deserve (3) — tyriq withers.
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😭
part 1 & 2 of ‘deserve’ here! & here!
a/n - its here you guys!! you all were going to tear me apart if i didnt post this, but i needed everything to make sense, you know? i truly hope you all enjoy because this one is a little longer than the other parts, but it remains entertaining throughout! so yeah! thank you all again and enjoy! ps. when reader says ‘ron she’s saying it like ren, get it? good!
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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.
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.
“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.
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.
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?”
“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.”
“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.”
‘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.
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.
“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?”
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.”
“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.”
‘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.
“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.
“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.
“you sleep on me, baby. i got you some things from the store.”
“awww, aaron, you didn’t have to.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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 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.
“ ‘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.
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.
“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.”
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