RockiFresa

it's not the attitude you give him when you're bored or you just want to spite him, so he can drop his usual patient and calm attire and have his way with you, no. (your bratty tendencies and ways that Aaron deals with em are conversation for another time🫠)

it's the one he sees building up for days and he helps you get rid of it, when you finally let him.

you don't even know why it keeps happening. you have been just moving like crazy through life lately. days when you had time for yourself or for Aaron barely existed and even when they did, they didn't look like you wanted them to.

it leads to you being frustrated. you being frustrated leads to you being horny. Aaron knows it already. what he doesn't know is why you're distancing from him. or rather from receiving pleasure, from him taking care of you.

you text him when you're working extra hours or when he's on the road with his teammates as mental support. not just texts, but voice notes, videos and he hears your voice through his airpords, pleads how bad you want to make him feel good, how you've been dreaming about him fucking your face.

it turns him on so much, but one two three times it starts to concern him. because you won't let him reciprocate. you let him fuck you, key word fuck. it's faster, rougher but shorter. it's like all the sex you had the last weeks, were quickies. you claim it's what you want, what you need.

Aaron sees through the act. sees you picking up the pace of your life, even though the bags under your eyes get more prominent.

he checks your shared calendar, and decides to put an end to this foolery. he gets back home from a road trip a day earlier. it's friday, and you work less but you're meeting your best friend after, which gives Aaron plenty of time.

he gets back home he showers, unpacks the suitcase and puts it in the closet, as you don't like when it stands in the bedroom, reminder that he'll be gone soon again.

he takes Gus and Penny for a short walk, and uses this time to make a little to do list. he wants to get all the things that are usually on your shoulders done, so you're head is clear.

he picks up fresh flowers along the way too. sunflowers to put on the dining table and small bouquet of zinnias for your vanity.

it's close to 5pm when he hears your key in the door and soon is greeted with the huge smile on your face as you notice him on the couch.

"Aaron" you gasp, as you meet him halfway. "You're home early" you say into his chest, and he feels your shoulders relax.

your energy was different when you came through the door, already lighter like you usually felt after meeting with your loved ones, recharged. and now he was holding you, he felt it even more, that you were finally ready to give yourself a break.

you take a step back and look at him, your eyes sparkly.

"do you need something? a coffee? a.."

you're shushed with his finger gently pressed to your lips and you watch him, as he goes behind you to wrap his arms around you.

"none of that baby. it's my house too. im your man, not your guest" you smile softy when he kisses your knuckles. "come on, you need a little tour"

you kiss him when you see sunflowers, and then kiss him even longer as a thank you for flowers at vanity.

you see and appreciate everything he did. he put your make up products in their places, hanged your clothes in the closet, because you always were getting ready in hurry. small things, that become big tasks after a long day.

you move to the couch, that is unfolded, bunch of pillows thrown onto it, like when you always do on movie nights. you're cuddled to Aaron's side and he rubs your ankles.

he starts to kiss on your neck, thinking about how much he missed you, now that he has you by your side relaxed. you look so peaceful and he wonders why would you put so much on yourself.

he hears a small moan you let out, melting into his chest, your hand now tracing his v line. you swung one leg over his hip, but he stopped you, his hand soft but steady on your thigh.

"you asked me before if I needed something" he said lowly. your eyes big and pleading when you nodded focused entirely on him.

"lay down here" he pointed to the other side of the couch where he put the fluffiest pillows. you do as he said, sinking into them.

he sits on his heels, in front of you, taking up space and you just admire him in anticipation what's going to happen.

"I need to tell you this, before we'll do anything. and you have to listen"

you nod and he puts his hand on your stomach, eyes still locked in with yours.

"you're little act of running around like crazy and living on autopilot needs to stop" his fingers move to the zip of your skirt. "I love you. I love how much you want me" he stops and takes your hand in his. "but I need you to be present. not only for me, for yourself too"

you can't help it but your eyes get a bit glassy and you prop up to pull him into the kiss. it's slow and passionate one, rather than desperate. the first time since quite a while.

"Aaron.." you moan when he pulls away. you want to pull him back in, but he lies down and starts to kiss your collarbone.

"i missed you so much. the videos you've sent me, each time I dreamed of coming home to you, taking my time with you, but guess what? You haven't let me yet" he sucks a hickey on your breast.

"im so sorry, baby" you let out.

"it's okay, doll face. it's all okay, you just need to let go for me tonight, let me take care of you"

you moan out a yes and he throws your skirt away and sees a wet patch on your panties.

"I've been so hungry for you, I yearned for you like this" he says, his voice already an octave deeper and you don't know how's that possible.

it goes through your mind, that he really is hungry. he usually doesn't talk this much, but you're far from complaining. he could just talk, barely touching you and you'd be a mess. you'd gladly take it, after all, you're the one starved him.

you're lost in the way his hand hold your hips that you're startled by the growl he lets out when he's met with your bare cunt.

his face inches away, but he finally touches you, pressing a kiss to your folds. his nose bumps your clit. he just takes a sniff and you feel his eyelashes on your mound.

his dips his tongue in your hole, moaning at the taste of your juices.

"you're gonna make a mess today. a lot."

before you have time to say anything, his lips surround your clit and he begins to suck, goes right to town, as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

your cries of his name fill the room shortly after, and your legs wrap around his head and he groans at the feeling. he parts your thighs gently though. he has nothing against you squishing his head, but one thing at the time.

he'll have you sit on his face soon, and he's ready for air being optional. but not before you'd come at least three times. and have his face drenched after he's made you squirt.

yeah he hasn't joked about being hungry. you've also been serious about taking everything he wants to give you. after everything you've but him, the least you can do, is to let him has his fill.

a/n: 😮‍💨😮‍💨 phew that was self indulgent and got a lil carried away but who wouldn't want that from AJ right? hope you guys liked itt, ily and that was me posting more often (it hasn't been a full month since my last fic! yay me!!)