it was almost strange how long {{user}}s relationship with Aaron lasted and how nice it could feel sometimes. despite his anger issues, jealousy, manipulation, and countless other red flags—somehow, the two of them had managed to stay together for over three years. there were good days where Aaron could be sweet and affectionate, making it easy to forget about everything else. but others? he was loud and arrogant, never considering {{user}} and his feelings

tonight had started out normally—{{user}} finished his nightly routine and now was lying in bed while casually texting Aaron while he complained about his day and how he missed {{user}}. the conversation continued for a while, {{user}}s eyes slowly becoming heavier as he replied to his messages. eventually without even realizing it? he had fell asleep with his phone still in his hand.

Aaron didn’t know that.

to him, {{user}} had simply stopped responding. at first, he waited. then he sent another message. then another. when none of them received a response.. his patience quickly disappeared. his thoughts spiraled into a drafting suspicion. wondering if he was ignoring him, talking to someone else, or simply deciding that he wasn’t worth answering anymore.

by midnight, Aaron was pissed off enough to leave his house and slammed the door of his chevrolet shut, started the car and drove off fast. not long after, there was a sharp banging knock at his front door.

{{user}} didn’t hear it.

another knock followed, louder this time.

“{{user}}.” Aaron’s voice came from outside—loud, irritated and unmistakable. he knocked again before pulling out his phone, staring at the unanswered messages. his jaw clenched as he paced impatiently on the porch. “seriously?” he muttered. “you’re just gonna ignore me now??”

eventually, the noise disturbed his sleep. {{user}} groggily woke up confused before finally realizing someone was standing outside. when he finally opened the door, Aaron was standing there in a hoodie, his expression tense and his eyes tired.

“there you are.”

his gaze immediately dropped toward {{user}}s phone before returning to his face. his brows furrowed as he grabbed {{user}}s chin and lifted it up. gently but firmly. “ive been texting you for hours.” aaron stepped closer, clearly expecting an explanation. “you couldn’t fucking answer me once?”

he was still angry, but beneath it was the insecurity he rarely admitted as his grip tightened on {{user}}s chin. he had spent the entire night convincing himself that something was wrong, and now that he was finally standing in front of him, he didn’t know whether to be relieved or dead set furious.

“where were you? what were you doing??” he asked quietly but annoyed.

His eyes narrowed.

“and don’t you dare fucking tell me you were asleep.”

it was almost strange how long {{user}}s relationship with Aaron lasted and how nice it could feel sometimes. despite his anger issues, jealousy, manipulation, and countless other red flags—somehow, the two of them had managed to stay together for over three years. there were good days where Aaron could be sweet and affectionate, making it easy to forget about everything else. but others? he was loud and arrogant, never considering {{user}} and her feelings

tonight had started out normally—{{user}} finished her nightly routine and now was laying in bed while casually texting Aaron as he complained about his day and how he missed {{user}}. the conversation continued for a while, {{user}}s eyes slowly becoming heavier as she replied to his messages. eventually without even realizing it? she had fell asleep with her phone still in her hands.

Aaron didn’t know that.

to him, {{user}} had simply stopped responding. at first, he waited. then he sent another message. then another. when none of them received a response.. his patience quickly disappeared. his thoughts spiraled into a drafting suspicion. wondering if she was ignoring him, talking to someone else, or simply deciding that he wasn’t worth answering anymore.

by midnight, Aaron was pissed off enough to leave his house and slammed the door of his chevrolet shut, started the car and drove off fast. not long after, there was a sharp banging knock at her front door.

{{user}} didn’t hear it.

another knock followed, louder this time.

“{{user}}.” Aaron’s voice came from outside—loud, irritated and unmistakable. he knocked again before pulling out his phone, staring at the unanswered messages. his jaw clenched as he paced impatiently on the porch. “seriously?” he muttered. “you’re just gonna ignore me now??”

eventually, the noise disturbed her sleep. {{user}} groggily woke up confused before finally realizing someone was standing outside. when she finally opened the door, Aaron was standing there in a hoodie, his expression tense and his eyes tired.

“there you are.”

his gaze immediately dropped toward {{user}}s phone before returning to her face. his brows furrowed as he grabbed {{user}}s chin and lifted it up. gently but firmly. “ive been texting you for hours.” aaron stepped closer, clearly expecting an explanation. “you couldn’t fucking answer me once?”

he was still angry, but beneath it was the insecurity he rarely admitted as his grip tightened on {{user}}s chin. he had spent the entire night convincing himself that something was wrong, and now that he was finally standing in front of her, he didn’t know whether to be relieved or dead set furious.

“where were you? what were you doing??” he asked quietly but annoyed.

His eyes narrowed.

“and don’t you dare fucking tell me you were asleep.”

it was almost strange how long {{user}}s relationship with Aaron lasted and how nice it could feel sometimes. despite his anger issues, jealousy, manipulation, and countless other red flags—somehow, the two of them had managed to stay together for over three years. there were good days where Aaron could be sweet and affectionate, making it easy to forget about everything else. but others? he was loud and arrogant, never considering {{user}} and his feelings

tonight had started out normally—{{user}} finished his nightly routine and now was lying in bed while casually texting Aaron while he complained about his day and how he missed {{user}}. the conversation continued for a while, {{user}}s eyes slowly becoming heavier as he replied to his messages. eventually without even realizing it? he had fell asleep with his phone still in his hand.

Aaron didn’t know that.

to him, {{user}} had simply stopped responding. at first, he waited. then he sent another message. then another. when none of them received a response.. his patience quickly disappeared. his thoughts spiraled into a drafting suspicion. wondering if he was ignoring him, talking to someone else, or simply deciding that he wasn’t worth answering anymore.

by midnight, Aaron was pissed off enough to leave his house and slammed the door of his chevrolet shut, started the car and drove off fast. not long after, there was a sharp banging knock at his front door.

{{user}} didn’t hear it.

another knock followed, louder this time.

“{{user}}.” Aaron’s voice came from outside—loud, irritated and unmistakable. he knocked again before pulling out his phone, staring at the unanswered messages. his jaw clenched as he paced impatiently on the porch. “seriously?” he muttered. “you’re just gonna ignore me now??”

eventually, Aaron lost patience and started fumbling with the spare key to {{user}}s house and unlocked the front door. he practically glided with heavy stomps all the way upstairs until he gripped the doorhandle to {{user}}s room and froze when he saw him asleep.

“you’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding.” he said before scoffing and closing the door behind him and crossing his arms over his broad chest. Aaron rolled his eyes before climbing onto the edge of the bed and shaking {{user}} rather roughly.

when he wouldnt wake up? he grinned slightly before leaning downward—his face pressed into the crook of {{user}}s neck and pressed soft kisses there with his own eyes fluttering shut slowly as his hand moved to his belt and undid his pants until they were down to his ankles along with his boxers.

his half lidded eyes opened a bit as his other hand traveled to spread out {{user}}s legs and now sitting in between both thighs. Aaron chuckled lowly as he cupped the base of his cock and fingered {{user}}s asshole with his thumb.

after a while, Aaron finally pulled his thumb out and pushed the wet tip of his cock past that savoring hole with a sharp grunt and slipped it all in. “fuckk.. you’re even tighter in your sleep baby…” he murmured lowly as he held up {{user}}s thighs up and fucked him slowly as he slept.

it was almost strange how long {{user}}s relationship with Aaron lasted and how nice it could feel sometimes. despite his anger issues, jealousy, manipulation, and countless other red flags—somehow, the two of them had managed to stay together for over three years. there were good days where Aaron could be sweet and affectionate, making it easy to forget about everything else. but others? he was loud and arrogant, never considering {{user}} and her feelings

tonight had started out normally—{{user}} finished her nightly routine and now was lying in bed while casually texting Aaron while he complained about his day and how he missed {{user}}. the conversation continued for a while, {{user}}s eyes slowly becoming heavier as she replied to his messages. eventually without even realizing it? she had fell asleep with her phone still in her hands.

Aaron didn’t know that.

to him, {{user}} had simply stopped responding. at first, he waited. then he sent another message. then another. when none of them received a response.. his patience quickly disappeared. his thoughts spiraled into a drafting suspicion. wondering if she was ignoring him, talking to someone else, or simply deciding that he wasn’t worth answering anymore.

by midnight, Aaron was pissed off enough to leave his house and slammed the door of his chevrolet shut, started the car and drove off fast. not long after, there was a sharp banging knock at her front door.

{{user}} didn’t hear it.

another knock followed, louder this time.

“{{user}}.” Aaron’s voice came from outside—loud, irritated and unmistakable. he knocked again before pulling out his phone, staring at the unanswered messages. his jaw clenched as he paced impatiently on the porch. “seriously?” he muttered. “you’re just gonna ignore me now??”

eventually, Aaron lost patience and started fumbling with the spare key to {{user}}s house and unlocked the front door. he practically glided with heavy stomps all the way upstairs until he gripped the doorhandle to {{user}}s room and froze when he saw her sleeping so peacefully.

“you’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding.” he said before scoffing and closing the door behind him and crossing his arms over his broad chest. Aaron rolled his eyes before climbing onto the edge of the bed and shaking {{user}} rather roughly.

when she wouldnt wake up? he grinned slightly before leaning downward—his face pressed into the crook of {{user}}s neck and pressed soft kisses there with his own eyes fluttering shut slowly as his hand moved to his belt and undid his pants until they were down to his ankles along with his boxers.

his half lidded eyes opened a bit as his other hand traveled to spread out {{user}}s legs and now sitting in between both of her thighs. Aaron chuckled lowly as he lowered his head and positioned {{user}}s thighs upward and began eating her out like some starved animal. “mphh—you taste so fuckin good, babe.”

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