deserve (2) — tyriq withers.
pairing ⁀➷ plug!aaron x plus-size!blackreader
synopsis ⁀➷ you’d been avoiding aaron. the last encounter you two shared far too embarrassing to speak about. you think all is well until aaron confronts you and gives a night you can’t run from.
song(s) of chapter ⁀➷ ‘bending my rules’ by flo & ‘planez’ by jeremih ft. j.cole
word count + warnings ⁀➷ 5.0k || usage of the ‘n’ word, party setting (in the beginning scene), fast driving, small mention of gun, shy!reader, virgin!reader, inexperienced! reader, plug!aaron, sweet!aaron, praise, compliments, pet names (mama, baby), alcohol usage, mentions of smoking & hookah, kissing, breast fondling, fingering, small body insecurity (aaron pushes all that to the side🤪) oral (f receiving), mutual masturbation. i think that’s it, lol?
a/n: let’s just say i went all in on this one. (wipes brow sweat) hope yall enjoy! and don’t forget to reblog/ comment, it means the world to me!! also this was meant to come out on christmas but you know black people ain’t never on time.
‘little brown liquor in my liver, pretty brown thing in my bed.’
stacey was so damn hardheaded, you’re surprised her skull isn’t made of metal.
standing in the corner of the dim room, you cuddled the red solo cup in your hand with apprehension. the very last thing you needed was to be seen out right now.
a college party with rambunctious twenty-something students scrambled about. from the entrance of the frat house where people struggled to find parking all the way to the backyard where others were leaping from the house’s roof into the 8-foot inground pool. you clambered your way past party streamers and empty bottles of alcohol, while the tunes of lil wayne and drake’s 2011 ‘she will’ thumped so rough, you could practically feel the bass in your chest as you spoke.
“drink up lil bih’,” stacey jokes as she fills your cup with more of the mixed party punch. “stop being a prude, girl come dance with me.”
she struggles to pull on your arm because you’re planted firmly on the hardwood floor. “no, stace, i’m not really in the mood right now. you go dance without me.”
she frowns, squinting at you. “what’s wrong, doll, why are you acting so upset?”
“i’m just—i’m just tired right now, that's all.”
that wasn’t all. you were on the lookout for aaron. two weeks from the last time you’d seen him and you knew he’d be lurking somewhere. the best dealer on campus and the current chaotic party meant he wasn’t far.
your thoughts kept drifting off to the evening you’d spent with him. he scribbled down his phone number on a piece of paper before he left and you hadn’t even typed it into your phone. you thought about it, but ultimately decided against it. you dry humped the fucking plug and refused to contact him again.
had this been any other situation, you would be proudly patting yourself on the back.
all was fine a few days ago. besides the fact you acted completely out of character, you adjusted to the situation—but being here at this function made you anxious with the thought that aaron could be here soon.
unbeknownst to you aaron is already in attendance.
he stood in the bathroom upstairs swiping an oval hair brush across his shaved head. he lowered himself to fully look in the mirror as he did so, smoothing the hairs down with his large hand afterwards. he turned his face side to side, getting a good view of himself before flicking the bathroom light off.
he jogged down the stairs to join the scene and playfully cringed when he heard her.
“ayeeee! turn that shit up!”
the familiar loud mouth of stacey hines somehow rang louder than the music. aaron shook his head and took a swig from his cup as stacey continued to dance, making her way over to him.
always platonic and respectful of each other, aaron laughed at her antics.
“i didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be louder than the music, but here you go.”
“don’t start with me, aaron. yo’ egg head ass always fucking with somebody.”
aaron held his chest in faux shock. “stacey i do not mess with you.”
“boy, you be bullying me, don’t act dumb,” she rolls her eyes as aaron pulls her in a gentle hug. “how you been, aaron?”
“shit,” he sighed. he’d been busy as all hell. “i’ve been good, you know me.”
“you making that money last i heard!” she laughs and he smirks, sipping from his cup.
“i fucking wish,” he made a fair amount with selling weed and pills to stressed college kids, but he’d still worked at the local tech store. college was far from cheap.
“speaking of which—do you think you can spot me for tonight? just a little something, you know?”
“man, stacey get your ass on,” he chuckles. “i’m always spotting you. you don’t need shit else.”
she smacked her lips, switching away. “you fucking suck. let me go find my homegirl.”
just as she says it, aaron sees you from across the room.
clear as day. 20/20 vision.
aaron couldn’t miss you if he tried to.
he’s not a stalker. he swears.
fate truly was on his side. kismet you two were.
the party’s lighting gave you no justice. dark strobe lights and flashes from partygoers recording on cell phones were your only source of illumination. aaron didn’t mind too much, he made do with what he had. he hadn’t seen you weeks. not on campus, not at any of these parties—hell not even at the grocery store a few minutes away. you didn’t bother to call or text him for weeks. he’d given you his personal number—which he never gave anyone besides close friends and family. he'd even sent back the cashapp money you’d sent him.
yet, he heard nothing from you.
standing with his back pressed against the wall, aaron watched. this wasn’t like him. staring, observing and not saying a fucking thing. you laughed and danced along with your small group of friends as they tugged on your wrists. you seemed unwilling, but eventually caved. lengthy knotless braids rubbed against your round ass with every turn. a light blue skin-tight two-piece legging and cropped t-shirt set showed off just a bit of your chubby stomach. a pair of all white asics gel 1130 on your feet and that was your attire for the night.
simple enough, but the beauty of your face is what struck him the most. a beat of makeup over your features. falsies on your lashes, blush on the apples of your full cheeks and a lip gloss and liner combo around the edges of plump lips.
maybe it was the punch he drank—the party host probably poured too much vodka into the fruity concoction, aaron wasn’t sure. the only thing that pulled him from his daze was when someone came over and began to whisper into your ear. a guy. aaron had no idea if it was an associate or someone you fucked with, but he didn’t like the sight.
aaron usually had these things down pat but this was different. he had to approach you differently. the situation was unique, aaron couldn’t scare you off like he had before.
he walked over smoothly, placing a hand on the shoulder of the guy you’d been talking to. he caught your attention immediately and you inwardly thanked him for freeing you from this exhausting conversation.
“excuse me, my man, is this your lady?”
the stranger can’t even answer, because you respond for him. “no, we’re just talking.”
aaron smiled a full toothed grin, peering down at you and you stared back up at him while the stranger disappeared into the background without a trace.
his voice is deep. so deep he doesn’t have to raise the pitch over the loud music because your focus was on his lips.
“i’m-i’m good. better now. thank you.”
you look at the ground, feeling like you’d been staring for too long. this man was so handsome it almost hurt you. beautiful tawny skin, pearly white smile and a low fade. his eyes? his eyes were a mix of blue and green and you were getting dizzy from staring in them.
you shake your head. “no. not at all. we just met a bit ago. he started talking to me out of nowhere.”
aaron notes the tone in your voice is timid. he has to lean down some to better hear you. “you liking the party?”
“yeah, um, it’s been fun so far. how about you?”
“i’m vibing,” he chuckles and you do the same, pink braces on display in the process.
aaron’s breath catches at the sound of your laugh. so light and pretty it makes his chest tingle. he’d made you laugh and it wasn’t a fake one like you used moments ago with that guy. he’d made you laugh and didn’t even have to do much.
you blink, inhaling some. “y-yeah i just—”
“why you ain’t never call me?”
you look around the room. no one could save you from this tense conversation or aaron’s strong stare. “i’ve been busy, it’s not like that.”
“i ain’t trynna pressure you or anything, but i thought we had a good time. i thought you enjoyed yourself just as much as i did.”
“i did,” you emphasize, searching for the words. “i did, aaron, i just—i don’t know what happened.”
he nods, rubbing his chin as he listens to you. “i wanna talk with you, y/n. i don’t want it to be here with this fucking noise and shit.”
you both chuckle, yours in slight relief and aaron just laughed because you had. you made him a simp so easily and he’d only know you for a small amount of time.
“um, i’m here with my girls right now,” you look over at stacey twerking to the club anthem ‘freak hoe’ by speaker knockerz as a crowd of partygoers hype her up. “i would have to talk to stacey being that she’s my ride here and all.”
“let me talk to her,” aaron says and your eyebrow raises. “i can probably explain things better.”
you shake your head in agreement, letting aaron walk over to soften the blow stacey was bound to give. “yeah, if that’s okay with you, then yeah.”
he stares at you just a second longer, large hand brushing against your arm, almost as if he needed to make sure you’d stay. hoping that when he got done talking with stacey you wouldn’t be heading out the door to go back home.
he finally walks over to her and the conversation is extremely brief, but the way stacey glares over at you, you know something isn’t right. aaron immediately comes over to you, stacey quickly following suit.
“yeah, but what did you say to stacey?”
he shrugs. “told her you were coming home with me.”
“aaron!” stacey is agitated as she stands behind him, muffing his head she says, “don’t play with me, nigga.”
aaron laughs because stacey’s hit caused zero damage. the man was 6 foot something. he towered over both you and stacey with ease.
“girl, what are you doing? are you okay?”
“you haven’t had too much to drink have you?”
you hadn’t even sipped from the cup she’d given you. you were completely sober.
“no, i’m good best, i’m good.”
now that she knows you’re okay, stacey sighs. she then lowers her voice to get some tea. “you fucking with aaron?”
you laugh nervously, not sure what to say. you didn’t tell stacey about the moment you and aaron shared back your apartment. she was your best friend and knew mostly everything about you, but this situation seemed so embarrassing and unlike you, that you preferred to keep it private.
“kinda, i guess. we’re just starting to hang out.”
stacey’s head pulls back in shock. her best friend didn’t get into flings with guys often, so this is surprising. especially because of who she’s spending time with. aaron was a bit rough around the edges—a good guy despite it all, but still gritty.
“hey, ain’t mad at you, sista, get yours,” she cackles, slapping your hand in a high five. this girl was insane. “let me know how everything goes and call me if you need me, i’ll pick right up.”
“okay, stace. i’ll see you a little later, alright?”
she nods, making sure to check your shared location before you left. she rapidly turns to aaron and gives him the rules for the night.
“and yo’ yellow ass better keep my girl safe. i don’t want no problems, aaron.”
“aye, what’s with all these empty threats? yo’ lil ass ain’t gon’ nothing,” he jokes. “and she’s good. as long as she’s with me she gon’ be straight. right?”
they're both looking at you for an answer, to which you quickly nod your head. “yes, i’ll be fine.”
stacey gives you both a final look almost like a concerned mother sending her daughter off to prom, before granting silent permission of dismissal.
you were trying your hardest not to be so uneasy, but the speed of aaron’s 2023 charcoal gray dodge charger certainly didn’t bring you any comfort.
you held onto the door handle of the car so tightly that the palms of your hands shifted colors. a roaring engine going about 80 miles an hour down the street as the mellow tunes of kendrick lamar and sza played from his radio. complete contrasts. he asked if you had any music requests but you declined, just saying r&b was your favorite genre. with that aaron shuffled a popular r&b playlist from apple music.
aaron is clueless to your nervousness as he hums and taps against the leather steering wheel to the current hit ‘luther’.
“who you like more, kendrick or dra—oh shit, you okay, y/n?”
his attention shifts as you smile nervously, your stomach in knots right now. you didn’t do well with heights or fast speeds, but you couldn’t be a killjoy. you wanted tonight to go well. you didn’t need aaron to become annoyed with you.
“just a little bit, yeah,” you giggle.
“damn, why you ain’t tell me,” he eases the pressure applied to the gas pedal. “my bad, mama, im not trynna scare you.”
you try to relax but the nickname makes your stomach twist in a different way. “we getting close to my place. it’s not all that far from campus.”
“you know you can tell me how you feel, y/n,” he’s speaking with sincerity. “anything that makes you uncomfortable or upset, let me know. you don’t have to be worried.”
the rest of the ride is brief. aaron pulls the vehicle into the parking lot of his home. he’s one of the few cars in this residential neighborhood. it’s quiet and dark outside. a stark difference from the noisy college students residing near you and stacey’s home.
climbing up a short flight of stairs, aaron unlocks the front door to his home, allowing you space to enter inside. he turns on the nearby lightswitch and closes the door behind you two.
“oh my, your house is actually so nice,” you say it before you think and mentally facepalm yourself at the mistake.
“actually?” he laughs. “danggg, you ain’t have to do me like that.”
you’re explaining. “i-i didn’t mean it like that, aaron. it’s just, guys don’t usually decorate their houses and such. they usually have a chair and xbox as their setup.”
his mounted flatscreen tv slowly displayed a montage of exotic flowers and breathtaking scenes around the world. a jet black coffee table with lighters and a hookah kit, perch on top of a matching furry black rug. and a full length mirror reflected the view of his cozy-looking glacier gray couch. a well decorated home, you could not deny.
“nah, you good, i get you,” his hand brushes yours again, wrapping his fingers around your much smaller ones. “you want anything? something to eat, drink, smoke?”
“i’m okay. maybe a water?”
“i got you. you can take a seat on the couch, get comfortable.”
you kick off your white gym shoes and aaron grabs your heart-shaped peony coach purse to hang in the closet as you cross over into the living room, taking a seat like aaron offered.
you tried to get comfortable, but the realization of being in this man’s house kept hitting you. just a month ago you were home alone crying over rescued cat videos, now here you are, potentially forming a…relationship with someone. your thoughts disappear into thin air as aaron joins you in the living room, a bowl of potato chips, your water bottle and a half pint of hennesy in hand.
“you were such a good host last time, i had to take a few tips.”
laughing, you thank him for the water and drink a sip from the cold bottle. you needed something to calm your nerves. aaron uses the remote to turn on the television, flicking through youtube for something you both could watch. after a minute he’d settled on ‘training day’ starring ethan hawke and denzel washington. he sits on the couch beside you and the cushion lowers from his weight.
“oh shit,” he grumbles, standing up for a second. you stare as he removes a glock from the waistband of his jogging pants.
almost if he can sense the worry in your eyes, aaron explains. “it’s licensed and i ain’t never had to use it before, nigga’s know better.”
you had to be insane because why did that turn you on badly? he pours a shot of henny and throws it back, the alcohol burning his chest for a moment before he decides to take another one. it seems to get him together, because aaron settles and his eyes lower.
“do you have any roommates?” you ask with concern because you didn’t want anyone walking in on the two of you.
“hell nah,” he shakes his head. “i can’t live with no messy ass roommates, nigga’s not wanting to pay rent and shit.”
you laugh because you understood completely. fortunately for you, stacey was a good roommate.
“why you so far?” he teases, toned arm resting over the back of the couch.
“i’m not far,” you giggle.
“you are. all this space between us,” he grabs you by the manicured nail of your pointer finger. “come closer.”
you do as he says, taking up the room beside him, getting comfortable underneath his outstretched arm. he smelled amazing. a hint of method men’s sandalwood body wash and some cologne you couldn’t put your finger on, but an intoxicating scent nonetheless. round cut earrings twinkled in his ears and an equally dazzling gold chain around his thick neck. he peered down at you with a full dimpled smile that connected to his stormy blue eyes.
“you don’t have to be shy around me.”
you were trying not to but he didn’t make this easy.
“i know,” you groan, hands perspiring from anxiety. “i don’t know why i’m like this.”
“you want something to help calm you down?”
he’s reaching for the hookah hose. “no, not tonight. i wanna be in my right mind.”
“right mind?” he repeats, unsure by what you meant.
it’s the main reason you hadn’t contacted aaron. “i feel as if i acted so out of body last time, it might’ve been the weed, but i feel like i was a cavewoman or something.”
aaron snorts and you pinch his side playfully. “a cavewoman, y/n? we both had fun, what’s wrong with that?”
“i don’t know. i feel like i embarrassed myself, honestly.”
aaron’s staring as you speak. you were so enthralling and didn’t even realize it. you hadn’t known how long he waited for you to call after that night. or how many showers he took to calm down the ache in his pants as he thought of y’all’s affair.
you didn’t know how much he liked you and that only made him want you more.
“you think too much. you’re focused on the little stuff when we both had a good time.”
you bit your lower lip, dazing off as you think about two weeks ago once again. you weren’t able to shake the feeling. the palm of aaron’s hand against your face grounds you back to earth.
“let me help you relax. can i take your mind off it?”
“yes, please,” your chest is arching into his, full breasts pressing on his chiseled pecs, thirsty for whatever remedy he can offer. he chuckles because even when you’re desperate—you’re still the most polite girl he’s ever been with.
aaron is aware of your needs and immediately grabs hold of your thick hips, lowering his head to press pink lips onto your fully glossed ones. the both of you moan, needing each other's touch. you missed aaron’s knowing and skilled kiss leading the way and he missed your soft, luscious lips gliding smoothly over his.
his rough fingers travel their way through your braids, where they cradle your head, pushing your lips further into his. while his opposite hand molds the flesh of your breasts from the outside of your bra and shirt. his grip is strong, making your nipples stiffen despite the clothing barrier.
squeezing your thighs together, pussy pulsating from where you sit. “i’ve fucking missed you, missed kissing you.”
he only kissed you once and already he was hooked. you gasp from the passionate words he utters. “can i touch you? can i make you feel good?”
it’s almost as if it’s slow motion. you know what’s coming, but the feeling is indescribable. aaron’s veined hand makes way into your yoga pants, where he pries past your pink cotton panties and searches for the real treasure.
“you’re so fucking wet already, what the hell?” he says it frustratedly, because you were going to be a fucking problem for him. “i should’ve known by the way you were grinding on the couch that this pussy would be soaked.”
“aaron, baby please,” you're whining from his heated actions and the filthy words he spews.
he pushes you back into the cushion some, giving both of you room to make magic happen. a heavy index finger thuds against your aching clit and you gasp from the minuscule action. he swirls around the hardened bud, pressing onto the surface with the pad of his finger.
“oh, my g-god,” your voice wavers, trying not to use His name in vain. “aaron, please.”
he takes it further by dipping a finger into the source. your hand flies to grip his wrist, not used to having anyone cross this territory before, but ultimately become useless as he slides in and out, the sound of your wetness radiating through the room. the faint noise of the television continues to play as your eyes flutter closed. your hand eventually turns into moral support as you lie languid, breath held as he works, collecting your slick and using it to massage your clit.
“baby,” you whine, shivering and aaron smirks deviously, adding a second finger to your cunt.
“just relax. let it happen.”
the stretch burns deliciously, digits curling upwards, touching the spot within you that makes your stomach tighten. you clamp your legs closed around his hand, but aaron continues stroking. you’re gasping and arching up from the couch as he pumps, holding you still by the stomach while a torrential orgasm overcomes you.
“yesss,” you’re sobbing, “yesss, aaron.”
“there you go,” he praises, working you through the climax as you cry out, shaking wildly. “there you fucking go, let it out.”
aaron’s weight crashed onto you as he kissed you again, sucking on your tongue and groaning in your mouth as his hard-on pressed hotly against your stomach. “i gotta taste you. it’s driving me insane, baby.”
you have no words or rebuttals, on cloud nine you watch from another planet as aaron tugs on your blue yoga pants, tossing them to the floor right along with the panties you’d ruined. you don’t realize his actions until he’s in process.
no one had ever given you head.
what if he thought your vagina was ugly?
when was the last time you shaved?
a week ago wasn’t that long ago, right?
what if you didn’t taste goo—
“oh…my… god,” a forceful stripe is licked against the sensitive bud in between your thighs.
you push his head away, attempting to close your legs, but aaron holds a tight grip around both of your thick legs, his face planted firmly in your pussy. he’s groaning and cursing beneath you, breathing hotly over your cunt.
“you taste so fucking good, baby. pretty fucking pussy, i fucking love it.”
you heave, craning your head to gaze down at him as he admires you. aquatic orbs peering back at you while he works, one hand holding your shaking thigh back and other rubbing circles along your clit. he’s watching the way you clench around nothing, dribble from your elixir cascading down your slit and onto his couch.
“look at her,” he mutters and it causes you to short circuit, hiding shyly behind your forearm as you moan. “a fucking sight to see. i haven’t done anything and she’s already leaking. imagine if you were on my dick. do you think she’d cry this much?”
“baby, please,” it’s like he’s trying to kill you.
he’s talking about your pussy as if she could speak back. her only response is the soppy noises he causes when entering a finger. adding his soft, pink tongue, aaron’s laps at the wetness making you squeal. you watch his actions from the mirror propped against his living room wall. thick thighs wrapped around aaron’s head, but he’s in no way complaining, instead his right hand inside his underwear, jerking his dick as he jaws at you.
you needed to see him. all of him.
he always told you to speak how you feel.
“aaron,” you whimper, attempting to gain his attention. “aaron, baby, wait.”
he’s a demon as he feasts on you, no air needed while he enjoys his meal. you giggle and yelp out, begging to be released. aaron does so against his own will.
“you okay? what’s wrong?”
his voice is concerned. had he gone too far? was it too much?
“i’m okay. i’m perfect, actually,” you caress his low cut head, acrylics scratching his scalp as he rests against your thigh. “i just wanna see you, baby.”
you nod, biting your lip. “i wanna watch you from up here, wanna watch you while i play.”
it takes him only a second to understand what you mean. aaron’s eyes widen as you smile shyly. a fucking nympho. you claimed the weed made you act out, but this side had been in you for forever, you just needed someone to bring it out you.
you needed aaron to get it out of you.
“it’s like that, ma? you wanna watch me while you touch that pussy?”
you inhale and arch, your hand making it’s way to your cunt. there was one thing you knew well and that was how to please yourself. books, audios, porn…the one time you weren’t shy was when it came time to touching yourself. hands or toys it didn’t matter, you made fun out of the situation each time. being a virgin helped you learn your body and know what you truly wanted.
things would only be slightly different because of…him.
aaron would be watching as you masturbated. part of you was nervous at the thought while the other side was on fire and anxious for the moment to arise.
he pulled his underwear and jogging pants down, freeing his beautiful dick from the confinements of his clothes. it’s the first time you’ve ever viewed a dick in person. seen and felt hard on’s here and there but never the real thing and aaron’s definitely made up for lost times.
shaft a hue darker than his upper body, his tip is an hot pink and burns with ardency as precum drips from the head onto the floor. he’d been hiding that weapon in his pants all this time and you wondered how he kept it discreet. he had to be at least eight inches.
“you gon’ fuck yourself, baby?”
you nod, watching as he comes closer, standing directly in front of you. the hand he fingered you with extended. “get me right.”
he places two thick fingers into your wet mouth, forcing them down your throat as you gag around them. using your spit as lubricant, aaron wraps his hand around his dick and hisses at the sensation. stroking his length slowly, he patiently waits for you to start.
and when you do, there’s no stopping you.
you spread your lips apart and allow aaron permission to see. pink, gummy walls, coated with your own essence. “muthafucka, so pretty. you got that shit glistenin’.”
“aaron,” you’re whimpering as you use two hands to work. one lazily rolling your clit and the other fucking your soaked hole as your leg is propped in the air. “aaron, baby i’m so close.”
“shit, i’m right there with you, baby,” he’s cursing and throwing his head back, pumping his dick with his large hand, swiping across the tip with each pass.
the noises emitting from the two of you should count as lovemaking. although no penetration is being made, the slick and sloppy sounds mixed with high pitched cries and heavy breathing could convince anyone. aaron’s neck tensed as his eyes rolled back, licking thin lips as the high he’d been chasing finally neared.
“shittt, fuckkk,” he growls, the end of the white t-shirt he wore now tucked between his teeth. “i’m finna nut. fuck, i’m finna nut.”
you adjust, allowing him room to explode onto your chubby stomach. thick, white spurts shoot onto your skin and you moan at the sensation. aaron groans with his lips pulled into a snare.
“fucking amazing. you so fucking beautiful.”
he’s kissing you so hard you can hardly breathe, moaning and groaning into your mouth. before you know it his hand replaces yours and it’s back inside your pussy, you squeak in surprise at the difference in size. he swipes up the expelled cum from your stomach and works it inside of you. an action so obscene it’s the nail in the coffin for you to climax for the final time tonight.
“yess, right there, aaron, yess!” your moans come out as wheezes while his hand jackhammers inside you, helping you join him in your orgasm. you clamp your legs shut, gushing around his fingers, making your whole body tense from the orgasm.
“so fucking good,” aaron praises, rubbing your thighs and face to calm you down. you gave your everything whenever you orgasmed. it took all the energy from you and aaron caught on to that fast. “so fucking good.”
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