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Love, Is this a prank?

pairings: Aaron Warner x F!Reader

Summary: five times you pranked your husband, aaron warner, and the one time he pranked you back.

warnings: fluff, mention of killing someone, ooc (?) Idk i think thats it. Lmk if i missed any!

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Prank #1 𖦹 ₊˚.

It was a warm, sunny Saturday morning, and you had decided to run some errands. As you were getting ready to head out, you couldn't resist the urge to play a little prank on your husband, Aaron Warner. He had been working long hours lately, and you thought a bit of light-hearted mischief might bring a smile to his face.

You quickly gathered three small Ken dolls you had stolen away from James and arranged them strategically on the hood of your car. With a mischievous grin, you sent your husband a text that read,

_______

My beloved 🫶

baby

Help

3 guys won't get off my car

_______

Aaron was in the middle of a conference meeting when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the message and his expression darkened as he read it. He quickly excused himself from the meeting, not bothering to say something. His protective instincts kicked into high gear.

He was more worried about your well-being, and Gods, if something happened to you, he would rain hell. Even if it's just a small touch on your hair.

Without a second thought, Aaron rushed to the bedroom to grab his machete, a weapon he kept for safety purposes. He didn't know what was going on outside, but the idea of three strangers sitting on your car infuriated him. He was ready to confront them and ensure your safety.

You stifled a giggle, knowing that Aaron's protective instincts would lead him to take swift action.

Moments later, the front door swung open, and Aaron stormed out, his machete in hand. His face was a mask of fury, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of trouble. When his gaze fell on your car, he saw the three small figures on the hood.

Confusion washed over his anger as he realized that they weren't real people. He lowered the machete, his brow furrowing as he took in the scene. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together, and he turned to you, a mix of amusement and annoyance in his eyes.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight of his bewildered expression. Tears streamed down your face as you clutched your stomach, trying to catch your breath between fits of giggles.

Aaron's lips twitched into a reluctant smile as he shook his head. He couldn't stay mad for long, especially when he saw how hard you were laughing.

He approached you, his machete still in hand but now pointed downwards in a non-threatening manner.

"Love, what's going on here?" he asked, his voice a mixture of amusement and mild exasperation.

Wiping away tears of laughter, you managed to compose yourself enough to explain. "It was just a prank, Aaron. I thought it would be funny to see your reaction."

Aaron sighed and tucked the machete safely away, his stern expression softening. "You got me good," he admitted, shaking his head.

He crossed his arms and shook his head, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “my love, I got worried.” He said.

You giggled and reached out to take his hand. "I'm sorry, love. I couldn't resist pulling a little prank."

He chuckled and pulled you into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"You need to stop hanging out with kishimoto," he said with a fond smile. You only laughed at that.

“I love you, you know,"

Aaron said, his voice soft and sincere as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You snuggled closer to him, feeling grateful for the bond you shared.

"I love you too, even when you're ready to kill someone over a prank."

He chuckled, planting a sweet kiss on your lips, his love for you shining in his eyes.

"Especially then,"

he replied, his arms wrapped around you in a warm and protective embrace.

—————

Prank #2 𖦹 ₊˚.

It was a quiet evening, and you had decided to treat your husband, Aaron Warner, to a homemade dinner. As you worked diligently in the kitchen, you couldn't help but smirk as you concocted a mischievous plan. You would prank Aaron with an overly salty soup and see how he reacted.

You knew Aaron had an excellent poker face, but you were determined to make him crack. As you stirred the soup, you added an excessive amount of salt, enough to make it nearly inedible.

With a wicked grin, you carried the steaming bowl of soup to the dining table where Aaron was patiently waiting. He smiled warmly as you set the bowl in front of him.

"Here you go, love," you said sweetly, suppressing a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "My homemade soup just for you."

Aaron took a spoonful and brought it to his lips. His face remained remarkably composed, but you could see a faint twitch in his jaw as he struggled to keep his expression neutral.

"It tastes good, my love," he said, his voice steady, though you could sense a hint of hesitation. "But it's a little bit salty."

Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to hold back a triumphant grin. "Salty? It's not really that salty," you replied, your tone casual.

Determined to see if Aaron would break character, you decided to call in reinforcements. You dialed Kenji's number and invited him over, mentioning that you wanted him to taste your homemade soup.

Kenji arrived promptly, looking curious as he took a seat at the dining table. You offered him a spoonful of the soup, watching his reaction carefully.

Kenji took a cautious sip and then froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. He glanced at you, then back at Aaron, trying his hardest to keep it together. "What the fuck? Are you trying to kill our kidney stones? That's so salty!" he exclaimed.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Kenji's dramatic response. You turned to Aaron, expecting him to back you up. "See, it's not that salty, right?"

Aaron winced and shrugged his shoulders, "It's a bit salty, love."

You shook your head incredulously, feeling a pang of doubt. Could Aaron really taste the excessive saltiness, or was he playing along too well?

In a last-ditch effort to prove your point, you decided to call Juliette over. She arrived with her usual grace and took a seat at the table, accepting a spoonful of the soup.

She savored the bite and then smiled warmly. "It's not salty? It's good," she declared.

Kenji and Aaron shared a knowing look, and you couldn't hold back your laughter any longer. The prank had gone on long enough.

"It was just a prank, guys!" you confessed, unable to contain your amusement any longer. "I added extra salt to see if Aaron would say anything."

Kenji burst into laughter, his earlier outrage replaced by amusement. "Woah, Princess I thought you were trying to sabotage my taste buds."

Aaron chuckled, shaking his head. "You almost had me convinced, love. Well played."

—————

Prank #3 𖦹 ₊˚.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden hue over the evening sky as you sat in the cozy living room, your phone in hand. You couldn't resist the urge to play a little prank on your husband, Aaron Warner. He had been working tirelessly, and you thought a playful jest might lighten the mood.

With a mischievous grin, you began typing out a text message.

________

My Beloved 🫶

Baby, guess what

I got my Brazilian wax today

Oh?

Shush, as I was saying,

It was so expensive.

I see where this is going.

I already sent you money, darling :)

No I’m just telling you that It was expensive

Oh, so you don’t need the money?

No

I thinks it’s bc he’s always busy

So he charges more

like everyone Wants to book w him

He???

Where’s Diane?

she was sick so jake did my wax

Jake?????

Can men do that job?

Yeah??

Jake was really nice and sweet

I’ll kill jake.

How’d you even know he was ‘nice’ and ‘sweet’

Cause he was being gentle and complimenting me

I get it why he was so expensive lol

What?

Complimenting you?

Yeah, he talks me through it.

Talk you through it???

Love.

This is ridiculous.

Is this a joke?

No?

He was really sweet

He’s not sweet.

I’m sweet.

He’s an asshole.

How would you know that 🤨

My love.

You should have let me do it.

Do what? 😂 lol

Wax you.

You don’t even know how to

Yes, I do.

Wash and dry the are, warm the wax, avoid retinoid cream, apply the wax, apply cloth strip and then remove the cloth strip.

Easy.

Jake probably did not wash it or dry it properly.

I bet he used retinoid cream.

Amateur.

WHAT 😭

Since when did you become a waxing professional?

Since now.

———

Aaron's brow furrowed, his expression turning noticeably jealous and irritated. He set aside his phone, not bothering to see what you replied.

Hours later, when you finally arrived home, you found Aaron sitting on the couch, his arms crossed, and a pout on his face. He was clearly still miffed about the prank.

You walked over to him, your heart filled with affection for your sulking husband. "Aaron," you began, "it was just a prank. I didn't actually get Brazilian wax from anyone."

He glanced at you, his pout still firmly in place. "Oh," he grumbled, but his annoyance was slowly giving way to amusement.

You couldn't resist the urge to cuddle him, wrapping your arms around him as you pressed a loving kiss to his cheek. "I'm sorry for teasing you," you said sincerely. "I promise I won't prank you like that again." You added, which is clearly a lie.

Aaron finally cracked a smile, unable to stay upset any longer. "Alright, you win this round," he conceded, pulling you closer to him.

—————

Prank #4 𖦹 ₊˚.

You couldn't help but smirk as you flipped through the pages of a book in the cozy living room. Your husband, Aaron Warner, sat across from you, engrossed in his own work, as he often was during the evenings. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light on the room, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

"Hey, bro," you chimed in, breaking the silence.

Aaron, absorbed in his reading, merely scrunched up his face, a faint, bemused smile playing at the corners of his lips. He chose not to acknowledge your playful term of endearment, instead continuing to focus on his work.

You bit your lip to suppress a giggle and decided to take it up a notch. "Bro, can you pass me the remote?"

This time, Aaron raised an eyebrow but still didn't respond. He adjusted his glasses and turned a page in his book, clearly ignoring your attempt to get his attention.

You chuckled to yourself, knowing you were pushing his patience. But you couldn't resist teasing him, just a little bit more. "Bro, I need your help in the kitchen."

That did it. Aaron finally looked up from his book, his expression shifting from bemusement to a warning look. He arched an eyebrow, his gaze drilling into yours. "I'm not your 'bro' I'm your husband," he declared, his voice laced with mock seriousness.

You couldn't hold back your laughter any longer, and it bubbled out of you in a melodious cascade. "I'm sorry, bro," you said, still grinning.

He let out an exasperated sigh, his lips quirking into an amused smile despite himself. "You're impossible," he muttered, shaking his head.

________

The soft ambiance of the upscale restaurant created a romantic atmosphere as you and your husband, Aaron Warner, settled into your table for dinner. The dim lighting, soft jazz playing in the background, and the anticipation of a delicious meal made for a perfect setting for a memorable night out.

As you perused the menu, you couldn't help but hatch a mischievous plan. A playful prank that you were convinced would bring a smile to Aaron's face. You decided to refer to him as "bro" and "boyfriend" during your interactions with the server, just to see how he would react.

With a sly grin, you waited for the server to approach. "I'll have the salmon, and my boyfriend here," you said, gesturing towards Aaron, "will have the steak."

Aaron's brows furrowed slightly as he glanced at you, but he decided to play along, thinking it was a harmless joke. "Yes, the steak is fine," he replied, a bemused smile on his face.

The server nodded and jotted down your orders, seemingly oblivious to your prank. You couldn't help but giggle quietly, delighted with your cleverness.

As the evening progressed, you continued to drop the occasional "bro" or "boyfriend" into your conversations, each time with a mischievous glint in your eye. Aaron, for the most part, scrunched up his face in mock annoyance but kept his composure.

However, after the third instance of your prank, his patience began to wane. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on you with a warning look that hinted at the limits of his tolerance.

You chuckled nervously, realizing that you might have pushed the joke too far. "Alright, alright, I'll stop," you whispered, leaning in closer to him.

Aaron's lips twitched with the faintest hint of a smile, and he nodded in approval. The remainder of the dinner was filled with pleasant conversation and shared laughter, all the while you refrained from any further pranks.

After finishing your meal, you left the restaurant hand in hand, the evening still full of promise. But as the night wore on, you noticed a shift in Aaron's mood. He became quieter, his laughter less frequent, and his responses to your attempts at conversation grew increasingly subdued.

"Is everything alright, Aaron?" you asked, concern lacing your voice.

He glanced at you with a hint of irritation before responding tersely, "I'm fine."

You knew better than to press him when he was in this mood, so you decided to give him some space. You retreated to the living room, leaving him to his thoughts in the bedroom.

The following morning, Aaron was still distant. He responded to your greetings with curt nods and monosyllabic answers, his attention firmly focused on his work. It was as if the playful terms of endearment from the previous night had left a lingering mark on his mood.

You couldn't bear to see him like this, so you made an effort to engage him in conversation throughout the day, hoping to lift his spirits. However, he remained withdrawn, lost in his own thoughts.

It wasn't until dinnertime that Aaron finally spoke up. "You do realize that I am your husband, right?"

You scrunched up your nose, confused, "um..yeah?"

"Then why did you keep addressing me your 'boyfriend' last night?'

"Aaron, I'm so sorry," you said sincerely, reaching out to touch his hand.

He pulled his hand away, his expression one of mild indignation. "I'm not your 'bro' or 'boyfriend,' I'm your beloved husband," he declared, his voice laced with mock seriousness.

You reached across the coffee table to take his hand in yours. "I promise, no more 'bro' or 'boyfriend' for today."

He sighed dramatically, but his fingers tightened around yours. "Very well, my mischievous love." you laughed at the nickname.

"You can't get rid of me that easily, my love." He teased.

The night ended with a loving embrace, and as you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, you couldn't help but think how fortunate you were to have Aaron Warner as your husband, your beloved, and your one true love.

—————

Prank #5 𖦹 ₊˚.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room as you and Aaron Warner prepared for the day. Aaron had an important meeting to attend, and he was already running late. He stood by the doorway, dressed impeccably in his suit, ready to leave.

"Okay, bye, love," he said, his voice soft and filled with affection as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. His lips lingered for a moment, and he whispered, "I love you."

You hummed in response, your attention momentarily occupied by the task at hand. You knew he expected you to reciprocate, but you decided to play a little game. A teasing smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you continued with what you were doing.

Aaron raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to respond with those three cherished words. When you remained silent, he tried again, his gaze fixed on you. "I love you, my love," he repeated, his voice filled with anticipation.

You glanced up at him, a mischievous twinkle in your eye, and replied, "Ok, bye."

Aaron's face fell, and he couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes. He had hoped for a heartfelt response, but instead, he got a playful dismissal. He pouted, refusing to give up.

"I love you," he said once more, his tone tinged with determination as he stared at you, expecting you to say it back.

You chuckled at his persistence and continued with your task. "Ok," you replied, teasingly, "I'm not stopping you."

But Aaron didn't move. He remained rooted in the doorway, a stubborn look on his face. "I'm not leaving," he declared.

You looked up in surprise, genuinely confused. "Huh? I thought you were leaving for your meeting."

His expression softened as he gazed at you. "Not when you're mad at me."

You blinked, realizing that he had misunderstood your playful banter. "I'm not mad at you, Aaron," you reassured him, setting aside what you were doing to give him your full attention.

He sighed, a hint of relief in his eyes, but there was still a trace of uncertainty. "But you're not saying 'I love you' back," he pointed out.

You couldn't hold back your laughter any longer. It was all in good fun, but you could see that Aaron had taken it seriously. You stood up and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"It's a joke, hon!" you exclaimed, grinning at him. "I love you! Now, go! You're already late."

Aaron's face broke into a smile as he realized he had been played. He hugged you tightly, pressing a loving kiss to your lips. "Not Funny," he murmured, his voice filled with affection.

“I’m staying.” He said.

“c’mon you can’t just cancel the meeting, darling” you replied with a teasing smile.

“Actually, I can. I'm the boss, love. Remember” he then replied, matching your teasing smile.

you then both settled in for a cozy day together. He canceled his meeting, and the two of you cuddled on the couch, watching movies and enjoying each other's company with your husband who kept whispering sweet nothings and I love you’s in your ear.

—————

+1

The cinema had been showing a late-night movie, and you and your husband, Aaron Warner, had decided to catch it together. It had been a long week, and the idea of a cozy night out was too tempting to resist. Little did you know that this night would turn into an unexpected adventure.

The two of you settled into your seats, the dimmed lights and the sound of hushed whispers creating a perfect atmosphere for the film. As the movie began, you both found yourselves engrossed in the story, occasionally sharing a quiet laugh or a whispered comment.

However, the day's fatigue began to catch up with you, and the comfort of the cinema seats didn't help matters. Gradually, you felt your eyelids grow heavy, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep during the movie.

Sometime later, Aaron woke up with a start. He blinked at the screen and then checked his watch, only to find that it was well past 3 AM. The cinema was dark, and the movie had ended. Panic set in as he realized that the mall was likely closed, and you were both trapped inside.

A mischievous idea began to form in Aaron's mind. He couldn't help but think of the pranks you had pulled on him in the past, and this was the perfect opportunity for payback. Quietly, he grabbed your phone, noticing that it was still on and unlocked.

With a sly grin, Aaron changed the time on your phone to 11 AM and placed it back beside you. He then leaned over and gently shook your shoulder to wake you up.

You stirred, slowly blinking your eyes open and letting out a sleepy yawn. "What's going on?" you mumbled, still disoriented from your nap.

Aaron, his act perfectly convincing, replied, "Wake up, love. It's already 11 AM. We need to leave."

You glanced at your phone, which now read 11 AM. However, something felt off. It was still dark outside, and the cinema was eerily quiet. "Why is everything closed?" you asked, confusion creeping in.

Aaron kept his expression composed and reassuring. "It's Sunday," he explained calmly. "The mall is usually empty this early on Sundays. Come on, let's go."

You furrowed your brow but trusted Aaron's explanation. You gathered your belongings and followed him outside the cinema. As you walked through the mall, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The lack of people, the darkness outside, and the empty shops all added to your growing sense of unease.

"Why is it so dark?" you asked, your voice tinged with anxiety.

Aaron maintained his charade. "It’s dark when it’s sundays here, love," he replied, his tone soothing.

You checked your phone again, which still displayed 11 AM, even though it felt like the middle of the night. Doubt gnawed at you, but you couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

As you continued through the mall, your unease grew, and you couldn't help but question the situation. "This doesn't feel right, Aaron," you admitted, clutching his hand tightly.

He glanced at you, his expression softening with concern. "It's okay, love. Sometimes malls can be a bit eerie when they're empty. We'll be out of here soon."

You nodded, trying to calm your racing heart. But as you approached the mall's main entrance, you realized the truth. The security gates were closed, and the mall was locked up tight.

"Wait, Aaron," you said, your voice trembling. "Why are the gates closed? We can't get out."

Aaron turned to you with a sheepish grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed, revealing the prank.

You stared at him in disbelief, a mixture of surprise and annoyance washing over you. "You pranked me?" you asked incredulously.

He chuckled, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I had to get you back for all those pranks you've pulled on me," he confessed.

You couldn't help but laugh, despite the initial shock. "You got me good," you admitted, shaking your head.

Aaron smiled, relieved that you took it well. "I promise I'll make it up to you," he said, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

As you both waited for mall security to let you out, you couldn't help but admire Aaron's clever prank. It had been an unexpected adventure, and it was moments like these that added a touch of excitement and humor to your relationship. In the end, you couldn't be mad at him for too long, and you were already thinking about how to plan your next prank in revenge.

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Whiskey on ice.

pairings: Aaron Warner x Fem!Reader

summary: What’s the best thing that ever happened to you and why is it (drunk) Aaron Warner?

warnings: alcohol, ooc(?) Aaron Warner, kissing, suggestive themes, fluff, and a light smut!

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The phone buzzed insistently on your nightstand, waking you from your deep slumber. Groaning, you fumbled for it in the darkness, squinting at the screen.

Kenji’s name illuminated the room.

Of course, it was fucking Kenji. Damn you, Kishimoto.

“What the fuck do you want?” You mumbled, your voice thick with annoyance and sleepiness.

“Hey there, sunshine,” came Kenji's sarcastic voice through the speaker. “So sorry to interrupt your slumber, sleeping beauty.” Kenji slurred, clearly drunk.

“Kenji, it’s two in the morning,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I’ve got a little situation here,” he replied, his tone strangely cryptic.

Jesus Christ.

“What kind of situation?” You asked, growing more concerned by the second.

“Aaron fucking Warner.” Kenji deadpanned.

“He's had a bit too much to drink,” Kenji explained, his voice full of amusement.

"Tell her I love her!"

You grinned when you heard Warner’s drunken voice in the background cutting kenji off. He definitely sounded as if he’d had a bit more to drink than usual.

“And he's a little... clingy and needy, to say the least.” He continued.

“Kishimoto, tell her I love her!” Your boyfriend's voice can be heard in the background.

“He says he lo—” Kenji paused, his phone shuffled loudly and your eyes narrowed at the sound. And then you heard Aaron on Kenji's phone a second later.

“My love, I love you,” Aaron said to the other line.

“I love you too, Aaron.” You replied, smiling.

“You’re the most beautiful person I have laid my eyes upon, angel. My pretty love,” Aaron continued. “You are my face of aphrodite, The human embodiment of all of my desires, my beloved.”

You felt your cheeks heat at the compliment, biting up a smile, “Oh don’t you think that’s an exaggeration—“

“No,” Aaron cut you off firmly. “It is not, it’s the truth, my love. You-you are-“

“Warner, give me back my phone, asshole!”

As you fought back a laughter, you still can hear your boyfriend’s drunk voice in the background.

“Drunk Aaron Warner?” you repeated, trying to wrap your head around the image. “I thought that was a myth.”

“Oh, it's very real,” Kenji assured you. “And I need your help to wrangle him. He won't stop talking about you, and he's insistent on seeing you.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. The thought of a tipsy Aaron Warner being affectionate and flirtatious was too tempting to resist.

“I'll be right there,” you said, already throwing on some clothes and grabbing your keys.

“Okay, we will just try to make him drink water,” Kenji assured you.

“Oh my fucking god—no, Warner, you fucking tell her that! That’s too much information, man. Disgusting.”

You hear kenji rant, not entirely sure you wanted to know what drunk aaron was spewing to kenji.

“Y’all need to leave me alone to y’all’s sex life, for real.” Kenji mumbled as he turned off the call.

When you arrived at the designated meeting spot, you spotted Kenji standing by a black car. Aaron Warner was leaning against the vehicle, his normally impeccable suit rumpled and his tie hanging loose. He looked a little disheveled, but his green eyes sparkled with mischief as he caught sight of you.

“There’s my pretty baby,” Aaron slurred, pushing off the car and stumbling toward you.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his unsteady gait. "Hey, darling. Having a good time?"

Aaron grinned broadly, his trademark stoicism replaced by an endearing warmth. "The best time," he declared. "But it could be even better if you were here with me."

Kenji rolled his eyes as he strutted off to you and Aaron. "Take him home, will you? He's been driving me crazy all night." You only nodded and gave him a smile.

As you led Aaron to the car, he leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder. "You're so pretty," he slurred.

You couldn't help but blush at his candidness. "I think you're pretty great too, Warner."

With some effort, you managed to get him into the passenger seat. He insisted on holding your hand during the entire drive, peppering your knuckles with sweet, slightly drunken kisses.

"You're amazing," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "I'm lucky to have you."

As the ride goes on, Aaron’s hand had traveled from your hand to your inner thigh, caressing it and making you shiver from his touch.

“Aaron! We’re on the road, hands to yourself!” You told him, pulling out his hand from your thigh.

“‘m sorry, love, can’t help myself.” He mumbled. “You just smell so good, makes me wanna…” after that, you can’t understand the incoherent words he was saying.

“uhuh,” you mused, “keep your hands to yourself for a moment, yeah?” You told him as warner only grunted in response.

When you arrived home, you helped him out of the car. He stumbled a few times, but you were there to catch him each time. Inside, you settled him on the couch, where he promptly draped himself across your lap.

"You're comfy," he mumbled, nuzzling into your thigh.

You chuckled, running your fingers through his tousled hair. "I'm glad you think so."

As you went to the kitchen to grab him some water, you felt him following you.

His hands firmly gripped your hips once more, drawing you close to him in an abrupt, passionate motion. A gasp of surprise escaped your lips as his forehead lowered to meet yours. The faint scent of alcohol lingered on his breath as he nestled his nose against yours.

"I just want to make love to you tonight, angel," he murmured, his words causing your breath to quicken. His intentions were crystal clear, and you felt your resolve waver in response to his desire.

Breathing becoming shallower, you struggled to maintain composure as he continued, his hands descending to firmly grasp your hips, pressing your body against his.

"Not— not tonight," you stammered out, fighting against the powerful pull of his closeness.

"I just want to make you feel good, my sweet girl," he whispered, his voice laced with desire. His hands slid sensuously down to your waist, pulling your hips into a slow, intoxicating dance with his.

"Want to take care of you. Always want to take care of you."

You moistened your lips, trying to regain control, all while Aaron's hips moved against yours, making it increasingly difficult to resist. You exhaled a deep breath, attempting to stay collected.

"Not tonight, baby," you whispered back, your voice trembling.

His lips lowered beside your ear, sending shivers down your spine as they brushed against your skin. "I always take care of my love," he purred, placing a lingering kiss along your neck. "Always take real good care of you, my sweet angel."

"Let me take care of you tonight, please."

"Not when you've drunk so much," you replied, your voice wavering. With great effort, you managed to step back out of his embrace, resisting the urge to grind back into him. "Let's get you to the couch. I'll get you some water."

Aaron sighed deeply, his hands halting their explorations. You guided him down the hallway towards his couch, and he plopped down onto it. You fetched a glass of water from his kitchen and handed it to him. He downed it quickly, and you set the empty cup on the coffee table.

Turning your attention back to him, you noticed his disheveled work clothes. "How about I help you get ready for bed? Does that sound good?"

A sly grin crossed Aaron's face as he replied, "That depends. What are we doing in bed?"

"Sleeping, Aaron," you asserted firmly. Bending over, you took hold of his hands and gently tugged him from the couch. "Come on."

After helping Aaron into his bed, you slipped in beside him. He immediately curled up against you, his arms enveloping your waist.

"You're incredible," he whispered, breaking the silence.

You couldn't help but snort softly and shake your head. "And you're drunk," you replied.

"No, I'm serious," he insisted. "You're so smart, kind-hearted, funny, perfect. You're... you're too good for me. Much too good for me."

A frown creased your brow as he continued, his words spilling forth in a torrent of insecurity. "And I can't help but wonder how a heart like yours could ever love a heart like mine. You deserve someone better."

"Stop that, Aaron," you warned, your voice gentle but firm.

He shook his head vigorously. "Shush. Do not worry, my love," he murmured. "I'm far too selfish to want to give you up now.

"I will keep trying to be better to deserve you, my beloved. Please remember that," he said earnestly, his gaze locked onto yours.

"Aaron..." you began, but he interrupted.

"Please don't ever get tired of me," he pleaded. You looked at him, your heart swelling with affection, and kissed his forehead.

"I won't, love. You have me until the end of the universe," you assured him.

"I love you," he declared, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that held your attention.

For a moment, you were captivated by the depth of emotion in his eyes, as if his "I love you" carried a significance beyond words.

"I love you too," you whispered back, feeling a warmth spread through your heart. His head tilted slightly, a softer expression on his face, his lips parting in a gentle smile.

His gaze remained fixed on you, and you sensed that his love was something profound, something that words could never truly capture.

After a moment of silence, he spoke up.

“Love?” he asked tentatively through the dark.

“Hmm?” you answered.

There was a brief moment of hesitation before he spoke.

“Will you at least kiss me?” he asked.

“Of course, pretty boy,” you replied.

You leaned in, his lips seeking yours. The kiss was passionate and filled with an intensity that made your head spin.

As the night wore on, Aaron's clinginess increased. He refused to let you go, holding your waist tightly and pulling your head into his chest. He rested his head on your hair, and maybe nuzzle your neck affectionately.

his head shifting along the pillow for a moment before you felt him brush his lips against your forehead. Your eyes closed, a smile spreading across your mouth. And then gradually you both fell asleep.

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Bonus:

The soft glow of dawn crept into the kitchen as you tiptoed in, careful not to make too much noise. You knew Aaron had indulged in one too many drinks last night, and he'd likely be nursing a hangover this morning. Your heart swelled with affection for him as you prepared to make breakfast, wanting to take care of him in the best way you knew how.

As you quietly scrambled eggs and toasted bread, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of how your relationship with Aaron had evolved.

Just as you were about to flip the eggs, you felt a pair of strong arms encircle your waist. Aaron's chin rested on your shoulder, and he hugged you from behind, his body warm against yours.

"Morning, love," he slurred, his voice thick with sleep and the remnants of alcohol.

You chuckled softly and turned off the stove before turning in his embrace. "Morning, Aaron. Head hurts?"

"Mhm," he hummed, nuzzling your neck as if seeking comfort.

You reached up to run your fingers through his disheveled hair, a soothing gesture that seemed to help alleviate his discomfort. "Remember what I said last night?"

He pulled back slightly, his green eyes searching yours with a playful glint. "Y’know something from the kitchen."

You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out which of his drunken declarations he was referring to. "Which one?"

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, a tender, lingering kiss that left you slightly breathless.

And then it clicked.

"You said you wanted to take care of me and make love, but I said no because you were drunk," you said.

A faint blush crept across your cheeks as you remembered his needy and flirtatious behavior from the night before.

Aaron smirked, a wicked glint in his gaze.

"Well, I’m not drunk now." He said, smirking.

Oh Gods.

Your heart raced as his hands roamed your waist, pulling you closer. "Aaron, your hangover—"

He silenced your protests with another heated kiss.

Authors Note:

Woohoo 🫡 here’s a short fic for y’all since I’m still finishing up

the 12k+ Aaron Warner 7 evil exes fic (only 1 and a half chapter left) 🥸 anyway, enjoy!

English is not my first language and this isn’t beta read! And also my first time writing a fic 😮‍💨

Please let me know what you think :)