deserve (4) — tyriq withers.
pairing ⁀➷ aaron (atlanta episode) x plussize!blackreader.
synopsis ⁀➷ it’s time for aaron to meet your parents. unfortunately things don’t go according to plan.
song(s) of chapter ⁀➷ ‘beautiful’ by mariah carey ft. miguel, ‘sunshine’ by babyface & ‘you got me’ by avant.
word count + warnings ⁀➷ 10.3k || no minors allowed, nsfw content, mature content. foul language, judgmental parents, southern parents, religious parents, alcohol usage(they drink a beer), talks of religion// beliefs in god, argument, differing views, mentions of bible, the lord etc, christian beliefs, reconciliation, pet names ( baby, babe, mama, ma, lady, ladybug) kissing, oral (m + f receiving), praise, fingering, a little anal play (😝) fingers in mouth, rough! aaron sweet! aaron, p in v intercourse.
an—yall favs are backkkk. yall know i cant help but write long fics when it comes to them, i love them baddd. pls read you guys, because this story will follow into the next update and i believe you all will really enjoy it!! i have an announcement coming within the next week, so keep a look out!! anyways, thank you all for the support and love!! i genuinely write this often because you guys make me feel so loved and i love yall right back!!
little notice about this chapter. i gave ‘your’ parents names as it would be easier to read. their last names are just the letter ‘a’ and aaron is a little more mature than the last fics—still the same guy yall love, but he’s a grown man due to passing time.
‘you’re beautiful and your mind is fuckin’ beautiful.’
it’s a question that you’d been asked multiple times since this morning. aaron is standing at the entryway of the bedroom with the most father figure like expression you have ever seen. you’re on your knees folding the last of your items into a large suitcase, checking the nozzles to your skin care products, so nothing can leak out. you experienced that mistake one too many times before.
a three hour and thirty-minute road trip to your parent's home in savannah, georgia and aaron was going to officially meet them today. the thought almost made you vomit. you had no worries on aaron’s end—you knew how much of a good guy he was and had been, knew that he would remain respectful of you and your loved ones. your parents, though? you weren’t so sure. they could be a bit haughty when it came to certain things and you weren’t able to gauge how they’d behave tonight.
there would only be one way to find out.
“i think i do. i packed our pajamas, underclothes, toothbrushes…” you’re listing things off but something’s missing. you’re forgetting something.
“you got everything for your hair? bonnet? mousse? whatever the hell else you use.”
“yeah, it’s all in there. do you have anything you want to add to the bag, it’s still plenty of room.”
“i think i got everything. wish i could bring my playstation, though.”
it makes you snort. him and that system were practically attached. “anyway. help me carry this heavy thing to the car, please.”
aaron pushes away from the wall and joins you on the floor to fully close the suitcase and wheel it outside, you both walk the through the small hallway of your condominium home. after two years together, a shared college graduation and career paths that allowed you to live closer, you and aaron decided to move in with one another. it only made sense. you’d spent most of your time at aaron’s place, so much so that stacey practically lived alone. she didn’t mind one bit, fully able to bring her girlfriend over whenever she pleased.
a one-bedroom condo not far from where the both of you worked. it took a small amount of adjusting as you both grew up only children. you enjoyed the comfort of you and aaron’s home. he allowed you to decorate, knowing you wouldn’t stop begging if he hadn’t, but you didn’t go too far. your taste changed through the years and while you still enjoyed sanrio decor and trinkets, you decided to keep them at a minimum when it came to the living room and kitchen space. opting for modern yet cozy furniture with your favorite greenery surrounding.
you and aaron did continue to sleep with a plush kuromi stuffie every night, though.
that you refused to give up.
aaron has all of your luggage set in the trunk of his dodge charger. he stands outside the vehicle while waiting for you, phone in his hand, as he spoke to his best friend trey.
“i know niggas ain’t worried,” he laughs on the other end, turning off his hair clippers to look into the camera.
“man, i’m fuckin’ scared shitless,” aaron says it with honesty, shaking his head while trey cackles more.
he hadn’t expressed it to you yet, but aaron was worrisome of how your folks would perceive him. he wasn’t perfect, but he loved you, wanted to be with you for the rest of his life and he could only hope your parents would see it in y’all’s relationship.
in the span of two years, the four of you had only shared phone calls or messages with each other due to your parent's busy schedule with church and local work. a part of you knew that was factual and the other half knew they didn’t think this relationship was worthy of their time. it was harsh, but you were familiar with your parents—you knew how dismissive they could be.
“you gon’ be good. y/n’s parents gon’ love you, i can see it already.”
“nah, bro, this some whole other shit. you know, they the pastors from that mega church down in savannah?”
“central faith bapist church?”
“oh, nigga, you’re fucked.”
your parents were well known in the community, being the founders of one of the biggest black churches in georgia. although aaron hadn’t attended any of their services, he heard and watched online as they critiqued young men who dressed and behaved as he did.
trey’s laughing again, but the pit in aaron’s stomach refuses to leave. “y/n seem nervous too, she playing it off good though.”
“those her parents, she already knows what to expect from them.”
aaron watches from afar as you come down the outdoor stairs of the apartment building. “imma call you back, bro.”
you approach the car and place your purse in the front seat. he’s leaning against the vehicle with a nervous grin on his face, watching every move you make.
“what were you just doing?”
“yes, you aaron smith. why are you acting so weird?”
you laugh in curiosity, standing before him as he toys with the ends of your curled hair. you’d spent the entire night wand curling and pinning your hair, making sure everything was right for the following day.
“that’s all i ever want from you, ’ron.”
he huffs. “i’m nervous, bae. i’m scared your folks won’t like me. i don’t want them thinking i turned their daughter out. got her messing around with a bad boy and shit.”
“aaron,” you’re smiling with a small laugh on your lips. “it’s going to be fine. i’m nervous too, if that makes you feel any better.”
you nod. “just a bit, but i know you’ll make a great impression on them. they’re strict, but you’re a genuine person and i think that’s all that’ll matter to them.”
he couldn’t fathom the fact he made it this far. aaron wouldn’t have believed a single soul if they’d told him he’d be settled down with the girl of his dreams. meeting her parents? and actually being nervous about it? aaron couldn’t remember the last time his stomach turned at an upcoming event, but everyday spent with you made him feel that way. you kept him on edge but also calmed him. made his racing heart slow down with each slow blink from your pretty eyes.
aaron was scared out of his mind, but he’d cross any obstacle ten times over if it meant he’d meet you at the finish line.
“come on, bad boy, we gotta get going,” you tease, patting his stomach before walking over to your side of the car.
“you love this bad boy shit.”
“i do,” you purr, leaning over the console to kiss him once he’s settled into the driver seat. “a bad boy turning a good girl out? maybe they won’t be too mad at it.”
you had no clue how the ride to savannah was, as you slept the entire time.
gentle taps and calls of your name are the only reason you awake when you do. the vehicle is parked directly in front of a familiar long paved driveway. the georgia sun was still high in the sky, meaning it hadn’t gotten too late.
you stretch, being careful not to rub your face, as you were wearing makeup. “you ready, aaron?”
“ready as i’ll ever be,” he chuckles. “you ready?”
“you think we should smoke real quick?”
“i’m playing, i’m playing.”
you exit once aaron opens your car door, helping you out before grabbing the gifts for your parents. you walk hand and hand to the front porch of the modern ranch style house. you’d grown up here and were used to the massive land, but aaron seemed a little more surprised.
“‘ron, no cursing, remember?”
he covers his mouth as if it could make him stop. “shit, my bad. shit—”
“aaron!” you whisper yell, trying to help him cease the foul language. “baby, control it, please.”
you don’t even get a chance to ring the doorbell, as the heavy oak door swings open before the both of you. you yelp in surprise, but the sight of your father brings you to.
“daddy!” you squeal and jump into a big hug with him, laughing in excitement when his deep chuckle rumbles on your face. “i’ve missed you, so much, daddy.”
you were super close to your father. a daddy’s girl through and through. he was your best friend, the first person to show you how a man should treat you. he didn’t know it, but your father reminded you so much of aaron. both headstrong men, who were well respected by others. their careers differed, but their characteristics were similar.
“i missed you more, babygirl,” your father takes in the beautiful view of you before turning to aaron who continues to stand at the front door with a smile as he watches the charming father daughter moment.
“aaron,” he extends his large hand and aaron rushes to shake it. “nice to finally meet you in person, young man.”
“same here, sir. it’s an honor to be meeting a man like you.”
the thick mustache above your father’s lip curls upward at aaron’s words and you already know how this thing is about to go. “you all brought gifts?”
aaron looks down at the dark blue gift bag in his hand. “uh, yes. something for both you and mrs. a.”
“well, come on in, let’s get the both of you settled and see what’s in that bag.”
aaron enters the home and you walk beside him, following behind your father as he guides the both of you through the house.
“daddy, you and mom changed the couches?”
the three of you walk past the living room quarters and the new decor immediately caught your attention. you hadn’t been home in some time, but you remembered the furniture in the house previously.
“you know your mother,” he chuckles. “she can’t let the house set for weeks without wanting to change something.”
the home was still magnificent. dark cognac l-shaped sectional sofas, matching tufted ottomans and faux fur pillows and area rugs. pictures of your family hung high over the fireplace.
everyone’s feet continued to shuffle until you’re all in the kitchen, where your mother works away at the stove.
“katy, your daughter is here.”
it captures your mother's distracted attention, immediately turning away from the hot stove to greet you.
“babygirl,” she beams, drying her hands off on a printed hand towel before rushing to embrace you. “oh, my, how i’ve missed you, doll.”
“missed you too, mommy,” you peck her soft check. “say ‘hi’ to aaron, mom.”
and she doesn’t say it upon request, instead taking a second to look over your boyfriend while he tightly smiles.
“nice to meet you, aaron. good to finally see you in the flesh.”
“yes, pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”
he sticks out his hand, but your mother brushes it to the side, pulling him into a hug instead. “we southern, boy, give me a hug.”
it’s one of those older black women hugs and aaron can’t refuse it, chuckling behind her head as she squeezes him.
aaron can see it. can see how you have both of your parents features. your mom’s endearing eyes, gentle voice and aura mixed with the moles and marks you father had scattered over his face and arms. he can also see how they created such a lovely young woman. someone so kind and caring due to the calm environment she’d been raised in.
“my goodness, you are tall, aaron. i did not expect that. what’s your height, love?”
“i believe i’m 6’5, last time i checked.”
her mouth is wide as she laughs. “ha! he’s taller than you, stan.”
“ma,” you chuckle, rubbing your dad’s shoulder. “leave him alone.”
your father was about six feet, but aaron definitely stood a few inches over him.
“yeah, yeah, let’s see if he can handle a propane grill. come on, young man, we outside.”
you’re taking a few steps to aaron, holding his hand as you speak. “are you gonna be okay?”
“yeah, i’ll be good. mr. a got me,” he smiles.
you nod, letting his hand go, watching from the kitchen counter as he and your father exit out the side patio door.
“he’s handsome,” the tease in your mother's voice, is what makes you shift. “you got a good eye, just like your momma.”
“momma, please,” you laugh, shaking your head and crossing into the kitchen to wash your hands at the sink. “what do you need help with?”
you scan over the stove and watch as pots of covered food boils and bubbles, gifting you a delicious aroma of burned cinnamon, melty cheese and smoked turkey parts.
“i’m actually almost done, doll, but you can set the table for me. pull out the good silverware and then get some glasses from the cabinet. i made your favorite sweet tea for dinner tonight.”
you listened, accustomed to setting the table for previous sunday dinners. you fold table handkerchiefs and set them neatly before each seat at the table.
“oh, wow. you weren’t playing, huh?”
katherine laughs, the tight curls from her natural hair bouncing as she moves. “hey, i just wanted to make a good impression for the guests.”
“i’m not mad at you, ma’am, do your thing.”
the nostalgic sound of pots and metal spoons clanking together sounds throughout the kitchen and dining room while the both of you tend to your tasks.
“so…” katherine sings and you know how nosy your mother could be. “how are you liking things? how is it having a lil’ boyfriend now?”
“why do you and daddy call everything lil?”
“i mean y’all are younger than us, so we view you all as little, but don’t try to shift subjects, missy. i asked you a question.”
you’re searching through the drawer to collect perfectly shined dinner utensils as your thoughts float off to the last two years spent with aaron.
“it’s been wonderful, mom. i honestly can’t complain. aaron is real sweet, he’s a great person, truly.”
“more than right. aaron treats me like a princess, he makes me feel like the only girl in the world.”
she hums, shaking some black pepper into the steaming pot. “that’s nice to hear. how is it with you two living together? is he messy like your father is?”
“actually, he isn’t. aaron might be more of a neat freak than me. he has us on a routine for who cleans what throughout the week.”
katherine laughs. “so you hit the jackpot, is what i’m hearing. perfect height, gentleman and he keeps the house clean?”
and you really did. no couple was flawless—you and aaron both had moments of stress when it came to the other, but you both made sure to come together at the end of the day to have a reasonable conversation. communication was a major aspect in your relationship. aaron didn’t believe in going to bed mad at each other. while you were more conflict avoidant, aaron made it his duty to converse of what troubles transpired between you two. he forced you to be honest with him.
you watch from the marble dining table as aaron and your father work on the smoking grill. he seemed to be okay. your father didn’t look as if he were putting him through the ringer.
“how you eat your steaks aaron?”
“um, well done, maybe. i not a big steak fan, sir,” aaron laughs nervously as stanley flips a hunky piece of t-bone steak on the seasoned grill. they’re standing on the side of your family home, watching as the grill burns and smokes, wafting the delicious seared steak and husked corn.
“well done?” he asks incredulously. “you must like eating leather shoes in your spare time as well.”
stanley laughs so rambunctiously, it actually makes aaron jump. his nerves were on fire right now. he knew the reverend of the local georgia church wouldn’t cause harm, but the thought of him fucking something up was what weighed on his chest.
aaron doesn’t know if that’s a question he should answer truthfully. the pastor drank? “um-“
“beer? do you drink beer, aaron?”
he didn’t, but if it would calm his nerves some, aaron was more than willing. “yeah, yes, i do.”
“look in the cooler over there and grab two miller lites.”
aaron listens, opening the red igloo cooler to a twelve pack of beers tucked underneath a bag of ice. aaron fishes for two and hands the other to mr. a. he cracks open the lid on his and takes a quick sip, continuing to turn the steaks, before he speaks again.
“you know you’re the first boy my daughter has ever brought home?”
“you know how serious something like that is? she’s in her mid twenties and i have never even heard her speak on another guy. that is, until you—aaron smith came along. you’re all my babygirl talks about,” it causes aaron to smile, mind drifting off to you. “so i wonder what makes you so special. what makes you different from the rest of the cats out there?”
and aaron wants to laugh at the old school lingo your father uses, but he swallows the laugh down, quickly clearing his throat as he formed an answer.
“to be fair with you, mr. a, there ain’t much. i’m just like any other young man you may know. i have my flaws—i’m nowhere near perfect, but i do love y/n. i love her more than i love myself at times if i’m being honest—but she makes me search for that love, makes me feel like i’m worth it. i don’t take the care she has for me lightly. i understand just how privileged i am to be with a woman like her.”
that was aaron’s testimony. it wasn’t easy to say to your father as they’d just met today, but aaron could only be truthful. it still got to him sometimes—the luck bestowed upon him to have a girl like you in his life. a true ray of sunshine, beaming to help him grow to his full potential. your mind, your heart and overall being were the epitome of beauty.
“mhm,” stanley grunts. “you rehearsed that answer, boy?”
aaron snorts. “straight from the dome, sir.”
the sliding glass door of the patio clicked close as your father and aaron emerge from the other side. you smile and aaron raises his eyebrows at you, holding a tray of charred cobbed corn in his hands.
“you can set it on the table over here, aaron.”
he listens to your mother and sets the hot tray down, turning back to you when he’s done. “you good, ladybug?”
you’re leaning into his chest and he’s caressing your back, fingers pinching at a roll on your side.
“‘ron,” you groan, pulling away. “you always do that.”
it’s not intentional. aaron just couldn’t keep hands off you. you were so soft and lush all over. his hands always found a way to touch on you no matter what.
“you two are adorable,” katherine brushes past again, gathering the rest of the dinner items. you back away from aaron shyly, not wanting to display such affection in front of your mother. “i see you guys matching and all.”
“y/n picked out our outfits.”
aaron wore a black collared shirt with a white long sleeve underneath, while you wore a pink button up and black blouse. you were going for something casual but cute at the same time. you didn’t want to exactly match, but leaned towards something in similarity.
“you would think with an outfit like that, y/n would put on some pants to cover up some,” katherine laughs and shakes her head.
she says it like a joke, but you knew she meant it. you loved your mother, but she could be so judgey at times. making comments on your size, clothing and personal decisions. they bothered you more when you were younger, but you were an adult now and whatever choice you made, she would have to live with.
you don’t have a chance to give a response because aaron is already speaking on your behalf. “it’s still warm out, mrs. a. you know georgia weather, hot one day and raining the next.”
he chuckles and your mother agrees, starting up another conversation about the current climate, while aaron winks over at you. he had your back no matter what.
the dining room becomes filled as four bodies join at the table to hold hands in prayer. all heads are bowed and stanley speaks before everyone.
“father god, we want to thank you for this delicious dinner, we are about to receive. we ask that you allow this food to nourish our bodies. we ask for you to bless the beings that prepared this meal and for you to keep your hands over everyone sitting at this table tonight. in jesus name, we pray, amen.”
“amen,” you all respond in unity.
“now, everyone, dig in. please help yourselves to whatever your heart desires.”
the array of food is otherworldly. fried chicken, collard greens, baked mac and cheese, candied yams. you could go on and on. you missed a nice home cooked meal from your parents, used to cooking for yourself or aaron’s attempt at dinner which mostly consisted of frozen chicken nuggets and white rice.
“do you want me to make your plate, aaron?”
you offer because he was the guest in your parent's home. it seemed like the proper thing to do, but aaron refused.
“i’m good, babe. make your plate.”
you can feel both katherine and stanley’s eyes on you and aaron, watching as you two interact. they were taking down mental notes.
“how are things going at your school, y/n?”
you scoop some greens onto your plate before answering your mother’s question.
“it’s been great. i’m beginning to build a relationship with the students, they’ve started to open up to me more.”
“that’s nice. how is the salary, are you able to take care of all your finances? because you know how they pay teachers out this way, it’s close to nothing.”
your career as a school counselor was rewarding in every sense. after obtaining your degree in english, you were in a position to help middle school students navigate their complex feelings during turbulent times in their lives. you’d always been a very insightful person, able to read others emotions well and give advice you thought was best. kids, though? it wasn’t exactly a cakewalk in the beginning. preteens were tougher, they held a harder shell than adults with all the growing hormones and stuff. but through promotional school flyers, sit downs during lunch and meeting with them at their level you were able to gain a rapport with the 11-14 year olds, allowing them to confide in you for guidance.
“the pay is good. i can handle my big girl responsibilities and still have something for myself on the side.”
you decided against telling your parents about you and aaron’s financial splits. he paid portions to certain things and let you help out whenever. he was firm on him paying the big bills. it was best to keep some things to yourself, as it kept your relationship with aaron strong.
“how about you, aaron?” pastor stanley asks, speaking up for the first time in a while. he cut into his steak and bit a piece from his fork, awaiting an answer from your boyfriend.
“you got your degree in gaming, right?”
aaron swallows a glassful of katherine’s sweetened lemonade tea.
“not quite gaming, sir. i’m a software engineer. i develop, run tests and design software systems. i’m freelancing right now, but i work with companies who hire me for a certain amount of time.”
aaron was smart, calculated. in both his profession and in socialization. you watched as he spoke with your father and it gave confirmation that you’d picked the right man to be in a relationship with. he knew how to turn it on and off. knew how to make a good impression, while remaining true to himself.
aaron’s love of technology led to his current career. he made a decent amount of money with each job he took on, no longer reliant on selling weed and working at a tech store, but instead focusing solely on making money from a full time position. he’d always excelled in school and found the work to be rather easy. becoming a software engineer was just another skill he collected along the way.
something had to change. your parents had been asking questions all night. it was now your turn to pry into their lives.
“daddy, how’s things at the church? everything going well?”
“business as usual. you know how it goes. you’d be able to see things first hand if you attended service, you know.”
you shrug, collecting some syrupy yams onto your fork. “i can only watch the live videos right now, daddy. i’m still swamped with work and my everyday life.”
“y/n,” he shakes his head, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “there should be no such thing as too busy for the lord. he makes a way for you, you should do the same for him.”
it’s reminiscent of when you were a child and wanted to hang out with friends, but were instead forced to attend bible study after school.
“the lord knows my heart, daddy. he sees how busy i am.”
your response earns a grunt of disapproval from your father and a small chuckle from aaron. the table grows eerily quiet and all eyes shift towards your boyfriend.
“something funny, aaron?”
and it’s as if aaron didn’t realize he’d made a remark. he looks around the room confusedly.
“something funny?” your father repeats, elbows on the table. “i thought i heard you say something.”
“daddy-“ you try to interject, but aaron interrupts.
“nothing’s funny, i just—i just find it kind of crazy that we put so much on one person.”
“who? on my daughter or on the lord?”
aaron shakes his head, preferring not to get into a debate with your father. “forget i said anything, mr.a.”
“no, no, no, we’re talking, we’re having a conversation. please finish your sentence.”
you’re silently pleading with aaron to not say anything else, wide eyes and a serious look on your face. you knew how far this conversation would go. your father was deeply devoted to god and was willing to go to bat with anyone who disagreed with his sentiments.
aaron sat up straighter. “both, sir. both your daughter and the lord.”
“please explain further, i’m intrigued to hear what you have to say.”
“stanley, let it go. not tonight, honey.” katherine holds on to her husband’s folded hand and hopes he’ll walk away from this battle, but his vision is focused on aaron.
“i just think y/n works hard. she stays after school to help with children that aren’t hers, helps her friends whenever they need her, and still finds time to maintain our home. if she can’t attend church every so often, it shouldn’t be held against her so strongly, but that’s just my opinion, sir.”
your father chuckles. quick and airless. “my daughter is well aware of her obligations with the lord. she’s grown up in a household where church is first priority—anything else comes immediately after. no job, associate or lil boyfriend is going to change that.”
there was that word again.
“lil boyfriend?” aaron snorts. “alright, mr. a. you got it. forget i said anything.”
you only exhale for a second, thankful that they were letting this argument go, but your father speaks again and any relief you felt quickly vanished.
“let me ask you, aaron, what is your relationship with god like? do you believe that there is a higher power, young man?”
you prayed aaron wouldn’t respond and would instead finish eating the crunchy chicken your mother fried.
you should’ve known better.
“i don’t believe in a god, sir.”
those words held enough strength to make the entire foundation of your family’s house crumble.
“stanley,” your mother calls.
“there it is! you don’t believe so you want my daughter to follow in your footsteps.”
“daddy, stop, please,” your voice is useless compared to the bass of these two men.
“i don’t make y/n do anything that she doesn’t want to. i don’t feel the need to control her, she’s a grown woman with her own identity.”
aaron wasn’t lying. not once did he make you feel less than for believing in a god. he hadn’t grown up the same way you had, but aaron never judged.
he had it a bit rougher. raised by a single black father who instilled beliefs that differed from yours. it hardened him. he didn’t have a motherly touch to soften the blow of this cruel world, which led to him not following in a faith of a god. he was unconvinced in all the mumbo jumbo of a lengthy man made book. he held his perception of what religion was.
“it’s funny,” your father's cadence is similar to the one used when he stood at the church’s pulpit. he didn’t realize this was home and not sunday service—that you all were family and not wayward sinners looking for reformation. “before you came around, my daughter had plenty of time to attend church, it seems now she wants to keep up with you and your lifestyle.”
“my lifestyle? what the fuck does that mean?”
aaron’s foul language makes your eardrums ring. it didn’t bother you when he cursed at home, but here and now? you were ready to crawl under the kitchen table.
“take it however you want, young man. i smelled it on you from the moment you walked in here.”
aaron’s smoking dwindled over the years, but you and him still got high whenever work days were stressful. you two worked hard and deserved a little smoke when necessary.
“stanley, you need to cut it out. that is enough now,” your mother’s threats fade into the background as her husband and aaron tussle in a cold stare down.
you don’t know what to do, looking between the two most important men in your life as they’re at odds. so much alike. you’d always said they were similar in nature and standing firm on their words were just one of the many ways they were the same.
“aaron, please. let’s go outside for some air, please.”
he gazes down at you, almost forgetting you were present and that he wasn’t in enemy territory. aaron always held up a strong defense. he’d been hurt one too many times in the past and refused to let anyone treat him that way again. but you…you molded this man into putty. he got so delicate when it came to you. he’s so close to snatching you up and storming out of this damn house. unfortunately, it’s the next words your father spills that ends dinner sooner rather than later.
“and you expect me to give approval for a marriage, you’re out of your mind, boy. absolutely not!”
the metal chair aaron sits in slides across the floor with a harsh scrape. he stands tall and glares at your father, heaving hotly with a reddened face and before you know it you’re all standing.
“what’chu trynna do? you gonna fight me in my own home? that’s what you want, aaron?”
“aaron! please, baby, let’s go outside, please!”
aaron’s stone-cold silent. icy eyes burning with rage. you hold onto his arm and try to pull him away, but he’s bigger and stronger than you. it’s nearly impossible.
“aaron, aaron, please listen to me, please.”
you’re on edge, praying no hands get thrown, but it’s aaron who does nothing. unclenching his balled fists, he scoffs at this entire chaotic situation before rushing to make his way out of the house. you tremble in fear as the front door slams shut.
“stanley, you have completely lost your mind!”
“katy, i do not want to hear it,” he dismisses your mother. “that boy came into my home and disrespected me. what the hell else do you expect me to do?”
“not act the way you just did. you oughta be ashamed of yourself.”
katherine exits the room as well, footsteps retreating to the patio for some air. it’s just you and your father in the kitchen now. your heart pounds as you’re completely and utterly heartbroken.
“babygirl,” he reaches out to touch you, but you don’t allow it, pushing his hand away while looking up at him in disbelief. “so you’re mad at me too, huh?”
“daddy, how could you? how could you treat aaron like that? he-he hasn’t done anything to you, yet you acted so cruelly towards him.”
“y/n that boy started with me. he disrespected your father and the lord.”
“he’s not a boy, dad, stop calling him that. aaron is a grown man and you should treat him as such.”
your father smacks his lips, waving a hand as if this conversation were beneath him. “please.”
“i cannot believe you right now. you know how much i love aaron, and this is how you behave towards him. you treated him like scum on the bottom of your shoe.”
“you love him?” his eyebrows touch as he frowns. “what in the world could you possibly know about love, girl? this is just a silly lil relationship that will pass in the years to come. you and that boy know nothing about love.”
that’s how he really felt.
any other action provided by him earlier was all for show. this—this was your father's true feelings.
“you still think i’m a child. you still think i’m that little girl who used to run around here, but i am a grown woman, daddy. i know what i want from this life, i know what brings me true happiness and it’s being with aaron. whether you like it or not, i plan on spending the rest of my life with him and i’m not letting you or anyone else stand in the way of it.”
‘girl, you taste so damn sweet, you got me.’
hours past. aaron had taken his car and went on a drive. you couldn’t help but be worried as y’all were stationed deep in georgia, these parts weren’t the safest at night. you’d been calling and texting his phone all evening, hoping he’d respond in some way, but you received nothing.
your parents were both upstairs in their bedroom. they’d always been early sleepers. the kitchen was cleaned after a disaster of a dinner and you now lounged in the living room area of your family home. you wanted to be the first to see aaron when he came back. he’d been the fighter in this relationship. he’d been the one to mend any problems you two had, it was now your turn to do the same for him and much to your luck, the front door creaked open, revealing your boyfriend.
the house is dark, with only the table side lamp illuminating his shadowed footsteps. you breathe in, quickly rising from the couch to check on him.
“ ‘ron,” your voice is feather-like. “ ‘ron, are you okay?”
he’s able to pull a smile, holding your face in the palm of his hand. “yeah, my head is just—it’s been a long day, bug. i ain’t mean to leave you and shit, i’m sorry.”
aaron was usually the one to stay and work things out, but he had to get out of this house before things went further than necessary.
“it’s okay. i know that today has been hard on you and i want to apologize for how everything went, you didn’t deserve any of that.”
“why you apologizing? you ain’t start all of this, y/n.”
“i know, it’s just—it’s just i brought you here and i-” he cuts off any blame you may have for yourself.
“you brought me here to meet your parents, that’s it, that’s all. how you supposed to know things would go off like they did.”
a man. even after all that occurred, aaron didn’t have anything ill to say. you truly had no words for him right now. the only thing you can do is tuck your head into his chest when he brings you into a hug.
“do you want to go somewhere else. maybe a hotel or something?”
you weren’t sure if he was comfortable staying here after the mess that happened moments ago.
“nah, it’s late as hell. i don’t want you outside at this time of night. we gon’ ride it out here.”
“yeah. okay, um, we can probably take the basement?”
you would’ve bunked in your old bedroom, but it was much too close to your parents and you preferred not to disturb them with running showers and whispered conversations. they’d been obnoxious all throughout the day, but it didn’t mean you had to be an asshole right back.
you lead aaron through the hushed home, trailing downstairs until you reach a closed door.
“you trynna kill me for messin’ with your dad?”
“shut up,” you roll your eyes, expelling a small giggle. pushing open the door, you turn on a nearby light and display a basement that looked much like a mini house.
it’s decorated modestly. a few pictures of iconic black figures displayed about, a section of leather recliner chairs and a giant flat screen tv mounted to the dark wall.
“it’s the family room, i guess. they haven’t had many people spend the night through the years, so i’ve been down here a lot.”
aaron helps as you pull the queen-sized murphy bed from it’s chest. you fluff out the blankets and pillows.
“there’s a bathroom right next door. you wanna shower first, babe?”
“yeah, imma run outside to grab our stuff and then i’m going to hop in.”
the minutes pass as you and aaron prepare for bed. bodies both showered and teeth brushed, now laying next to each other as the distant sound of white noise played on the tv nearby. it was the only remedy to help you sleep, and aaron didn’t seem to mind it either.
“i just remembered what i left at home.”
you can feel the rumble of aaron’s chuckle as you lay on his chest. he smelled like dove bar soap and you smelled the same as it was the only wash you packed for your trip down here. “what you forget?”
“my retainers,” you sigh. “i’m supposed to be wearing them every night.”
you’d recently gotten your braces removed and while the hectic and sometimes painful braces experience was over, the tedious task of wearing a retainer quickly came to take place.
“knew you was gon’ forget something. one night shouldn’t do too much damage, tho.”
you shift in the bed, leg resting on top of aaron’s as he holds you tighter. “do you want to talk about it, ‘ron?”
you hear the air he releases. he’s tired and it’s evident in his groggy voice. “not tonight, bug. i just want to get some rest for now.”
you understood. there would always be tomorrow morning when you could have a debriefing. you try to go to sleep, but the day continues to play around in your head.
“i just want you to know that i love you, aaron,” you sit up from his chest, needing him to know how you truly felt. “i love you, regardless of what anyone else says or thinks. i know what we have and i know exactly who you are. no one can change my mind.”
he’s watching you, arms folded behind his head as you give kind words, healing whatever injuries he’d received from your father and anyone else who’d hurt him in the past.
aaron doesn’t have a response initially, only able to tug on your face to press your mouth to his. once, twice, three times. they’re small, cute pecks, but he holds your forehead to his when he’s finished.
“i love you too, baby. you don’t even know how much i care for you.”
you really didn’t. aaron was unable to put the feelings into words.
“do you think we’re going to hell?”
you made him laugh. “long as you’re with me, i’ll be straight.”
you smile onto his mouth, smooching soft pink lips while a smacking sound emits from the both of you. kissing was one of your favorite things to do with him. aaron was a great kisser, who’d taught you a thing or two in the process, like slipping in a little tongue during the heat of the moment.
aaron groans and you giggle. “what’chu doing?”
“what?” you’re playing clueless as you suck on his bottom lip, manicured nails scrapping along his bare, wide thigh.
“aye, don’t do that, baby. not here, not right now.”
you’re surprised by his refusal. this nympho was turning you down?
“we at your parents crib, y/n. they got all these pictures of malcolm x and shit hanging up.”
you pout. “i’m sure malcolm won’t mind.”
“baby,” he sighs. he wanted you too. there wasn’t a time when he didn’t, but tonight didn’t feel appropriate.
“we’ll be quick, just let me get some, ‘ron.”
he can’t do anything but stare at you, glaring as you shimmy in the bed, lowering yourself until you’re near his groin area. he’d grown hard beneath gray drawers, wearing only a pair of those, as he hated being fully dressed for bed. while the end of your flower printed nightgown began to rise above your hips as you arched into the air.
he’d deserved it. deserved some head and so much more. your fingers wrap around his clothed dick and you kiss him, holding his length to your gorgeous face. aaron’s lifting from the bed, watching intensely as you tease him.
“you playin’. you ain’t bout it for real.”
he had no faith in you. the skepticism in his voice is what forces you to go full throttle, pulling his big dick from his underwear without a single rebuttal to follow. you suck him down immediately, opening your mouth fully as he glides down your throat with ease.
you’d gotten better at giving head in the last few years, now able to keep him in your mouth without gagging. aaron’s in shock each time, though. hissing and grabbing at your satin scarf while you stay there constricting around his dick. when you do come up, it’s with a cough and a string of spit following. you used the lubricant your lips created to jerk along his shaft.
“aww—fuck, baby. get that shit, girl.”
he’s encouraging as you stroke him, wrist flicking when your focus on the tip of his dick.
you make him groan. gorgeous eyes and puffed lips staring up with endearment, unaware of how much power you possessed over him.
and he was. the room is fairly dim, but you could easily spot this man in a packed out concert. his toned chest, long arms and strong neck all for your viewing as he lay in this bed resembling a sexy male model. his dick deserved it’s own category. caramel bronzed skin along the shaft, protruding veins circling around, while the head of his dick is a muted rose color. the tip leaks with precum each time you remove him from your lips.
you’re taking him down again, giving yourself a chance to breathe as you exhale through your nose some. you keep your mouth around the top half of him while your soft, dainty hands stroke the lower end.
aaron’s reaching out to touch you, extending his hand to smack your raised ass, causing a shock whimper to flow from your mouth. you moan around his dick, moaning out “mmmm, mhm, mhm” when you feel his fingers tug back the bikini lined panties you’re wearing.
“you wet as fuck already,” aaron notes the gossamer of slick retracting from the inside of your panties. you created a puddle just from giving him head and the excitement of doing an activity this risky at your parent's place.
the knuckle of his finger nudges against your entrance. he’s teasing you now, giving only a little bit of pleasure as you try to rock back into his touch.
“uhn, uhn, stay right there,” it’s almost a warning.
you come with a wet pop from your lips. “‘ron, put them—put them in me, baby.”
“you be rushing. what i tell you ‘bout that?”
slow and steady was how aaron preferred things. you did as well, but your excitement got in the way sometimes, leading you to believe you could handle more than you actually could. you’d gotten better over the duration of the relationship, able to take him without such a struggle, but there were still times you needed to pace yourself.
“aaron, please, i need you, want you in me.”
he chuckles darkly. “which one is it, you need or want it?”
you clench around the smooth side of his finger as he gives you just a tiny bit, thumb now swiping along your slick opening. you’ve given up on keeping him in your mouth, much too distracted with your own need. selfish. kittenish kisses all you’re able to give his hardened dick as he continued to throb in your hand.
“both, baby. want and need you.”
“you fuckin’ greedy, that’s why.”
you gasp, mouth drawn upwards when he inserts his long middle finger. “don’t be mean, ‘ron.”
you’re helpless. his little baby. and aaron is unable to deny you, placing his opposite hand on the lower part of your back as his finger fucks you further.
“that pussy so muthafuckin’ pretty,” he compliments, craning his neck to get a good view of your drenched cunt.
you’re pulsating around his digit, pink folds encasing him completely. like a flower petal or something close to it, you’re holding him tightly. so much so that aaron’s thumb makes it way to your asshole. it’s rough. the friction of his thumb and the tautness of your hole, but it makes you moan out, squeezing around him as both fingers work in unison.
“ooh, yes, oh my —‘ron, just like that, just like that.”
it’s babbles as you moan out, jaw dropped open as you indulge in the feel. you’re practically drooling on his lap as he adds another finger to the mix, sitting up in the bed to push you down more. you’ve allowed him to take all control, uselessly gripping his thigh while his fingers piston in and out of you.
“yes, yes, yes,” your voice is hushed, shakily you reach up to cover your mouth as the first orgasm crashes into you. you’re shivering as you climax onto his hand, dribbles of your cum falling onto the sheets while aaron fucks you through it.
he pulls his fingers out once he’s sure you’re entirely finished. aaron tugs you by the back of your nightgown, placing you right before him as he now kneels on the bed.
“suck it off, taste that shit.”
he doesn’t have to repeat the command because instantly your tongue is swirling around his two fingers, moaning in delight as you gaze up at him.
“you so fuckin’ bad,” it’s a loving tap that aaron sends to your face. serious yet gentle. “your badass got your folks thinking it’s me. they just don’t know.”
he leans down to kiss you, grabbing both sides of your face to make you give duck lips, instantly earning harsh suckles and groans from him as he’s able to taste your pussy on your tongue.
“love you, baby. love you so much, aaron, you’re all i want.”
“fucking love you too, mama. want you forever, want that pussy forever, don’t need shit else.”
he gets so intense when he’s like this. cursing, foul language and actions, but you know that he loves you. you know, this is how aaron is. a gentle giant in every sense of the word.
he forces you to turn away, placing your backside towards him, full ass raised as he puts a helpful arch in your back. condoms we’re no longer apart of the routine. you and aaron actually stopped using them from the day you started. trust and birth control were the only defenses you kept on hand.
“hold that shit. don’t move, okay?”
you nod, willing to do whatever he asked of you, awaiting his actions when you feel the tip of his dick prodding at your entrance. it brings the moan you swallowed back to surface when he gives you just that. just the tip, little by little. bumping it into your pussy a small bit before retracting completely.
“‘ron, don’t—don’t be so mean, baby.”
he ignores you, continuing on with his previous actions. he’s focused and you know it. you can’t see him, but you’re sure his light colored eyes are squinted and that lump in his throat is bobbing with every move he makes.
“mhm,” he grunts, answering wordlessly.
“please move, baby, can’t wait anymore.”
“let it sink in, ma. let it work.”
it’s almost like it happens on it’s own. you don’t push back and aaron doesn’t pull forward, but you cry out when his dick slips inside, stretching you open in a way you can’t forget no matter the situation.
“just like that, yesss,” your moans flow into the sheets as you hold your head downwards. “aaron, you feel so good, baby, feel so, so good.”
“that’s you, that’s this wet ass pussy gripping me,” aaron smacks one of your ass cheeks almost as if he were frustrated. “fucking love being inside you.”
it never got old. the feel of you, your whimpers or the mind-blowing faces you made—aaron never got enough. he always found something new to try that would bring you close to the edge.
aaron begins to drop his hips, dick sliding into your squelching pussy with slow precision. he loses himself in you, not focusing on anyone or anything else, but you’re well aware. despite the pinned position you’re in, you attempt to keep your voice down.
you’re faceplanted as you moan out, bringing a shaky hand to your chest to squeeze your own tender breasts. “you’re—you’re so deep, ‘ron. oh, my godddd.”
“you fucking taking me, you taking me so good, girl.”
it’s like a drug, almost. you claw helplessly at the sheets for any kind of help, but quickly get distracted. there’s a noise. far away, but it sounded like someone was moving around upstairs. this house was here before you were even born and it creaked on a constant, but you were sure one of your parents was awake.
“‘ron, ‘ron, wait, wait, wait,” you’re reaching back to push him away, but aaron snatches your hand, bending your arm away from him as he prevails in the assault of your pussy.
“baby, baby, i think i—i think i hear something.”
he laughs and it’s at you. “that’s too fucking bad. you wanted this shit, throw that ass back on me, come on and wet me up.”
“aaron, please,” he’s not letting up, hips smacking your ass with every heavy thrust he makes, keeping rhythm with the flow of your bouncing ass. “oof-ooh my god.”
you’re conflicted. between getting away from him or allowing your boyfriend to continue plowing into you. the hand you used to massage your breasts inches higher and you bring a hand to your mouth, trying to quiet yourself. it’s almost impossible. muffled cries from you, low grunts from aaron and the most obscene, sloppy noise from the both of you.
“you—you, ‘ron, i’m-“ you can’t put the words together, always speechless with every action aaron takes. he knows this, knows how much your breath is taken away when he switches the pace in his strokes.
“you can’t even get that shit out. you so focused on cumming, you can’t even speak.”
“yeahhh,” you whine, “get me there ‘ron, want you so bad—badly.”
“you got me, you know you fuckin’ got me,” he means current and future tense, you were his forever. both of his strong hands press into the lower half of your back while he humps his dick deeper.
you could care less about any noise your parents might hear because the tears forming in the corners of your eyes are a signal you’re about to cum and aaron’s not too far. he’s gone silent, holding the buildup in until he could no longer.
aaron cums first. hips pulling away as the orgasm and you clenching at the same time might be the end of him. his breathing is rough and shallow, tugging on his dick as he spurts his nut on the expanse of your back, holding a wad of your night grown in his closed hand.
you think he’s finished and you start to move around, but aaron’s on your case instantly. he keeps you in position while he knelt before your pussy, placing his face into your cunt to lap at your throbbing clit.
“oh, yesss,” you practically smother yourself when you whine into the mattress. “yes, yes, aaronnn.”
he’s sucking on the nub unforgivingly, wide tongue able to eat at you at once. from your slit down to your clit, aaron laps at all of you until you’re vibrating on his face. you’re seeing stars from how hard you orgasm, riding his tongue until the touch becomes too much and you have to scoot away.
aaron’s grabbing you to kiss your lips for the final time tonight, roughly expressing a, “i fucking love you, girl.”
you’re officially tired. now resting back on aaron’s chest as he caresses your backside. the slowed pace of his beating heart and the steady hum of white noise bring you close to sleep, but a thought from earlier pests with you.
“today with my father, i heard him mention something about approving a marriage. it was right before you left.”
you’re asking for clarification because you weren’t sure if you were the only one to hear his comment.
“hm,” aaron hums once more.
“aaron,” you warn, knowing he hadn’t fallen asleep that fast. “stop playing.”
“we talking about all that in the morning, remember?” he brings you into his embrace more, not answering the question, but instead forcing you to lay with him as you both go to sleep.
‘i’ve never felt so right, no. want you for the rest of my life.”
the morning came and went. you hadn’t woken until twelve o’clock in the afternoon. tossing around in an empty bed, you awake to see aaron was gone. you quickly get yourself together, putting on actual clothes and washing your face, before taking steps through the house to find your family and boyfriend.
you’re on the edge of the stairs when you look to see aaron and your mother in the living room on the couch together. they share a genuine laugh and don’t even notice you until your footsteps are heard.
“oh, good morning, sweetheart,” your mother beams to greet you. she’d fixed her face in her usual makeup look, a routine she never missed, no matter the day. “i was just showing aaron some of our photo albums, come, come, come.”
you follow your mother’s directions, taking a seat between her and aaron, he grips onto your shoulder just because. any way to touch you, aaron was going to.
“and right here is my babygirl’s first spelling bee. she won first place this day.” she flips through the vintage album, showing an old photo of you. you present a toothless grin, holding up a certificate earned from spelling the word ‘rainbow’. you were in second grade, times were simpler.
“is that aunt clem, momma?”
it’s a picture of one of your elders holding a bottle of wine to their mouth as they drink straight from the container. it looked like a family reunion setting.
“chile, yes. i don’t even know who took this or how it got in here.”
aaron snorts and you giggle, watching as your mother goes through the album more.
“you know another reunion should be coming up soon. i believe your great-grandmother mable is turning 103 this year. it would be nice if you could make it.”
“would you come with me, ‘ron? you can meet all of my family and my cousins. they do this big outdoor fish fry and we play games all night. it’ll be really nice.”
aaron’s in just a little bit of shock. “you want me there, ladybug?”
“yes. i think the rest of my family will want to meet you.”
just as you finish your sentence, another being enters the room. it’s your father. he’s dressed in a button up and slacks, always a dapper fellow.
you don’t respond, but aaron does. “good afternoon, sir.”
“how is everyone? what are you all doing?”
your mother answers, while you watch as he crosses the room. “going through our photo albums, nothing much.”
“that’s nice,” he hums, waiting only a few seconds before saying something else. “aaron, can i speak to you please?”
and like the respectful man he is, aaron stands immediately. you check with him first before allowing him to leave. “you gonna be okay, aaron?”
“i’m good, babe. just give me a minute.”
you and your mother watch from the couch as the two men walk down the hallway and enter the office together. “momma, what do you think they're talking about?”
“i don’t know, girl,” she laughs at your nervousness. “your father is probably apologizing for how he behaved last night.”
“apologizing?” the word was foreign to your father. “mom, you think daddy is apologizing to anyone, let alone aaron?”
she’s closing up the photo albums, stacking each thick book on top of each other. “i have no clue, but i guess we just have to wait and see.”
you don’t have to wait too long because your father is calling you into the room as well. you stare over at your mother while she shrugs and takes a sip from her hot mug.
“is that the coffee we got you guys?” you remembered the gift of vietnamese coffee blends you and aaron purchased for them, as they were avid coffee lovers. you searched for something simple yet unique as a gift for them.
“ooh, yes, honey, and it is fancy. me and your father really like it.”
they were supposed to wait for you to open the gift and guide them, but you can only chuckle at your mothers excitement.
your feet begin to guide you, while your mind is elsewhere. was he about to banish you from the house? kick you out of the family will? or worse—had he and aaron shared heated words once again.
you enter the room to aaron sitting on the chair before your father, while the patriarch sits behind his mahogany desk, a matching chair underneath his bottom. they both look over at you with normal expressions. no one seemed pissed.
“please sit, babygirl,” you listen, hands behind your back as you cross the room to sit down beside aaron. “i was sitting here with aaron and we just had a wonderful conversation. i apologized to him for my behavior last night, and i want to do the same with you.”
you blink in surprise. he was apologizing.
“i am deeply sorry for everything that happened at dinner, babygirl. you didn’t deserve any of my terrible behavior. you brought aaron here to meet with us and i let my own selfish ways stand between it, and for that i apologize.”
your father rarely apologized. only a few times in your life had you heard the words. maybe after an argument with your mother or repentance from the lord, but he was a man of few apologies. the incident that occurred must’ve done a number on him.
“it’s fine daddy. i appreciate your words and i appreciate your apology.”
he claps, chuckling heartily. “i couldn’t get any sleep last night as i kept thinking about yesterday. it ate me like crazy.”
your cheeks heat as memories from last night flood you. you stare straight ahead because staring at aaron would make you burn with anxiety after the time you two shared.
your father continues on. “i saw how much you care for aaron and how much he cares for you, and…i can’t stand in the way of that. what you two have is something i ain’t never seen before, and i can only hope that you hold on to it. don’t let me, you mother or anyone else convince you other. i was hard on you both, but just know i approve of any decisions you two make for yourselves—marriage, mortgages, children.”
you must’ve been swooped into an alternate reality. children? your father was accepting grandchildren? you hadn’t even thought about having any kids, but the thought didn’t necessarily bother you. a few babies resembling you and aaron running around the neighborhood?
it sounded…quite beautiful, actually.
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