Aryan Khan One Shots

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Request: Layla Simmons is the daughter of a rich businessman who hired a bodyguard for her. The bodyguard, Aryan Khan also happened to be a one night stand she had a year ago. (Third person pov)

Let's begin!

"Urgh but daddy I don't need a bodyguard" Layla whined. Her dad was sat on his chair behind his desk. His face was buried in his paperwork and he was barely paying attention to his daughter's complaints.

"Daddy!" Layla called out to him again and finally got his attention. He put down his paperwork and looked up at her. She was sat on his sofa in his study. Her face was in an adorable frown which made him chuckle.

"Sweetheart. I have a lot of people in my line of work that want to hurt me and the best way to do that is to hurt you. So please you have to nderstand why I have to do this" He explained softly.

Layla sighed. "Fine" She finally gave in. "He'll be here tomorrow morning to drive you down to your mom's place" He informed Layla right before she walked out. Layla had her bags ready to go.

She didn't like going to her mom's place. She didn't even like her presence but her dad told her it's important to keep relationships together so he makes her go for a couple of days every year.

Layla's mom lives at an eight hour drive from her dad's house. "Morning sir" Layla heard a man enter the room. She didn't bother turning around to greet him. Her dad gave him instructions and asked him a few questions.

"Layla? Care to say hi?" Her father asked. "Hi" She raised her hand slightly in a wave, still not bothering to turn around. "Can we go now?" She asked as she picked up her backpack.

"Yes ma'am I'll get the rest of your bags" He told her. Layla started texting on her phone and walked behind the bodyguard who carried her two suitcases.

She got comfortable in the front seat while he placed the bags in the trunk. He sat down in the driver's seat and Layla finally looked at him. "Oh my God" She blurted out.

He looked at her. "Something wrong?" He asked. "No nothing" She said. "I was just wondering if we're gonna finally go or I should change my plans to next year" He cleared his throat and apologised.

Layla kept glancing over at her bodyguard every chance she got. She knew exactly where she remembered him from. Club. Party. VIP room. Events of the night flashed before her.

She remembered the way his tongue lapped her pussy as he ate her out shamelessly. She hadn't seen him since he gave her the best fuck of her life about a year ago.

Didn't even know his name. "Hey what's your name?" She casually asked. "Aryan Khan ma'am" He told her. Layla just nodded and looked out the window.

It seemed that Aryan didn't recognise her and Layla didn't like that one bit. She reached over for the water and made sure to bend more than she needed to.

Her long nails tapped on the bottle cap before she twisted the cap. "Really hot today isn't it" Aryan turned to answer her and Layla took that moment to bring out her tongue before attaching her bottle to her mouth.

Aryan tried to focus on the road but it was difficult especially when Layla let some water drip down her neck. "Oops" She giggled as she reached down to wipe the water.

Aryan turned his attention back to the road and Layla understood it was going to take a lot more for him to cave. "This rain is getting too heavy" Aryan pointed out.

They had been driving for a couple of hours now but it had started to rain really heavily out of nowhere. "Just pull over for a little bit" Layla suggested.

The two of them could barely see the road but Aryan still managed to pull the car aside. He parked the car under a tree but the rain was so heavy they could barely see anything else.

"Why is there no one else here?" Layla asked looking at the empty road. "I don't think anyone is crazy enough to be out here in this rain" Aryan said.

"Well obviously I didn't know it was going to rain" Layla replied. Aryan looked up to the sky. "You should get comfortable the rain doesn't look like it's going to stop soon" He told her.

Layla reclined her seat and leaned back and Aryan did the same. There was silence except for the soft music playing on the radio and the raindrops crashing against the car.

Neither of them uttered a word to each other. Layla glanced over to the driver's seat and saw Aryan staring out the window intensely.

"Didn't know you were a bodyguard" Layla finally killed the silence. She saw Aryan tense up but he didn't say anything nor did he turn around to look at her.

"Are you really going to pretend that the last time we met you didn't fuck the life out of me?" Layla's blunt words made Aryan smirk unwillingly.

He took a deep breath and finally turned to face her. "That good huh?" He asked with a smirk. "Don't get cocky" She warned him. "So what was that little water show you put on earlier?" He asked.

"Oh that? You noticed that?" She asked innocently causing him to chuckle. "What's it gonna take for you to give me a fuck like that again?" She asked him directly.

"Not much" He told her truthfully. "Just a please would work. You know a little begging" It was her turn to chuckle. "Yeah that's not happening" She told him. "Well then that's settled" He said.

Before he knew it, Aryan was being grabbed my the collar of his leather jacket. Layla brought him close to herself and took him in for a short messy kiss.

Aryan wasted no time in kissing her back. Layla pulled away and immediately climbed to the backseat. Aryan followed behind and hovered on top of her.

She pulled him down so their lips were attached again. Their tongues fought while their hands roamed each other's bodies.

Layla pushed Aryan's jacket off and roamed her hands over his hard biceps that were now fully exposed through the short sleeves of his black t-shirt.

Aryan's lips moved down to Layla's neck. He slid his hand into her crop top and massaged her breast through her bra. Her head rolled back onto the seat as he moved down her body and left kisses down her stomach.

He got to her shorts and ripped them off her as quickly as he could. The way he ate her out reminded Layla of the last time they were together. "Fuck!" She pulled his hair and brought him closer to herself.

He grabbed onto her thighs and pulled her closer. He knew she was close when she started to squirm around and moan louder.

He pulled up and immediately started working on his jeans. He whipped out his dick and positioned himself. Aryan wasted no time in sliding in.

Layla threw her head back in ecstasy. "ARYAN ARYAN OH MY FUC–UHH ARYAN" Aryan held onto her hips tightly and pounded into her relentlessly.

With each grunt he slammed into her. The car shook violently as he fucked her right into the seat. "FUCK I'm gonna cum" Aryan sped up.

His thrusts were getting sloppier but it didn't matter to either of them. Layla reached her orgasm so Aryan pulled out as her cum sprouted onto the seat.

Once she started to slow down he pushed into her again and began fucking her again. Aryan reached his high and started spilling his load into her.

He finally pulled out of her and fell back to lean against the window opposite of Layla. He smiled at her face that was still recovering from their fuck session.