh as he rubs his dick along your entrance.

“pussy still fucking wet,” he grumbles.

“aaron,” you’re calling his name and you’re not sure why exactly. nerves? eagerness? “aaron, baby.”

“i got you. need you to relax, remember to breathe.”

you inhale and aaron pushes halfway inside. quick and steady, but it knocks all the air from your chest and you gasp out into the room. wide eyes as he pulls out to smack your clit with his dick again.

“you okay?”

you can only shake your head, mouth pulled wide open. you’re in shock but definitely wanted this. “please, please.”

aaron goes again, moving as slow as before when he inserts his dick. just the tip again and it makes you moan out. you stare up at aaron while he’s concentrated, eyebrows pulled together and lips folded inward.

“imma go deeper, okay?”

“ ‘kay,” you squeak, twisting your head to see him better. you reach out for his hand and aaron takes it, wrapping long fingers around your small ones. he’s inside you again, holding you in place while he sheaths his dick into your pussy completely.

“oof, fuck—fuck,” aaron’s body visibly shakes. he’s in pure surprise at the feel of you. lost for words, for thought—for any emotion that doesn’t pertain strictly to you. “you so fucking warm and so fucking wet, baby, goddamn.”

meanwhile, your grip on his dick is never ending. you’re squeezing him so tight, he’s scared to move. the nails of your manicure set, dig into the skin of his fingers. his dick stretching your walls open and the feeling burns in the best way possible.

feebly you say, “aaron, oh, ‘ron.”

you try to form a proper sentence but the words escape you, instead whimpering and reaching to hold his face. aaron takes it and kisses the palm and the outside of your hand, holding it smoothly on his cheek. aaron’s pulling out just a few inches, before sliding back into you once more. he’s starting. making sure you’re okay by keeping close eyes on you as he fucks you and you’re a moaning, panting disaster.

“you can tell me if it’s too much. tell me if you need a second, baby.”

“i’m—i’m, oh, fuckkk,” aaron’s thumb nuzzles the top of your clit as he fucks you more. and the foul word slips from your lips. “oh, my goodness.”

“you cussing now?” aaron’s teasing, laughing breathlessly. he’d never heard you swear before, you’d been such a good girl and refrained from foul language, but tonight brought something new out of you. “dick got you acting up, huh?”

“aaronnn,” you’re crying and gasping when you sit up to watch how you and aaron collide.

he wasn’t even fucking you fully—just halfway. small, partial strokes that made you tremble and bite your bottom lip so hard that it felt as if blood would draw. you’re out of your mind on how this basic feeling had such a strong effect on you but you aren’t alone in the roused experience. as aaron is genuinely taken aback at the moment you share, gaze flickering from your watering eyes and back down in between your shaking legs.

“more aaron, more baby, please.”

you’re taking him like a champ, encouraging him to dive in further, while aaron’s concerned with not harming you—needing to keep his girl safe and sound so this wouldn’t be a failed one time occurrence.

“shit, y/n, okay, okay.”

raising your heavy thigh for better momentum, aaron’s dick slips into you with a simple stroke. the two of you moan at the exact same time, eyes squeezing close as you enjoy his girth filling you up and he revels in your warm embrace.

“damn—goddamn, you gripping the fuck outta me, girl.”

now that aaron has a better hold on you, the moment seems to increase in speed. his hips beginning to pick up, moving with more force. you can’t miss the lewd sounds the two of you create as his dick draws in and out with a consistent rhythm. it embarrasses you, hiding behind your forearm you can’t do anything but listen and moan.

“pussy, so fucking noisy. she making a mess for me, getting my dick soaked in her juices, ain’t she?”

aaron points out and it embarrassed you even more, breaking into a lame little sob. “you’re so—so deep, ‘ron, oh my…god, oh my god.”

aaron falls into the bed more and he holds you now. hips rutting into you completely while he leans into the mattress, forehead resting against yours as he wraps both arms behind your back. you’re crying, reaching up for warmth as you attempt to kiss him.

“kiss me, aaron, kiss me, please.”

he listens, keeping direct contact with you when his lips crash into yours, sucking on your mouth so softly that it makes you cry even more. you’re gasping as the feeling builds within your core, creating an inexplicable sensation down below.

you’ve resorted to noises as words wouldn’t be able to express how amazing you felt, how amazing aaron made you feel. “nnghh, baby, i feel—feel...”

it felt like you were going to pee. the warm coil springing around in your stomach as aaron’s balls slapped loudly against your ass, intensity growing. aaron picks up on what your trying to put down, knowing this passionate moment has yanked away your vocab.

“let it out, baby, cum on my dick, i’m right here, i’m right here with you.”

and he most certainly was. you had no where to turn with his crushing yet comforting weight holding you down. your eyes roll, usual brown irises disappearing when you begin to climax. jaw shaking and body quivering as the tide rolls in. you can’t collect enough air, chest caving in as you cease your breathing for a beat.

one…two…three.

“ohhhh, my godddd, yessss! yesss, aaronnn!” you’re fucking squirting, soaking aaron’s dick and abdomen in the process as he continues, not pulling out for even a second.

aaron’s moaning in shock, gasping low and rugged in your face. “you squirting all over me—fuck, you soaking me, baby.”

you’re racing to kiss him, needing some form of comfort. “i love you, aaron, i love you, i love you, i love you...”

it’s like a song in a way. repeating the verse over and over as if he can’t hear you, but aaron’s all ears, not missing a single lyric you sing.

“you love me? you fucking love me, girl?”

“yesss, love you so much, want you, baby. want you forever, ‘ron.”

and aaron groans, hips stuttering when he joins you in the climax. he’s weak. helpless moans flow through your mouth as he fills the condom with hot semen. “l-love you too, love-love you so fucking—shit—love you so much.”

the first time either of you have said the words to each other. months of thinking, wondering, feeling about the other and it took this dewy escapade to bring you together.

aaron can hardly get the sentence out as the aftershocks of his orgasm finally come to an end. aaron’s hips drag away as gentle as he can. he’s still groaning when he does so, pulling the condom off without making a mess. he quickly exits to your bathroom to discard the item, leaving you on the bed to slowly fall asleep.

you only awaken when he’s pulling covers over the both of you, crawling in the sheets to lay beside you, lips tracing the side of your face. the sun had gone down now, quickly going from evening to night.

“lay on the pillow, y/n,” he’s trying to help you get adjusted because he knew how wildly you could get when it came to sleeping.

you allow him to help you, tirelessly saying. “was i good?”

it makes aaron smack his lips and laugh when you do the same. he’d been moaning and groaning all night because of you. “more than good, you’re fucking perfect.”

you're falling into a slumber, but don’t forget to mutter the words, “love you, aaron.”