#plug!aaron

pairing ⁀➷ plug!aaron x plus-size!shyreader

synopsis ⁀➷ you needed to decompress. you decide to call up the best dealer on campus and he serves you something better than an eighth ounce of weed.

song of the chapter ⁀➷ ‘deserve’ by lucky daye.

word count + warnings ⁀➷ 4.0k || foul language, weed usage, very, very small mention of death, mean!aaron (only for a little bit 😝), shy!reader, inexperienced! reader, virgin!reader, minor teasing about virginity, kissing, tongue kissing, dry humping, thigh riding, praise, breast play.

part 2 of ‘deserve’…here!

a/n — im having too much fun writing for this man, omg! yall this is something simple but i have a lot more coming! i hope yall enjoy and thank you guys for all the love!!💕

‘she said all she need is a puff and a drink, that’ll help her think.’

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you truly had no reason to be this nervous.

“stacy, what if he hates me? what if he upcharges me or something?” you rambled, fidgeting with the plants on your granite countertop before turning to the couch and neatly folding the fuzzy throw blanket.

“girl,” your friend sighs. “aaron is not like that. he’s going to bring you the weed, charge you thirty-five dollars and then he’ll be on his way. simple.”

it sounded simple, but it was always easier said than done. aaron was the dealer on campus and everyone went to him for the good shit. he held quite the reputation for being strict. he didn’t play about his money and would fuck up anyone who came between it. you met aaron a few weeks ago at a function you both attended through mutual friends. the whole night you couldn’t help but feel like his eyes were on you. the rest of the party was spent with you awkwardly laughing and looking for the nearest exit. the last thing you wanted to do was be alone with him. unfortunately, no one else sold a product as good as aaron so that left you with only one option.

“stacy,” you groaned, sounding like a whiny child. “why can’t you buy it for me and i pay you back?”

“i would babe, you know that, but i'm swamped with school work and exams. if my parents saw my grades right now they would fucking kill me.” stacy says lifting her phone and turning the facetime camera on to see you.

“you got this, y/n. aaron doesn’t go around messing with people unless they’ve fucked with him and as far as i know, you haven’t done shit to him. get the weed, blaze up and relax, girl.”

you laugh softly, releasing a little bit of your anxiety, until a rhythmic knock is heard on your apartment door, quickly bringing back any nerves you let go.

“shit, shit, shit. stacy i’m going to call you later, okay?”

“okay, girl. you got this. stop stressing.”

you nod affirmatively and then hang up the phone. taking a few steps towards the front door, you wipe any perspiration from your hands onto your skirt and unlock the latches that separates you from aaron.

“aaron,” you smile, trying to remain calm.

your nerves worsen as aaron stands an entire foot taller than you, sporting a gray jogging set with a pair of white air force ones, his scent of cologne and weed linger throughout your hallway, a tight lipped mug is on his serious face. those things combined just make you more anxious.

“wassup. stacy told me you wanted to cop?”

you nod, his voice so low and baritone it almost knocks you off your feet. “yes. however much thirty-five dollars can get me.”

aaron raises a holographic pouch in the air suggesting what was inside was for you.

“o.m.g. that’s perfect. is it already rolled?” you asked grabbing your phone from the couch to pay him for his kind service.

“nah, you gotta do that yourself.”

you frown. “i’ve never rolled up before. stacy usually does it for us.” you were new to this smoking thing and really only did it to relieve the stress that college brought on.

you sigh and proceed to type into your phone. “it’s okay, i’ll just watch a youtube tutorial or something. what’s your cashapp name?”

aaron is silent as he once over you. eyes raking over your body before looking behind you to see into your apartment. “you by yourself?”

“y-yes,” you say confusedly, the look he gave you making your stomach flip.

“come on, i'll roll up for you and that’s it.”

excitedly you open your door wider for aaron to come in. “thank you so much, i really appreciate this, you don’t even understand.”

“don’t get all giddy and shit, i’ma show you how to roll and then i’m gone,” he says walking into your home.

“that’s perfect, thank you again,” you close and lock the door behind you, while aaron removes his shoes. you then show him to the living room, where he takes a seat on your beige loveseat.

you begin to sit but quickly stand up, “shoot! where are my manners? let me get us some snacks.”

aaron attempts to protest, but fails as you are already in the kitchen ransacking the cabinets for chips, cookies and drinks. carrying all the items in your arms, you set them on the coffee table alongside the other trinkets that resided there.

“you know i’m not staying, right?” aaron says, turning to you as you finally sit down.

“yeah,” you lie. why didn’t he want to stay? “it’s just in case you want some.”

you smile and aaron stares at you blankly, turning his attention back to what he came here for. he opens the pouch and takes a whiff of the weed and pulls a small sage green nug from the bag.

“you got papers?”

“papers?” you repeat, puzzled.

“rolling papers, swishers, backwoods–shit, a bong? do you have anything?” he asks, growing a bit frustrated.

“no,” you say, voice wavering. “i rarely smoke and stacy usually has everything we need.”

aaron sighs, shaking his head, lifting from the couch to pull a pack of backwoods from his pocket.

“thank you,” you mutter, too scared to say anything else.

“you cool, don’t trip.”

you try to relax and watch as aaron breaks down the weed and sprinkle each piece into the wood, fingers nimble as he tightly rolls the blunt into a thin cylinder. it’s when aaron goes to seal the blunt with his pink tongue and lips, that you have to dart your eyes away to avoid melting.

aaron marvels at his masterpiece before asking. “you got a lighter?”

that you did have. you reached for the bic lighter you used earlier today to light the honey and amber candle you had currently burning. when you hand it to aaron to light the blunt, the damn thing won’t work. that puts the final nail in the coffin. did fate have it out for you today? were you not supposed to be smoking? what the hell was it?

“it doesn’t work,” aaron says.

“sorry,” you say, frantically standing to search the kitchen counter for another lighter until an idea hits you.

“here, try this,” you walk back into the living room with the lit mushroom shaped candle.

aaron side eyes you for a moment before allowing you to light the blunt with the candle. “you’re crazy,” he chuckles dryly.

“sorry,” you laugh along, awkwardly.

“here,” he hands you the blunt, watching as you take two pulls from it and exhaling slowly.

it took a few seconds before you began to relax. the weed was strong but not harsh, it didn’t have you choking and coughing. aaron really did have the good shit.

“you want some?” you ask, offering to aaron. “i won’t be able to finish this by myself.”

“nah, i don’t smoke with my clients.”

“oh,” you pout, “sorry.”

“stop apologizing,” he sighs, staring at you for a second before reluctantly reaching for the blunt.

“what?” you watch as he takes a few puffs from it, ashing the access onto a paper plate you brought from the kitchen earlier for the snacks.

“stop apologizing. you do that shit all the time. you got nothing to be sorry for.”

you’re about to say ‘sorry’ again until you remember.

“i’ll smoke a blunt with you, then im out.”

“okay,” you smile, pink braces on full display.

aaron pulls from the blunt and you grab the remote to turn the volume on the television up.

aaron wasn’t as mean as you initially thought. unsure if it was the weed that calmed him or if you were overreacting initially—either way he was a nice guy. he asked you questions about your family, school and your personal life and he genuinely listened to your drawn-out high rambling.

the next hour passes with you and aaron smoking a total of two and a half blunts. the snacks you brought to the living room were practically gone as you and he devoured most of them, all thanks to the munchies that snuck up on you both. now the classic stoner film ‘friday’ played while both of you intriguingly watched as if it were your first time.

“why didn’t craig just pay big worm with the check he picked up?” you giggle, feeling light as a feather.

“that nigga probably used it on getting that gun,” aaron joins.

you gasp, replaying parts of the movie in your head. “you’re right, i didn’t even think about that.”

the movie goes on a quick ad break and you turn the television off, preparing for aaron to leave. the sun was setting and you were pretty sure he was ready to go home now.

“thank you, again. i probably would’ve messed that weed up so badly if you didn’t roll up.”

“nah, you good. i enjoyed myself.”

“seriously?” your eyebrows raise.

“wouldn’t have stayed if i didn’t,” he shrugs.

aaron was extremely handsome. a true man if you’d ever seen one. toned thighs spread out on your couch, sculpted arms with a great deal of veins running all over, and beautiful eyes, so alluring that you found yourself staring into them longer than necessary.

“how long you’ve been friends with stacey?”

the distant question draws you back. you were practically floating right now—on a completely different planet from the weed aaron provided.

“um—since middle school. we’ve been friends since we were younger.”

aaron nods, his usually blue-ish green eyes now tinted with a cloud of red. “we became cool around junior year of high school. the girl is crazy but she cool as hell.”

“yes, that’s my bestie. i love her to life.”

aaron chuckles at that, turning to face you. “to life? i ain’t never heard no one say that before.”

“oh,” you wave. “i try not to speak much about death. words have meanings and depth, you know?”

he stared at you for a moment. you were interesting. he’d never met a girl as nice and witty as you. you were a shy thing, but became riveting once comfortable.

“you be reading all those books?” he points to the small bookcase in the corner of your living room. your memory foam bean bag chair and kindle paper white rest there too.

“yeah,” you smile, taking a small amount of pride in your setup.

“for fun?” he asks with genuine concern, which makes you laugh.

“yes. they’re really good. they're mostly romance, so it keeps me entertained.”

“they be fucking?”

you nearly choke at the question. and while yes they did have sex in the books, hearing the bluntness from aaron tripped you out. this was the same man who hadn’t spoken two words to you prior to today.

“s-sometimes. yeah, they do.”

he hums and nods. “what’s your favorite?”

“oh, i can’t pick. i love all of them. i can loan you one and let you read for yourself,” you offer with a nervous grin on your face.

“yeah, might have to see what a good girl like you is doing reading smut and shit.”

your palms sweat as you laugh nervously. “a good girl? what makes you think that?”

“i be watching.”

you knew you weren’t crazy! aaron was watching you.

“and you think i’m a good girl?”

“hell yeah. you just started smoking, i rarely see you at parties and you got all this babygirl shit hung in your house,” he jokes, making you feign shock, looking around at the hello kitty and sanrio decor you owned.

“that’s so mean and it’s not babygirl stuff.” you fold your arms and cross your legs. “it’s hello kitty, she’s an icon.”

“come here,” he says, eyes low, shifting the subject.

“why?” you glare over at him, confused and surprised at the same time.

“if you’re not a good girl, come here.”

you hate how that made your panties dampen. you also hated that you scooted closer to him.

“nah, closer than that. i wanna see you.”

who did this man think he was? he came into your home, made fun of your decor and was now telling you what to do? and why were you listening to him?! it had to have been the weed making you like this. it had to.

your legs had a mind of their own as you flattened your skirt to climb into aaron’s lap. you can’t even ask if you're too heavy because aaron’s hand is cupping your cheek. your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you nervously scan over his face.

“you so damn pretty,” he whispers, voice low as it’s just the two of you right now. you’re taken aback at his statement.

“stoppp,” you groan, smiling shyly behind your hands, your cheeks warming up in the process.

“don’t act like you don’t know,” he chuckles. “i told you i’ve been watching you.”

“i know. i just didn’t think you looked at me like that.”

“how can i not? you got these long ass braids,” he toys at the beads on the end of your knotless. they rest against your butt and hips.

“that pretty ass smile,” you smile at the compliment, pink braces peeking through.

“and this body,” aaron doesn’t say anything else, he takes his time looking over you, his eyes low and tinted red, reading nothing but desire.

you turn your head away, the intensity of the conversation and his gaze too much for you. no man has ever talked to you like this, no man has ever looked at you like this. yeah, a few guys crushed on you throughout the years, but nothing came out of it and absolutely none of them were aaron. he was a man through and through and you enjoyed it. with a set of hands and feet exponentially larger than yours and while you were inexperienced, you knew exactly what it meant.

“can i kiss you, y/n?”

you nod timidly, facing him again, not letting this moment pass. aaron shakes his head before saying. “use your words, be a big girl.”

“yes, please,” you whine, desperate to feel his lips against your own.

running his thumb over your full lower lip, aaron pulls you closer by your chin until your mouth is near his. he takes a moment, looking over you to make sure this is what you wanted. your eyes filled with trepidation and a little bit of anticipation lets him know you want this as bad as he does. that despite your fears you were eager to spend the rest of the evening with him.

his lips finally collide with yours. your breath is caught in the back of your throat, back stiff from the heavy hand aaron provides, but you try to soften up—try to enjoy this serendipitous moment. one of the finest guys on campus was in your apartment holding your waist and kissing your lips.

aaron’s kisses were slow and methodical, almost like he sensed the nerves spreading throughout your body. he took his time kissing your lips, cheeks and neck. you moan softly at his tender mouth all over.

“aaron,” you whisper, toes curling when he starts to unbutton your brown ruffled blouse. “aaron?”

“yeah?” he replies, too entranced on the task at hand to look up at you.

“i…wanna take my time.”

the statement is vague, but aaron somewhat understands. “ill go slow. ill be gentle.”

he didn’t completely get it, so you say it full out.

“aaron, i’ve-i’ve never done this before.”

aaron pauses his actions and focuses on you again, eyes lowered and face twisted in confusion. “you’re a virgin?”

“yeah,” it’s so quiet that if he wasn’t reading your lips, he wouldn’t have heard you.

“yeah?”

you wanted to disappear. you wanted lighting to struck down in this room and blast you to another dimension. “i still want to try. i just don’t know what to do.”

aaron’s head presses into the couch, his eyes piercing into you now. the high you were on was slowly dissipating and your anxiety began to take place once more.

“you really are a good girl,” he heartily laughs, making you smack your lips and push away, falling back into the couch cushion you were previously sitting on.

“aye, aye, i’m playing.”

“it’s not funny,” you didn’t see the joke.

being a virgin at your age was tough. all your girlfriends had stories about their sexual endeavors and sneaky links, while the only encounters you had sexually were with your toys or your own hands. it was embarrassing, honestly. it certainly didn’t help when the one guy you were opening up to was in here cracking jokes like he stood on a def jam comedy stage.

“it’s not a bad thing,” aaron says, “you just a late bloomer.”

god, you didn’t expect the smoke session to take this big of a turn.

“plus i can teach you some things,” you sit up from your slumped position, interest piqued.

“you’re kidding.”

“anything for my best client,” he smirks, using your candle to light the rest of the unfinished blunt.

once it’s lit, aaron pulls you back into his lap, a yelp escapes your mouth at the quick action. this time your legs are wider as you straddle him, ankle length skirt bunched to your waist while his hard on pokes at your thigh.

“best client, huh?”

“you can’t tell?” he jokes, hinting at his growing erection before taking a hit from the wood. “i don’t get like this for everyone.”

you could definitely tell. his erection practically jumped each time you moved or talked. the outline of his print made your mouth water. he was huge. girthy and long. part of you wondered how he walked around with a weapon like that on him, the other part of you wanted to see it in all its glory.

“what can you teach me?”

“a lot. more than you could ever imagine.”

your hips begin to stutter. aaron’s hands rest on both sides of them, careful not to hurt you with the lit blunt, but also helping you start up a slow motion. your mouth falters open at the sensation of your taut clit bumping against his muscled thigh. you look down at yourself in amazement, the simple act mind boggling. you then look up at aaron, the man behind this madness. a lazy smirk plays on his face in response to your reaction.

“oh my god,” you whisper, lashes brushing against the round parts of your cheeks as your eyelids flutter close.

“feels good?” aaron’s deep voice brings you back to reality.

you nod feverishly, speechless at the naughty position you’re currently in. you were grinding your sopping pussy along the cloth of your cotton baby blue panties. the friction from the rough fabric and aaron’s hefty thigh made your body hot with need. you were gonna faint.

“take your time. take what you need, baby.”

he’s smug as a motherfucker. you loved it, craved it. he hits the half smoked blunt and exhales the heavy smoke, wafting it into the air, while your ass clenches with each roll of your hips. you can feel the way you dribble through your panties and onto aaron’s gray joggers. you're in disbelief that this basic contact has you falling apart so easily.

“oooh,” you whine, breaking into a cry as you smother your face on aaron’s chest. “you feel so—so good, oh my god.”

“that’s you, baby,” he chuckles so dark and low, it rumbles against your forehead. “you doing all the work. ‘m fucking proud of you.”

proud?

this fucking man was trying to end you.

but you weren't alone in this heated exchange, because aaron is hissing and groaning with each swipe of your pussy. you make contact with his restrained dick and it has him wanting to pin you down and make you his for the rest of the night, but he knows what you need and how you need it.

slow and steady.

aaron took his time and continued to push and pull your hips forward and backwards.

your speed begins to pick up, desperately needing this anticipated climax to wash over you. aaron grips a fistful of your skirt as he snatches away your blouse. he holds the lit blunt between his thin lips while he completes the indecent task. when your plump breasts are exposed, aaron makes it his due diligence to place the pebbled nipple in his mouth. it causes you to wail, tossing your head back in pure bliss.

“aaron, babyyy,” you’re gasping, eyes leaking with tears from overflowing emotions. the weed, your current cowgirl ride and his mouth and thumb flicking roughly alongside your breasts.

his whole hand wraps around your tit in an easy swoop, gripping the flesh and mouthing at it was the only thing in the world he'd needed. the blunt he smoked prior, now sat ashed out on the paper plate used earlier. you held his full undivided attention.

“you getting there,” he states it, not asking because he knows you're close. “shit driving me fucking insane. look at you, watch how you work.”

you open your eyes at his command, peering down to the scene below. a wet mess. two puddles form on the outside of aaron’s sweats. one from you and the juices you create and another from his leaking dick, dripping with precum as it strains through his pants.

“im gonna cum,” you whimper, mouth pulled into a pout as you hold a strong grip on his hoodie. “need you—need you, aaron, make me cum.”

aaron’s lips crash into yours again, holding you firm by both sides of your chubby cheeks, roughly kissing you. the thick heat of his tongue brushing against yours, and you can’t do anything but join him in the lewd movement, moaning high in the back of your throat. you sense the warm sensation of his callous fingers pulling back your panties as you continue to work.

“fucking look at you,” he groans, the sight of a pink uptight clit bumping along him makes his brain short circuit. “you needed this, didn’t you? you fucking needed me.”

you gasp, shaking your head frantically. you probably looked like a mad woman right now, but you couldn’t care less and aaron didn’t seem to mind one bit.

your back arches higher into his touch, pressing your chest to his, you come apart. the most anticipated orgasm of your life, hits you like a freight train. your thighs shake as you ride out the high of the escapade. gasping and heaving as aaron massages the small part of your back, calming your heightened system down.

“you okay, y/n?” he asks as you keep your head tucked away. you were fucking exhausted.

“yes,” you are still the shy thing he met hours ago. “im so sleepy.”

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?

part 1 to ‘deserve’…here

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.’

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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.

fearless.

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.

“how you doing?”

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.

“was that your nigga?”

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.

“i’ve missed you.”

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.

“you ready?”

“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?”

“yes, stace, i’m good.”

“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.

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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.

“am i going too fast?”

“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.”

“okay.”

“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.”

he was so sexy.

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?”

“yes, please, touch me.”

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.”

“see me?”

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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pairing ⁀➷ aaron x plus-size black reader.

synopsis ⁀➷ the way you speak to aaron drives him insane.

song of chapter ⁀➷ ‘let’s make love’ by silk.

word count + warnings ⁀➷ 645 || 18+, nsfw content, no minors! dirty talk, doggystyle, foul language, pet names, cumming inside.

‘toss your body back and forth, so i can watch you ride.’

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you were a danger to aaron’s entire existence.

aaron often found himself breathless while in the act with you. his vision shifting as he gazed down to watch, mouth hung open in silent pleasure and surprise, as your heavy ass bounced back against his hips.

you left him speechless.

nowhere near a pillow princess, you worked hard to receive what was yours. reaching back every so often to pull him closer, needing to feel his skin against yours, holding your ass cheeks open to make him dive deeper inside—-and your mouth…? aaron could barely find the words to describe the number you did on him. he was only able to rock forward in shock as you moaned out the filthiest things to him.

“stretch me open, baby, i want you to fuck me good, daddy. can you please, baby, please, please?”

“fuckkk,” he physically shivers, as the sounds you make mixed with the sight of your messy pussy is near fatal. “why you talkin’ to me like that, mama? why you sound so fuckin’ good?”

“cause you fuckin’ me so good, baby, oh my goodness. you feel so good inside of me.”

“this pussy got me losing my mind, girl. you got me fuckin’ stuck.”

there’s a sound of a laugh and moan as you continue to throw your ass back on aaron. your face is muffled behind fluffy pillows, your arms tucked underneath them as you take all that aaron gives you.

“want you to fuck me up, want you rough with me, aaron. please aaron, please fuck me harder, daddy.”

“shit, you a nasty ass bitch. you talking so fuckin’ crazy and this pussy soakin’ me all the way up. you want me to beat that pussy up, want me to tear this lil shit up?”

“yea, aaron. want you to pound me so good. i want it so bad, i need it so bad. want that dick in me deeper, baby.”

you’re going on a nonsensical rant, so horny and ready to cum that you have no clue what you’re talking about. aaron exhales, shaking his head while trying to think clearer. folding his lips inward, his hands grip your hips with enough strength to leave marks, but you mind none because aaron’s doing what you requested.

as he moves with more force, you cry out into the pillow while your eyes roll into the back of your skull. “yessss, baby, yessss, fuck—fuck me just like that, aaron, just like that, daddy. you’re fucking me so good, oh my god!”

and aaron’s silent up to this point—unable to hold in his moans, aaron cries out brokenly. gasping and groaning as he attempts to pull out and nut over your ass, but your hand around his and the words you utter out make him pause.

“cum in me, baby, i want you in me, aaron. i want you dripping out of me, daddy, please, please.”

“ahhh, ohhh, fuckkk,” aaron can hardly breathe, mindlessly doing as you plead by staying inside your already wet pussy and fucking his cum into you until you’re both moaning out in satisfaction.

aaron’s entire weight crushes when he falls onto you, trying to catch his breath as you both are spent from the heated moment.

“goddamn, y/n.”

he chuckles and you do the same, ass still raised in the air, as he slowly pulls out of you. aaron takes his time and watches in admiration as his hot sperm spills out of your pussy and onto the mattress. a fucking mess, but he loves it.

“so fucking good, girl,” he smacks your ass while your pussy clenches, emptying the last of his nut out. you begin to shake your ass in a teasing manner, and aaron’s groaning and growing hard once again.

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😭

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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.”

“love you too, ladybug.”

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