can we get some aris smut..like uh..any plot..(HE HAS LIKE NO WRITINGS ON HERE..)
𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹
𓏵‧₊˚ ┊smut, degrading, aftercare
𓏵‧₊˚ ┊haven’t written in so long bye and I got writers block
🏷️ ; @sephoutlet and the @booklovrrs girl who requested Aris uhh
You’ve been trapped in here for 5 days. 5 days of the same routine, 5 days of the same, cold, sterile walls. Wake up. Eat. Get tested. Sleep. Repeat. They’ve kept you in a different cell apart from the boys. Especially Aris. Aris. The shy, quiet boy who’s always kept to himself and ate alone during meal times, the boy who glanced at you nervously whenever you talked, his eyes so wide, eyes that have seen everything.
You stare at the ceiling, before getting up from your cold bed, the blanket that barely warmed you up spilling into the sheets. It’s meal time again. You grabbed your tray, the line short. It wouldn’t take long until everyone would start piling in. Your eyes scan the room until you see Aris, sitting beside him with a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.
“Hey, you okay?” You ask him, staring at the food/lunch/garbage he was eating. Canned corn, soup, and toasted bread with a carton of milk. “You look pale.”
“Y-Yeah.” He replied through a mouthful of corn. “Just.. thinking.” He chews slowly.
“Thinking about what?”
“You.” He blurts out, his face turning the same shade as a tomato. Your face turns the same colour as his. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t..”
“No,” you cut him off. “It’s fine.” Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was gonna burst out of your chest at any moment. His knee touches yours under the table, and you might’ve just well exploded.
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By the time night time arrived, you were in the same white bedroom, and it was eerily quiet. The lights went off by 9. Your fingers play with each other, imagining how it would feel in Aris’ hair. You push the thought away, before you hear something under your bed. The air vent scattered across the floor, and before you could scream, Aris was crawling out under your bed. He must’ve gotten in from the air vents.
“Aris!” You whisper-yell. “What in gods name are you doing here?!”
“It’s not what it looks like!” He stands in front of you. “I.. I was just.. I .. wanted to see you.” He swallows nervously, taking a seat next to you, the bed creaking under his weight. You move to sit up. “Aris..” The tension between you said more than words ever could. And before you knew it, his lips were on yours, his hands on your waist, your hands on his shoulders, and he felt so, so warm even in the cold room.
He guides you to lay down, before he moves on top of you.
“You’re.. so beautiful.” He says in the dark, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “Can I?…” you nod, and your shirt is lifted off of you. He swallows nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His fingers skim across your torso, and you pull him in to kiss him again. His lips taste like strawberries.
His fingers move to the waistband of your sweatpants, before dragging them down alongside your panties. Now all you’re left in is your bra. He leans his head down, peppering kisses all over your neck down to your shoulder, hastily getting his shirt and his pants down.
“Are you sure you want this..?” He glances at you. You nod. He pushes in slowly, so slowly, checking to see your reaction. You let out a soft moan, your eyes closing and your mouth falling into a silent ‘O’. When he bottoms out, he groans, burying his face into your neck “You feel so warm.” His voice is muffled.
He starts rocking his hips slowly, his hands moving to your waist for leverage. His eyes are on you the entire time. When you moan his name, he grips your waist tighter, sweat bedding on his neck.
“You’re so needy..” he rasps, hiding his face in your hair this time, skin slapping against yours. “All for me, yeah?” His earlier shyness went away, his thrusts more demanding this time, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes you arch your back.
“Aris! Oh-“ your moans are swallowed when he kisses you to hide your sounds. You could feel that familiar coil in your stomach, and your hands move to grip his forearms, fingernails digging into his skin that it would leave little crescent marks. You come undone with a low cry, and Aris’ hips stutter when he spills inside you.
“Fuck..” he rests his forehead on your shoulder during the aftershocks, pressing a tender kiss there. When he pulls back, your face is flushed, your lips red and swollen, and your thighs aching. When he kisses you this time, it isn’t demanding or hard, it’s slow and gentle.
“I love you.” He whispers.
