#aj in that slutty tank top showing off his tattoos

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𝜗𝜚 .Orange Jumpsuit

PAIRING: AJ x F!reader SYNOPSIS: AJ comes home with the jumpsuit tied around his waist, and with his tank top exposing his tattoos and muscles, you find yourself more attracted to him than ever before. WARNINGS: sexual content, oral (giving), Aj's crippling praise and ever so slight degradation kinks NOTES: MDNI!

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You knew AJ was stressed out about this job. They never did another job this fast after an old one, but he promised himself he'd go all in on this so he wouldn't have to get involved in that life for a long time.

You knew that even though he loved the thrill of a job, he was nervous about the lack of overall planning for this one.

Aj always made sure you were flown out of town with friends during his jobs, scared about anything happening to you, but with how sudden this opportunity arose, he had to settle on practically barricading you inside his apartment.

The two of you had been married for just over a year now, and he promised this was his last job.

As the sky grew darker, the abrupt sound of the lock of the door twisting brought your attention away from the dinner you were preparing.

As the door opened, you relaxed at the beeps of the alarm passcode being entered, knowing it was your husband.

Cutting the strawberries for the desert, you felt arms wrap around your waist, "What are you making?"

You gently place the knife down on the cutting board, twisting your body around in your husband's arms to face him.

"Your favorite," You grin, dragging your hands up his exposed arms to rest on his shoulders, "How is everything coming along?"

"All is going according to plan, don’t worry your pretty little head about any of that.” He only ever tells you the basic details of these jobs, not wanting to worry you about his safety.

Aj grinned reassuringly as he looked at the unconvinced look in your eyes. He knew you were concerned for how stressed out he's been lately, and he was starting to feel bad for making you worry.

"You're lucky you're hot," You roll your eyes at your husband playfully before trailing your eyes down his body.

He had that orange jumpsuit they were using as a disguise tied around his waist, exposing his white tank top and tattoos that lined his arms.

He stayed quiet, allowing you to bring your hands up to his hair, pushing some strands back as he looked down at you.

While you didn't mind his obsession over hats, you had always loved when he didn't wear them, so you can mess with his hair.

You brought your hands back down to his shoulders, fingers gently tracing his bicep where he had your name in cursive.

He got it the day before your wedding, surprising you with it on your wedding night. Needless to say, you gave him a nice surprise in return that night.

You can feel Aj's muscles flex under your touch, making you teasingly smirk as you slowly look back up to meet his eyes.

The moment your eyes meet his, his lips are on yours, and the hands that were wrapped around your waist pushed your hips into the counter.

You let him take the lead, tilting your head so he can kiss you deeper. Aj's hands find their way to your thighs, pulling your body closer to him, if that was even possible.

"Jump," His breath is hot against your lips, making your eyes flutter open, revealing his smug grin as he stared down at you through eyes heavy with desire.

The hands wrapped around the back of your thighs aided you as you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Aj pulled the two of you away from the kitchen, carrying you towards the plush couch in your living room.

Your usual cooking playlist played softly from the large TV on the wall, filling the air with soothing music.

He takes a seat in the middle of the couch, keeping you in his lap.

"I really like getting to see your tattoos like this," You stare down at Aj, watching him smirk at you admitting to your unhidden attraction to his body.

"I would hope so," his fingers rub circles at your hips, "You did half of them."

You subtly rock your hips forward, teasing the man under you as you press against him, "Well I think I made you look pretty damn hot."

He laughs at your words, gripping at your hips to continue making you grind down against him.

"It's all thanks to you, sweetheart." You giggle at his words, bringing your head down, placing soft kisses against his jaw, leading down his neck towards his collar bone.

He let out heavy breaths at the feeling of your lips on his skin mixed with the feeling of your cunt rocking against him.

You slowly pull away, looking at the beautiful man below you through half lidded eyes, a seductive smirk on your lips, "You seem pretty stressed out."

Aj's eyes follow your movements as you slowly lift yourself from his lap, moving his hands away from you as you now stand in front of him.

"Maybe I should help you with that," You can see his jaw clench as you lower yourself to your knees.

He was at a loss for words as you slowly untie the orange coveralls at his hips, pulling them down to reveal his black boxers.

"Look at this," You giggle at the sight of the wet spot on his boxers that showed his evident excitement, "So fucking desperate for me."

Your words were almost enough to make him lose his cool right then and there, but then, as you placed your palm against his bulge, he melted back into the couch, stuttering whatever he was about to say.

"So pathetic; you're so hard for me," You move your palm away from him, moving to pull down the waistband of his boxers, letting him spring free.

"You're so fucking beautiful, sweethear-" He cuts himself off abruptly with a moan as your lips wrap around his tip.

You suck gently, using your tongue to trace his slit, loving the sounds of his moans and whines.

"You're doing so amazing, darling," His voice is hoarse from the pleasure and the sight of you between his legs.

With the praise, you take more of him into your mouth, moaning at the way his tip hits the back of your throat as you feel his hand tangle itself in your hair.

"That's right," His grip on your hair tightens as you hollow out your cheeks around him, "Just like that, baby."

It was adorable to you how easily you can cause his undoing, how easy it was to make him melt in your hands.

You speed up your movements as you bob your head up and down, changing the pressure of your cheeks around him as you moved.

"Oh, baby," He's practically whimpering as he tugs at your hair, "Please don't stop, I'm so close."

It was like music to your ears, his begging tone making you want to never stop pleasing him.

In just a few more seconds, you feel his tip hit the back of your throat again, releasing his warm seed into your mouth, moaning as he feels your throat constrict with its natural instinct to swallow.

He panted as he pulled your mouth off of him, eyes staring down at you with the most loving look you've ever seen from anyone but him.

"So pretty with my cum down your throat." You both smirk at each other as you wipe your lips.