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Today in Hip hop History:

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

synopsis ⁀➷ you start a new job at a tech store and rather quickly become a favorite of aaron’s.

song of the chapter ⁀➷ ‘on it’ by jazmine sullivan & ari lennox.

word count + warnings ⁀➷ 1.4k || 18+, explicit, nsfw, cursing, weed usage, kissing, dirty talk, no condom , p in v, car sex, ass slapping (one time), little bit of rough! aaron.

a/n — this is my first time posting on here, omggg?? a little something to start with but so much more to come! im excited!!

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‘curves got you drivin’ reckless.’

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store manager! aaron who shook your hand gently as he introduced himself to you. you completed an interview with another manager a week prior and he’d heard great things about you. he didn’t expect you to be such a sight, though. he gave a tour of the store. showing you each department, his personal favorite devices and secret places to hide out when you needed a break.

store manager! aaron who sat with you during your break, offering to buy your lunch for your first day on the job. in the break room, you both chat over chicken caesar wraps. a conversation about your previous job and how things went there slowly led to another territory of talking about significant others. you told him you were single and had been for a while now, not missing the smirk playing on his lips afterwards.

store manager! aaron who helped you as you rang a customer out. you struggled a bit, trying to get accustomed to the system and all its functions. his toned arm reached over you to type into the computer. the faint smell of his woodsy body spray made you look to the ground, as your face heats with fervor. you thanked him and he shrugged it off. you all good, he says, sticking by your side a bit longer to show you the ropes.

store manager! aaron who offers you a ride home after work. you were saving up to get a car, but for now, you ubered here and there. it was late, he didn’t want you by yourself at this time of night. you sat in the passenger seat of his dodge charger and couldn’t stop squeezing your thighs together as his large hand gripped the steering wheel. he turned on the radio and soft melodies from summer walker filled the vehicle. occasionally he turned to you, sneaking glances as you blushed shyly.

store manager! aaron parked his car in front of your apartment building and pulled a little baggie from his pocket. you smoke? he asks, crumbling the weed bits up into a backwood. he took his time as he rolled up. licking the wood to seal it close, before lighting it up with a small bic lighter. you watched for a moment as he inhaled and slumped into the leather car seat. he handed it to you and you repeated his actions, letting the weed settle throughout your system.

store manager! aaron who ran a hand over his close-shaved head, watching you with hooded eyes. he was faded and you soon followed, leaning over the seat console to kiss him. like it was stolen, you pull away nervously, but only make it so far as his index and thumb grips your chin, bringing you closer to deepen the peck. he sucks on your lips, the gloss you applied earlier getting all over his as he does so. opening your mouth you allow his pink tongue entrance to explore inside. you moan, heart picking up in pace as he smacks your ass from where you're arched at.

store manager! aaron who lets the seat back some, giving you space to climb onto his lap, heatedly removing your clothes while he admires you from here. full breasts with dark hardened nipples poking out at him. it’s warm in his car, but the air from his mouth causes your nipples to stiffen. panties are tossed somewhere, you rub a hand over your taut clit, anxious for some touching.

store manager! aaron who asks you gon’ take all this dick? you nod, feverishly, desperate for him to be inside. his pants and printed ethika draws are tugged to his knees, thick dick sprung free, resting comfortably against his stomach. leaking with precum, you grip his shaft and make him hiss under his breath. put that shit in. and you do. slowly but surely you lower yourself over his length, breath hitching as you move, trying to get adjusted.

fuck, you cry, resting your head on his chest for a second, still getting used to the feel of him. that sharp smack he sent to your thick ass kicks things into gear. you begin to move, rising up and down, your juices flowing down your thighs and into his lap with each motion. his hands are all over. tugging on your nipples and swatting your ass whenever you slow down. he enjoyed the show. watching as you worked to get both you and him there. you’d occasionally hit the horn on his steering wheel as you went to town, but didn’t pay it much attention.

store manager! aaron who makes you take all of him. wrapping his large arms around your waist to better guide you. thought you said you was gon’ take it, he taunts, raising his hips and hitting that perfect spot within you. you whine out, a aaronnn, too much, baby. aaron laughs darkly, smashing your lips into his, your desperate moans flowing into his mouth as he moves. aaron liked you. you were a sweet girl to the public but a fucking freak when alone with him. he hadn’t gone this far with any other employee—the occasional flirting maybe, but you? oh, you were a keeper. you gripped him like a fucking vice and rode him like a cowgirl. he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon.