Aaron Carpenter Imagines & Preferences

Mercy

(Dirty)
Aaron's POV:

"Y-Y/n.." I stutter. Stumbling back onto  the wall, as her hands ran up my chest underneath my shirt. Her lips silencing me, making me moan against her soft lips.

"Shh baby boy." She whispered in my ear, as I leaned my head back on the wall. My mouth ajar as she kissed my jawline. "I've got you." She murmured. Leaving lipstick stains on my skin. My fingers loosely on her forearms.

"We need t-to g-get to class." I say, closing my eyes. Melting against her finger tips. My eyes darting around the ceiling above me, as she took me onto cloud 9.

She always knew how to make me weak. Even though I was the man in the relationship, she sure knew how to be in command. How to make a string of curse words leave my lips just right. How to kiss me hard. How to leave me hungrier every time.

"Ok." She said, pulling away from me slowly. My skin ached as she left my close presence. I struggled to catch my breath, as she slid her hand down my chest. Turning and walking away. Leaving me a mess on the wall. Watching her walk down the hall, as I tried to compose myself for my next class. Trying to keep my mind holy.

•

I knocked on the wooden door softly. Shifting the roses and chocolates in my hands. Waiting with impatient eyes as I listened for her footsteps. Eagerly stepping forward when she opened the door. Handing her the gifts, as my heart raced against my chest.

"Thank you baby." She said, pulling me inside. She put the gifts on a table by the door and placing her lips on mine. I sighed, tangling my hands in his hair. Biting her lip softly, trying to slow my racing thoughts. Trying to control my hunger.

"Easy there tiger." She said, putting her finger to my lips. Like an addicted fool, I launched myself back at her. Unable to think straight. I was high. High on her lips. I smashed mine on hers again, pinning her against the wall. Running my hands up her body.

"Is my baby in need of some loving?" She said softly, pulling away to study my eyes. I nodded immediately, ripping my jacket off. Leaving it a crumpled mess by the front door, as I ran with her up the stairs.

•

"Shhhh." She whispered, holding my face as I was about to lose it. My eyes squeezed shut, as my mouth hung open. She rode me roughly, her nails digging into my chest. The pleasure was unbearable, too much for one man to feel.

"Y-Y/n-n." I whimpered.

"Hey-y you're-e alright." She said, shakily. I nodded, curling my fingers into her hips as I closed my mouth and groaned.

She put her thumb in my mouth, and I furiously sucked on it. Twirling my tongue around it, as I tried not to bite down on the flesh. Trying to keep from sinking my teeth into her finger as I came. Screaming against her hand as I exploded.

•

I lay on my back, Y/n on my chest asleep. What was she doing to me? I used to be an innocent boy, with goals and plans. Now all my plans centered around her. She was everything to me, everything I wanted. But at the same time she was something I didn't want.

She played rough. Half of me loving the roughness then later regretting every touch. Unable to control what she did to me, leaving me powerless and begging for more. More of something that was slowly killing me.