anddd we’re back to angst! this was requested by @lourd-ita. sorry it took a month when I said it’ll be up in a few days but I hope you’ll like it
9. Is that what you think of me?
got the video on IG and I turned it to gif. Credits to the owner of the video :)
Arón x reader
Arón was sitting on a chair on your shared apartment with his leg bouncing up and down with his phone in hand looking at it constantly, groaning in frustration. Anxiety getting the best of him as he tried to call you for the seventh time tonight and still got no response, not to mention the multiple text messages he sent you asking where you were. But of course, you didn’t know that as you were busy having fun with your friends.
Your friends were a mixed of different genders but mostly men. Your relationship with them are definitely platonic, you mess around and protect each other like brothers and sisters. Arón knew this and got no problem with it as he has friends that are women as well. He never got jealous of them ‘cos he said you were friends with them way before you guys met and he respects that.
Until tonight. Not when you haven’t replied to him not even once. Not when he saw a tagged photo of you with your friends right before dinner. It was a simple photo but your guy friend has his arm around you. He wasn’t even touching you his hand and arms are placed on the back of your seat. For some reason, Arón felt his face turn into hot red in anger and jealousy.
It was exactly 12 am when you arrived home. You weren’t drunk just tipsy. As soon as you open the door, Arón stood up and walked over to where you’re gonna see him right away and leaned on the wall with arms crossed. Oh, you are in deep shit.
“Finally! Cinderella’s home!” he exclaimed sarcastically.
You felt your heart beats a little faster as you walked up to him knowing he’s pissed. “you waited?” You asked as you kissed him on the lips. He lets you but he stares at you and had his eyebrows furrowed. Yep. You are fucked.
“Where were you?” he said with his jaw clenched obviously trying to keep himself from exploding.
“I was out with my friends, I told you last week that I’ll meet with them tonight, right?”
“No, you didn’t” he inhaled and exhaled deeply.
“Baby, I did” you put your hand on his chest hoping you’ll get him to calm down.
“Let’s say you did, you didn’t think of reminding me today? I called you several times!” his voice getting higher now as your heart pounds on your chest. You hated it when you fight.
“My phone died. I was busy at work I forgot to charge it and went straight to our meeting place right after work!” you defended. “I didn’t know you forgot what today was”
“oh, so now it’s my fault?!” he scoffed.
“I didn’t say that Arón.” You defended but tried to remain calm. You didn’t want to add fuel to his anger.
He turned his back on you and walk towards the bedroom. you catched up to him before he got to the door.
“C’mon Arón, don’t be like this” you gripped on his forearm to stop him.
“Like what Y/N?! I am your fucking boyfriend I should get to know these things!” he screamed. He finally exploded and yanked his arms away from you. You were taken back by his actions he never yelled at you before. your face showed hurt and shock. He mirrored your expression as well but he didn’t dwell on it as his face changed back to anger in a second.
He was so angry he kept on talking fast as you just stood there listening to every word he says. Some sentences are in Spanish. Most time you find it hot but knowing the current situation, he spoke in his mother tongue out of anger and it scared you to be honest. Of course, you didn’t understand and you didn’t dare ask him what he said until he spoke in English.
“Why do you have to be such a slut Y/N!?” he looked straight at you.
“Excuse me?” you whispered as you felt a sharp pain on your chest.
“You heard me Y/N!” he took a step forward as you backed up. “You like it, huh? When you’re around men, knowing you turn them on? You enjoy their company even when you have a boyfriend waiting for you at home worried sick! You didn’t even bother to tell your fucking boyfriend where you were. What else are you not telling me, hmm? Were you fucking them Y/N? which one? Huh?! Oh, maybe all of them!” he continued to grill you until you backed up completely against the bedroom door.
The sound of your hand colliding on his cheek echoed across the room. You slapped him. You didn’t mean to do it but he really hurt your feelings.
“Is that what you think of me?” your tears are threatening to build up, your voice getting shaky.
He looked at you with wide eyes and guilt across his face. All of his anger dropped instantly. “No baby, that’s not what I meant. I’m so-”
“I hate you Arón!” You cut him off by pushing him away from you and went to your shared bedroom. you took a deep breath and hold it in to stop your tears from falling. Arón quickly followed you so you walked faster until you reached the bathroom inside your shared bedroom and locked the door. You let out the air you held and let yourself cry. You heard a knock on the door so you turned on the faucet on the bathtub and let the water run hoping it will drown the sound of your cries.
“Y/N, please open the door.” He pleaded. You didn’t answer as you were busy trying to stop yourself from crying. You cannot believe the words that came out of his mouth. You sat on the floor weeping. His words cut you like knives, it kept on repeating in your head and it’s killing you slowly as it dawned on you.
“Please, Y/N. Let’s talk, baby” Arón tried to persuade you again. “you know I didn’t mean it” his guilt was eating him alive as well. You told him you hated him and he knew he fucked up. You never say things you didn’t mean and it scared him to death.
Silence. Nothing was heard besides your cries and whimpers that he can hear on the other side of the door. Arón paced back and forth not knowing what to do ‘til he came up on the door again and knocked.
“I’m sorry Y/N, please come out, let’s fix this” you knew he was close to tears as well as you heard his voice trembles.
“Go away!” is all you managed to say.
He kept on talking and pleading on the other side while you strip out of your clothes and dip yourself on the bathtub. You managed to block out his pleading voice. It stopped after a while anyway. You splash your face with water hoping it would clear your mind as to what you need to do. You were contemplating whether to forgive him with all the begging he said or leave him. After all, he called you a slut. You love yourself enough to let anyone call you things like that specially when it’s not true.
After what felt like an eternity on hell. You decided to get out of the bathtub and wrapped yourself in your robe. You looked yourself on the mirror, shut your eyes tightly wiping away the last tears on your cheek, took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom.
Arón quickly stood up from the floor beside the bathroom door. You didn’t dare to look at him and went straight to your dresser. You grabbed a simple v-neck shirt and a pair of jeans. As soon as he saw you grabbed your jeans, he panicked. He knew you wouldn’t spend the night with him and it made him anxious. He walked up to you but didn’t dare to touch you. He knew better than to touch you when you’re pissed knowing it’ll trigger your anger and he doesn’t want that right now. He just stood there pulling at his hair harshly not knowing what to do nor say until you grabbed your suitcase and starts packing your clothes.
“what are you doing?” he asked softly as he blinked rapidly trying to figure out if what he’s seeing is real. Of course, you didn’t answer him. It was obvious.
“Y/N?...” he tried again walking closer to you carefully like he’s walking on a floor with bombs scattered around. You knew he’s scared. You heard it in his voice. Again, you didn’t answer him. You just continued to pile your clothes on your suitcases faster.
“Stop!” Arón said desperately. “Stop, baby. Please” he begged grabbing your arm. “I’m sorry!”
You jerked his hand away like what he did to you earlier and scoffed. You refused to say a word knowing you’ll just burst out in tears again. He started to grab the clothes you put in your suitcase and stuff it back into your dresser. You ignored him and continued to grab your clothes from the dresser to your suitcase while Arón puts it back in again where you got it from. You eventually got tired of it.
“The fuck do you want Arón?!” You screamed in frustration, your chin quivering as tears build up on your eyes again. Your chest felt heavy as you looked at his face. He looked so scared, his eyes and nose were red as well as his cheeks.
“I want you to stay” he said as he tried to touch your face but you backed up.
“After what you said tonight? No. thanks!” you then continued what you were doing before.
“I said I was sorry” he let out a frustrated sigh
How dare he to give you an attitude right now. It made your blood boil.
“You think its that simple? You’ll say you’re sorry and the pain will magically go away?!” you stared at him sternly you might punch a hole in him in a while. “I’m a slut huh? Lets-“
He cut you off by saying “That’s not what I -” which made you want to slap him again but you just clenched your fist instead so you cut him off too.
“Shut. The. fuck up. I’m not done talking!” you said with gritted teeth. All your anger was out now. You never felt this much anger before but his words really got to you. you can’t accept the fact that after all you’ve been through, he had the audacity to call you a slut and to accuse you of cheating. He then closed his mouth and looks at you like a lost puppy.
“So, as I was saying.” You faced him completely now. Standing a few inches away from each other. “You think I’m a slut? Okay. Let’s talk about what slut means. Does it mean liking every single naked pictures of women I see on Instagram like you do? Does a slut let other woman grind on them and kiss them on the cheeks at a party like you do? Huh? Or was it like exchanging “friendly” messages all throughout the day with heart emojis like YOU do? huh? tell me Arón. C’mon, enlighten me. I want to make sure you know what slut means!” you were so angry you didn’t realize you were pointing on his chest pushing him lightly every time you’re gonna spit out words. You were breathing heavily as you finished talking. You waited for him to speak.
He didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. He didn’t know it’ll all backfire on him. He was just worried about you when you didn’t come home but one thing led to another and he’s well aware he fucked things up. He tried to open his mouth and close it like a goddamn fish out of water but no words came out.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You rolled your eyes and went back to packing while Arón on the other hand was so close on peeing himself as fear creeps in on him. He’s afraid to lose you. He didn’t want to. He’s not ready for it but the boy is stupid enough to call you out like that.
You screamed as you felt a pair of arms suddenly scoop you up away from the dresser. He then sat you on bed and knelt in front of you. He took both of your hands, clasped them together and held it in his own. He placed a kiss on it then looked up at you. he let out a tear and spoke.
“I don’t want to lose you Y/N” he sniffed.
“You just did” you spat back. The look on his eyes made you want to melt.
“No! No, please. I know I’m stupid. I fucked things up most of the time but I won’t let you go. I can’t” His hands traveled up to your forearms. Rubbing it lightly. “You’re not a sl..” he trailed off refusing to say it again. “You’re far from that. you’re the best woman I ever met. I knew you’ll never cheat on me, I’m sorry for accusing you. I’m sorry for all of the things I said. I truly didn’t mean a single word. I was just angry and jealous I didn’t think about it at all. I know it’s not an excuse but please forgive me. I swear to you this will never happen again. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll treat you better. I love you baby. you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Please, pleasseeee, stay?” he was crying now but you remained silent.
He grabbed you by the back of your neck, placing a kiss all over your face. “please” *kiss on the left cheek* “I’m sorry” *kiss on the tip of the nose* “I love you” *kiss on the right cheek* “Y/N, please” *kiss on the forehead* “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry princesa, I’m sorry” he kept on repeating. thinking begging is the only way to make you stay.
“you really hurt me, Arón” a single tear left your eye and he kissed it away as well.
“I know, baby, I know” he continued kissing your face. “tell me what you want me to do, I’ll do it. Just don’t hate me” he spoke close to your lips.
“I don’t hate you” you whispered. “I was just disappointed. I never thought you would say that to me.”
He nodded in understanding as he pressed his forehead on yours and mumble “I’m sorry”. You let him. He hurt you but the love you have for him was greater than the pain he caused you. so, you placed your hand on his chest. You felt his heart pounding against it and you smiled a little knowing you caused that.
“Do you forgive me?” he swallowed hard, afraid of your answer, afraid you’ll make up your mind and leave him for good.
You smiled and nodded a little. “hmm” He returned the smile and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “Gracias, Y/N” he said relieved.
“fucking asshole” you muttered jokingly and nudged him a little. You pulled him in for another kiss but deeper this time. You felt him smiling within the kiss before he pushed his tongue in your mouth which you happily sucked in return. He gently pushed you back in bed and hover over you. you stopped him and turned your head to the side.
“no sex for you tonight, cabron” you stick out your tongue. He tried to grab it but failed. He just pouts in return. “Don’t use that on me now, this is your doing” you laughed as he mumbled “I know” and went back to pouting.
“off to bed then?” he asked and you nodded in return. After all, it was 3am now.
Both of you stripped out of your clothes and settled in bed in a spooning position.
Just before you drift off to sleep, you spoke. “Arón, I’m sorry too” you turned around to face him “for worrying you. I should’ve texted you, it would save us from all the trouble tonight”
“hmm. I’m sorry too. I was such a jerk. I won’t hurt you again” He smiled and rubbed your back “but just so you know, you really scared the shit out of me tonight, bonita.” He laughed a little.
“You should still be. I’ll shave off all of your goddamn little curls you love so much the minute you fall asleep and turn you back again into a fucking ava-” he placed his hand on your mouth suddenly which caused you to giggle.
“Please don’t say it”
“avatar” your voiced was muffled. You licked his hand which made him let go of you.
“Fine. I guess I deserved your wrath” he said dramatically.
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You must’ve fallen asleep somehow only to be woken up by Arón’s sudden movements. You opened your eyes to see him sitting up on the bed with his hands on his head checking if he still has hair. He let out a sigh of relief when he confirmed he still has it. You then laughed your ass off. He really thought you’d shaved it. what a silly boy.
“what? just checking” he looked down at you and laughed along. You started to get up as well but he stopped you. “Don’t get up. I’ll bring you breakfast in a moment” he planted a kiss on your lips before getting out of the bed.
He yelled “te quiero!” just before he closed the door behind him.
Oh well, he really meant it when he said he’ll make it up to you.
Prompt: “You’ve got to be kidding me!” - @challengingwords
Pairing: Aaron Kwak (Aron) x reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Word count: 554
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” you breathed exasperatedly, both of your hands rising to scrunch up your hair within them before you attempted to place them around the neck of the man before you instead.
Aaron laughed uneasily. “It’s not that bad, Y/N.”
“No, you’re right; it’s not that bad, it’s worse! I cannot believe I left you in charge of watching over it. What was I thinking?!”
“That your boyfriend is trustworthy?” he offered and then sighed when you narrowed your gaze on him. “Okay, so I got hungry and left the sculpture unattended for maybe five minutes. That’s all I was away for and-”
“It took five minutes for this type of destruction?!”
You had been constructing a cathedral template for an upcoming presentation at work. It wasn’t something you had just slapped together with a bit of paper and glue. No, you had painstakingly been layering it up bit by bit, spending so far four days on the project.
And just like that, it was in ruins much like the fallen cathedral the corporation you worked for wished to rebuild. You almost laughed at the irony, but the bitterness in your chest trapped it within, the finger now being pointed at yourself.
You had only yourself to blame for this.
Dropping to crouch beside the chewed up beams, you willed yourself not to cry. Aaron sat beside you. “I didn’t think Kkotsunie would do anything to it. Normally that’s Noah and he was with me watching me make some food.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“Well, no, it’s Kkot-”
“It’s mine for being stupid enough to leave it on this table,” you concluded tearfully. You were exhausted. It had been a long four days and knowing you’d have to reconstruct the whole thing almost from scratch again made you wonder why you were even bothering with the visual. You already had drawn up the 3D computer image. You wondered if that would be enough, even though you knew the opposing team had tasked Minki with their proposal. He was always your biggest competitor, and you could only imagine what amazing concept he was going for.
You were close to defeat before the race had even begun.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Aaron’s fingers had something on them. Lifting your head up, you then noticed the repaired wall on the east side of your structure. You reached out to take his hand. “Did you… did you try to repair it?”
“Yeah,” he mentioned softly. “I mean, I don’t know how you did this for as long as you did. The glue gets everywhere and-”
Moving to kiss him gently, you then smiled gratefully. “I take it back.”
“Which part?” he mused, angling his face in hopes of another kiss.
“The part where I said it was worse.”
“Can I make it better?” he offered and you waited for Aaron to continue. He grinned. “I’ll help you fix it. If we both work on it together, it won’t take nearly as long, right?”
You nodded happily. “You know, you really are a trustworthy boyfriend to have.”
“You acknowledge it now, huh?” He laughed and then picked up the pieces that were salvageable. “Shall we get cracking?”
You knew with Aaron’s help, you wouldn’t go down in ruins after all.
You are my night
There are thousands of reasons behind these feelings
[01:46] Comfort met discomfort in these moments. Drenched in sweat, heart racing and breaths coming faster. Ease met unease as your fingers dug into the mess of sheets on the bed, giving you something to hold onto, something to find purchase in.
Familiarity, an old pattern. Aron’s hands holding your hips like they had countless times. His hips thrusting, deep and rough. Your legs thrown up over his shoulders as he gazed down at you with heat in his eyes. The same heat you had seen so many times as you gazed up at him from the bed.
“You look so fucking good like this, babe,” you had heard that same roughness before as he spoke. But just like every other time it never failed to make arousal rush through you. His gaze never failed to entrance you. The same pleasure he had brought you before that you were addicted to. You could never get enough of him.
Surety, bliss, pleasure.
Impossibility.
You and Aron didn’t work. You and Aron would never work.
Your back arched off the bed and his hands kept your hips still as he thrust into you harder.
Tried and failed, it was never as perfect as it should have been.
His name fell from your hips as you squeezed your eyes shut, pleasure filling you as the coil inside you curled impossibly tight.
The sex worked, but that was about the only thing that did.
You cried out, your body shaking as your release crashed over you. Bliss flooded your senses and coursed through your body as you panted, trying to catch your breath.
Of the complicated feelings between you, love was never one of them.
A/N: Before I start, sorry to the anon who requested this if it is shitty, but I’m a bit sick right now and my head hurts way too much to continue this. I hope you’ll still like it though.
So now, dating the run-away kid (YES ARON WE MISSED YOU LIKE HELL YOU HOUDINI WANNABE) would include:
so this boy is generally such a sweetheart, but can be an idiot at times and not necessarily in a bad way
but I feel like he doesn’t think twice before speaking and sometimes it may come off as agressive
and if you ever were to get offended by his words, he would apologize really fast and kiss you multiple times until you have to yell at him to stop cause you’re not mad anymore
but he would still feel bad so he’d probably bring you, your favorite flowers or take-out off the next time you two meet
he would very loyal (although he doesn’t seem like it, or is it just me?)
he would have you meet all his girl friends and it would all be very sweet since he already gushed about you to them
“oohhh so she is the unlucky girl?”
to which you would just laugh and agree
but Aron would pout so you’d have to reassure him he’s the best boyfriend and you love him so freaking much
but in reality, he wasn’t even mad; he just loves hearing you say you love him
would call you cute on a daily basis, no matter what you’re doing in his eyes you will always be cute
he would want you to meet his family, if not in person than over a video call or something
he’s someone who enjoys PDA, but not to an extreme level since he is still an idol; but he always holds your hand or rest his head on your shoulder as you’re ordering coffee
or hugs you tight and kisses your forehead while you’re waiting in line at the supermarket
he would love it for you two to travel together, it doesn’t even matter where just pack your bags and go
he would not be very romantic, but he always prepares a special event for your birthday or your anniversary
like a cute picnic, a weekend get-away or date at the beach while you splash each other like toddlers
and he would start pouting when salt gets in his eyes and you would try to comfort him by giving him sweet kisses
but he just tricked you and you’re now being dragged under water by your lovely boyfriend
so many movie nights which include horror movies to which he gets scared and you make fun of him all the time
and also romantic comedies when he kisses you slowly and whispers “I love you” when a sentimental scene is on
the movie nights also include cooking which usually ends with you both having a food fight and giving up mid-way and just ordering pizza
*UP UP AND AWAY IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE LOVELIES*
or the cooking nights end in the movie being canceled and you sitting on the kitchen table as Aron is working hard on removing both of your clothes
the sex would be pretty amazing
I am 100% sure he has experience; not saying he has a lot, a lot but just like... a lot
I feel he is a bit selfish in bed though and loves being pleasured so much
that doesn’t mean he won’t pleasure you, but he enjoys receiving more than giving
although the tongue technology is amazing with this one what a shame
but he makes up for that in ways other can’t
he’d be so much into public teasing (be it from you or from him)
and when you get home you better be prepared cause he would most likely take you the moment you close the apartment’s door
he somehow pings me as someone who would be quite open with his sexuality
so he would be open to try all your fetishes and kinks, as long as it’s nothing extremely gross
biting, licking, hickeys, kissing you get them all without exception
not having a problem with being submissive, but would prefer showing you who is in charge more
him being vocal in bed may depend on how he is feeling, but he is more of a low grunting or groaning rather than moans
I think he is into all kinds of stuff without even realizing it
like leather, handcuffs, blindfolds, spanking, clothed sex, orgasm denial, begging, phone sex, public sex
would most likely be the one to suggest a threesome
would definitely let you call him “daddy” if you asked nicely
