Promise You're Mine
There's only one solution to another guy flirting with you.
Oral, fingering, vaginal sex, overstimulation, hair pulling kink, slight dom Aris
2,851 words
You were barely listening to the meeting at this point. To be honest, you were barely even awake. It was the same few things every time. What's needed for supply runs, be patient with the newbies, don't go cliff jumping at night without telling anyone while drunk. So yeah. The basics.
The only good thing was Aris beside you. His touch was subtle, his distaste of pda being the exact same as always. His knee purposely brushed against yours while your pinkies were hooked together. It was the only thing stopping you from bashing your head against a wall.
“Alright. If there are no other questions-”
You didn't wait for Vince to finish as you stood up. Aris shook his head as he watched you immediately leave while a small amused smile crossed his lips. He expected nothing less at this point.
When you finally stepped into the sun, relieved to have made it out, your shoulder bumped against someone. You turned to find it was Ethan, one of the few remaining Gladers. There was something off about him you could never quite figure out, and you didn't care to.
“Sorry,”you apologized, stopping for the sake of being polite. At the same time, the meeting actually ended. Aris stepped out with everyone else, scanning the area for you. As his eyes stopped not too far off, right by the clinic, he let out an annoyed huff. Somehow you were oblivious to what Ethan really wanted. If he knew part of that was because he was the only guy you cared to pay attention to, maybe it wouldn't get under his skin so much.
“It's just fine, beautiful,”he flirted, going to touch your arm. Already having tuned him out when you spotted the one you were just with, you halfheartedly nodded before basically skipping off.
“You know those two minutes are always nothing, right?”you teased, nudging his shoulder.
“You realize you're breaking the rules, right?”he grinned, resting his hands on your waist. Your eyes widened at the sudden public attention, though you thought better than to mention it. You liked it far too much when he touched you, even when it created a . . . disturbance for the people around you.
“It's a dumb rule,”you excused, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. When he leaned in, trying to make it clear you were taken, Sonya called your name. You turned around, your hands untangling from him. When she was waving you forward, you sighed before looking at him again.
“I’ll see you later,”you promised, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. Before he could even respond, you walked past people and to her. While you were just talking to a friend, a much different interaction was going on. Ethan's smirk was far too confident, basically a promise that he had his eye on the prize. Deciding better than to interact, than to be someone you wouldn't like, he left before he could do something stupid.
Nighttime was one of your favorite times. Even when there wasn't a bonfire, a few people were always out. Standing with Brenda and Thomas, you nodded along to her story.
“There you are, Thomas”a familiar voice greeted. You all glanced over at Ethan, whose eyes weren't on Thomas at all. Guessing that he wanted to be closer, you moved over in front of Brenda, giving him space.
“Hey? How are you?”he asked slowly, trying to decipher the actual motive. He wasn't close to the guy at all. It wasn't that they hated each other. They just never felt the need to acknowledge the other.
“Fine, fine. I thought I’d actually come out tonight, you know?”he nodded, stepping closer, invading your space. Your brows furrowed as you tried to shuffle away. Before you could, he slung his arm around your shoulder.
“I was meaning to continue our conversation anyway.”
“What conversa-”
“She doesn't like that,”Brenda got straight to the point.
“She would tell-”
“I was getting tired anyway,”you laughed, not knowing what else to do. When he let go, the only one allowed to do that finally arrived.
“You okay?”he asked softly, taking your hand.
“Yeah. He’s just weird,”you shrugged, happily accepting it.
“Yeah. Weird.”
You woke up before him the next morning. It certainly wasn't purposeful, but he was up tossing and turning while worrying about the one thing.
Why the hell was anyone looking at his girl?
You smiled as you ran a hand through his hair. He murmured softly before turning over, his eyes still shut.
“My cutie,”you whispered, leaning down and kissing his forehead. He really was your sweetheart, the only one you looked at.
And he planned to keep it that way.
You left silently in his hoodie. The blue fabric almost covered your shorts as the hood was on your head. It was your favorite piece of clothing, and it wasn't even yours. That was the point.
As you were looking at the sunrise, standing in the almost empty space, a pestful voice interrupted you. A sigh left before you could stop it, though you were past the point of minding. You had five people you actually wanted to talk to, and he was not on that list.
He joined you without asking, his arms crossed over his chest. You gave him a look that he thought he should smile at for some reason. You couldn't decide if he was stupid or had hit his head.
Aris chose that time to wake up. He wasn't surprised to wake up in the bed alone. It was an on and off thing, though he liked being together much better. He liked being with you more in general, especially when someone else wanted you.
It was a miracle from the heavens really. He went outside just in time to see two figures standing there. His face flooded with heat as he watched Ethan subtly try to move his hand closer to your skin.
He was done. Done just accepting you were loyal, done knowing you would instantly pull away, done acting like he didn't care. He was done.
He stormed over like his life depended on it, barely avoiding bumping into someone. As you were finding a way to walk off, a pair of arms wrapped around you. Your eyes widened as you were lifted off the ground, quickly tossed over his shoulders. You recognized that touch too quickly, recognized his scent, recognized his shirt. You recognized the way he manhandled you and thanked every magical being for it.
He was amazing under the sheets. He listened until he could please you in his sleep. His fingertips would trail down your flesh, his mouth would litter your skin with kisses. He was the perfect lover. And most of the time he was extremely gentle. It was a rarity he fucked you rough, and you were more than ready for it.
He tossed you on the bed, watching your hands clasp the sheets for stability. When he saw the lust in your eyes, he grabbed your throat, holding it in his hand. While standing over you, he smashed his mouth against yours. Resting your hands on his chest, you happily kissed back, letting him touch wherever he wanted.
While still holding your neck, he kneeled on the mattress. Your legs were trapped between his as he deepened the kiss, his tongue prying past your lips. Holding the back of your head with his free hand, he kept you as close as possible. When you were finally able to keep up, to kiss back, he sucked on your tongue, tasting you deeper.
Something only he got to do.
His teeth carefully grazed your bottom lip when he pulled away, just enough for you to squirm. As you were catching your breath, he let go of your neck, trailing it down your stomach. His spit covered lips traveled down your neck, kissing on the sensitive skin. It was soft at first, testing your limits.
When he found your collarbone, you moaned his name, your hips bucking into him. He started suckling on your sweet spot, leaving his mark on you. You leaned your head back, giving him all the access he wanted. Tugging the hoodie down a little, he revealed your shoulder that he was quick to bite. When you whimpered, he stopped. His hands cupped your cheeks as he pressed his temple against yours, looking into your very soul.
“Do you want this?”he asked softly, his thumbs tracing small circles.
“Yes.”
“Do you want it rough?”
“Please?”you asked hopefully, giving a small smile.
He instantly listened, shoving you on your back. Ensuring nothing could interrupt, he undressed, throwing everything but his boxers in the corner. Before you even got a chance to admire him, he was between your thighs, dragging your shorts off. You squirmed slightly as he left you in your underwear and his hoodie. You wore his clothes like they were your own, always making yourself comfortable. They were the only ones you wanted, and nothing in the world could take that away.
“The hoodie stays on,”he instructed in that one voice you never got to hear. When you eagerly nodded, he grabbed your thighs, laying between your legs. He separated them as wide as he could, leaving your stomach fluttering. He looked up at you, watching your hands ball the sheets in preparation.
All for him.
He licked over your clothed cunt, wetting your underwear. He could taste the way you were already soaked, the act of making out and taking off clothes being enough to leave you horny. You shivered at the dissatisfying touch, needing so much more.
He pressed his thumb against your clit as he sucked on you. You groaned at the teasing, which he pretended not to hear. It didn't help that you knew how good he was with his mouth. He was either given a gift from God or God himself. His tongue was pure magic, and you’d be damned if you didn't get it.
He pushed as deep as he could, so close yet so far. Your hips pushed up into him, begging to actually be touched. Grabbing your hips, he pushed them down, keeping you where he wanted. Your hands pulled at his hair, making him moan against you, his face burying deeper. Your back arched in pleasure as he kept sucking on you, teasing you like you weren't dying for pleasure.
“Aris. Aris, please? Aris?”
The way you repeated his name was absolutely everything. You wanted him. You wanted him to fuck you, to leave your eyes rolling back and mouth filled with him. You wanted his sweet kisses and long thrusts.
When you pulled harder, moaning louder, he grabbed your panties, pulling them against your thigh. You shivered at the cold air until he kissed your needy clit. Your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, another vocal sound leaving you. He licked up and down you, his tongue flat and teasing. His thumbs traced back and forth as his tongue teasingly darted inside of you. When you moaned, his mouth found your clit, sucking and humming against you. His fingers trailed back and forth, feeling your warm wetness, before plunging inside of you. Your back arched, toes curling as you were growing closer and closer. His head buried between your thighs, essentially demanding you let him taste you. You squirmed under him, saying his name and his alone.
You threw your head back as the pressure inside of you subsided. No amount of heaven could ever compare to this, to being taken and praised and promised you deserved this.
“Yeah? That feel good?”he hummed, caressing your thighs. When you nodded, he took off his last bit of clothing, revealing his needy cock.
“Fuck me, Aris. Fuck me hard,”you pleaded, grabbing his shoulders, pulling him on top of you. Pressing his mouth against yours, he kissed you harshly, firmly holding your face in his hands. His touch was downright possessive while he tasted your mouth. He pressed against you, making you arch your back, desperately asking for him.
Disconnecting your mouths against your will, he pressed his forehead against yours. Your breaths were heavy, your hands in your hair as you looked into those longing eyes.
“I’ll do much, much more than that.”
Fulfilling his promise, he slammed inside of you. You gasped as he filled your soaked cunt, pressing completely against your walls. When you unconsciously tugged on his hair, he groaned while burying his face in your shoulder. His teeth sunk into your neck as he pulled out and thrusted in. You whimpered from the combination of his mouth leaving hickeys and the pleasure he was giving you. Your nails dug into his back as you cried his name, leaning your head back.
Finding your hands, he pinned them beside your head as he took you. Your toes curled as your back arched, demanding more. Your eyes filled with tears at the knot in your stomach. You squirmed under him as he kept you still, his fingers lacing with yours. He bit down harder, making you gasp as you were right there. His thrusts were ruthless, his cock hitting deeper and deeper. Your eyes rolled back, lips parting in a silent scream as you finished. He panted as he sloppily thrust into you, his grip loosening as he met his own high.
You were panting as you looked up at him, your legs trembling as he spilled out of you. His marks were already showing on your skin, revealing a claim nobody else could have.
He just had to be sure.
“Come on. Hands and knees,”he instructed, his hands darting between your legs. When you squirmed, crying out as he touched you, he repeated the order firmer while pressing on your clit. Your back arched helplessly as he felt your liquids drip past his palm, staining the sheets.
“I thought you knew how to listen,”he taunted, watching you try to get off his hand so you could properly think. Grabbing your thigh, he pulled you closer, plunging his fingers deep inside of you. Gripping his wrist, you looked at him desperately as he curled his fingers back and forth, inviting more pleasure. He held your waist, keeping you still for him despite the request. You seemed physically unable to do anything more than take it, a knot forming in your core as his palm grinded against your clit. You turned on your side as you tried to listen, but that only trapped his hand between you, giving him no choice but to increase his pace. Your hands desperately pulled at the bedframe, your vision going dark as he coaxed another orgasm from you.
“Aris, Aris-oh god,”you groaned as he turned you on your stomach. He positioned you where he wanted you, stuck on your knees as he grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind your back.
“It’s okay. You know I’ll take care of you,”he soothed, carefully pulling the hood back over your head. With the side of your face already pressed to the pillow, your vision was basically non-existent.
He needed no help slamming inside of you, fucking you the way you asked. Your hands balled into fists, legs shaking as he thrust inside. He heard you repeat his name through tired moans that were almost drowned out by the sound of him fucking you. Your soaked walls gripped his cock, inviting him deeper. You looked so pretty under him, struggling to move, to do anything more than take him. You looked like you were his, had always been his, were made to be his.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Just like that,”he praised, carefully grabbing the back of your neck, holding you in his hand. His other slipped up the hoodie, holding your waist and trailing to your breasts. Overstimulated tears spilled from your eyes as he pounded into you, leaving you dizzy as you were right there. He could feel you growing closer, soaking his cock. His thrusts got deeper, more intense, his words more and more assuring. Your eyes clenched shut, back arching as you screamed his name. You were quick to break, spilling down your thighs as your tears stained the pillow. Your hands twitched as he came inside of you, his grip on your body unconsciously tightening.
You basically collapsed the second he let go. Urging you on your back, he wiped the leftover tears as whispered to you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you looked at him in a way that said it back. He was close to you like you always craved, his body pressed against yours. His lips pressed lazy kisses to your flesh, his fingers trailing up your hips. He whispered soft words of love, of promises that this was only yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, a small smile on your face as he adored you.
Ethan could do whatever the hell he wanted. Nothing would lead to him fucking you in his hoodie.
