candy drip (2) â tyriq withers.
pairing ââ· nerd!aaron(atlanta episode) x plus-size!blackreader.
synopsis ââ· you teach aaron how to kiss both sets of lips.
song(s) of chapter ââ· âblowâ by beyonce & âteach meâ by miguel.
word count + warnings ââ·. 2.4k || no minors allowed! nsfw content! mature content! flirting, shy!aaron, nerd!aaron, slighty bimbo!reader, pet names (airbear, baby, babe, angel, daddy) kissing, tongue kissing, pussy eating, descriptions of vagina.
anâhereâs pt2, yall. pls forgive me for the tardiness of this but i hope yall enjoy. (also imagine aaron has longer hair than in the pic below!)
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âpink is the flavor, solve the riddle.â
you made aaron feel like less of a loser.
while it sounded pretty pathetic, aaron didnât mean it in a self-deprecating way. he genuinely found you interesting and so, so adorable if he were to be honest. the ends of your pink feather covered kitten heels click on the tile flooring of the college hallways. youâre oblivious to the attention you garner. sleazy boys attempting to look underneath your skirt as you past them by and aaron trails behind closely, making sure no one gets an unwarranted peek at you.
heâd allowed you into his shared dorm room as you two had a something special planned today, but you and his roommate lyn were having a never-ending conversation about the film star wars. the 11 movie marathon currently played and lyn was giving you a full background on the cast, directors and crew, while aaron is trying his hardest not to get annoyed.
he wide eyes his friend from across the room, signaling to him that he was lingering too long.
âlyn, youâll have to show me more. iâve never seen these movies.â
he laughs nervously, staring at you and a slightly irritated aaron. âyeah-yeah, whenever you want y/n. me and you can always hang out.â
aaron clears his throat, letting lyn know he was still here.
âand aaron too,â lyn adds.
his friend collects his jan sport book bag and begins for the door, stopping next to aaron before he leaves. âdude, sheâs fucking hot.â
âshut up,â itâs a whispered conversation between the two young men as you cluelessly tv surf. âcan you hurry and leave, i donât want her going home too late.â
âwhat are you guys about to do anyway?â
itâs valentineâs day and itâs a day dedicated to lovers. you and aaron werenât any of the such. he liked you, he liked you a whole hell of a lot, but he wasnât sure if you felt the same way. both of you hung out occasionally and you begged relentlessly for him to attend parties with you, but aaron denied each time. it was weird. he wanted to be with you, but was unsure if he were worthy enough.
âdonât worry about it, itâs our business.â
lyn snorts, snapping the buttons to his jacket. âsheâs not gonna let you hit, bro, sorry to break it to you.â
if only he knew.
âget the hell out. go, go, go.â
lynâs rushing out a goodbye to you as aaron ushers him out of the door. he locks it close and exhales softly.
âlyn is hilarious.â
âheâs an idiot,â aaron sighs.
âhow have you been, aaron?â
âgood,â he crosses the room, standing beside you as you smile up at him. âiâve been good. how about you?â
you get shy, giggling behind your pink french tip nails. youâre so fucking gorgeous it confuses aaron on how you were real. you seemed like magic, something make believe or fictional. wearing a juicy couture slogan cropped tee that showed off the smallest part of your pudgy stomach, a plaid mini skirt that hid little to nothing and a pair of knee-high cable knit socks adorned with little bows at the top. you looked and smelled spectacular. a mix of something vanilla-y and fruity, and aaron wants to lick the scent off your body. your skin is smooth and shimmery thanks to oil and glitter you applied, while your face is covered in a smooth beat of makeup. pink glossed lips, pink blotted cheekbones and pink colored hair on your perfect head.
pink, pink, pink.
aaron felt himself getting dizzy.
âiâve been good. i was able to get a pair of vintage dior mules from depop. it took a lot of texting with the seller but i was able to convince them, besides that, same as always.â
aaron nods, sweaty hands brushing against his pants. âthatâs good, thatâs cool.â
âyeah,â you muse, still staring at the tall, handsome boy before you. âiâve been thinking about you, airbear.â
a nickname youâd given him a while back. a mix of âcarebearâ and his name. it took aaronâs breath away each time you said it.
âreally?â
âmhm,â you nod. âhavenât seen you in a few days, so iâve missed you.â
âi have been thinking about you too, missed you as well.â
âyeah?â
âyeah. itâs part of the reason i invited you over.â
âitâs valentineâs day, you know?â
he chuckles. âyeah, i know. can we go to my room, i have something i want to give you.â
youâre excited, holding his hand as you race to his side of the shared apartment complex. the two of you enter his bedroom, where aaron gives you a small tour. his room is neatly decorated. action figures and funko pops of iconic superheroâs and characters are arranged on a shelf near his door, while a gigantic case of stacked comic books are displayed in the corner. taped posters from classic sci-fi films hang on the walls, and a silver telescope stands beside a computer desk, pointing directly outside his bedroom window.
âyour room is so nice, aaron.â
he scratches at the back of his head. âitâs lame, but thank you.â
âitâs not lame. you have a telescope in here, thatâs literally one of the coolest things ever.â
you take a glance inside the device, looking up at a few scattered stars in the evening sky. you feel aaronâs presence as his heavy hand presses onto your back.
âlook here. you get a better view this way.â
and you did, now able to see constellations of stars through the telescope. âitâs beautiful out. i can see the whole galaxy from here.â
you turn away after a few seconds and aaron instantly remembers what he brought you here for.
âlet me get your gift.â
he walks to the closet, fishing out a printed pink gift bag. you notice the small plastic rose sticking out from the corner of the bag and immediately squeal.
âoh my gosh, aaron!â
âi know weâre not together or anything, but i thought it would be nice to get you something. itâs nothing too special, just some stuff i picked up from the store.â
âno, itâs perfect, i promise,â you smile, grabbing the bag from his hands. âno oneâs ever gotten me anything for valentineâs day.â
and aaronâs surprised. âno oneâs gotten you anything before?â
âwell, maybe my friends or parents, but not a sweet boy like you.â
aaronâs shocked just a bit. someone as stunning as you had never had a valentine before? he refused to believe it.
âiâm happy you like it.â
âyes! itâs so freaking cute,â you pull the baby bratz doll from the bag. these were so difficult to find nowadays. thereâs also a stuffed animal and a pair of sunflower sunglasses. âi truly appreciate it, airbear.â
âyouâre welcome.â
âshould i have gotten you something?â you were new to this v-day gift exchange thing.
âwell, valentineâs day is mostly for the women in your life. you can get a guy something, but itâs honestly up to the person.â
âmmm,â youâre thinking. âi donât have a gift, but i might have something better.â
aaronâs watching as you go take a seat on the end of his made bed. heâs fucking nervous because youâd received your gift and were still here in his bedroom. what were you up to?
âdo you want a kissing lesson?â
aaron gulps, rough and thickly. âl-lesson?â
âyes, aaron a lesson,â you stand to grab him as heâs nervously fidgeting with the items on his desk. youâre both sitting now.
âweâve kissed before, right?â
ây-yeah.â
âand the kissing was nice, right?â
âyeah.â
âbut thereâs always room for improvement, right?â
he chuckles, âyeah.â
âokay, then. i want to show you some of my favorite tips. just a few things thatâll help when you want to have a nice makeout session with someone you like. whether that be a girl or guy, i donât judge.â
he laughs, but aaron liked and wanted only you. he couldnât even conjure the thought of another person before you crowded the space in his mind.
âokay.â
you adjust yourself, scooting closer to him, thick thighs brushing his toned ones in the process. âyou want to make sure you get consent from the person, first. if itâs not a yes, then itâs a no, okay?â
aaron knew better. heâd never try anything if the other disapproved but hearing you explain consent to him made him smile. âokay.â
ânext, youâre going to get close to the person. you canât kiss someone if youâre sitting miles away.â
aaron listens, getting closer than before. âitâs fine if you want to touch them too. maybe a hand on their leg or thigh, whichever one seems best.â
âdo iâŠ?â he questions if he should demonstrate on you.
âyes, aaron. touch wherever you feel is best.â
he chose the side of your stomach, fingertips hot as they graze the small space of your exposed skin. you grin at him, the prettiest smile on your pretty face.
âgreat, now you want to move in slow. imagine youâre kissing someone you really likeâyou donât want to rush things with them, now do you?â
itâs you that he has a crush on and the last thing he wanted to do was rush with you. âno.â
âso youâll take your time. maybe a few kisses around their face and neck,â you demonstrate, soft lips pecking the side of his cheek and the end of his neck, leaving behind satin lipstick stains on his skin. you can feel aaron shivering underneath you, heavy breathing as you touch him. âdonât be so scared, airbear. youâre in good hands.â
âi canât help it. i donât know why iâm like this.â
âyou can relax,â you coo, holding his hands in yours. theyâre sweaty but you donât care. âi got you, babe. do you want to continue or should i stop?â
âwe can keep going. i want to learn, want you to teach me.â
your soft thumb rubs around the outside of his veiny hand. âjust breathe. take a deep breath in and out.â
aaron follows your command, inhaling and exhaling, blowing a tiny breath that swooshes your hair. his breath smelled familiar.
âhi-chews?â you ask about the candy with a giggle.
âyeah,â he laughs, staring into his lap, before turning back to you. âhow could you tell?â
âa girl knows, aaron.â
you and he both laugh. itâs brief and light, but it lifts the anxious veil cascaded over the room. it helps aaron to make the first move, turning his head sideways, as his big hand holds the left side of your face. he leans in and presses his lips to yours. it makes you gasp for a quick second, blinking a few times before closing your eyes completely.
you melt into his embrace.
aaron takes his time. smooching your lips with careful tenderness, while holding onto your side, fingers digging into the skin there. you moan just a bit, pushing your chest to his and it causes aaron to slip his soft tongue into your mouth. a new move. something you hadnât taught him, but you certainly did not mind as your pussy tightens at the action. heâs a quick learner. both pairs of hands holding onto you while his mouth smacks against your mouth.
aaron notes how bothered youâve gotten, practically riding his bed as you whimper in his mouth. he pulls away to ask a question, itâs makes you whine, but you listen as he speaks.
âcan i try something? can you teach me more?â
you open your eyes slowly. âyes. what are you going to do?â
heâs sliding from the bed and onto the floor before you. âcan i taste you?â
you suck in some air, turned on like crazy. âyes, please, aaron.â
consent. check.
aaron kisses up the outside of your plush thighs, silky lips planting the sweetest pecks on your skin. he keeps his attention completely on you as he pulls your thighs open. aaron wants the moment to build. he wanted to fully engage in every second with you.
he leaves a few kisses along your inner thighs, starting at your calves until heâs near your warm thick legs, before reaching up to tug down your lace thong. itâs so skimpy, you might as well have not worn any panties. aaron smells you. the natural aroma of your pussy mixed with the dulcet perfume, makes his dick stiffen in the khaki pants he wore. itâs better than any candy heâs ever had.
get closer. check.
âdo you know howâohhhh, fuck,â your head falls into the bed as aaron laps at your drawn clit. you had a question to ask, but it quickly gets pushed to the back of your mind when he gets to work.
aaron hadnât gotten the chance to see your cunt in full lighting, as the first encounter was in the photographyâs darkroom, but the overhead light in his room is well lit. he can see all of you clearly. your pussy is just as beautiful as you. neatly trimmed, with just a small patch of fine hair at the mound, plump lips that match the pair of full ones on your face and the juiciest pussy heâs ever seen before. youâre dripping onto his bed with how wet you are.
gorgeous girl, gorgeous pussy.
âyou taste so fucking good, fuck, y/n.â
itâs the absolute truth. he knew vaginaâs weâre an organ and they typically donât have a distinct flavor, but youâyou were something indescribable. aaronâs moaning in sync with you as he ravishes in the taste. heâs careful as he caters to you, though, mouth wrapping around the bud gently, just enough to make your eyes roll, but not be uncomfortable.
move in slow. check.
check, check, check!
âaaron, your mouth is amazing, oh my god,â your fingers trail and they tug on the floppy quiff on his head, pulling at his scalp just a bit. âyouâre eating meâeating me so good, baby.â
âam i doing it, right, y/n?â
âyes!â she nods her head with enthusiasm. âyouâre perfect, gonna make me cum, aaron.â
âwant you on my tongue. want you to cum on my tongue, angel.â
you were an angel in his eyes. so perfect and worthy, he wanted to give his all to you. aaron was your fool and was willing to be whenever you needed him to.
âiâm close, aaron, donât stop, donât stop.â
aaron wouldnât dare. he smooshes his face further into your pussy, nose grinding on your clit while his tongue licks along your soaked slit, collecting down any of the nectar that expels from you. itâs like a snapped rubber band when you cum. thick thighs shaking around his head as he continues to drink you down, holding tight to both of your legs.
âaaronnnn, yes, yes, yessss.â
he only comes up when heâs positive youâre finished and like the gentleman he is aaron asks, âare you okay, y/n?â
youâre smiling like a buffoon, amazed at the initiative heâd taken and how well he made you cum. it was your turn to return the favor.
you pull him by the waist. âmore than okay. can i make you cum, now, daddy?â
and aaron canât deny you if he wanted to.
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