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Late sleepover ask!
Which beard? đ
This is the same beard. Well almost. Because it's a twin beard.
Panty ruiners, twins Ari and Steve used to fight for toys, but their Ma raised them well and taught them to share. So now they're going to share you; even if you're reluctant.
Beggars can't be choosers and you are so low in the food chain of the dark ruins of the city that once flourished, that you have no other choice but to accept that belonging to them meant surviving.
They may look almost identical, but each has his unique technique of wrecking you đ«
Sometimes they will blindfold you and play a game with you - you have to guess who is kissing you, eating you out, or fucking you. If you guess right, you'll be rewarded. If you guess wrong... rip đ
I refuse to choose, Navy! đ
#this was an attack!#and an impossible choice since I should first experience how both beards feel đ#navybrat817#spontaneous sleepover#ari levinson x reader#steve rogers x reader#ari levinson x reader x steve rogers#ari levinson x you#steve rogers x you
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Come Hell Or Highwater: Part 3
A/N: Trigger warnings for mention of blood/mild violence/bruising/wounds
It was difficult not to be distracted by the appearance of raindrops that rolled down the clear glass of the music room. It was almost as difficult to ignore the rain as it was to look past the overhanging clouds that gave the city an inauspicious and dismal appearance.
The forecast had been calling for rain for the past seven days, each consecutive day supposedly going to be barraged with precipitation and yet only today had the city gotten any.
It would have bothered you if you hadnât been staying later to collaborate on a project with one of the other music composition students. You wouldâve been concerned about trying to make it back to your apartment in the dreary weather, even if the rain had already stopped, but seeing as how youâd be working late you figured the rain would stop.
Although the longer you watched the rain while your classmate worked, the quicker you had become doubtful that the clouds would lift and the rain would stop. It was a heavy and trodden blanket that hung over the city, the rain and the dense burrowing clouds adding yet another layer of darkness.
âI can walk you home.â Your classmate and collaborator, Ryan Beauchamp, had offered you a ride when he was done.
Normally you wouldâve taken him up on the offer although the prospect of staying another hour past what you already had seemed worse than facing the weather.
You appreciated the offer anyway, you said as much when you gathered your notes and the composition pages and tucked them into your bag. You knew Ryan was a good friend and more trustworthy than most college guys you knew.
Ryan was a brother to three younger sisters and heâd liked to consider himself a universal campus big brother. He had chided you more than once for trying to walk home on a particularly cold night, or when he was worried about you running into trouble.
Youâd told him countless times when you were working together that the walk was short and it was safe enough.
Once you got off campus onto the main road you only had a fifteen-minute walk and you would pass a few places that were open late in case you needed somewhere to hide if anything had happened. It was a reoccurring event that youâd grown used to in the past three weeks while working on the project with Ryan.
You would gather all your composition papers and notes, all the thoughts and ideas in your head that youâd bounced off each other, shove them into your bag and then start to head to the exit with him. Ryan and yourself would make small talk, insignificant conversation before youâd part ways.
That night had been no different, to your relief the raindrops that had barraged the portion of the city you were in had stopped, the cement drenched and pooling in sections of the surface. You started your trek through campus as usual, avoiding the grass that was soaked headily with moisture only stopping once youâd stepped off campus to find your phone.
It was the message youâd gotten from your roommate that was the catalyst for your night gone to hell, the innocent message asking you to stop at the drugstore on the way home to pick up her prescription.
It was a simple request, an errand that you hadnât thought twice about doing since you were closest and the pharmacist was closing soon.
Your roommate wouldnât have made it to the drugstore before they closed and she needed the medicine for the morning, a problem that you hadnât minded helping her with. It was a detour that you had made before, the quick stop at the pharmacy wouldnât add but minutes to your trip home from universityâa short errand that bled into a flurried hell that you couldnât escape.
It was nothing but a moment between stepping outside the pharmacy with your roommateâs prescription in your bag, to the pained and wounded cry that called you toward a side street near the drugstore.
You were caught off guard by the sound that was reminiscent of a wounded animal, the whimper tugging on your bleeding heart and stirring your engrained desire to do good in the world. You followed the sound, your naivety compelling you to help where you could even if you were heading further down the side street.
You found them dumped in the corner of a dead end, two men slumped over together against a chain link fence. Their clothes were torn and ripped to shreds, very little pieces of their once pristine jackets had remained intact and even through the dim lighting you knew they needed help
Dropping to the cold wet concrete, you reached for the man closest to you, the one whose eyes were in a constant flux of opening and shutting as he tried to remain conscience.
You grabbed hold of the front of his jacket and attempted to move him, your stomach churning at the acrid stench of copper that hung in the air, twisted and mixed with the unpleasant malodour of grave injuries.
Even in the darkened side street, you could discern the severity of their wounds. Through the dim light, you could recognize the man furthest from you as one of the more prominent businessmen in the city who had founded a number of councils and boards. You could recognize him through the wounds and the bruises, the blood that clung to him hadnât done enough to misconstrue his identity.
Jason Wallen was a rich man, he was a man whose face was on countless billboards with his prominent message a vow to the city council to eradicate the crime districts. He had vowed to commit a vast majority of his wealth and influence to find and track down every underhanded man who had invested in the seedy dealings of this place.
âP-please-â The man clinging limply to the chain link fence pleaded with you, every breath was coming at the cost of his ability to stay awake and verbally communicate with you.
Your hands were going to be stained with blood, and tracings of the necessary and vital substance to keep them both alive were soaking into your clothes as you tried to keep the main you were helping upright.
Sinking back on your haunches, you dug through your bag for your phone, adrenaline pumping through you while you dialled 9-1-1. Your mind was far from you, you were being led by your instincts while talking to the dispatcher detailing everything you had found and needed.
âI d-donât want to d-die-â The sound of his gurgling nauseated you, it was a sound that you felt you would never be able to uproot from the corners of your mind.
âYouâre not going to die, youâre not going to die. An ambulance is coming, okay? Youâre going to get help.â Your voice trembled, your hands desperately trying to stop the bleeding from his chest while you looked at the prominent businessman, watching his chest slow down and his eyes become distant. âYouâre going to be okay, youâre going to be fine. Help is coming.â
Despite your effort, it felt like you hadnât done enough. You shouldâve done more.
The sound of sirens pierced the ill silence, the sharp signals of ambulatory care were echoing in your head like an air raid siren only you could hear. You fell back with a strained scream when bright lights illuminated both the side street and the damage done to the two men that were left to die.
You couldnât get out of the way fast enough for the paramedics, struggling to rise to your feet and grab your bag while they worked on the two men. Your feet carried you out of the side street where you were stopped by two police officers, one speaking on the radio and the other trying to speak to you.
It was all muffled and quiet, discourse between what you couldnât hear and the images engrained in your mind of the two men and their broken, bruised and battered bodies.
You were jostled from sleep by a warm large hand shaking your shoulder, and the husky whispering of one of your guards.
Your first reaction was to smack his hand away from you and protest his disturbance with a muttered threat that was incomprehensible. Your eyes remained closed, screwed shut while the faint and unrelenting memory that invaded your sleep was replaced with a stern prompt to get up.
âWeâre here, Y/N. You need to get out of the vehicle and stretch your legs.â He placed his hand on your shoulder once more, shaking you twice until he could see you open your eyes and feel you shift in the front seat.
You raised your hands to hide your eyes in the palms of your hands, fingertips and nails digging into your scalp as a temporary release of tension. It was only a moment of the dull sense of pain before you lowered your hands and settled your vision on the location of your new and falsified life in the Witness Protection Program until you could head to trial.
The house was another piece of this fabricated story that you would be living until things had come to a close, this structure would be filled with fake memories and dinner parties, gatherings that would all allude to you, Steve, Ari and Andy being this new to town polyamorous unit who wanted peace in a safe place.
It was a fine thread spun into a fairytale-like story that was convoluted, just like the ring on your finger and the rings on theirs. It was all a necessary addition to a lie that was put in place like a shield to hide you until you were useful. So much of the drive had been lost to you being caught in your mind or to sleep that felt less fruitful than it shouldâve been.
And now you were home.
It was a cute little house if nothing else, with an enclosed porch that would face the sunset. It was built of solid wood and stained white to match, with a solid oak door that led into the porch and further on into the house. Attached to the left side of the enclosed porch was a swing built into the left of the space with two mismatched hand-sewn pillows.
The house was on two levels, and as far as you understood, had six bedrooms and 4 baths. It was beautiful and newly renovated, it was a farmhouse on the edge of this small town where no one would know your real name.
It was a dream come true in any other situation, if you werenât here for your protection youâd have loved to live in a place like this. This house was cozy and seemed welcoming, in a small town where everyone helped each other out and neighbours took care of neighbours. This would have been ideal for you, it would have been encompassing some version of your dreams that called to you.
You took it all in with scrutiny, on the edge of fear weighing you down and apprehension rooted in uncertainty. You couldnât plan your future days, weeks or months. Not even in the most minimal way could you have planned anything and that had sparked your anxiety.
However it wasnât the homely state of the house or the enclosed porch that had made your attention wander from two of the three men acting as your husbands, it was the trio standing on the lawn waiting for you. The two men and one woman appeared friendly and welcoming, with trays of food and homemade baking resting in their arms.
âHi! We wanted to be the first to welcome you.â The woman was beautiful though older than yourself, with rich dark hair that was fastened in boxer braids and tied back in a silk scrunchie.
âIâm Lia and these are my husbands, Sam & Carter.â Her husbands, like her, were equally as beautiful as she was and no less friendly or welcoming to the three of you. They had all appeared to be relatively close in age and there was a deep bond between them that was apparent to you even if youâd just met them.
âGrant,â Steve gave his faux name and rest his hand on the small of your back to ease your worries, âmy brother Andy and I share our wife.â
They didnât bat an eye at the idea of sharing, they hadnât hesitated to extend the polite first meeting with encouraging and warm smiles that matched their personalities.
âThe realtor mentioned there were three of you?â
Carter had questioned them, no less polite than he was before.
âCole works long distance, heâs here for a few days and gone for weeks.â Heat bloomed beneath Ariâs hand when he placed it upon the small of your back, a nudge for you to converse despite your lips feeling like theyâd been seen shut.
âIâm sorry, we never even asked your name.â Lia had drawn attention to you, her warm eyes cast upon you expectantly.
âDanah.â You mumbled the name that had become your new identity. âMy name is Danah.â
The name felt foreign rolling off your tongue, unclear and unfamiliar though you would have to grow used to it. You repeated yourself, a little more clearly than before and with more enunciation.
âWe know how hard it can be to move so we wanted to welcome you with some food. And if you need any help when your things arrive tomorrow, Sam and Carter have the day off.â Lia handed the gifts of food to Steve, trading them off with a polite and warm offer to have dinner together once you were settled.
With the food and gifts of sweets given, the new neighbours had made a quick departure to give you privacy, though you followed them with your eyes until they were out of view.
âWe should get inside.â Ari led you first, following behind you as a shield to block you from view as you walked up the steps of the porch, through the screen door and further to the front door of the house.
For now, you were home.
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you get a request from a mysterious viewer for a private chatâŠ
ââčor ââč
sugar daddy ari meets cute camgirl!reader and she doesnât know how to act around him.
{18+, dd/lg overtones, daddy kink,minors dni}
A. Levinson has requested a private chat.
The message pops up on your screen the moment youâre about to shut your laptop and call it a night. Itâs already past midnight and youâve just ended a particularly wild livestream. Tonight, youâd done the whole innocent girl act that your subscribers loved so much. Youâd asked them to suggest on the live chat all the different ways you could touch yourself. As expected, it had gone over a treat, and youâd done your highest numbers yet thanks to your loving fans.
Speaking of which, your laptop beeps again with another notification:
A. Levinson donated $500.
You recognise the name immediately. Of course, you have no clue what he looks like or who he is. But heâs a new regular on your livestreams. Thousands of people watch you but you recognise the names of those who donate frequently. A. Levinson is one of those people â and his donations are hefty, too. Oh, should you accept? You didnât really do private chatsâŠ
The buzz of another notification snaps you out of your thoughts. Another five hundred dollars. And this time, thereâs a message attached.
A. Levinson: I really enjoyed your show tonight. Could I possibly take up your time for just a little bit longer? You can name your price.
Well⊠he didnât sound creepy. He was most likely an older gentleman, probably lonely with a bunch of wealth and nobody to spend it on â aka, your favourite type of customer. You hover over his name quickly â no profile picture, forty-two years old (practically double your age!), new profile. Yep, it all checked out. Youâd been planning on calling it an early night tonight but perhaps you could stretch it out a little longer and give this lonely old soul a bit of an extra showâŠÂ For the extra cash, of course.
You fix your hair and adjust the lingerie youâve still got on. You hadnât stripped nude on tonightâs livestream, and most of your viewers had been too enraptured watching you make yourself cum over and over again to really even notice. Plus, you always chose the best lingerie to wear for your cam-shows. Tonight, you had on a pretty lacy set in the softest, cutest shade of baby pink, with creamy white ribbons and detailing completing the look along with your signature pink pumps. This A. Levinson guy would be in for a treat and a half. You quickly accept his request for a private chat, easily slipping back into the character you play in your shows.
âHello there,â you feign shyness and smile into the camera how you always do. âWhatâs your name?â
âAri,â the stranger responds, his voice sounding like liquid chocolate pouring straight out of your laptop. Damn. He didnât have his camera on but that was unsurprising â most of your fans were very shy. âI have to admit, I didnât know if youâd accept my private chat request.â
âWell, how could I not?â You adjust the straps of your bra slowly, âI love my fans, you know.â
He chuckles, âAnd they sure do love you.â A pause. âYou looked breathtaking tonight.â
Youâre used to compliments from your fans. Comments ranging from: âyouâre gorgeousâ to fuck ur so hot xxâ to âI wish my girlfriend looked like youâ to âyou made me cum so hard in my pants baby.â But the way this Ari guy says it⊠the way he says the word âbreathtakingâ â all soft, and slow and melodious and confident. Instantly, your heart thrums, leaving you feeling a tad embarrassed.
âOh⊠why thank you! Thatâs super sweet of you to say.â You recover quickly, slipping back into your âinnocent girlâ character as you smile softly and avert your gaze and do that thing where you rub your arm and pretend to be all shy. It goes over great with all your other fans.
But this fan only chuckles, âYou can call me Ari for now, sweetheart.â
Sweetheart?!?
You clear your throat, âWere you feeling lonely tonight, Ari?â
âYou could say that. I try to tune in to your show whenever I have the time. You were beautiful tonight, I donât think Iâve ever seen you look so sweet.â Oh, there was that liquid chocolate voice again â all velvety and smooth and deep! You vaguely wonder what he looks likeâŠ
âThank you, Ari. What was your favourite part?â
And okay, so maybe youâre being a bit boring right now. Usually, on the rare occasion you did agree to a private chat, youâd be a lot more flirtatious. But this manâs voice was almost putting you in a trance, making you have to think your next words so you donât stumble over them. Gosh, none of your other fans sounded like he did! All calm and self-assured, andâŠ
âI really enjoyed the part when you were using your fingers. You had that lost look in your eye, as though you were on another planet. I thought it was really cute.â
You giggle, shuffling closer to your webcam so he has a good view of your cleavage. The ring-light behind your camera casts a flattering, bright hue over your body, accentuating the way your breasts spill out of your bra and bounce slightly as you move closer. You think you hear a rumble escape his throat, but you canât be too sure. Either way, you lean into the camera, âYou like it when I touch myself?â
âHoney, I donât think thereâs a man in this world who wouldnât like that.â
Another spark flutters down your spine, and you wonder why his words are making you react like this. Youâve been on the receiving end of a bunch of different compliments from your fans day after day. So⊠why now? Why tonight? Why him? Why was it different now?
The buzz of your laptop knocks you out of your reverie.
A. Levinson donated $600.
âDo you think you could touch yourself for me again?â He asks, his voice all velvety smooth yet rugged at the same time. And itâs a request that he doesnât even bother to veil as a question, and for some reason, you feel a jolt down there at his expectant tone. âI would really love to see that pretty look on your face again.â
You giggle nervously before remembering to put on your innocent girl act for the camera. âTouch myself? I dunno⊠Itâs getting kind of late, sir.â
A. Levinson donated $800.
âI told you, please call me Ari for now.â
You donât know whether you clench from the sheer amount of money he seems to be throwing at you as if itâs nothing, or the delicious hint of authority in his tone. None of your fans were like that â they all acted like you were very much the one on charge, the one with all the power, the one who could log out and end the chat and leave them hanging at any moment. Which you could â so then why was Ari acting like he was the one who held all the power?
And why did you not hate it at all?
Slowly, you slip your hand down your body, making sure to look demure and seductive in front of the camera.
âPlay with your lingerie,â he commands, âPlay with those cute little white ribbons.â
âYeah, o-okay,â you breathe, inwardly wondering why the hell youâre not taking control of your own show like how you usually do. Why youâre so okay with letting him take the lead. Nevertheless, you twirl the ribbons of your panties around your fingers, stroking the satin softly as your core begins to pulse in need. But instead of going down to touch your pussy, you keep playing with your lingerie instead, imagining that your hands are not yours, but ratherâŠÂ someone elseâs. Someone whoâs rough, tough, masculine and ruggedâŠÂ And hell bent on teasing you.
âUse your other hand too,â Ari says, âSqueeze your pretty tits, baby girl. They look so pretty in that pink bra.â
âTh-Thank you, daââ You bite down on your tongue just in time, mortified that you almost let that word slip out. And you think you hear a smirk on the other end of the call, but youâre too preoccupied with listening to Ari to really pay any heed. With one hand still playing with your panties, you squeeze your breast with your other. Your nipple feels hard against your palm, and your eyes momentarily flutter shut as you knead your soft flesh at his orders.
âThatâs so good, pretty girl. You look so pretty and cute like that.â Ari compliments. âIn fact, your choice of lingerie is one of my favourite parts of your shows. Youâre always wearing something cute and girly. Itâs very charming, sweetheart.â
Oh, how was he being so calm right now? Usually, your fans got themselves worked up within the first few minutes of your private chats. It didnât take much to get them to blow their loads and their money too, and the chat would be over in about five minutes. But right now? Right now, it seems youâre the one whoâs getting worked up. Quickly, you clear your throat.
âThanks. This set is one of my favourites.â
âIs that so? Well, you have to promise me youâll buy yourself a few more sets as adorable as this one.â Ari responds, âCute and pink and pretty, just like a princess. Arenât you, sweetheart?â
âYeah,â you agree, cringing at how dumb you sound. He seems unperturbed, however, and you soon grow preoccupied with touching yourself again. Squeezing your other breast while you make direct eye contact with your camera.
âGood girl. Why donât you touch your little pussy now? Iâm sure sheâs starting to feel a bit neglected.â He chuckles, and you marvel at how in control he sounds, how easily the words slip past his tongue. âAfter all, sheâs the star of the show, isnât she?â
âShe is,â you agree softly, blinking at the camera, âSheâs very wet.â
âMm, Iâm sure she is, baby girl. Push your panties aside and spread your legs so her daddy can take a look at her.â
You gasp when you hear him refer to himself as that, but he seems so damned unperturbed that you feel you have to act the same. Oh gosh, when had this all taken such a turn? Never before had you taken orders from a fan in a private chat, but itâs like heâs somehow programmed you to listen to him through that velvety voice of his.
You spread your legs like how youâd do on a regular livestream, angling the webcam to get the perfect shot. Your panties are soaked when you push them aside, and you bite your lip as you use two of your fingers to spread your folds. They glisten under the lighting, your wetness trailing down your thighs and staining the rug under you.
âSuch a good girl,â Ari rewards you with a compliment. âSuch a good little girl with a cute little baby pussy. You should be so proud, princess.â
âReally?â
âYes. Now, do you want daddy to turn his camera on? And donât worry, itâs alright if youâre too shy and you donât want me to. Youâre just a little girl after all, and I wouldnât want to force you to do anything youâre not comfortable with.â
Your heart lurches. Ari? Turn his camera on? Oh, youâd be lying if you said you werenât a bit curious to see what he looked like! To see the face that matched that insanely chocolatey voice⊠A nervous thrill ripples through you, but you try your hardest to remain cool.
âY-Yes,â you manage to get out, hating how you stutter. You never stutter on your own livestreams and chats. Never. You clear your throat, âYes. Yes, you can turn your camera on.â
A moment later you find yourself staring at a set of deep blue eyes. You blink several times. Now, you see a handsome face. A very handsome face. Bronzed skin, a thick beard. Striking eyes, high cheekbones. A gorgeous, sloped nose. Long brown hair that brushes over his eyes before he pushes it back and out of his face. Oh, he was hot! And fully dressed, too. In an expensive-looking suit with his tie loosened around his neck.
âOh⊠wow, Ari⊠Iââ Youâre at a loss for words, but thankfully Ari takes the reins.
âKeep touching yourself, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that.â He licks his lips, long lashes fluttering across his cheekbones as he blinks, âAnd call me daddy, baby. Is that okay?â
âYeah, daddy, thatâs fine.â
âI thought so. Now, why donât you tell daddy your favourite way of keeping your baby pussy happy.â He murmurs softly, slowly, hypnotically.
You watch as his own hand slips down, and it thrills you to think of what heâs doing, what his camera isnât showing. Oh, none of your other fans were as handsome as him! Or as put together or as in control! No, Ariâs energy is completely different. So softly dominant that it sends chills up and down your spine as you clamber to obey him.
Suddenly, you remember heâd asked a question.
âMy stuffie, I guess.â You answer hypnotically, staring into his blue eyes that look to be so deep, so soulful. Like he was a man whoâd seen everyone and everything this world had to offer. A man whoâd lived an entire lifetime, a man who was, well, a man in the purest sense of the word. So virile, so mature â someone you could look up to, follow, listen to.
âYour stuffie.â Ari repeats, savouring the word on his tongue, âYou stuffie keeps your pussy happy, huh? I think I remember watching one of your livestreams where you did something like that. But Iâd like you to show me again, baby. Will you do that for me?â
Luckily, your stuffed teddy bear is only a foot away from you, and you quickly grab it. And it was true, sometimes youâd ride your stuffies during your livestreams. Your fans loved to watch you writhe and moan and lose yourself in the moment, watch you go from cuddling your stuffed toys to humping them and making yourself cum. Clearly, Ari had been a fan of this routine too.
You get into position, placing your teddy bear between your legs, watching how its fur goes damp as soon as it makes contact with your soaking pussy. Biting your lip, you waste no time as you start rocking back and forth tentatively. Ari lets out a rumble of approval, and you see his arm flex as he leans forward.
âThatâs so good, baby girl. You like using your little friend to make you feel good?â
âY-Yeah, itâs one of my most viewed livestreams.â
He smirks, âBut youâll put on a better show for me right now, wonât you?â
âYeah, daddyâŠâ
Your breathing slowly goes shallow, mind clear of any thoughts except how sexy and manly Ari sounded on this call right now. And it feels so delicious already, your teddyâs fur catching on your throbbing clit, incensing you to grind down harder.
âYou have a wishlist, babygirl?â
The question is posed so casually that it somehow almost winds you. Your hips slow down and you look up at your webcam. But Ari narrows his eyes, nodding his head as if commanding you to continue, which you do. God, it was so hot how nonchalant he was being â and yet he sounded so attentive too!
âA wishlist?â You squeak, voice going high-pitched as your hips pick up pace, and you wish it was Ariâs thigh you were grinding on instead of this stuffie. Your bodyâs doing that thing where it feels empty, craving something bigger, more substantialâŠ
âYes, sweetie. A wishlist. A list of things you want. Clothes or makeup or anything like that.â Heâs pumping his dick now, you can tell with how his handâs moving. But the rest of him looks so unperturbed and unbothered, as if heâs having a normal conversation and not jacking off with a camgirl while he watches her masturbate with a stuffed teddy.
âIâumâyeah, I doâŠâ you somehow manage to get the words out, but youâre mostly focused on cumming now. Your mind conjures up images of you naked on top of a fully dressed Ari. Him big and powerful, guiding your hips with just one hand, dragging you back and forth on his muscular thigh. Or maybe picking you up and placing you on his bulge, letting you rub your soaking cunt on it while he calls you a good girl in that deep, sexy voice of hisâŠ
âSweetheart? You with me?â
âI, yeah, sorry!â You pant, feeling so close and yet a part of you knows you have to answer him. âI d-do â I have a list butââ
âYouâre going to send it to daddy after you cum,â he tells you. âA pretty little girl like you needs her daddy to reward her after she humps her pretty little princess cunt and gets off so nicely just like how I asked you to.â
Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. And itâs his words that tip you over the edge. So dirty, yet he talks in such a sweet way! Oh, a manâs never spoken to you like that! So casually talked you through your orgasm, praising you so sweetly and telling you heâd buy you everything on your wish list?! Who was this man??
âSend it to me. Now.â
Youâre weak and spent, legs shaking from cumming so hard. But you quickly send him your wish list on private chat. You doubted heâd buy everything on it â all the expensive jewellery, designer clothes, shoes â especially since heâd already showered you with so many cash donations. But you send it to him anyways, and he hums in approval.
âThatâs such a good girl. I really enjoyed our chat, baby.â
Your heart sinks. Was this it?
âWhy donât you show daddy your pussy again, baby girl? I want to see how messy it is now.â
Again, you obey. Angling your webcam and opening your legs for him. A part of you imagines him doing it for you, gripping your soft thighs with his calloused, manly hands so he could inspect to his heartâs content. God, he just exuded dominant energy and it was making you lightheaded. Quickly, you spread your sopping folds with your fingers, letting him see everything.
âFuck, youâre so messy, arenât you?â Ari murmurs, and you watch him brush his long hair out of his face. His tanned skin glistens slightly, his lips pink and plump and you find yourself just staring at him in awe.
âI-Iâm messyâŠâ you repeat, feeling dumb and spaced out after your orgasm.
âBet you need your daddy to clean up that baby pussy, donât you?â He licks his lips, pumping himself faster. Thatâs when his camera lowers slightly, and your breath hitches at the sight of the angry red tip of his dick.
âI⊠I donât know⊠Iââ
He chuckles kind of breathlessly, âYouâre all dumbed out, huh? Thatâs alright, sweet girl. Daddy understands.â Again, he runs a hand through his hair, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at you. âI understand that little girls like you get tired easily, especially after playing with your toy so naughtily like how you were just now. Thatâs why you need your daddy.â
âD-DaddyâŠâ you whimper, incapable of saying anything else except repeating what heâs saying, but youâre able to press your thighs weakly together, as if his words are just too much and you need to get off again despite being so weak.
âYou need me, donât you? To hold you in my lap, clean you up, take care of you, think for you, buy you whatever you want. Lap at your little baby cunt till you cum in my mouth. Am I right?â
Ohfuck. You feel newfound thrill ripple down to your pussy, making you clench at his words.
âI⊠I donât.. I justâ daddy, I. ââ
Ari chuckles breathlessly, and a lock of his hair falls over his forehead, but apart from that he still looks pristine. The complete opposite of fucked out, messy little you.
âYou canât even speak straight, can you, Princess? Thatâs alright, little girls like you arenât meant to think or talk anyways. Thatâs your daddyâs job, thatâs why Iâm here. All you have to do is look cute and play with your little toy on my lap while daddy does all the thinking for you. Would you like that?â
âYes!â You cry, feeling needy and vulnerable and still a little bit confused as to how this virtual stranger has reduced you to such a blubbering mess.
âFuck. Say it, then. Tell me how badly you need me.â
âN-Need daddy,â you blubber, vaguely wondering what your viewers would think if they saw you now. Often, you acted all spaced out and whimpery in your livestreams. But this⊠oh, this wasnât acting at all. Ari had well and truly reduced you to a whimpering mess â and you didnât even know the guy!
âI know you need me,â he croons, âLittle girls like you always need their daddy. And I want to take care of you too, sweet baby.â
âPlease do!â You cry, âNeed you to take care of me so bad! Canât think, canât⊠I canâtâŠâ
You press your thighs together and cum again. And itâs a shock to you, you hadnât expected to orgasm again so quickly. But you hear Ari groan, and a moment later you watch enraptured as he blows his load, spurts of his thick cum landing on his palm. And you wish so bad you were there in person to clean him up too.
âBoth of you are quiet for a minute or so after that. All you can hear is his breathing - rapid at first before it goes steady. You, on the other hand, are beside yourself. Whimpering, crying, breathing hard. You just want him to hold you - and itâs crazy because you donât even know who he is! Not really, anyways. But he looks so big and strong even on the laptop screen, and you really feel so small in front of his eyes, but in a good way⊠He had a way with words, so soft and dominant that it made you want him to take care of you, and-
"Thank you, baby girl,â Ari chuckles after a while, âthank you for indulging me.â
You clear your throat, âIâŠuh⊠I⊠okay.â
âYou still dumbed out, honey?â
You lower your eyes and nod, feeling all kinds of shy now that youâve cum twice and your senses are all coming back. Had you really gotten that submissive and vulnerable with a viewer on private chat? Oh goshâŠ
âDo you need daddy to tell you what to do next?â
You nod, embarrassed at how helpless you feel. Your legs are still shaking from the remnants of your orgasm, ears still buzzing from that smooth, gravelly voice of his as heâd coaxed you through those two orgasms.
âFirst, I want you to send me that wishlist of yours. Then, I want you to go and take a nice, hot bath to calm yourself down, alright?â
âO-Okay, daddy,â you agree quietly.
âMm, thatâs my good girl. Then, I want you to put on something comfy and tuck yourself into bed. I know little girls like you need your daddy to do that, but for now I need you to do it for yourself. Got that?â
You nod dumbly.
âDaddy needs you to use your words, sweet girl.â
âYes, I - uh - Iâll take a bath and tuck myself in, daddy.â
âGood girl. But Iâll need you to take pictures as proof youâve followed my instructions.â
âI will, I will!â You blurt out, wanting to make this virtual stranger proud. Oh, you didnât even recognise yourself anymore but you didnât care. Not in the least.
âThank you, baby. And one last thing.â
âY-Yes?â
âWould you like to talk to daddy again tomorrow night?â
âYes! Please, yes!â
âI thought so. Why donât you give me your number, sweetheart, and Iâll be sure to make that happen.â
THE END.
Honestly wrote this super quickly so itâs probably paced like shit and not that good but YOLO. also i tried something different with the layout heheehehe LMK WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THE FIC PLSSS LOVE YOU GUYS
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Pairing; Dark!Club Owner Ari x Shy!Reader
Warnings; dark themes, unbalanced power dynamic, daddy kink, no smut in this part but as usual Minors Please DNI!!
Summary; You knew it was a bad idea showing up to the most notorious club in the city, but itâs your best friendâs birthday and you canât say no, right? So, what happens when the owner himself, Ari Levinson, spots you at the bar, claiming you as his own from the moment he laid eyes on you.
Itâs finally here! The first instalment of my very first series, apologies for no smut but i promise the next part will be very smutty to make up for it đ bare in mind this is just the introduction!!! please donât be afraid to ask questions and remember to reblog and commentđ i love to hear your guys feedback!
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You climb out of the uber, reaching to pull the hem of your dress down as you and your friends stumble towards the club.
You had finally agreed to try out the biggest club in the city, "Cherry Bomb.â Since it was your best friend Sarah's birthday your group decided it was only fair she could choose which clubs you were going to tour for the night. You had been putting it off ever since the opening night a few months ago, the reputation not being something you had particularly wished to be involved with.
All you knew was bad things happened there, and from what you had heard the owners, Ari Levinson and Lloyd Hansen, two brothers in arms, were so cruel and unforgiving that even the richest men in the city dared not to step foot in the place, and those who did shortly regretted it. Their names were known around the streets, the most notorious club owners to exist, 70% of clubs in the city all belonging to them, more money under their belt than the government itself.
An incident a few weeks back had became the talk of the town, according to Sarah a well known patron had gotten a little handsy with one of the clubs dancers and when he was given a warning to back off, he refused. Claiming he spent enough money in the club grounds to do as he pleased, including groping innocent dancers without permission.
Long story short the bouncers ended up forcibly removing the man, cussing and struggling on his way out of course, you know, the usual druken male rage and feeling of entitlement. Seemed like a pretty convenient coincidense that the exact same night the man was found beaten to a bloody pulp in a back alley, his face practically unrecognisible.
It wasn't long before the 'rumour' was quickly snuffed out. They were good at that, making things.. people, dissapear. Almost as if it never happened... as if they never exhisted.
Now that you were standing infront of it, you couldn't deny, it was beautiful. Even from the outside, the bright neon sign glowing in the moonlight, multiple bouncers blocking the large glass stained doors, making sure to check each persons id before unhooking the stanchion, allowing said persons entry. The queue seeming endless.
Lucky for you, your friends had been gifted VIP tickets, you didn't even bother to ask who they got those from, or how. You didn't want to know. You flashed your id at the pretty bouncer, his buzzed hair, large muscles and stern face making it quite obvious as to why he had the job he did.
You bounced your foot as he scanned over your card before opening the barrier and letting you inside. Sarah was quick to grip each of your hands, practically dragging you inside once you began to hesitate, not wanting you to change your mind so soon.
"Come on, babe, let's get those sweet legs moving!" Sarah hollers from ahead, her hand intertwined with your own as the rest of the girls hurried towards a booth.
"I-I don't know if this is a good idea, Sare.." you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers as she tugged you towards your friends and giving you a slight nudge into the cushioned seats, the red velvet material instantly soothing your hot thighs as you sat.
She reached down, holding your cheeks in both hands and facing you towards herself, sliding into the booth next to you "Listen, i know you're worried and if it makes you feel better i promise we can leave and go somewhere else, but just give it a try, please...for me?" she pleaded, giving you her famous puppy dog eyes.
"You know i can't resist that face." you whined as she cheered.
As you slowly got more drunk you began to forget why you didn't want to visit. The atmosphere was astronomical, the whole club being fit for royalty. The girls hooted and hollered as you trotted off towards the bar on your way to buy in a round of drinks. You waited at the bar with your card in hand but as you went to hand it over to the bartender he paused you.
âItâs on the house.â he says while he wipes down the bar with a rag, a smile on his face. He was handsome in all fairness, standing at around 6'2, his bright blonde locks and pretty blue eyes causing you to pause for a moment before giving him a puzzled look, tilting your head sideways.
âIs it a nightly special or something? I didnât see anything about free drinks on the poster outsideâŠâ you begin yet heâs already scuttling off to take another couples order, shooting you a sly smile over his shoulder. Leaving you even more confused than before.
You slowly reach for the tray of shots when you feel a large hand on your shoulder, causing you to spin around in shock, ready to fight off any unwanted men. You pause yet again, having to look up to catch the mans face.
His 6â5 form towers over your much smaller figure, dressed in a dark purple suit and tie, his pearly blues shining in the colourful strobe lights, looking down at you with a slight smirk. His dark beard covered most of his face and his long curtains framed his godly sculpted face. Even with his suit on his arms bulged through the material, his thick biceps almost bigger than your head.
You shortly snapped out of your daze as his leather gloved hand squeezed your arm. âC-Can i help you, sir?â you stammered, worried incase you had been caught gauking.
He laughs âNot even a thankyou, Sweetheart? I thought youâd have better manners than that.â he teases, his rough voice sending shivers down your spine. You stutter as you try to find your words, seeming as they were lodged in the back of your throat.
âIâm kidding, nameâs AriâŠyou gonnaâ give me the curtesy of knowing yours or you just gonnaâ keep starinâ at me with those pretty eyes?â
âA-Ari as in⊠Levinson?â you question, swallowing harshly as the nerves quickly built in your stomach.
He shakes his head gently with a smirk "So you know me, huh?"
Your eyes widen at the realisation of who the mystery man is, your arms instantly beginning to shake, your card still in hand. You were never good at dealing with situations such as this one, always being labled as the 'shy girl' of your group. Sarah being the complete opposite. Usually men in this situation would back off, sensing your uncomfortable trembles and leaving you alone, but not Ari. If anything the smirk on his face grew wider at the sense of your fear.
"Steve, why don't you head over to booth two, give the girls their shots." Ari calls out towards the handsome bartender from earlier.
The man, Steve, is at your side in an instant "No prob man, have fun you two." he winks, collecting the glasses and sauntering off with a wink.
Ari shakes his head with a laugh, âWhy donât you come with me.â he leans down to whisper in your ear. The vibration of his vocals in your ears sending shivers down your spine before he struts forwards, holding out his thick palm for you to grab on to, and almost as if your in a trance, you begin to trail behind him without hesitation. Sliding your smaller palm into his own as he led you through the club.
Your nerves never allowed you to talk much, or make your own decisions, that being the reason you followed the stranger without any question asked, which is exactly why Sare was usually always there to do it for you. But, your drunken confidence had allowed you to go to the bar alone, which you were beginning to really regret. Your confidence being blown out of the park as the attractive beast watched you from infront with a careful eye.
Shortly you arried at the unknown destination, trailing nervously behind Ari as he unlocked a large door, which was infact bolted shut. He pushed open the door, looking down at you, edging you to enter, and so you did. Your eyes lit up as they searched the vast room, expensive furnature lining the room, bottles of champagne worth more than your house filling the cupboards above his desk.
Ari pushed the door closed, moving to sit on a cushioned purple chair, his thick thighs spread wide as he removed his gloves, pouring himself, and you, a glass of his finest drink. His cold eyes beckoned you forwards, your legs shaking as you stepped towards him, standing inbetween his spread legs.
He patted his thigh with one hand "Sit." he called out, his voice sweet yet stern.
You looked at him shocked, your lips parting slightly, were you really going to sit on his lap? A man you just met? Who you didn't even know? "I-I don't think i should Mr Levinson." you whispered.
His eyes grew shades darker at your refusal, not even giving you time to debate your decisions he reached out, gripping your waist in his thick palm and pulling you down, sitting you sideways on his lap as you gasp in shock. His other hand pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear as you squirmed under the pressure.
"Pretty girl, next time i ask you to do something, you do it. No questions asked. You understand?" he asked in a low growl.
You swallowed your nerves and nodded gently under his deep gaze, your body trembling.
"Ah ah, words baby."
"Yes, M-Mr Levinson, I-I understand."
Ari groaned underneath his breath, not understanding how lucky he had gotten that a pretty little thing like you would just waltse right in at the perfect moment, almost as if you were made for him. Like a lamb in a lions den. "As much as i love the way you say my name, call me Ari, sweet girl."
Again, you followed his command. "Yes, Ari."
"Good girl." he rumbled, pulling your bottom lip gently inbetween his index and thumb, loving the way you felt on his lap. Your innocence and submissive nature automatically triggering his dominance, his cock growing hard in his slacks as your plump ass squirmed on his knee.
You keened at his praise, a fluttery feeling appearing in your lower half. Of course Ari noticed this, the way your pussy pulsated on his thigh told him all he needed to know.
"You ever been with a man before, sweetheart?" Ari asks while he strokes your hair, not even having to shout due to the soundproof room blocking out the clubs music.
"Um, n-no i haven't, my Grandma wouldn't really approve of that sort of stuff, she said i should wait till m-marriage." you whisper shyly.
Ari blows out a puff of air at your innocence, desperately trying to control himself. All he wants is to ruin you, in every way you can imagine, and more. He smirks, leaning into your shoulder, pressing his nose against your sensitive neck and taking a deep inhale. Groaning softly, your sweet scent driving his instincts wild.
"Your Grandma seems like a very smart lady, little girl. You live with just her, huh?"
"Yeah, i never really knew my m-mom and dad, and my grandpa died shorly after i was born s-so it's pretty much always just been me and her. She does her best to take care of me, taught me everything i know." you speak with a bright smile, Ari notices how your stutter stopped when talking about her, he thought it was sweet, how much you must care about her.
However, the dark side of his mind was quick to take a seat, the realisation that you never had a father figure making his cock impossibly harder. Knowing he could be that for you, and knowing you needed a strong man like him in your life to make all those decisions for you.
"I think i changed my mind, baby. Why don't you call me daddy from now on, mkay?" he spoke softly, yet the edge in his tone still clear.
"D-Daddy?" you muttered, confused as to why he would want you to call him that.
He moaned hearing your sweet voice call him by his new found title. Taking a deep breath, he sighed, choosing not to elaborate on his previous statement. "Good girl. I'm gonna' take care of you from now on, yeah? Anything you need, you come to me. Pass me your phone, sweet girl."
"Oh, i-i don't have a phone.. daddy."
Ari's eyebrows knit together softly "You don't have a phone? Why not?"
You shake your head, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "We uhm, w-we can't really afford that sort of stuff."
"Well that just won't do." he speaks in a teasing tone, tickling your waist making you giggle softly.
Suddenly a loud bang causes you to shoot upright, you quickly dash off Ari's lap, moving to stand away from him, his office door slamming shut as a tall moustached man enters. Your eyes widen in fright, knowing how violent the man standing infront of you truly was. You knew who he was too, Sare had told you plenty of stories about the cruel Lloyd Hansen. You often wondered if he even had a soul.
"Man it's fuckin' packed down there, what the fuck are you doing up here." the man groans, not even noticing you until he turns. He lifts his sunglasses, staring you down, his eyes scanning over your figure, pausing and licking his lips at the soft flesh beneath the cut of your dress, your pretty pink dress having ridden up your thighs.
"Lloyd." Ari bellows, sighing in annoyance at his disruption.
A smirk similar to Ari's appears on the man, Lloyd's, face. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he speaks in a sultry voice. He begins his descent in your direction and the second gets a little too close, Ari shoots up out of his seat, moving to stand infront of you. A low rumble vibrating through his chest.
Ari stood slightly taller than Lloyd, with broader shoulders and thicker legs, the muscles in his back visible as he stood infront of you, almost as if he was protecting you, a hand wrapped around your hips rubbing his thumb in circular motions over your dressâŠ.and of course the most important detail, his luscious full beard compared to Lloyds 90s porn stache. They stared each other down, asserting some sort of dominance over one another⊠Ari seemingly winning as Lloyd begins to back up.
He lets out a chuckle, lifting his hands in a surrender position, taking a few steps back. "I mean no harm, just wanna' ask the pretty girl for her name, s'all."
You begin to quiver yet again, Lloyd's presence scaring you back into your shell. His dangerous aura sending goosebumps across your trembling figure. "I-I think i sh-should go." you whisper, tugging at the hem of your dress in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves.
"Don't move, sweets. Lloyd. Get the fuck out of here man." Ari bellows.
âI think youâll find this club is mine just as much as it is yours, big bro. Câmon. Introduce me to the beauty.â he chucked yet again, probably at Ariâs fury. Steam was practically pouring out of his ears at this point. He didnât even want Lloyd looking at you, nevermind talking to you.
âI mean it Lloyd get the fuck outtaâ here man-â
Before he can stop you, you make a quick dash for the door and at the sound of Ari's resistance your legs carry you quicker than you could've ever imagined. Not looking back once as you pull the door open, swiftly shutting the door behind you.
You take a deep, your chest heaving at the stress of the situation, wiping your sweaty hands on your dress and making your descent down the club stairs, shaking your head in confusion and fear, eager to find your friends, craving their comfort and hearing a hushed "You fuckin' asshole." in the distance.
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Pairing: Mountain Man Silver Fox Nomad!Steve Rogers | You.Â
Trope: Neat and clean âcivilizedâ Princess-like young trophy wife X Filthy beast of a wild and scary man who only got her because he has the power.Â
Description: In a desperate attempt to save your life from the wrath of the mountain people that your friends and you stumbled upon and accidentally killed on a hike gone wrong, you had to offer yourself up to their Leader to use as a âresourceâ. But little did your âhusbandâ know, you had been actively getting rid of his seed to avoid actually getting pregnant. Naturally, when he does find out, he is very unhappy⊠And also very determined to make sure you don't make it out of your punishment without a child, or two.
Warning(s): Dubcon, barbaric!Steve, breeding kink (gone wild), unprotected p-in-v, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, missionary, he has a wife bod kink (but it is inclusive), misogyny, smut with perhaps too much plot, fear kink, size kink, exhibitionism, possessiveness, jealousy, age gap, hair pulling, spanking, biting, allusions to painal and Steve being a teasing sicko about it but he doesn't actually penetrate, overstimulation, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, boob play, squirting, Lloyd makes an appearance with his own young bride, dacryphilia (it's me), self degradation, Stevie is a perverted old meanie, infantilization, mind break.
Disclaimer: Very loosely based off of the movie that I do not own. You don't need to know it to read this piece but do note that it takes place in a fictional setting. Minors do not interact.Â
Inspo-ish: This post.
Note: For someone who was on their period, I should not have been this horny. But I need this marriage, now. Ps, though this rotted in my drafts for a long time⊠in honor of Chris growing out his beard again, ig.
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You have no idea how long it has been since that fateful twilight when everything changed in your life, leaving you to a lifestyle you could never have even imagined for yourself. Â
âEat up, womanâ but as your barbarian of a husband commands you in his rough and animalistically deep voice, you cannot help but break out of your reverie and shudder at the sight of the barely cooked meat piled high on the platter in front of the two of you. âSo you can bear me healthy childrenâ although you're the one who was made to prepare his beastly dinner -that never fails to leave you aghast when it's gorged down- as you're his wife, you cannot help but gag under your breath and feel disgust for the loaves that sit before you in the company of a tall stone carved jug that brims full of the foul smelling mead that your husband is ardently fond of.Â
You muster up your best coy smile. Keeping up the appearance of a happily mated pair is important. Or people stare. And then the old man becomes unpleasant. âI had quite a lot while I was cooking, dearâ your lies sting your tongue out of the fear you feel of getting caught, but the mere hope of not doing so is better than eating this. âY- You go aheadâ you slowly turn in his muscle hardened lap, that you are always to sit on, to give him a small smile but your expression almost transforms into one of horror because of how wildly your heart jumps at the sight of his stern, predator-like face. You are quick to recover though, as it is a usual occurrence.Â
âYou need it. You work so hardââ there is just something about his rough looks that never fails to send a chill down your spine. You have never seen anything, let alone an actual human man like him before.Â
A beard as thick as the very forest his people populate and as dark as the nights can get here in the absence of lanterns due to the heavy trees, age that streaks some of his gold locks with its silver has not marred the sternness of his jaw that remains firmly set under the heavy mane of his facial hair. His shoulders seem akin to the mountains that surround his village and his piercing dark eyes the mysterious waterfall that flows some way down south from the entrance of the settlement. The frightening mass of his shoulders is so toned that if the barely noticeable wrinkles that sometimes appear under the dark of his eyebrows and next to the crow-feather like lashes that frame his eyes, he can easily be mistaken for a man in his primeful late twenties and no older. His unrelenting strength and wolfish stamina would only further serve to bear testament to the misconception.Â
Your strict husband bluntly catches your shaky hand that you extend in his direction to feed him some of the meat, the force that he uses coupled with the coarseness of his skin making you jump. You bite back a yelp and whimper when you look up at his dark blue eyes from where you were watching his bearded mouth to carefully place the food in.
âI don't careâ Steve does not care much for being polite -unless it is you who disregards it in your behavior-, especially when it comes to you denying or diverting his âcareâ for you. âYou eat moreâ you bite back the scowl that threatens to break onto your face from how he turns your hand around in your direction instead. âWives always need to eat more. They do so much at home for husband and childrenâ he probably feels proud of these âvaluesâ that have been transmitted to him by his elders. But all they make you want to do is to crack him across the jaw for being a misogynistic and backward shithead. Especially with you.Â
Your âhusbandâ believes that everyone has a role to play; a contribution to make to their people and home. That is how this archaic village of theirs has survived in these mountains hidden away from the rest of the world for so long.Â
The greasy piece of a disturbing excuse of a rare steak touches your lips and you've been here long enough to know better than to argue or worse yet, fight. So you smile and lean into his arm that cases your form against his through the embrace he holds you in from behind, his fingers playing with one of the many flowered braids your attending ladies had put in your hair a bit before his arrival at âhomeâ.Â
âO- Of courseâ you reluctantly open your open and grip your flowy dressing gown for a semblance of support for your sanity, taking the smallest bite you can -which is still a lot as the man pushes nearly the whole piece into your mouth the moment you open up- as you keep your eyes trained on his to avoid looking down. Your mind always becomes more aware of the taste when you look. âThank you, dearâ you focus on swallowing it without gagging and feel your smile split in places because of how uncomfortable you are.
He probably notices it because he slightly raises one eyebrow and snorts before hugging your smaller form -that is tiny compared to his- closer and puts the rest of the piece in his own mouth. If there is one thing you have learnt in your time with him, it's that you can never fool him. Not really. No matter how well you may think you have lied or pretended, he always sees through it.Â
Sometimes you suspect he even enjoys it.
Steve finally begins to eat himself, silently offering you another piece that you politely reject by shaking your head and then quickly pressing an apologetic kiss to his scruffy cheek to lighten the blow. Apparently, a wife can never be polite enough to her husband. And though the change in his expression begins with an unhappy frown, your show of âaffectionâ seems to suffice him and he relaxes in satisfaction, now looking down the long table and at his clansmen and maidens that sit enjoying their dinner, their chatter and laughter a dull roar in the large eating hall of the Leader's dwelling. You pick up the heavy jug of mead with both your hands and obediently hold it to his lips to sip from. Steve looks away from what one of his main men are saying and gulps down a mouthful, rubbing your back as a gesture for thanks before moving his hand quickly down to squeeze your ass to heighten the effect of his expression of gratitude.Â
His form shakes in mirth when you yelp and blush. He knows how embarrassing you find being openly âaffectionateâ in front of people and that is one of the reasons why he enjoys it so much besides showing off that a thing of such beauty and youth like you is all his. You rest the jug between your boobs that he has fucked and squeezed into increasing in size and use your other hand to gently finger and stroke his golden locks that he keeps pushed away from his face outside the bedroom. Though he says nothing, you feel his usually vigilant and always firm stature slowly soften and you cannot help but smile, though what he says next quickly deflates it.
âDo you feel any change in you, wife?â You know what it means and now it's you who becomes tense. He only uses that name for you when he speaks to you as a husband inquiring about your marital matters. âHas my seed attached to your womb yet? Does it grow there?â You gulp and feign shyness, moving closer to his hair and nuzzling yourself in him. âHm?â He closes his hugging arm around you and reaches for your stomach, fingers groping your covered skin as gently as he can -which isn't much- to feel it. âAnswer meâ he demands when you refuse to speak.Â
âI⊠I don't know, husbandâ you always promise yourself that you'll demand more rights for yourself; ask him to treat you like the other husbands treat their wives, only to fail the minute he enters your vicinity.Â
âWhat does that mean?â His tone turns blunt and you whimper at the tightness that snaps back in place between his shoulders.Â
You get it.
That was the deal, after all.Â
Healthy children in exchange for your life that was required by their judicial laws for bearing false witness to your friend accidentally killing one of their people in mistaken defense. Steve had promised you before accepting you as a citizen that if you failed to fulfill your task you'd walk the darkness in the dungeons. He had shown you how it would be before declaring you a member of their tribe and the sight you had seen was something that had given you nightmares for days.Â
But that did not mean you actually wanted to have your old captor's children.
You doubted it would ever be something you'd look forward to.
âI- I meanâ regret shoots up your spine in the form of fear and you lose your speech to it momentarily. But then two of your main attending ladies -by that you mean Steve's top agents when it comes to you- enter the horizon of your sight and you hurriedly blubber out the first thing that comes to your mind. âI've n- never been pregnant before, s-o I d- don't know how toâŠâ Your husband turns to look at you, his handsome features twisting into a rogue scowl but before he can scold you, one of the two ladies, Kaira, speaks in their language to Steve.Â
Not everyone here can speak English and those who do speak it do so a rather odd version of it. Naturally, you don't speak their language and so they give you the full experience of an outsider when they need to discuss the business they want to keep private from you. The thought makes you want to laugh, like you'd be able to do something with whatever informations they withhold.
But it doesn't really bother you, because you don't care.
You've also learnt that ignorance is bliss here.Â
Especially for someone like you.
Better to be the doe eyed trophy wife of an angel who can't tell her head from her ass.
âIs that so?â Your heart jumps when Steve chooses to speak English. That means that this definitely concerns you. You place the mead down and wrap one arm around his broad shoulders before nervously combing his thick beard with your other hand. Since you have no interest in or desire to learn their language, the only word you manage to pick up on when you focus really hard is âbabyâ and that is solely because of the annoying amount of times it comes up for you.Â
âIs not this strange?â He speaks once the women step back after finally ending the nerve wracking conversation that seems to go on forever. âDo you hear what they say about you, little one?â Fuck, you're definitely in trouble.Â
He is reminding you of your place.Â
You put on your best charming smile but you're painfully aware that your nervousness gives it away. You can feel it. âW- What do they say, dear?â They were such bitches. They knew how to speak English, that's why they were your attendants, but yet they chose not to. And now they were glaring at you like you weren't above themâ oh no, not these thoughts again. You will never become like them! No, no!Â
Steve pushes his plate away now. Your head spins from the realization. It's only half finished. Your husband never wastes his food. It is a near sin for them to do so. âThey tell me the most odd thingsâ oh just fucking tell me! You mentally scream but outwardly tilt your head to the side in confusion, your chest vibrating with the rising beats of your heart. âAnd now that I think about it myselfâŠâ His fingers wrap around the mead before he raises it to his lips. âI see theââ
âWhat did they say, Steve?â Your mouth works faster than your better sense and he pauses mid sip, dark blue eyes flickering up from the stone jug to look at you. Your face flushes a noticeable hot and your ears get sweaty from the awareness.Â
Fuck.Â
âThey say you've been getting rid of my seedâ he feels played and thus angry at the both of you. Perhaps more so towards himself than you; his silly little child-wife. How could he let a thing as tender and small as you fool him so? â... Do you?â It is obvious you are guilty. Besides, he is confident that his people would never lie to him unlike one young and beautiful girl that he had found kneeling in front of him in his court while bawling her eyes out one fateful night, fear stricken as his people surrounded him like a doe trapped.Â
And of course, your expressions and reactions don't help your case, as always. âW- What? NoâŠâ Your mind becomes erratic.
âNo?â He himself knows not what kind of a chance he offers you with that. But typical to your nature, you make it easy for him by refusing it.
âN- No! Of course not! W- Why would I ever do such a thing to m- my husb- hubby and my b- babies?!â Steve has to clench down his scoff.Â
âYou wouldn't, would you?â Your naivete never fails to amuse him.
âNo! I- I don't know why they accuse me soââ you mend your speech from the archaic form that tries to leech to it everyday. âI don't know why they would accuse me of that but they must be mistaken! This is a misunderstanding!âÂ
He hums. âI seeâŠâ His scarred fingers begin to toy with your braids again. âSo you remain devoted to me and faithful to our family, don't you?â
âOf course!â You nuzzle closer to him, your heart thundering into his chest. âI don't know why they still treat me like an outsiderâ you purr as you nervously stroke his hair, playing a card of your own and making an absolute fool of yourself by doing so. âI try my best⊠like I promised.âÂ
âYes, your promiseâ his distant eyes -they get like that when you disappoint him and you hate the sight because it never fares well for you- travel down to your empty stomach. His gaze makes it wrench. Your fear skyrockets at the same rate as your anger. If only there was a way for you to get back at those bitches without having to give birth!
âI- It takes time sometimes, dearâŠâ You hug his shoulders with one arm. âBut it will happen. I know itâŠâ Your other hand reaches for his fingers that rest on your abdomen now.Â
âOh?â Steve raises one dark eyebrow at you. His hair is the most fascinating combination of blonde and dark brown. âIs that what your modern day sciences say?â His people were not always like this, he had told you. They did not originate from here. Rather, some families had abandoned âcivilizationâ when it was going to hell -in his words- by killing each other for meaningless constructs such as caste, creed and color differences and migrated up here to establish a system of their own; one free from such nonsense.Â
Apparently.
You take a deep breath. âStevieââ you only call him that when you find yourself dangerously close to the dungeons.
âIf that is what you believe in, wife,â he never cuts you off. Usually, that is. His age that streaks his blonde strands with its silver ones has granted him enough patience. Normally, he waits for the other person -who is most often you- to mess up themselves. But whatever the ladies have told him seems to agitate him into rebelling against his own nature today. âI'll do it your way. After all, happy wife happy life, is that not what you tell me often?â Okay, you might have said that during a particularly cocky moment in bed once.Â
But the intention behind that had not been nearly whatever he is moving towards now.Â
âY- You don't have to, l- loveâŠâ You nervously giggle. âYou're perfect the way you areâ you run your nails that he insists you keep trimmed for hygienic -as if- and practical purposes through his silver-blonde hair.
âOh noâŠâ Now he pushes his food farther away. âI will indulge you, little oneâ he moves your other leg over his laps so now you face the people down the table with both of your legs on either sides of his, ass to his⊠fuck. âTime conspires against us, and so we must make haste.â
Your eyes widen and your heart leaps up in your throat. âM- My love?!âÂ
Steve moves your flowy gown out of his way, keeping a firm hold on one of your thighs even though he doesn't really have to. Your fear of him would never let you attempt an escape. âYes, my starsâ the name is so full of sarcasm it nearly pierces you open. âLet us leave time to its devices, and us oursâ your husband is usually a very possessive and private man when it comes to you, but his ire seems to get the better of him today. You hear the buckle of his own clothes come undone. The table goes silent and heads turn in your direction once they realize what's going on. Oh no⊠Your stomach drops. Not in front of everyone. Not when Steve makes you so vulnerable in that condition. Not in front of these lowlifes!
âHusbââ blood bubbles hot under your cheeks as you feel him align himself against you.Â
Holy shit.
You feel one of his coarse hands wrap around your throat and he pulls you closer to his mouth so he can whisper in your ear. âYou will contribute, my stubborn little wife,â you whimper from the menace his words hold, your well trained cunt obediently squelching open against his thick hard tip as he lowers you on his cock with the hold he has on your thigh. âWhether you like it, or notâ sometimes, deep down, you fear that the dungeons are not an option anymore.Â
He keeps you in the horizons of his sight too much for them to be.Â
It appears as though the sentence has changed.Â
It is now Steve, or Steve.
You cry out from the strain his log-like girth puts on the narrow band of your entrance. God. You will never get used to his size regardless of how many times and ways he tames your pussy in. Yes, it does not refuse him or rip around him now as it used to in the beginning -and it did that for a long time- but the size to which his cock makes it expand is like a mini-birth. Feels like it, looks like it. Only, it feels way too good. And that's why you don't mind itâ
No. You don't know what that was or meant. But you don't take responsibility for that thought!
âOh!â The balmy velvet of your cavern grazes down the bulging veins and hard skin of the brute's cock until your petals squish against his heavy and very eager balls. Your head spins when you feel his tip tickle your cervix. It never takes his dick long to find it. Â
His hands are pushing you back up almost instantly so he can slide you back down. You look anywhere but at the tens of faces in front of you, instead choosing to look at the wall on the opposite side of the table. You never thought these people were capable of being this quiet until now when your pussy makes an embarrassingly loud squelching noise as Steve tugs you back to his leaking tip and then allows gravity to suck you back down. You desperately bite your lips and try to focus on ignoring the way your insides are beginning to thrum with the excitement and stimulation; to show these brutes that you're better than them and aren't some animal of nature. But to no avail. His slimy precum mixes too well with yours, the rough skin of his hands digs into your thighs too well and the manner in which your petals rub against his cock when he lifts you yet again -now forming a momentum- before letting you slide in again is too much for you mask with nonchalance.Â
Indifference has never been among your strong suits.
âTell me, my prettyâ Steve begins again, his dark eyes now finding the young and hormonal pack of unsuspecting boys who clearly do not know better. âHave you ever had a cock like mine?â He says it in their own language so the foolish miscreants see, understand and learn the fact that youâre only his. You belong to him and he will go to war for you, not that a pack of rug rats will ever be a cause of worry for him. âHas anyone ever fucked you as good as I do?â He switches back to the language you understand, roughly fumbling for your jaw before he grabs it and bounces his hips into yours at the same time.Â
Your traitorous legs have begun to do what they always do; fuck yourself against him -if he hasnât bound you, which he hasnât- in whatever position he has you. You only realize that your breathing has become heavier when you open your mouth to answer. âOnly you, my husband! Only you!â Your brain is running too fast for reason or reflection to catch up so you leave wondering why you answer him with the only words he has been able to teach you in his language to later. Your words are muffled as his fingers that grip the lower half of your face nearly slip in your mouth from the disordered urgency of the both of your actions.Â
âThat's rightâ your mouth falls open and you begin to softly pant in that animalistic way that you detest when he makes you watch yourself in a mirror while fucking you sometimes. In your defense, it is always unintentional on your part; you barely even notice it while taking his fucking. And yet, it is inevitable due to the force he does it with. âLook at you; dutifully fucking yourself up and down your husband's cock like a bitch in heatâ a twinge forms in your knuckles from how your fingers hold the edges of the table to aid the gliding of your fuck hole that now slams up and down his cock in a rhythm you're all too familiar with, the smacks of your bare ass slapping against his naked abdomen making appalling noises that you're too worked up to dread over right now. âAnd you're a bitch in heat for me, aren't you?â His fingers move down from your jaw to your throat. âWanting to be bred over and over again until you're so full of my children that your little belly is round and heavy to the brim, hm?â In these moments, you tell him anything and everything that he wants to hear.
Steve knows it all too well.
And he loves it.
âYes!â Your voice disappears midway from how he squeezes your windpipe. His hips meet yours midway now, the wetness of your cunt and the force of his thrusts causing for his balls to try and push past the tight boundary of your sexual cavern. âYes! Yes! I am! Please!â Your eyes roll to the back of your head when his free hand finds your petals to play with. âOhhh!â
âYou want to be bred, don't you?â He rubs your drenched pussy lips while his hard cock pistons in and out of your sopping cunt. âWant to contributeâŠ?â He chokes you once more and this time his fingers pinch one of your pussy lips punishingly at the same time and you cry out. âProvide your husband with a house full of heirs?â The oxygen in your mind depletes and your eyes flutter as a result, cheeks turning red and nerves becoming prominent on your glistening temples. Your horny yet defensive pussy finally relaxes around him a bit so it doesn't hurt his dick and he savours the moment by holding you by the curve between your legs and fucking into your form that gets limp by the moment to push you towards your first orgasm.Â
It always gets better after that.Â
For him, at least.Â
You don't choke him out so much then.
âY- Yes!â When Steve finally lets go of your throat to let you breathe, you blubber out an an answer obediently once the light returns to your eyes. Your walls stiffen around him once more. But by then he has already worked himself closer to your womb. âYes! Yes!â It is all your mind can muster.
âGoodâ he makes a point of taking both of your boobs in his hands and thoroughly massaging them to show off his ownership over you. âNow ask me to breed youâ the fence of heat that has formed around your loins becomes tighter when his hands that previously fondled your clothed breasts slip under your gown -for Steve is too possessive to actually expose you to the eyes of others- and he softly rubs your tense sides a couple times before his fingers form pinches around your hard nubs.Â
âPlease breed me!â Your voice is so loud and strained that its quality is nearly blood curdling. âPlease breed me and s- stuff me full your children!â Your hands fly to grip his from over the dress as you throw your head back and slip from the edge of your anticipation, parrotting all the words he has taught you over the course of your marriage. âOh GOD! Please!â Your back arches from the coming undone of the hot belt of expectation and scorching gratification spills from it, seeping down your legs in the form of a nearly unbearable electric feeling that transforms into a subzero energy when it reaches your toes that curl, causing them to feel as though they are freezing. âI need your b- babies so bad, hubby!âÂ
Steve's own ears blush from the heat that courses through them in the form of adrenaline as he snorts, some of his blonde strands coming loose from the push and tug that he plays with your cunt. âTell themâ his balls ache from the strength it takes him not to fill you up right then. âTell everyone that you want me to fill you up with my babiesâ since your sensitive body tries to curl and move away from the overstimulation, the older man wraps both of his hands around your thighs to keep you going. âSay it!â And he makes you say the words that he desires in the language of your spectators that look embarrassed for the first time since you got here.Â
Save for your husband's best men who look equal parts aroused and proud.Â
You want to cringe and be disgusted but your sensitive pussy is being pounded too hard for you to attempt a conjuring up of any dignity.Â
âNeed hubby babies bad!â You cry out again from memory when Steve's thick seed begins to fill you up at last. âOh, my God!â The feeling of his hot cum filling you up and painting every inch of your sensitive walls penetrates your already hazy mind and the warmth that steams out of the pearly liquid steams its way up to your womb, making you shudder at the feeling. Your opening tightens around him in protest of the overstimulation and it instead causes for a barrage of bitter-sweet electric sparks to explode through your abdomen in the form of a half post-climax orgasm. Your body grows tired.
But your insatiable is far from done.
âFlattering, but noâ Steve pushes you against the table before standing up when he is done fucking his orgasm as deep as he can reach into you. âThe father of your children will sufficeâ your eyebrows furrow at his words but the older man does not give you a chance to ponder over them because now he is hooking his hands under your thighs that your rapid and messy fucking has covered in both of your juices.Â
âW- What?!â Your vision is hazy and your mind dazed as you incoherently tap about. âWhat'sâ oh!â You wince from how much easier it is for him to move inside your worked open and much lubricated but torturously overstimulated walls now. âOh! OhâŠâ Your hands blindly feel behind you to try and get him to stop. âOh, no! No, please!â You cry out weakly, your upper body hanging low in the opposite direction from the exhaustion.Â
âNo?â The older man darkly chuckles, paying no mind to your flailing. âYou think you can say that to me?â One of his hands desert their post on your thighs to roughly grab at your hair. He hasn't forgotten what started all this. âYou think you have the same rights as everyone else around here, wife?â
But you're scowling from the burning pain in your walls, mind hazy and unwise. âStop! Stop!â Your puffy folds ache from how his stiff skin rubs against them as he moves in and out of you at a normal pace⊠for now. âIt hurts, stop!âÂ
âThat is the part and parcel of having childrenâ your body curves outwards as he pulls you further back and closer to himself by your hair. âAnd is that not why you're here?â His cocky tone along with the hungry and wondering eyes of the wildlings make you angry. âWhat you were spared for in the first place?â A twinkle in the eye of a man pisses you off andâŠ
âIt hurts, you old bastard!â Your young blood gets the better of you and your mouth runs before sense can catch up. âStop, stop, stop it!â Since your hair holds you closer to him you manage to land a few smacks to his rock hard arms before you try to snake your fingers under his to pry off the hand that he coils around your thigh in a weak attempt to move away.Â
Steve only chuckles, clearly unfazed by your fighting as he bounces your smaller form up in the air with each thrust. âDid your mother not teach you anything, wife?â He lets go of your hair only to restrain both your arms on the small of your back. âGood girls never tell their husbands noâ your body flops forward again and you've no choice but to face the long table full of people. âThey lay down pretty with their legs spread and let their husbands fill them with their children and then they express their gratitude for being granted a family.â Though your mind is confused and rather disoriented from the influx of sensation, you can make out new additions to the crowd of your humiliation from the corners of your vision.Â
âUgh!â You grunt from the rapid jabs he gives to your sore pussy, his firm hold nearly searing into your wrists. âI don't wanna have your stupid blonde babies!â Steve breathlessly lets out a real laugh at that. âLet go!âÂ
âThereâ he can swear he will never tired of you breaking the little character of the obedient wife that you so naively think you have mastered only to break it when he has you all riled up like this. âRight there, easy nowâ his other hand leaves your lap and he pushes your head down and against the table in the most condescending manner imaginable. Steve has got you to expose yourself for the brat you are, no need for play anymore. âNow I make a bunny out of youâ his dark eyes now meet with those of the boys sitting at the other end of the table and his use of their language is a silent message. The Leader knows how his wife is desired. And he doesn't appreciate it in the least. The young males all panic and look away, gulping to themselves and praying for their lives.Â
You try to struggle again, your lip curling in disdain and protest as you feel him fuck his cum right up your cervix. The bitter pleasure you get from it makes your head spin and your fingers and toes flex defensively. âOoof!â Your cheek rubs against the table and you puff out your face to express how tense you feel down there.Â
âBratâ Steve shakes in silent mirth as he reaches for your ass with the hand that he was holding your face down with. âDon't you move a muscle.â You're too busy rocking over the table and being held down to try.Â
âHubby, please!â You whine when one of his veins twitch deep up your walls and your knees shiver from the sensation. âPlease!â Maybe if his cock wasn't so comically huge, it would have been easier to move past the rough friction of your raw, orgasm worn skins. But it is and so you are ready to abandon the dam that begins to form in your abdomen again if it means to avoid this pain. âOwwwiee!â
âAwâ Steve cooes as he now moves to a pace that falters your vision and causes for the great table to shake with each thrust that he gives you. âSo small and sore, aren't we?â The spank he lands on your unsuspecting ass right after is the stark opposite of his tone. âMaybe we shouldn't act out so much when we are so weak and pathetic, huh, wife?â
âOooof!â One of the shyer ladies get up before she carries her young son who stood next to the group of the young ones away and the realization of the fact that your spectators are all real people who see you everyday and will continue to do after this drips down your limbs like ice cold water. Your hips cannot help but clench from the embarrassment that you dully feel in some part of your mind way far at the back. âHubby, please!â The spanks increase with each snap of his hips and though the turmoil between your legs takes up most of your sensory powers, your cheeks now begin to noticeably sting from the pain that builds from how the swings of his hand against your poor ass increase with each thrust.Â
âPlease?â Steve muses like he isn't balls deep into you and fucking the literal daylights out of you like a crazed heathen. âOh, but I thought I was a mean old bastardâ of course, your pleas always only mean that you want more, according to the brute you are married to. They cannot mean anything else, apparently. âAnd you didn't want my stupid blonde babiesâ you grunt from the frustration and land a helpless fist on the table. You are in an uncomfortable tug of war between the mutilation of your sensory glands and the tall barrage of tight hot anticipation that cannot help but form in the base of your stomach again because of how hard and rough he fucks you.Â
Your husband's main man, Lloyd, laughs in a comically daft voice to tease you and be the insufferable asshole that he is. âYou've got yourself a feisty little pup there, Steveâ he is the only one who can refer to the blonde haired man by his name. Or maybe, he doesn't care to use the honorific and his usefulness backs him up. You wouldn't be surprised if the latter really is the case. âDon't you agree, my sweet?â He side hugs his own young bride who ironically is one of the sweetest and perhaps the only nice person in this entire village and Lloyd grins down at the girl whom you now notice is blushing furiously.Â
Before you can let the humiliation swallow you whole, Steve spreads your burning cheeks and chuckles at the sight he finds glistening and blinking up at him, the madenned hammering of his cock unceasing. âLook at this adorable little button of yours, darlingâ you are not personally familiar with any of the faces that witness you trying to pathetically crawl away when your devil of a husband begins to tickle your pucker so you realize it was actually not quite hitting you as bad as it does now when you become hyperaware of Rainie's gaze. If it weren't for how your eyes roll because of Steve's hot seed shooting deep up your cavern again and nearly searing into your very flesh this time around from the brutality of it all, you reckon you would have tried to hide. But now all you do is let out choked blubbers as your wide eyes sting from tears due to the sensory overload. âI think it's time we deflowered it, what do you think?â Â
Oh, no.Â
His cock is not something that you can handle in your ass without splitting all over the place!
âNo answer? No?â It feels as though you are the one who is cumming and not Steve because of how good he is at wearing the mask of nonchalance. âHm,â he roughly pulls you backwards by your hair before hooking an arm around your waist to keep you from trying to get away from how he toys with your trembling pucker. âMaybe we should let sweet Rainie decide for you, hmâ?â
âOH, GOD!â You cannot help but scream over him.Â
He is too much.
Steve ignores your exclamation, thrusts delayed -more jab like- but so strong that his tip spears into your cervix with each thrust, thus causing for your head to spin from how he chooses to fuck out his orgasm. âShe's your friend, isn't she?â Steve's beard gently stings the sweaty and teary skin of your jaw from how his mouth presses into your ear. âAren't you, Rainie dear?âÂ
Yep, you are never looking her in the eye ever again.Â
âAnswer him, sunshineâ Lloyd eggs his wife on and you notice through your cloudy vision that he is making her palm his own bulge. You nearly cringe back into Steve's chest from the obscenity of it all.Â
The girl, a new bride herself, is shy and small next to her own flesh boulder of a husband as she meekly peeks up at you through her lashes. âY- Yes, sir. We are friendsâ her voice is barely audible and both your husbands chuckle.Â
If it weren't from how a dull orgasm rips itself apart somewhere deep between your loins, you would have felt angry.
It is like the assholes know that you're friends, and they're having their fun with it.
No wonder they are best mates.
âGood, goodâ you can feel Steve's cum splattering your thighs with each brutal jab, the sound and sprays of his shaft making a mess of your juices underneath your dress ample in its audibility. âSo, do you think it's time your girlfriend's dirty little button was opened up, hm?â He keeps one hand on your pucker and reaches for your boob to grope with the other.
Rainie blushes again and furiously lowers her head the moment her eyes connect with yours. Though you don't know it, her own has been deflowered not too long ago and she isn't sure what response would be favourable by you, so that and the embarrassment of the Leader questioning her for something like that about his wife when she is on amiable terms with the girl makes her choose silence for as long as allowed. And her own husband cockily leaning into her and mansplaining into her ear how it would work for you by comparing it with what he did to her pretty ass only makes her curl further.Â
âShy little thing, isn't she, my precious?â So your husband turns his unwelcome attention back to you, bending the both of your bodies forwards so he can smack your asshole with the back of his hand easier, the impact making you rock violently forward. âMaybe you should learn some manners from her, huh?â The howls you let out from getting your pucker pinched and hit is something you would rather not narrate. All you choose to disclose of that ordeal is that sobs echo in the hall, another orgasm rips out of you and you are sure your body releases more liquid than normal for an average orgasm. âLook at how polite and nice she is, hm? While all you want to do is to curse your husband and be an ungrateful little slothâ it sounds as though a newfound annoyance causes him to grit his teeth towards the end and the tip of his fingers finds recourse in seeking for itself a passage past the tight barrier of your unwilling button as a result.Â
And so your mouth begins to run in the desperate way he loves. âN- No, no, no hubby! No!â You vehemently shake your head as you feel your knees start to buckle from the exhaustion. âI- I didn't mean it!â The bearded corners of his mouth pull into a deep smirk. He knows its coming, and he loves it.Â
âYou didn't?â How can he not when he is the one who trained you to it and taught you the words to say during.Â
âNo! No!â Your voice comes out child-like from your mind's succumbing to its defeat. For the day, at least. âI d- didn't!âÂ
Steve is a jackhammer in how he fucks his children into you and works towards giving you more. âOh, I seeâ now he speaks to you like an elder speaking to a young one, like you are no older than five winters. âThen, will you tell me why you said such naughty words to your husband who does so much for you?â He knows you're small now and so he chooses his words accordingly.
After all, it is Steve's meticulous tailoring of your mind and body which brings you to act out this specific sequence.Â
Nothing less, nothing more.
Just this.Â
A shrew tamed into a compliant wife equipped with the mind of a babe.Â
He may never admit it outright simply because it goes against his very code of life but Steve knows in his heart of hearts that it is this very push and pull you put up in your own passive little way that keeps him alert and your marriage interesting.Â
Addictive.
âIs âcauseâ hnnng, causeâ!â He pulls both of your bodies back up with the intention of turning you to face him but he chooses not to do it just yet. He wants you, those silly boys and everyone else who suspects that his judgement grows soft because of his fancy for your youthful beauty and adorable personality, to hear it. Steve can always pull you right back down if wants. Your reins will always be in a hand's reach to him. Just because he lets you sneak in your foolish ways sometimes doesn't mean you've conquered his nature-gifted better sense.
âBecause, what?â Everything in life calls for balance and so each time your misbehavior that you think you hide so well from him begins to rise above a level he deems no longer amusing, he is there to hammer it down.Â
Quite literally.Â
âBecause I am j- just an i- impudent,â Steve grunts and moans, feeling his cock twitch from how you always mispronounce imprudent when you are in this state. He taught you that word and true to your little baby self and mind, you can never get yourself to say it right. âLittle wife and I am a d- dumbyââ
âFuckâŠâ Steve feels a drop of cold sweat trickle down his back from your little vocabulary. He feels himself pant from how hard he fucks you, his windpipe alight from the friction caused by the air he heaves in with each desperate inhale.
You are a proper trouble; something he has never had before, and he loves it.
ââ D- Dumby sloth who dunno any real worries besides e- eating and b- being spoilt b- by my lovu hubbsyââ your tongue is kinetic jelly between your teeth and Steve has begun to moan from how fucked stupid you sound. âSo I get shtoopid and u- ungatefulâ Steve cannot contain it anymore. In a fevered and desperate confusion of how to express the thunderstorm you cause in his head, he slaps your hair away, causing for some of the flowers to go flying about, and sinks his teeth into your flesh, growling so deep into your skin that you feel the vibrations cause ripples in your blood. Perhaps that is what Steve yearns to taste. âB- But husby always fixesâ your head goes limp against his as he sucks your skin like a crazed animal for you lose a track of how long. Your vision and hearing bolts away from your comprehensive faculties like a bullet train and your body gets sucked into the vacuum of your husband's beastly grip. You are just a lifeless doll rocking in whichever direction and manner he pleases.
Next time your brain catches on with your reality, your body has been placed under his with your back against the table. You faintly notice when your dress begins to get wet that splashes of mead cover it due to your brutish husband's depraved madness.Â
âLook at me, heyâ he pats your incoherent face until your wandering gaze settles on him, teary eyes distant. âThis is the face that you will see in those of your children, and children you shall have until this residence cannot contain any moreâ his promise echoes in your buzzing ears like the bestowing of an ultimate truth upon you by some powerful deity. âThis is the face you will look up at as you spread your legs,â his tip is so swollen, raw and hot against your worn skin that you can feel it even in this state. Your features scrunch from the discomfort. âThis is the face you will kiss and cherishâ his fingers find your throat again and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he puts pressure on your windpipe. âAnd this is the face that you will look at until you breathe your lastâ he holds you until you are on the verge of losing consciousness, though letting go only to stifle the gasp you let out to resume your breathing with a hot sealing kiss.
Your muscles twitch and your body spasms in the position he has you in. Laxness washes over your limbs and you begin to violently shake from the dull and yet stinging quakes of sensation that bloom through your whole form.Â
For some dark, twisted and depraved reason, you cum from the helplessness of your situation and it is present in Steve's amused and proud smirk that the knowledge is not lost on him. Swiping an arm around you from behind with an air of satisfaction, he collects your limp body closer to his and walks off to your chambers with your drenched sexes still connected, leaving a crowd of embarrassed, curious, satisfied as well as tamed spectators in his wake.Â
You surrender yourself to him and close your eyes as your body collapses on top of his. Your mind barely works but you know one thingâ fact as clear as day; you are not making it out of this without at least one child on the way.Â
And there isn't a single thing you can do about it.
. . .
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Naughty indulgence, lovelies. Join me.
Warnings: Free use, reverse harem of sorts, mention of aftercare
banner by the talented @cafekitsune
You're tired. Exhausted. You can barely stand on your own two feet. You don't want to do anything except lay in bed, stare at your ceiling, and forget about your stresses.
But your partner decides to have a guy's night. It's fine, even if it slightly annoys you that he chose tonight. He assures you it'll be a good stress reliever. You don't see how, but you can suck it up and deal with the noise for a few hours, right? Besides, they're nice guys and they adore you. Each and every one of them.
So you greet the group with a tired smile and they immediately offer to take care of everything. You're not cooking or getting them drinks. No waiting on them. You just sit and relax. Have a good time.
Oh, there's no chair for you. Just take turns sitting on their laps. A drink or two in their hands may start to wander and you might feel their bulges press against you when you move your hips. Your partner doesn't mind. He encourages it. He even suggests laying you on the table so the real fun can begin.
So later when your partner casually sips his drink and watches while his friends pass you around and take turns ruining your holes, you realize the guy's night is all about you. You don't need to think tonight. And what better way to make you feel better and appreciated than to give you orgasm after orgasm?
And the praise. Telling you how pretty you are as you're bouncing on a cock. How good you are when you're put on all fours. How your job doesn't deserve you when you're choking on another dick. You should just quit. Let them take care of you and just take their loads.
You're barely awake when your partner finally takes his turn, fucking your sloppy hole in deep, almost agonizing thrusts. You manage a moan when he says heâs almost there. Heâll get you off again, too. You almost black out when he does.
He'll clean you off when he's done and tell you how well you did. How perfect you are. They'll take turns cuddling you and making sure you get enough to eat and drink. They'll convince you to quit your job. It's for the best.
Besides, who wouldn't want to be their little party favor?
So, lovelies. Who is your partner? His friends? And who went first?
Love and thanks for indulging. â€ïž
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you all over me.
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | double penetration
pairing | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader
warnings | dark ddlg dynamic (soft!dark!daddies of captive!little!reader.) dub/non-con. size kink. reader is held down and fucked. stretching. loss of anal virginity. unprotected double penetration (vaginal and anal.) mentions of anal training/stretching/fingering. clit rubbing. crying kink. praise and encouragement. mocking/humiliation. forced orgasm (with implied previous forced orgasms.) overstimulation. they come in her. little bit of aftercare.
word count | 1,386
an | this is written in the same au as clear blue water, with captive!reader and her soft!dark!daddies.
Tears poured down your damp cheeks as your face was tucked into the warm crook of Steve's neck. Arms reaching up weakly, you almost wanted to cling to the safety of his broad form as he lay beneath you, heavy breaths harmonizing with your own.
But that wouldn't do for your daddies- not for either of them. "Come on, babydoll. Where's that pretty face," the blonde crooned as his hips thrust upward over and over, rocking your own. His hands were on your waist, Ari's just above them as both the men worked to keep you upright and in place, their massive lengths pounding into you with steady rhythm.
They had been fucking you like this for what felt like hours, but the sensations of fullness and overstimulation you were experiencing were still just as overwhelming and horrible as when they had first pushed into you. Steve had gone first, both of the men knowing you would tolerate his part better. They were a bit concerned when you were in tears from the vaginal penetration alone, but as usual, they wouldn't be discouraged. As difficult as it was, and as pitiful as you were to watch as you were held down and split open, Ari was eventually able to work himself into you as well.
As they kept their four strong hands on you, working you up and down over their throbbing cocks like nothing more than a fleshlight with a pulse, you honestly couldn't tell which forceful insertion felt worse. It was all blurring together, the world nothing more than a streaky haze through your steady tears. The men shared a sympathetic glance with each other before Steve refocused his attention back on you. "Poor girl," he murmured lowly, bringing a hand up to brush away your tears with his thumb. "Know it's so hard, little one. So hard to take both your daddies' cocks at the same time, isn't it?"
"So full, aren't you, baby?" Ari nodded in agreement, his oversized member stretching your poor little bottom to its absolute limit. Despite the generous amount of lube they'd used and the time they'd spent patiently coaxing your tiny hole open with their greedy fingers, nothing could ease the horrible burning feeling that bloomed through your lower half as you were taken in the ass for the very first time.
"Look so pretty like this, all stretched out stuffed full of us," Steve groaned, his cock twitching so hard within your aching walls that you could feel it, your poor tummy spasming in response. To the man lying comfortably on his back, there had never been a sight quite as beautiful as this: watching from the front as your tiny holes were so helplessly violated, large hands holding you in place and giving you no choice but to sit there and take it, your perky tits bobbing perfectly as your figure was worked at a steady, punishing pace.
And though he couldn't see your chest as well, or the pretty little faces you were making as your body was used and abused so sinfully, Ari's view from behind you wasn't anything to turn his nose up at, either. He loved the way your back arched up as their dicks kept you angled forward towards Steve, your adorable ass bouncing in rhythm as his cock tore into your throbbing, achy hole. He could easily keep you going with just his hands alone; with both him and Steve being so much larger and stronger than you, it wasn't difficult for either one of them to overpower you and allow the other to make better use of a second pair of hands.
Which is just what Steve did as his partner held you up and in place, giving him the signal of a nod. "Go ahead, Stevie. Let's give some attention to that pretty little clit of hers," Ari suggested. Steve spit on his thumb, bringing the other hand down to pull back its protective hood as he smeared the clear wetness all over your poor little bundle of nerves. Your body jerked harshly at the stimulation, but you couldn't do anything to stop them or squirm away; you were completely helpless, having no choice but to let the blonde rub your exposed little nub in quick, harsh circles.
"Please, p-please... n-no!" you choked through your tears as your whole body began to shake with sobs.
"C'mon doll, doesn't that feel good? Know you like it when we pull back the hood and rub you right there, right on your cute little button," Steve frowned and faked worry at your cries, though he and Ari both knew perfectly well the way their actions and words were tormenting you.
"That's right," Ari mused from behind you as he kept your trembling body moving across their stiff lengths, "our pretty girl loves having her sweet little clit rubbed. Makes her come so hard, doesn't it Stevie? Poor baby can't help it when her daddies play with her clit, but it sure is cute to watch her try and fight it."
"So cute," Steve hummed in agreement, watching intently as your breaths began staggering, your little feet kicking weakly as your knees shook and struggled on either side of him. "Oh? Looks like she's getting close here," the blonde sang as he continued his skillful work over your slick, sticky nub. "Can feel her little pussy fluttering- what do you think, babydoll? You gonna be a good girl and come for your daddies?"
Watching as your buildup continued, Ari and Steve shared a knowing nod, both increasing the speed of their respective roles as their cocks pumped more vigorously inside you. This is the moment they had been waiting for; of course they were hoping to come as you did. A few orgasms had been forced from your trembling form earlier as you were held down by one and stretched out on the other's fingers, but this was meant to be the grand finale, the climax you would all share, whether you were willing or not.
"Can feel her squeezing us- she's getting close," Ari grunted as their dicks clapped lewdly into your dripping holes. "That's it, sweetheart. Come on, almost there..."
Your resistance was a losing game. As much as you fought and defied them each time, a sense of helplessness was never absent from within you; you knew you'd be forced to come. And with both of them thrusting into you at an almost immeasurable speed, and Steve's torturous hands working your clit the way he knew best, there was nothing for you to do but let them have their way with you. Eyes squeezing shut as your tummy tightened, your little toes curled as your orgasm was ripped from your faltering grasp. You came long and hard, Steve and Ari's triumphant words of praise merely echoes as heat and shocks of ecstasy overcame your exhausted body.
Warmth burst in your core as you were pumped full of both the men's come, Ari's fingers digging in almost painfully around your waist as their cocks swelled and sputtered within you. When you were finally coming down from your impressively long high, you let out a soft, broken cry as Steve finally eased your body down to rest limply against his front. "Shhh," you could hear him humming soothingly, someone's hand rubbing your back as you sniffled and sobbed into your captor's chest. "Easy pulling out of her," he was murmuring to Ari as the world seemed to slow around you.
"You're okay, baby. You were so good for us," the brunette was praising you softly from behind as he shifted a bit inside you, trying to measure how careful he needed to be as he and his partner now shifted their focus towards damage control.
"Don't cry, little one. Daddy's here, Daddy's got you," Steve kissed the top of your head as he cooed at you, his broad arms cradling you lovingly as you clung to him. You were desperate for any comfort and tenderness you could get at this point, even if it was straight from the hands of your abusers. This is usually how you wound up at the end of the day, a weeping mess in your daddies' arms, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
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Indecent Exposure Pt. I: Bye Bye, Daddy
Summary: You get more than you bargained for when your father decides to leave you in the care of his four best friends, your fake Uncles, while he's on away on tour for the summer. Read Part Two!
Warnings: Mature Themes, Bucky Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Unwanted Touching, Dad's Best Friend Themes, Older Men/Younger Women Themes, Brief Discussions of Voyeurism, Brief Mentions of Mouth Soaping, Brief Reference to Spanking and Discipline, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Please heed all warnings. Part of my Indecent Exposure Series. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, please let me know.
"But Daaaad.â You whine, drawing out the word as you follow your father into the kitchen. Shoulders slumped, you canât seem to stop yourself from pouting.Â
While youâd initially made peace with the prospect of being left alone for the practically the entire summer before you planned to start your freshman year at NYU, you positively balked at the idea being left in the care of a fucking babysitter.Â
Four of them, actually.
âNo buts, pumpkin.â Your father drops his carry-on bag next to the door, on top of his other luggage. âItâs not good for you to be stuck in this big old house all by your lonesome. You even said as much just the other week.â
âYeah, wellâŠâ You trail off, pissed at the fact that youâd essentially brought this on yourself. âThat was back when you werenât even sure if you were going.â
At first, your old man had been rather skeptical at going on tour with his former bandmates. Theyâd had a couple hits back in the day, but nothing major. Even still, theyâd somehow managed to amass a bit of a cult following.Â
And so when he was offered the opportunity to open for a much larger classic rock band, he just couldnât pass it up. And you hadnât had the heart to make him either. Dreams like this seldom came true for anybody, let alone a mild-mannered pharmacist who was pushing fifty.Â
âWhy canât you at least take me with you?â
He turns to you then, heaving a sigh before pulling you into his arms. "Life on the road is no place for my little girl. Which is why Iâve asked your Uncles to check-in on you.â He presses a gentle kiss on your mop of curly hair, giving you one last squeeze before releasing you.
âAnd this is where Iâd like to point out that Iâm 18 years old, which makes me a full-fledged adult.â Wrapping your arms around your middle, you try to play it off like you donât care about him leaving so soon after your birthday.Â
But you do. While your birthday had only been last week, you two hadn't even had the chance to embark on your annual fishing trip yet.
âI know that. Of course I know that.â Heâs quick to reassure you. âAnd as a newly minted adult Iâm sure youâll be on your own some nights â the ones when Bucky canât stay and none of your other uncles are available.â
âUgh! Can you please stop calling them that?â
Little did he know that you were mere seconds away from covering your ears and letting out a frustrated scream.Â
âWell, thatâs what they are. They may not be blood, but it still counts.â Your father just shakes his head. Apparently he hadnât expected you to put up this much of a fight before his departure. âAnd while it might be true that itâs been a while since youâve seen your uncles, each one has assured me that they would be more than delighted to keep an eye out for their favorite niece.â
âDad, I donât even know them like that! At least not anymore...â
Youâre rewarded with yet another weary sigh. âThen it looks like youâll have the whole summer to get reacquainted with them then, wonât you?â His hands go to grip your shoulders, all but forcing you to look him in the eyes. âBesides, Buckâll be around. Iâm sure heâll help ease you into everything.â
Itâs impossible to stop the derisive snort that escapes the back of your throat.Â
âSweetheart, my ride is going to be here any minute nowâŠâ He tells you, making it clear that neither one of you has time for the tantrum you seem so keen on throwing. âYouâve gotta know that I only want whatâs best forââ
The two of you are interrupted by the sound of a vehicle pulling into your driveway. And while you donât recognize it, youâre almost certain that itâs too sleek and expensive to belong to any Lyft driver.Â
âSpeak of the devil!â Your father suddenly exclaims before throwing open the door and rushing down the steps. Which is fine, except for the part when he decided to drag you along with him. âBucky fuckinâ Barnes â just in the knick of time too!â
Well, there went Plan A. So much for locking up the house after your Dad was gone and refusing to answer the fucking door for anyone except the pizza delivery guy.Â
However, in spite of your annoyance and frustration, you canât help the tiny jolt of electricity that hums along your skin as you watch the dark haired man peel himself out of the driverâs seat so that he can properly greet you both. Â
âGet a look at you, old man!â Bucky chuckles as he enthusiastically brings your Dad in for a hug, lightly thumping his back as he does. âCanât believe somebody actually fucked up and told you you got to be a rockstar!â
Your uncleâs smile only broadens when he finally lays eyes on you. But itâs the way heâs looking at you that catches your attention â itâs not quite a leer â but his blatant perusal is enough to make you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.Â
âI know!â Comes your Dadâs eager response. âThatâs why Iâm trying to get out of here before whoever signed off on this sobers up and realizes his mistake.â Both men are grinning from ear to ear when they finally take a step back.Â
And thatâs when all eyes turn to you.Â
âAnd whoâs this gorgeous young lady?â Bucky inquires, his pearly white teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he makes a quiet show of looking you over once again, this time allowing his gaze to linger just a fraction too long on your cutoff denim shorts.Â
âOh, come on now.â Good olâ Dad reaches over to grab your wrist, pulling you even closer. Which is the absolute last thing you want. âDonât tell me you donât recognize your niece.âÂ
âIs that my sweet, little Clover?â Bucky pretends to rub exaggeratedly rub his eyes while evoking your childhood nickname. âI guess it is. Except now sheâs all grown up.â Your Dad drops your wrist in time for the other man to grab your hand so that he can give you a little twirl. "Just turned 18, in fact."
âI heard. So pretty.â He hums, although the words are spoken just low enough so that only you can hear them. âYouâve got yourself a knockout for a daughter, Dale.â You resist the urge to squirm when you feel the roughened pad of his thumb lightly stroke along the ridges of your knuckles. âI wouldnât be surprised if you kept a shotgun by the door.âÂ
While you suspect that his words are meant in jest, the only person that laughs is the man who raised you.Â
âI actually keep it in the front closet. Which reminds meâŠâ You father turns to you then, pinning you with a knowing look. âNow pumpkin, I know you're not super excited about the current arrangement and all that, but Iâd appreciate it if youâd, uh, refrain from having any boys over at the house while Iâm gone.âÂ
You swiftly open your mouth to protest, only to be surprised when Bucky beats you to the punch.Â
âRoger that.â He grins down at you, the dimple in his left cheek on full display. âYour Daddy said no boys allowed, little Clover. Do we have your promise youâre gonna respect his wishes?â
Tugging your hand out his grasp, you turn your attention to your Dad, offering up a sugary sweet smile. âBut what about Peter? You actually like him, remember? Besides, heâs pretty much my best friend.â
âWellâŠâ
Because you couldnât fathom the idea of a summer without him. And you just know heâs going to relent and make an exception. That is, until Bucky decides to go and open up his mouth.Â
âYou heard your Daddy, sweetheart.â He gently admonishes you, a hint of mockery in his tone. âBesides, I donât think any of your uncles want to have to deal with strange boys wandering around the house.â
âGood man.â Your father agrees, clapping the other man on his shoulder. âAnd speaking of Andy, Ari, and Steve, this one here is a little nervous about seeing them again. I donât know why. I mean itâs been a while since everyoneâs gotten togetherâŠâ
âAww, bug.â He coos, wrapping a brawny arm around your much smaller waist. âAre you worried we donât love you anymore?â You find yourself gritting your teeth to keep from elbowing him in the kidney.Â
Why the hell did he have to make that sound soâŠsuggestive? And how come your father didn't seem to notice?Â
âNo.â You grunt, hating the man for having the nerve to smell so damned good â like spiced vanilla and cedar.Â
âBecause we most certainly do. You know, Andy was just looking at your senior picture the other day.â His large, warm hand settles just above the curve of your hip. âHe actually sent it to the group chat and none of us could believe just how much our little Clover had blossomed. Right under our noses.â
âAâawesome.â You mumble, wishing he would stop touching you so much. It did funny things to your belly, which you did not appreciate.
âIâm sure heâll tell you all about it when he gets here.âÂ
Shock has your mouth falling open, briefly leaving you almost too stunned to make a sound. And to make matters worse, your fatherâs Lyft picks that very moment to pull up behind Buckyâs sports car.Â
âWhat?â You eventually croak. Not that you receive much of a response, what with both men choosing to abandon you in favor of grabbing luggage and loading it into the driverâs trunk.Â
âAlright, pumpkin.â Your Dad calls out once theyâve got everything secured. âIâll call you from the road. I left instructions on the fridge and with Bucky. You need anything you call me, okay?âÂ
Seconds later you find yourself pulled into a bear hug. And, because you donât know when youâll see him again, you choose not to argue or struggle. You can only hug him back as if your life depends on it.Â
âBe good.â He mumbles in your hair. âListen to your uncles. It may not seem like it, but they know what's best. And you have my word that they care about you just as much as I do.âÂ
âOkay.â Is all you can muster as you fight back tears. âIâI love you.â
âYou know it.â He holds you even tighter. âTo the moon and back, plus the galaxy and beyond.â Smiling when he releases you, you watch him climb into the waiting car before giving him one last wave.Â
And then heâs gone. You watch unmoving as the car backs out of the driveway and takes off down the road in the direction of the airport. It takes a moment for you to remember that youâre alone now.
Left to your own devices for the entire fucking summer.Â
âSave those pretty tears, Clover.â You jump when you feel a hand press against the small of your back. âYouâve got us â me, Andy, Ari, and Steve â and wonât let anything bad happen to you.â Bucky whispers, his mouth hovering just above your ear.
âI donât need a fucking babysitter.â You growl, stomping towards the front door.
âFair warning, sweetheart.â He calls after you, his voice tinged with laughter as he goes to follow you inside. âYour Uncle Steve doesnât like that kind of language. And Iâm afraid Uncle Andy isnât the type to put up with that attitude either.â
âThen tell them they should keep their asses home!â You snap as you reach the stairs, taking them two at a time all the while silently praying that he doesnât follow.
âAll Iâm saying is that Iâd hate to see Stevie have to wash out that pretty little mouth out with soap.â He calls from the bottom of the stairs, no longer bothering to hide his laughter.Â
The fucking pervy bastard was enjoying this!
You slam your door with a flourish, briefly reveling in the sound it makes as it shakes the entire frame. If Bucky, or any of your so-called uncles thought you were still that same, sweet little girl you used to then they were in for one hell of a rude awakening.
Fuck! Youâre so busy fuming over your current situation that you have no idea whatâs taking place quite literally beneath your feet. For tonight, you decide that ignorance is bliss. If you got hungry later youâd just have to find something on DoorDash.
You throw yourself on your bed with a huff, punching your pillow over and again until you feel some of the rage leave your body. This summer was going to fucking blow unless you found a way to stay busy away from the house.Â
Meanwhile, Bucky has taken a seat at the bottom of the stairs. Pulling out his phone he opens the group chat he has with his buddies and proceeds to start typing. Call it intuition, but he had a feeling that he and his friends getting reacquainted with their precious little Clover was going to make for one hell of summer.
Oh yes, this was going to make for one hell of a summer indeed.
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Broken Hearts.
Each part will have different warnings. There's only one love interest and it is not Steve. He is dark and mean in the series along with one more character. As for the rest, they are good friends.
New part every second day. (Hopefully)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20
Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 (Epilogue)
Complete. â
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I broke you a little with the angst earlier, so now let me ruin you in the best way.
Ari licking champagne off your body, his tongue teasing your skin and dipping in all the nooks and creases; and Nomad Steve eating strawberries off of you, mouthing on your sensitive spots, leaving bites. One slides his cock into your mouth between feeding you berries and little sips of champagne, while the other is fucking you deep and sensual.
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Come Hell Or Highwater
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Summary: You had witnessed something you never should have, you had been on the way home from work, wanting to walk on a clear night.
You witnessed the murder of a high profile businessman that was going to be a witness in an upcoming case. You were thrown into the witness protection program and given two guards that were meant to keep you safe, while your lawyer fought for you back home.
Under the ruse of a newlyweds, you were moved to a sleepy town in the foothills of the mountains with two massive and tactically trained men, with the third arriving evert few weeks to check in. Their job was to keep you safe, their job was to keep you hidden and safe under the ruse of needing a fresh start.
They were to act as your husbands, you their wife, in a picturesque town with an ideal American dream at your fingertips. It was meant to be fake, a falsified story to keep you under the radar until a slip up resulted in a small pink plus.
Ari Levinson, Andy Barber & Steve Rogers â triplets, two ex-navy SEALâs and a highly successful lawyer were all that were keeping you from death. They were the rough and tough men who were as dedicated to their jobs as they were to you.
Come hell or high water, they were yours and you were theirs.
#come hell or high water#come hell or high water series#navy seal!steve rogers#navy seal!ari levinson#Ari Levinson x reader x steve Rogers#Steve rogers x reader x ari Levinson
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đđđąđ«đąđ§đ : mean jock!Ari Levinson x naive!reader, mean jock!Steve Rogers x naive reader
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: smutt, dubcon, daddy!kink, size difference, innocence kink, HEAVY MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL AND DRUG CONSUMPTION, mentions of depression, mentions of self-medication, seriously, if you're sensitive about that kind of stuff please do not read, 18+ only, minors dni!
đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: You're done with both Ari and Steve. But they're not quite done with you...
đ/đ: Here it is. Again, I'm putting up a disclaimer: Please beware of the strong mentions of irresponsible alcohol and drug consumption in this chapter. Also be aware of the depictions of depression in this chapter. Stay safe & only read what you are comfortable with. This is a dark story. This is chapter 4 of Wicked Games. It is 33.6k words. Enjoy, besties!
Steve: Hey. Look, Iâm really sorry about what happened yesterday. Things got out of control and I really did not mean to scare you. Could we talk in person?
Steve: I did plan a date for us. I know you donât believe me, but I did. For whatever thatâs worth. Look, just text me back, okay? Or answer my calls.
Steve: Sometimes I just get like that. Even if you donât understand, just reply and say youâll talk to me. Iâll explain everything. Please.
Steve: Canât you see Iâm trying? I want us to work.
Steve: It wasnât just about sex to me. I know thatâs what it looked like but it wasnât.
Steve: ?????
Each time your phone pings with a new text, you feel a stronger urge to just throw it out the window. Oh, why couldnât he just leave you alone? You feel awful and on edge, the nightâs sleep had done you absolutely no good. Youâd tossed and turned the whole time, crying and feeling sad about how terribly your âdateâ had gone down yesterday. How youâd been used. How it was all just about sex for him, no matter what he claimed.
Your phone starts pinging again.
Ari: Are you okay?
Ari: You need to tell me exactly what he did to you. Iâll set him straight, I promise. I just need to know what he did.
Ari: You were really worked up yesterday so I gave you your space but Iâm worried. And pissed off. Just answer me.
Ari: Pick up your phone.
Ari: Iâm coming over.
No, no, no. You donât want him to come over. You donât want to see either of them. To hell with their mood swings and cocky egos and fake concern for you. Now you know there was only one thing that men like Ari and Steve truly ever wanted from you â sex. Fuck them both. If Ari came over now, youâd scream your head off and not let him in again.
You were done. Completely and irrevocably done. Not just with Ari and Steve, but with men and relationships in general. You were going to make a solemn vow to yourself that from now on, thatâ
A sudden knocking on your door interrupts your thoughts. Pressing your lips into a thin line, you feel the anger surge through you. Who the fuck was that? Ari? Heâd only just sent his last message a minute ago â how was he already here?
A wave of anxiety overtakes you suddenly⊠What if it was Steve?
Another knock. But it sounds a lot softer than Ariâs usual loud banging â which was what he did on days where heâd forget your dorm key at home.
âY/N?â You hear a faint, familiar voice from the other side of the door. âAre you there?â
Huh. That was definitely not Steve or AriâŠ
It takes you about five seconds to haul yourself off your bed and across the room. You open the door cautiously, only to find Sharon standing there. Her face is swollen, red and blotchy, her shiny and usually pristinely styled hair scraped back in a low, sad ponytail. Not a trace of makeup on her face, and sheâs wearing a loose, wrinkled St. Andrews sweatshirt instead of her usual cheerleading uniform.
âAri broke up with me!â She bursts into tears, pulling you into a hug that you have no choice but to return. And the guilt is immediate, spreading throughout your body, thrumming through your bloodstream along with dread. Of course, you knew Ari had dumped her⊠for you.
âOh, SharonâŠâ you mumble against her sweatshirt, a huge lump forming in your throat, âIâm so, so sorry.â Sorrier than you realiseâŠ
Sharon sniffles, âI know weâre not really close, but I just didnât know who else to talk to about this. All my friends are also his friends, or girlfriends of his friends, andâŠandâŠand I just needed someone who was my friend, and not his, andââ She breaks out into a fresh wave of tears, hugging you tightly again, burying her face in your neck as she cries. You awkwardly pat her shoulder, feeling like the worldâs worst person.
âCome in,â you say reluctantly. Sure, you had your own problems, but you werenât just going to leave her crying out in the hallway, were you? Especially not since you were basically the reason for her tears.
She smiles weakly, âThank you.â
You manage to quickly type out a message to Ari while she isnât looking:
Sharonâs here. Donât come over. And stop texting me.
âIt just came so out of nowhere,â she says, following you into your room and sitting on the edge of your bed, âWell, we werenât having sex like how we used to but I just assumed he was stressed about basketball or something.â
âWait, the two of you werenât having sex?â You blurt out a tad too eagerly, but she doesnât seem to notice. You sink down beside her, âI mean⊠wow⊠so you guys werenât being â uh â intimate?â
Sharon shakes her head, using the sleeve of her sweatshirt to wipe her eyes, âNot for, like, the past month. But I really didnât think he was cheating on me⊠But he basically told me he was dumping me because there was someone else.â
Your heart jumps up to your throat, âH-He said that?â
âYeah. Well, at first, he kept saying the whole âitâs not you, itâs meâ crap.â She snorts, aggressively twining a loose strand of her blonde hair round and round her pointer finger, âBut I told him to be honest and just tell me straight up, and I was yelling and so upset and finally he said that there was someone else. Can you believe that?â
Your hands feel clammy, the guilt and anxiety churning around in your stomach like a witchâs cauldron. Should you tell her now? Tell her that youâre the reason her boyfriend dumped her? That youâd been sleeping with Ari behind her back for months? Oh God⊠You were an awful person, werenât you? Well, you hadnât known about Sharon at first⊠and back then you were innocent enough to believe Ari when he said heâd broken up with her. But youâd wisened up to that and still had sex with him at the party, hadnât you?
You gulp, âSharon, thereâs somethingââ
âAnd can you believe that for a split second I thought it was you?â She says suddenly, her eyes wide and unblinking.
Your blood freezes, âI, Iââ
âI know, I know⊠Totally ridiculous, right?â She laughs. And youâd expected her laugh to be all cute and twinkly and perfect how she is, but itâs low and hoarse and ironic. She squeezes your arm, âI hate that my mind even went there. I donât know you that well but I just know you wouldnât do that to me, Y/N.â
âSharonââ
 âItâs just that one time, at that basketball practice when the ball hit your face. The way Ari carried you off⊠I just got this feeling in my gut, you know?â She laughs again, âBut that was just Ari being Ari, stepping up and taking charge of a situation when no one else would. And itâs awful of me to even think youâd do something like that when youâd just got struck in the face and were probably in a lot of pain. Gosh, Iâm so sorry for even thinking it!â
She hugs you again. You can smell her sweet perfume, and it goes straight to your head, making you feel sick. Or maybe itâs the guilt eating away at your insides thatâs making you feel sick.
âThereâs something I have to tell youââ
ââWe were together for almost a whole year, you know?â Sharon cuts you off again. âI was gonna take him home for Thanksgiving and everything.â Sheâs still hugging you, and her cheek rests against the bare nape of your neck. You werenât used to being this touchy with your girlfriends, but you continue to pat her back nonetheless, feeling like the worldâs most awful person ever.
âHeâs just the worldâs most awful person ever!â She cries, âLike he threw our relationship away like it was nothing! And I was so good to him, Y/N!â
âI know, I know,â you say softly. You feel a wave of disgust for Ari overtake you, but the disgust you feel at yourself overshadows it completely.
âBut maybe itâs for the best,â She sits up suddenly, her eyes wide and glistening, an almost daring look on her face, your hand still encased in hers. âMaybe me and Ari werenât meant to be, and he was just a stupid phase in my life.â
âHeâs just a fuckboy,â you agree truthfully, despite feeling rotten over your role in all of this. âYou can do so much better than him, Sharon.â
She nods, âYeah, I think so too. I mean, heâs super hot and all, butâŠâ And then she pauses, looking at you with a curious expression. She bites her lip, still holding on to your hand. âMaybe this is too much information, but lately, even when I was, you know, taking care of myself⊠I wouldnât think of him. Iâd think of someone else.â
âThatâs good!â You say enthusiastically. âWho were you thinking of? Like an actor or singer or something? Or a cute guy in one of your classes?â
She stares at you a bit longer, before suddenly dropping her gaze, âYeah, something like that. Anyways, thank you so much for being there for me, Y/N. I know I just barged into your room unannounced.â
At that moment, your phone vibrates. Once, twice, three times. More texts. Youâre thankful you left your phone facedown; in case they were from Ari and she saw.
âThatâs probably Steve, isnât it?â Sharon says.
You nod quickly, suddenly in a hurry to stop talking about Ari, âYeah. Theyâre all from him. Heâs been texting me nonstop since last night when me and him had a fight.â
âOh no. Is everything gonna be okay?â
You shake your head tersely, not wanting to talk about the disastrous date. âNo. Me and him are over. Forever.â And so are me and Ari.
Sharon nods, giving you another hug. âMen are trash. Iâm so glad we have each other, Y/N. Iâm so happy weâre friends now.â
You swallow harshly, hoping the guilt isnât so evident on your face. Inside your head, thereâs about a million different thoughts racing each other. Should you tell her about Ari now? Or wait till later when she was more distanced from the situation and less distraught? Oh God, it was like problems followed you wherever you went! First Steve, then Ari, and now Sharon was in the mix too. And the worst part was, how kind she was being. How genuinely good she was and how she didnât deserve to be lied to in the least.
Iâll tell her, you promise yourself. I swear Iâll tell her soonâŠ
***
âYou need to stop moping around so much,â Wanda says as the two of you walk down the corridor after a lecture. Well, she walks. You just drag your feet. Itâs been two days since the âdateâ with Steve and the subsequent scene with Sharon in your dorm room, and your emotions have been all over the place.
âLike okay, so the Steve thing didnât work out. Itâs not the end of the world, is it? Just get over it.â Wanda continues scanning the crowd of people in the hallway.
âI just feel like nobody wants a relationship with me, Wanda.â You say softly. âAll they ever seem to want is sex.â
âHuh? Yeah, that really sucks,â she says distractedly, standing on her tip-toes to look over the sea of heads all milling around or heading to their next class. âWhereâs Curtis? He agreed to meet me here.â
Your stomach drops. Curtis again? Oh, you hope Ariâs not with him! Youâd successfully been able to avoid him since the night heâd left your dorm room, and you didnât want to break that streak now.
Wanda spots her boyfriend a moment later and squeals, jumping up and down trying to get his attention. Thankfully, he isnât with Ari. But he is standing in a cosy corner of the corridor, deep in conversation with a tiny brunette cheerleader. You watch as she laughs at something he said and puts her hand on his chest.
You glance warily at Wanda, but she still has that determined bright smile on her face as she charges over to him, pulling you along with her.
âCurtis! Hey!â She wraps her arms around his neck territorially, plastering her lips on his. The cheerleader smirks, and you see her wink at him before she leaves. Only then does Curtis finally give his girlfriend some attention. You stand there, awkwardly staring at your shoes for the next five minutes while they noisily kiss next to you.
âYou still in a bad mood, sweetheart?â Curtis grins once the two of them finally break apart.
âSheâs always in a bad mood,â Wanda interjects before you can respond, âHey, Curtis, you wanna check out the new drive-in theatre downtown? I donât have any more classes today and I know you donât either.â
Curtis yawns, âI donât know. I kinda just wanna chill today.â
âOh. Thatâs fine too, I guess. You wanna just grab lunch on campus?â
âNah. I think Iâll just head back home. I have stuff to do.â
Wanda nods, âOkay, can I come too?â
He shrugs, âSure. If you must.â
They start towards the exit, and you have no choice but to follow them. But when Wanda stops to talk to one of the girls in her Philosophy class, Curtis shoots you a smirk.
âSweetheart, why donât you come back to my place too?â
You frown, âWhat would I do in your room with you and Wanda?â
The spark in his eye is nothing short of devilish, âI could think of a few things the three of us could get up to.â
âYouâre disgusting, Curtis.â
âYou sure about that? I have some more of those magic pills youâre such a huge fan of. The three of us could have some fun.â His eyes rake over your body brazenly, and you feel the urge to throw up. So, it was true. All men viewed you as an easy hook-up. A slut. Ari, Steve, now Curtis too.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you? Wanda is your girlfriend and you should have more respect for her.â
He rolls his eyes, âYouâre one to talk about respecting girlfriends.â
The jab stings, especially since it has a ring of truth to it. But you glare up at him nonetheless, âFuck you.â
âAre you and Ari both perpetually in a bad mood these days or what?â
âIâm not speaking to Ari, so I wouldnât know what kind of mood heâs in.â You answer curtly.
âHeâs in a shitty mood, Iâll tell you that much,â Curtis snorts. âYouâd think heâd be over the fucking moon after finally dumping Sharon, but now all he does is glare at his phone because you wonât answer his texts.â
Sure, Ari had been continuously texting and calling you for the past two days, but youâd gotten better at ignoring him. The last text youâd sent him was when youâd told him not to come over because Sharon was there.
âAre we ready to go, babe?â Wanda asks, waving goodbye to the girl from her Philosophy class.
Curtis stretches and grunts, âYeah, letâs go,â He looks over at you, âYou need a lift to wherever youâre headed?â
âNo, she doesnât!â Wanda interjects quickly, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the exit impatiently, âYou wanted to be alone, didnât you, Y/N?â
You shrug, âSure.â
Watching them leave hand in hand, you stand there in a sea of people â and yet you feel more alone than ever. You know you need to snap out of this funk, but itâs so hard. Even now, as you look around, you can see about five different couples. All happily hanging out, talking, eating lunch together, kissing, holding hands. Would you ever experience anything normal like that?
Youâre about to leave when someone grabs your wrist, yanking you sideways. You yelp, barely catching a glimpse of Ariâs brown waves before youâre pulled into an empty corridor.
âAri! What the fuckââ
âStop it with the ignoring my texts shit!â He spits out, eyes already blazing, âIâve been worried sick about you.â
âLet go of me.â
Surprisingly, he does. But he blocks your path with his huge frame, stepping in front of you every time you try to push past him. This continues for a solid minute and a half before you finally huff and give up trying to escape.
âI went to see Steve that night.â Ari says finally.
Your stomach churns at the mention of the blondeâs name.
âI donât want to hear this.â
âHe wasnât at home. And the other guys in his frat wouldnât say where he was,â he runs a hand through his hair, âBut Iâm guessing he was probably hiding out at his parentâs house.â
That was exactly where he was. You knew that.
âPlease tell me you didnât go there.â
Ari regards you closely, as if youâre made out of glass and heâs trying to formulate his sentences as carefully as he can. âI didnât,â he says finally, sighing, âI was about to, butââ
âGood,â you interrupt, âI donât need you fighting him or whatever. Not on my behalf.â You narrow your eyes, âHow do you even know where his parentsâ house is?â
He hesitates, âI donât know off the top of my head, but I wouldâve found out.â He grabs your hands, his blue eyes looking earnest, which is a look you arenât used to seeing on him at all. âHeâs clearly avoiding me, but look, the sooner you tell me what exactly happened between you and him, the sooner Iâll deal with it.â
From over his shoulder, you see a group of cheerleaders walk by. In a panic, you snatch your hands away from him. Was Sharon with them? Had she seen you with him? No. She wasnât there. And yet now you feel more paranoid than ever.
âWe canât do this, Ari,â you mutter, trying to sidestep him again, âWe canât be seen together now or ever again, so just move so I can leaveââ
âNo.â
âYes!â you try not to explode or lose your patience, âThis isnât right, okay? You and me, weâre not right. Sharon doesnât deserve us going behind her back, she doesnâtââ
âI told you, I broke up with her.â
âThat doesnât make any of this okay, so just move!â
He doesnât. Instead, he grabs your arm again, tugging you somewhere deep into the corridor before you have a chance to stop him or finish your sentence. And heâs too strong to fight against, so you donât even try it. The last thing you want is to put any more attention on you or him. Even if Sharon wasnât around, one of her friends could see you with him and report back to her. And after everything that happened with you and Sharon, you wanted to come clean to her yourself, rather than have her hear about you sleeping with her boyfriend behind her back from somebody else.
âThe supply closet? Really, Ari?â You plant your hands on your hips, watching as he shuts and locks the door of the dimly lit room.
He shrugs, âIf itâll get you to stop running away from me...â
âWell, why canât you just get the message? Iâm running for a reason.â You try to push past him, but the closet is way too small to allow that type of movement. He easily grabs your waist and lifts you back in front of him, making you scowl. âLook, I donât know what you expected would happen between us when you dumped Sharon, I already told you weâre done. She doesnât deserve this.â
Ari has the audacity to look confused, âSince when do you care about her?â
âSince I developed a brain and realised what we did behind her back for months was wrong!â You explode, hating the fact that you have to spell this out for him. âYou know that she came to my dorm room the day after you dumped her? She was a mess, Ari! All because of us, and she doesnât even know it!â
 He sighs, âIf you want, I could come clean to her and tell her it was you who I was sleeping with. You shouldnât have to deal with that, itâs my problem, anyways.â
âNo, you donât say anything, Ari! Iâm going to tell her myself.â Soon.
âOkay, but trust me, donât worry about her too much. Sheâs a strong girl, sheâll bounce back.â
You stare at him incredulously. Strong girl? Bounce back? Oh, he was infuriating!
âWhatever, Ari.â You mutter, once more trying to push past him but he places you back in front of him with such ease that itâs almost comical.
âWhat happened to you that day with Steve?â He asks again, his brow furrowed.
âItâs none of your business.â
He scoffs, folding his arms over his chest. âYou came home in tears with your dress all torn up and you expect me to just go about my business as if all that was nothing?â
âYes. It shouldnât be too hard for you considering youâve left me in tears yourself a couple of times.â You think back to the frat party, how heâd left you drunk, high and in tears in the bathroom. By the guilt that flashes in Ariâs eyes, he remembers too.
âI told you I was sorry about that.â
You shrug, âWhatever. It doesnât matter anyways. You used me, and Steve used me too.â Your voice almost breaks but you clear your throat quickly, not wanting to cry in front of him.
âWhat do you mean Steve used you?â Ari grabs your shoulders with a note of urgency. âDid he do something you didnât want to do? Did he fuck you? Goddamit, I told you not to speak to him!â
Shaking out of his grasp, you feel another flash of anger. The same flash youâd felt surge through you the night youâd kicked Ari out of your dorm room. A part of you wants to start yelling and screaming again, but you know you canât do that here.
âWhat does it matter, anyways?â You snap, feeling the walls building up around you. Half of you wants to scream and the other half wants to curl up and cry. The two emotions swirl inside you like a whirlpool, making you feel lightheaded.
A handful of seconds go by and all Ari does is stare at you. You can hear him breathing hard, almost erratically, as if deciding his next move. Finally, he bends down so his face is level with yours, his hands leaving your shoulders to cup your cheeks instead. His eyes, so bright blue despite the dark mustiness of the supply closet, bore into yours so intensely.
âDid. He. Fuck. You?â
âNo.â
âDid he hurt you?â
You donât answer, instead staring at the dark nothingness beyond Ariâs shoulder. Maybe if you focused on it hard enough, you could dissociate and float away from this situation. Float away from anyone else who could hurt you or use you or manipulate you. Float away from the guilt, the shame, the sadness, all of it.
Instead, you feel the wind being knocked out of you as Ari roughly pushes you against what feels like a shelf. The wooden edges poke against your back, and your mouth curls in pain.
âListen to me. Iâm not fucking around anymore, okay? You need to tell me what happened right fucking now.â Ari growls, his face inches from yours. It seems like someoneâs ignited a fire in his eyes, twin fires â one burning bright in each eye, and you can practically feel the heat of his anger radiating from his being.
âYouâre hurting me!â You cry out pitifully.
Like a hot poker, Ari drops you immediately, regret seeping through his features before he takes a deep breath.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to hurt you. I justâŠâ He pauses, and for a second his whole face screws up and contorts, like heâs inwardly examining every corner of his brain to conjure up the right thing to say. âLook, I care about you. A lot. And these past two days have been torture, knowing that he did something to you and I couldnât protect you.â
He sounds sincere, but you know itâs all an act. He doesnât mean it, heâs only trying to be nice so he can have sex with you later, the voice inside your head cackles.
âSo just tell me what he did, and Iâllââ
 âWHAT PART OF IT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW, ARI?â You burst, âWhat part of the whole ugly thing would you like me to relive first? The part where he promised heâd take me out on a date but he took me to his bedroom instead?â You duck your head in shame, âI suppose I should be used to that by now, but I was stupid enough to let myself hope.â
Ari draws his breath but stays silent.
âOr would you rather I tell you everything he said? Down to the last fucking detail? How he basically implied that I was the worldâs biggest slut?â This time, you canât keep the tears at bay. âH-He said⊠He said I should stop acting like a nun because I had no problem with you fucking me at the party!â
You donât mention the part where Steve had also said youâd had no problem spreading your legs for Steve too the night of the party. You have yet to come to terms with and address that little detail, and so you push it back to the depths of your mind for now. Ari couldnât know about that, not when you didnât know yourself.
Instead, your face crumples up, and before you realise it, youâre heaving with tears. Waterfalls pouring down your cheeks as you cry and cry. You donât even notice Ari picking you up, you donât notice him sitting down on a nearby stool and holding you in his lap. Carefully holding your head against his chest, rocking you back and forth as his other hand rubs up and down your back.
So much for all your bravado, so much for keeping up a strong front and resisting Ari at all costs. Here you were again, crying in his arms like you always ended up doing.
âH-He was so awful!â you sob, burying your head deep in Ariâs shirt, inhaling the manly scent of his aftershave, and it calms your hurting heart a little bit. But not enough. âHe said all these mean things, and heâŠhe wouldnât stop, Ari! I k-kept saying no, but he wouldnât listen at all! It was like something came over him!â
You fist the soft material of Ariâs jersey, taking comfort in the feel of his strong arms wrapped tightly around you. His familiar, manly scent and his soft hair tickling your face as he holds you carefully against him. And despite everything, you canât help but note how strange this is. Of course, Ari had held you while you cried about a dozen times â but this seemed different. For one, he wasnât cooing sweet manipulations into your ear. He was just⊠silent. You risk peaking up at him through teary eyes, to see him looking straight ahead with a grim look on his face, the beginnings of a sneer forming on his lips.
âItâs okay,â Ari says softly, his voice sounding thick as if thereâs something stuck in his throat. Was this what true, earnest sympathy sounded like coming from him? Or was it all just an act? Youâre too busy crying and seeking solace in his warm chest to really mull it over, and the beefy basketball player continues to stroke your back, âItâs okay, baby. He wonât hurt you anymore. I promise he wonât.â
âJUST SAY IT ALREADY! Just say âI told you so!ââ You sob, âHe didnât care about me at all, Ari! Just like you said. He was just using me. He just wanted sex, or to get back at you, or both!â
He doesnât say I told you so. Instead, his lips press down on top of your head, kissing you gently. And you know you should push him away, but you reason with yourself to hold on to him just for a little bit longer. Just till you felt a little bit better. Was that so wrong?
âHe wonât hurt you again,â Ari repeats firmly, now cupping your face with both his hands so you look him dead in the eye.
âHe scared me so bad, Ari!â you sniffle, âH-He punched a wall when I said I wanted to leave, and thenâŠand then he wouldnât let me go!â
Ari mutters something unintelligible under his breath, before using the corner of his sleeve to wipe your cheeks. âHow did you get him to stop?â
âI couldnât. But thankfully, his sister was there and she stopped him.â
Ari freezes, âHis sister?â
âYes.â
âDid she say anything to you?â
âNot really,â you look down at your hands. Recounting the whole horrific ordeal with Steve had caused them to start shaking, and you grip at your skirt to get them to stop. Before you know it, Ariâs larger hands cup your own, holding them in place on your lap, stilling them, calming you.
âWell, donât worry,â Ari says firmly, âhe wonât touch you ever again. Iâll make sure of it.â
His face looks earnest, sincere. A large part of you feels comforted by him, but thereâs also a dwindling doubt in the back of your mind. A little speck of mistrust growing larger and larger, fuelled by all the times heâs hurt you. Fuelled by how Steve had hurt you. Despite the fact that you donât want to, you snatch your hands out of his and shoot up off his lap as if heâs shot you. No. You werenât going to do this again. You werenât going to fall for his false promises. Not this time.
âStop lying,â you say shakily, backing away from him slowly. âYou donât care about me so stop pretending like you do. You just want me for sex, and youâre angry that someone else got close to having me like that too. But you donât actually care about me or how I feel, Ari, so just stop lying!â
He stands up too, frowning, âIâm not lying. I dumped Sharon. Iâve been texting and calling you this whole time. Hell, Iâm standing inside a fucking supply closet just to get a minute alone with you. What part of that says I donât care?â
âYou donât care,â you repeat softly, âIt took me a while to realise it, but now I do. All Iâm good for is sex.â
âThatâs not trueââ
âYes it is!â You cry, âRemember all the times I begged to be your girlfriend and you came up with a bullshit excuse each time? Itâs because you knew that I wasnât worth anything more than a hook-up for you!â You shake your head bitterly, âGod, you mustâve been laughing behind my back at how stupid and naĂŻve I was for expecting more from you. Steveâs probably laughing too. Youâre both the same and Iâm not going to let you or him or anyone else hurt me ever again! So, for the love of God, just leave me alone!â
You turn to leave, but Ari grabs your hand.
âWhatâs it going to take to show you that I care about you? Because Iâll do it.â
You donât turn back around, waiting two long seconds before you tug your hand out of his grip. But you do open your mouth to respond â except nothing comes out. Instead, you sigh. There was really nothing more left to say, was there? Except perhaps just one more thingâŠ
âNothing, Ari. People donât just change overnight. Especially not people like you.â
You step out of the supply closet, carefully shutting the door behind you and finally walking away. And hopefully this time, itâs for good.
***
Ari: WTF. Why did you change your lock???
Ari: Stop avoiding me.
Ari: If you werenât so hellbent on ignoring me, youâd know that I have changed. Just give me a chance to prove it to you.
Ari: ???????
Ari: Steveâs still dodging me, by the way. Me and Curtis went over to his frat house but he wasnât there again. Clearly, heâs afraid of me, but donât worry. I promise Iâll make him pay for what he did.
The days go by, and Ari continues to text you daily all while you lock yourself up in your room and pretty much avoid the outside world. And his last text makes you want to tear your hair out. Why couldnât Ari just butt out of your life and stop trying to fight Steve on your behalf!? Youâd never asked for that; you didnât want that! You just wished the whole ordeal with Steve had never even happened, you wished you could will it out of existence.
And speaking of Steve, he still texted you too. Not as frequently as Ari, which made him better at taking a hint than he was at planning first dates. But you still received a message from him every now and againâŠ
Steve: I get it. I fucked it all up.
Steve: I need to see you again. Iâll make it right. Please.
And sure, there was a tiny part of you that did want to hear Steve out. But you were afraid of him, afraid of what heâd do or say. Plus, heâd literally lied to you, pretended he was interested in having a relationship with you when really, he just wanted sex. So, who was to say he wouldnât lie again? Oh God, everything felt so wrong, how could he possibly make anything right!?
And why couldnât you just block them both and move on!? You wish you could, yet you canât find it in you to block or delete either of their numbers. Not Ariâs, and not even Steveâs. Maybe itâs the naĂŻve little girl inside you, the insecure little girl who wants to hold on to the only male attention sheâs ever gotten â despite the fact that your relationships with both men had gone up in smoke. And so you settle with just muting and archiving their chats. Out of sight, out of mind â except not really. But itâs the best you can do for now.
And you feel more alone now than ever. With Wanda always preoccupied with Curtis, you had nobody to confide your heartbreak in. But ironically, you began to grow closer with Sharon. On the rare occasions you actually left your dorm room and made it into campus for your lectures, she always seemed to find you. You realised quickly that she no longer hung out with her usual cheerleader friends. Either she herself had opted to leave them, or theyâd decided to leave her because she was no longer the basketball captainâs girlfriend. Either way, you didnât ask.
âItâs probably one of them,â Sharon mutters darkly one day as the two of you walk past a gaggle of cheerleaders, âThe bitch he was cheating on me with. Itâs probably one of them.â
You gulp. You had yet to come clean to her â but you could never find the right moment. And as time went by and she started spending more and more time with you, it got even harder to just drop the bomb and be like, oh hey, by the way! That bitch who your boyfriend cheated on you with? That was me!
But apart from all that, Sharon was good company. Both of you were dealing with heartbreak (she seemed to be dealing with hers better than you were dealing with yours), and so there was a kind of understanding between the two of you. Not to mention, hanging out with her turned out to be useful in keeping Ari away from you. Any time he spotted you on campus, heâd start making a beeline for you before freezing when he realised you were with her.
âYou know, I think I figured out why both Ari and Steve treated us the way they did.â Sharon pipes up one day whilst the two of you are leaving campus. âItâs because weâre too nice.â
âHm?â You barely utter a word, just wanting to get home and wallow in bed. You hadnât told Sharon the extent of what had happened between you and Steve on your âdate.â All she knew was that it was over, and you never wanted to speak to him again.
âYeah, itâs because weâre too nice. Bad bitches donât get their hearts broken, but nice girls always do.â She says, unscrewing her lip gloss and touching up her lips. Unlike you, sheâd gotten some of her pep back since her breakup. In a way, you were glad. Youâd rather her be happy than you â she deserved it after getting cheated on.Â
You manage to laugh cynically, which eggs the blonde on as she continues.
âIâm serious. From here on out, letâs promise not to take any shit from anyone. That way, no one can hurt us again.â
No one hurting you ever again? That sounded like a dream. You knew you could be naĂŻve at times, especially months ago when Ari had first started hooking up with you. Back then, you really thought youâd hit the jackpot and found yourself the perfect boyfriend. Now, months later, it was like youâd mentally matured at rapid speed. Could you be tougher now? Stop being the stupid, naĂŻve little girl that kept getting played by men?
âThatâs easier said than done,â you remark softly.
Sharon shrugs, âItâs worth a shot. I think if you act like an ice queen well enough, people are gonna know not to fuck with you. So, like, next time Steve tries to approach you or sweet-talk you into taking him back, just act like you couldnât care less. Keep a strong resolve, heâll get the message.â
You think back to all the times in the past youâve tried to keep a strong resolve. Not with Steve, but with Ari. And every single time, youâd ended up crumbling and crying in his arms. Giving him the perfect opportunity to manipulate you again. Would the same thing happen with Steve? Who could be extremely charming and angelic when he wanted to be? You hoped notâŠ
Turns out you donât have to wonder that for too long. Because as you walk up to your dorm building after parting ways with Sharon, you see Steve sitting on the stairs of the entrance. He stands up quickly when he spots you, and your heartbeat quickens. Oh no, why was he here!?
âI didnât mean to ambush you,â Steve calls out when you stop dead in your tracks a few feet away from him. âBut you wouldnât return any of my calls.â He starts making his way over to you, and you remain frozen in place. Despite every cell in your body screaming for you to run.
âPlease, stay away from me.â You mumble.
Steve stops short, holding his hands up defensively, âIâm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to apologise.â His face softens, and you notice how heâs got a bit of facial hair now, like he hasnât shaved since you last saw him. His hair looks scruffier too. Heâs also got dark circles under his eyes, like he hasnât slept. In fact, in his black hoodie (the hood up) and black sweats, he looks about as depressed as you feel.
âSorry, Iâm not interested in your apology.â You stick your nose up and resume walking, trying your hardest to follow Sharonâs advice and be the stone-faced ice queen who didnât let anything phase her.
Steve, of course, follows you up the steps and into your building.
âI wasnât thinking straight that day in my bedroom. Sometimes I get like that.â
âI donât care.â You try to sound nonchalant, but now youâre a bit scared. What if he followed you all the way up to your room? Forced his way inside? Locked the door and had his way with you like how heâd tried to last time? There was no Kira here to pacify him, either⊠Abruptly, you turn around, trying to keep your voice from shaking, âSteve, please donât follow me inside.â
He bites his lip, looking every bit as handsome as he always did. Which sucked, because he deserved to have somehow become ugly after how horrible heâd been the last time youâd seen him. But no such luck, he still looked angelic. A bit dark and twisted and scruffy, but angelic nevertheless.
âBut I need to explain to you why I acted the way I did.â
A bitter chuckle forces itself out your mouth, fear momentarily forgotten. âI know why you acted the way you did. You wanted sex, and you thought I was so naĂŻve and easy, that I would easily provide it for you. And when I didnât, you lost it.
âNo, thatâs not it at all!â
You jump at his tone, but try to keep your expression unfazed. âWell, I donât care and Iâm not interested.â
He clenches his fists, his jaw tensing too. But he relaxes when he notices the way your eyes widen in fear, and how you take a few steps back.
âPlease, fuck, just donât be scared of me.â He holds his hands up defensively again, and this time, you notice one of them is bandaged up. The one he punched the wall with. âIâm not going to hurt you.â
âNo, you already did that, Steve.â You turn back around and continue walking up to your dorm room, trying so hard to appear nonchalant.
âIâm not the best at controlling my emotions, okay?â He calls out behind you, and the steady patter of his footsteps reveals heâs still following you as you go up the stairs of your building. âMy parents, theyâve made me see a bunch of doctors for it, and lately Iâve been able to cope but Iâll admit, something inside me snapped that day, and I took it out on you when I shouldnât have, andââ
 âDIDNâT YOU HEAR ME? I SAID IâM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY!â You reach your door before angrily whipping around, âJust leave me alone, alright? I donât care if youâre sorry, it doesnât take back the fact that you lied and made it seem like you wanted to date me when really all you wanted was sex! Not to mention, all the vile things you said and how scary you got. Now just leave me the fuck alone!â
Quickly, you slip inside your room and slam your door shut, locking it at lightning speed. Steve calls out your name, he knocks, he rattles your doorknob. And all you do is lean against the door, breathing fast and willing yourself not to cry. It was okay, he wouldnât hurt you. There was a locked door between the two of you.
â(Y/N), please. Just give me another chance,â Steve knocks again, âI know I acted like a complete asshole, okay? I knew it the second I snapped out of it. And I really didnât mean to say all those things.â
You feel that sudden flash of anger again. Bolting through you like lightning. After everything heâd said to you, after heâd forced himself on you⊠The best he could come up with was âI was an asshole and I didnât mean it,â!? No, you couldnât let him get off that easily. There were things that needed explaining and questions that needed to be answered.
Before you can think better of it, you throw the door back open. Of course, heâs still standing there, and you muster up the toughest, most ice queen-esque expression you can possibly make.
âFine. We can talk.â You fold your arms over your chest, âBut you need to answer me honestly. So donât try to lie or manipulate me.â
Steve nods immediately, âOkay. Thank you.â He steps forward, as if heâs trying to get into your room. You quickly raise a hand up.
âNo. Out here.â You donât feel comfortable being in a bedroom alone with him. You take a deep breath, âYou said that I spread your legs for you the night of the party. What did we do? And donât lie.â
âWe hooked up.â Steve meets your steely gaze evenly, before shaking his hoodie off his head and running a hand through his scruffy hair. Itâs gotten long enough that the ends are starting to curl up, kind of like how Ariâs do â not that that was relevant at all right now. âIn the cab when I was taking you home. We didnât have sex, but we hooked up and I got you off.â
You wrack your brain, willing yourself to remember that night. But all you can muster up are fragmented pieces of memory. In the car with him, and you remembered how good heâd smelled. You remember his varsity jacket, and how it had somehow ended up around your shoulders. But⊠what else? Oh! You remember being in his lap, you remember the car hitting some bumps, and⊠Oh.
You nod slowly, âSo then why did you lie? At the practice game, when you couldâve mentioned what happened?â
Steve exhales, âI did, but you were all confused. I thought youâd remember, but when I realised you didnât, I just⊠Well, I donât know why I didnât say anything. I just⊠didnât.â
For a guy who was so hell bent on explaining things to you, his explanations sure did suck.
You laugh bitterly, âNo, you were too busy flaunting me in front of Ariâs face during that practice.â God, how could you have been so stupid!?
âLook, I said Iâd answer everything and tell you the whole truth,â He shifts from one foot to the other, scratching his neck as if debating whether to say what heâs about to say, âAnd yes, Iâll admit that a part of me was using you to get to Ari.â
It feels like a punch to your gut. Youâd suspected it, but the fact that he was so readily confirming it made it all the worse. With just a few words, Steve had confirmed all your insecurities. Not only did he not want to date you, not only was he just using you for sex⊠Oh no, as if that wasnât enough, heâd also been using you as a pawn in whatever sick, longstanding rivalry he had with Ari.
Donât cry, donât cry, donât cryâŠ
âPlease donât cry,â Steve steps forward, closing the gap between the two of you. And youâre so distraught by the bomb heâs dropped on you, that you donât even try to run away from him. Instead, you lean against the door, breathing heavily, trying to keep your tears at bay.
He continues, âThis is me being honest, alright? Something Ari never is with you. And yes, I wanted him to be jealous, I wanted to get a rise out of him, so I flaunted you in front of him. But that doesnât mean I didnât care about you. I still care about you.â
âHow can you possibly say you care about me after everything youâve just admitted?â You manage to get out as you try to get your breathing back into order.
âBecause I do care! I think Iâd know what Iâm feeling better than you would!â Heâs growing visibly frustrated. âFuck, sorry. Iâm so bad at explaining shit.â He smacks his forehead hard several times and yet you donât even have it in you to flinch.
âGoddamit, look, Iâll start from the beginning.â He takes a few, gulping breaths. âWhen I first saw you at the party, it had nothing to do with Ari, I didnât even know that you knew him. I approached you that night because you looked cute and lost, and I liked how feisty and sweet you wereââ
âThatâs a lie!â You wipe at your eyes roughly, âThatâs a fucking lie, Steve. Arenât you forgetting what you said last time you saw me? You knew what Ari and I did that night, you called me a slut for spreading my legs for him in the middle of a party! And you expected Iâd do the same for you.â
âNo, thatâs not it at all!â
He gulps as if trying to get his breathing even once more, and you realise thatâs his way of calming himself down. And you can tell that heâs trying, that heâs trying so hard not to have a meltdown like last time, and you just look at him apprehensively. You know you could back away at any moment, slam the door in his face again and lock it and be done with him. And yet, your feet remain planted in place, as if a part of you just has to hear him out.
âIâm sorry I called you a slut. Itâs all a big fucking blank in my head, like I blacked out and said all those things. And I never saw you and Ari fucking at the party or anything like that. I only found that out days later through the grapevine. But I shouldnât have used it against you, that was wrong of me. Iâm sorry I fucked it all up by saying that. You didnât deserve it.â
You shake your head but he hurriedly continues, âI was always going to ask you out, Ari or no Ari. Itâs only when I saw how jealous he got when he saw you with me, that I realised how much he liked you. That he liked you more than he liked his own girlfriend. Thatâs when I realised I could be with you and get back at him at the same time.â
Get back at him!? For what? Did you even care, at this point?
Anger. Fear. Confusion. Pure fucking discombobulation. Thatâs what you feel. So much so, that you donât even know what to say or how to act.
Steve takes your lack of response as his cue, moving forward and reach out to cup the side of your face slowly. And you fucking hate how soft and warm his hand feels, how itâs bigger than your whole head yet feels gentle at the same time. Gentle, when the last time heâd had his hands on you, heâd been holding you down on his bed while he tried to force himself on you.
âBut I like you too,â Steve says quietly, almost like a whisper, âI like you more than he ever could. And whenever I like something, whenever I have something good in my life, I always fuck it up. But this time, for once in my life I want to make things right.â
âI kept telling you to stop,â you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut as the memories from that night barge their way back into your head. âY-You ripped my dress.â
âIâm so sorry, baby girl.â
âYou wouldnât stop, Steve. Itâs like you werenât there, like something came over you and you werenât there anymore.â
He nods fervently, his fingers stroking your cheek, âThatâs what Iâm trying to tell you. I canât help that Iâm like this, I really fucking wish I could be normal and react normally to things like how other people do. I wish it more than anything in the fucking world.â
Itâs like heâs a completely different man from the one youâd first met and thought you knew. The man whoâd been so shrouded in mystery, oozing with confidence and charm. His intense aura, the smoothness with how heâd spoken to you in the past. But in this moment, itâs like all of that had melted away. And here he was, stripped back. Rough round the edges with bags under his eyes, an earnest look on his face. And this time when you look into his eyes, for a moment itâs like you really see him; you see someone fighting to be normal, desperate for another chance. Oh, should youâŠ?
And then you blink. And there it is again: Steve, the very same man, saying all those vile things to you. All because you wouldnât fuck him. Him ripping your dress, him holding you down. Him losing his temper. Him punching the wall. The way heâd held you so hard, not letting you leave. That dark, faraway look in his eyes. How scared youâd been⊠And here you were, letting him cup your face and speak all tenderly with you!?
What if he got like that again?
Itâs like a lash of electricity jolts through you. You push Steve away hard.
âListen to me carefully, Steve, because Iâm not gonna say this again. Youâre not who I thought you were. You lied about what happened on the night we met, and you lied about your intentions with me. It doesnât matter if you say you wanted to date me, because your past actions speak louder than whatever words youâre saying now.â You take a deep breath, âThatâs why I want you to leave me alone. Forever. Just walk out right now and never look back. Because Iâm done with you. And I really, truly mean it.â
He freezes, an unreadable expression on his face. A myriad of emotions flitter through his eyes. Shock, sadness, anger. Disbelief. Resignation. And thenâŠ
âAnd what about Ari?â He says quietly, âYouâre choosing him?â
âNo, Iââ
Steve spits out a bitter laugh, as if he wasnât gently cupping your face and promising you everything just five seconds ago.
âYou donât know him, (Y/N). Okay fine, I wasnât completely honest with you and I guess that means Iâve fucked things up between us forever. But you think Ari hasnât lied to you?â
âI know heâs liedââ
âYOU DONâT KNOW THE HALF OF IT!â Out of nowhere, he raises his voice. And it cuts you like a sword, reverberating off the walls. You flinch at the booming loudness of his words, the aggressiveness back on his angelic face and now heâs scaring you again. âYou donât know what heâs done, okay!?â
âYouâre scaring me.â
You try to say it calmly, but your voice breaks right at the end. Steve blinks rapidly, several times. Breathing hard, he looks down at his fingers which are enclosed tightly around your arm. Just like that day in his room. Like a hot poker, he drops it immediately. And again, itâs like heâs waking up from some sort of a momentary trance. Or rather, a momentary wave of anger.
âIâm sorry,â he repeats in a low tone, âbut if you knew the things heâs done, you wouldnât have picked himââ
âI HAVENâT PICKED HIM!â Itâs your turn to explode. âI didnât pick him, Steve. This isnât about picking anyone. Iâm done with you, and Iâm done with Ari too. Iâm picking neither of you. Goodbye.â
You turn around and slam your door shut before he can get another word out.
***
âItâs like, a fundraising gala type thing held at the Hilton. The money raised gets split down the middle, half going towards the basketball team and half towards the cheerleaders,â Sharon explains, twirling a piece of her blonde hair around her finger. âWhich, by the way, I think is totally lame, because the basketball team doesnât even need any more funding. Unlike the cheerleaders.â
She swivels around in your desk chair, her sock clad feet waving around in the air. Outside, the sun sparkles and a gentle breeze flows in through your window. The weather had been great lately, as if the atmosphere knew youâd finished the final chapter of the Ari and Steve saga and closed the book on both of them. As if nature itself was willing you to go outside and begin your new chapter, one where you were sexy and single and thriving.
So then why could you still not find it in you to step outside of your room on most days?
âIâve been on the planning and decorating committee for the Athletic Societyâs Annual Gala for the past two years,â Sharon continues, âitâs like, one of the biggest events of the year. All these important sports execs and school alumni show up, not to mention half the college. Wanda, Iâm guessing youâre going with Curtis, right?â
âHuh?â Wanda glances up from her phone for a split second, looking as if she has not the slightest clue what Sharon is on about. Burying her nose back into her screen, her acrylics start tapping ferociously. And it doesnât take a rocket scientist to guess who sheâs texting. In fact, you were surprised when sheâd showed up alongside Sharon outside your dorm room this morning. It was very hard to pin down Wanda lately, since all her time was devoted to her boyfriend.
Sharon raises an eyebrow before shifting her attention back to you, âWell anyways, I think this would be a great opportunity for you to get out of your funk, Y/N. We could go together! As friends, obviously.â She adds hastily.
You manage to muster up a smile, âI donât knowâŠâ
âOh, come on! Itâs been weeks since you ended things with Steve!â Sharon says, and you no longer shiver when his name is mentioned. Itâs like the last confrontation you had with him cleared up the fog in your head a little bit. It still depressed you to the core, to know that youâd been used, but at least you didnât flinch at his name anymore. That was something.
Heâd also stopped texting you at all anymore. Which you should be happy about, and yet you still found yourself looking at your chat with him. God, what was wrong with you!? Heâd finally left you alone just like how youâd wanted him to, and yet a part of you still felt like it was yearning for him.
âAnd I know how much you love dressing up and doing your makeup. Hey, we could even go shopping together for dresses!â The blonde claps her hands, clearly unaware of your current inner turmoil as she works herself up into a frenzy.
âWe could make it into a proper girlâs night,â She sits on the other end of your bed with a bounce, âHey, Wanda, why donât you get ready with us too? You could always just meet Curtis there.â
Wanda scoffs, âUh, no. I think Iâll go with my boyfriend, thank you very much.â
Sharon rolls her eyes, âUgh. Fuck boyfriends. I was gonna go with Ari, but thatâs obviously not happening anymore. Plus, a girlâs night sounds a lot more fun.â
Your poor, gullible, traitorous heart jolts. âAriâs gonna be there?â
Unlike Steve, Ari was still texting you and trying to somehow see you in person. Youâd successfully avoided him since the supply closet meeting. And yet, you couldnât stop thinking about him either. God, were you just incapable of not thinking about the two fuckboys who had fucked your entire life up!?
âYep, but it wonât bother me, I promise.â Sharon says determinedly, âThe banquet hall is huge, so Iâll easily just avoid him. Heâs probably gonna be super busy, anyways. Word has it that theyâre giving him the Basketball MVP award this year.â
âOh,â you breathe, before quickly clearing your throat, âI donât know, Sharon. It sounds like fun, butââ
âCurtis says that heâs going to the gala with the basketball team, and that no one else is bringing dates,â Wanda interrupts you as she reads the latest text from her boyfriend. Finally, she looks up, âI guess Iâll go with you girls, then.â
âGreat!â Sharon cheers, âYouâre in too, right, Y/N?â
You smile, not really knowing what to say. Being in the same banquet hall as Ari and Sharon? At the same time? That was just trouble waiting to happen.
But is this how you were going to spend the rest of the college year? Letting your feelings towards Ari dictate where you went and didnât go? You think about the old you, the one before Ari or Steve or anyone. The one who loved to dress up and go out to have fun. Before Wanda had got a boyfriend, the two of you used to go out all the time. Another girlsâ night wouldnât harm anyone, would it?
Sharon senses your hesitation, âCome on,â she urges, âItâs not like Steveâs even gonna be there. Itâs strictly a St. Andrewsâ event.â
You bite your lip. You doubted youâd ever see Steve again. Clearly, since he no longer texted you either. And a part of you is bittersweet as you think about what could have been. Absentmindedly, your eyes divert to your desk chair, where his blue and white varsity jacket still lies. You hadnât even thought to throw it away. You bet it still smells like himâŠ
Oh God, you had to get over him. Get over both of them and get the fuck out of this funk you were in. So what if Ari would be there too? This was your chance to prove to yourself that his presence didnât make a difference in how you lived your life.
You take a deep breath, âOkay. Iâll go.â
***
 PART II
âOpen up, sleepyhead. Iâm not leaving and Iâll camp outside your door if you donât open it.â
Youâd woken up the next day to a loud knocking on your door. And youâd tried to ignore him. You really had. It was so much easier to just remain in bed, rotting and feeling sorry for yourself despite the promise youâd made yourself to get over the two men whoâd betrayed your trust, and get out of the funk you were in. But the knocking was incessant, going from soft-knuckled raps to full on banging. You were sure heâd wake up your entire building, and then youâd have to pay a noise fine.
Thatâs why Iâm opening the door, you think to yourself. Not because I actually want to see him.
And thereâs Ari, standing outside your door with a picnic basket under his arm. And he looks kind of funny, his big athletic self holding such a dainty little thing. He also looks extremely pleased with himself, and you donât even have the energy within you to argue with him or tell him to leave. You and him had gone non-contact ever since the confrontation inside the supply closet. Or rather, youâd gone non-contact whilst Ari tried to find ways to talk to you. He couldnât corner you on campus anymore because you were usually with Sharon, and youâd changed your locks so he couldnât exactly barge into your dorm room like how he used to.
âGo away, Ari.â
âHey, nice to see you too. I come bearing food, because I know you havenât eaten. And donât ask me how I know, I just know.â Ari says breezily, and you frown at how chipper heâs acting. As if the last time youâd seen him you hadnât stormed away and told him the two of you could never see each other again.
He follows you inside, and you quickly swipe Steveâs varsity jacket under your desk so he doesnât see it. You donât know why you still havenât thrown it out but you really canât be bothered to get into another fight with Ari over it.
Earlier in the day, Sharon had texted you asking if youâd wanted to hang out. Youâd declined, finding the comfortability of your bed and the prospect of watching old reruns of trashy reality television much more interesting. What you hadnât expected was Ari Levinson of all people showing up at your door, however. Although, youâre not too surprised. He was still texting you nonstop, wanting to show you how heâd âchanged.â
Ari plops the picnic basket on top of your desk, and you sigh, sitting down on your desk chair while he grabs a stool. You already know how this is going to go. Heâd tell you to open it, youâd say no, heâd say yes, youâd say no again. Then heâd open it and make you see the contents anyways. You decide to stop wasting either of your time and look inside the basket yourself.
âCheese sandwiches?â
âUh huh. And donât knock it till you try one, sweetheart. My mom makes these for me.â Ari winks before flashing you a smile. And doesnât contain even a hint of his usual cockiness or smugness â itâs just a regular little smile that makes his eyes light up all pretty too. And youâre not used to it at all, it looks almost displaced on his face. Was he being genuine? You canât even tell anymore. But probably not.
You pick one up and eye it carefully, and your heart canât help but throb at the thought of him standing in his kitchen making it for you. Big, bad basketball captain fuckboy Ari Levinson carefully cutting the sandwich into little triangles and packing it up for you in this little picnic basket. How had Ari even gotten hold of a picnic basket to begin with?
âSo, itâs a family recipe?â You take a cautious bite.
âYep. Passed down from generation to generation. Donât ask me how you make it because itâs a Levinson family secret,â he grabs a sandwich of his own and wolfs it down in two bites, âI mean, you could always become a Levinson yourself and have my kid, then Iâd tell you.â
Your cheeks heat up. Oh, a few weeks ago he didnât even want a relationship with you and now he was joking about marriage and kids?! Would you ever understand him?
âIt must be some recipe,â you remark, trying your best to keep your tone even and unamused. Instead of looking at him, you observe the sandwich. It tastes good â heâs used some type of expensive artisan bread and fancy cheese. A step above your average grilled cheese, and it tastes even better on an empty stomach since he was right, you hadnât eaten anything since last night.
âIt is. Have another one,â he thrusts another sandwich in your hand.
Your frown, âAri, stop, I donât wantââ
âYou havenât eaten all day, (Y/N).â His tone drops, growing more serious.
âWell, stop acting like you care!â You shoot back.
But Ari looks unperturbed as he helps himself to a third sandwich (he was going through them remarkably fast), âI do care.â
âYou donât.â
âI do.â
âYou donât.â
âYes, I fucking do,â he says, the slight sharpness in his voice taking you aback. âWhat other girl have I cooked for and lugged a fucking picnic basket halfway across campus for?â
You settle back begrudgingly, taking another bite out of the sandwich, âIâd hardly call this cooking.â
You know you sound mean and bitter, but itâs like you canât help it. Like thereâs a deep black hole filled with anger still swirling within you. Anger at both Ari and Steve and you donât know how to sort through it or make it go away.
âOh yeah? Well, youâve never cooked for me so Iâd say youâre hardly an expert on the subject.â Ari shoots back, grabbing another sandwich from the picnic basket as well as a can of soda. âYou want a coke?â
âNo.â
You start tearing your sandwich into tiny pieces just so you have something else to focus on and you donât have to look at his face. Because youâre afraid this newfound earnesty of his, afraid it would reel you back in hook, line and sinker. Afraid he was just putting on an act to convince you heâd âchanged.â Thatâs also why youâre being cold â you canât let your walls down with him again. Not this time. Not when Sharon was literally your friend now.
âSo, I was thinking we could catch a movie after we eat,â Ari continues talking all casually as if the majority of the conversation so far hasnât been extremely one-sided. âHave you seen the new Godzilla vs Kong? Probably not, youâre not into stuff like that.â He pauses only to consume his sandwich in two huge bites, before grabbing another one. His voracious appetite almost makes you smile. Almost. The only other times youâd seen him look this starved was when he was going down on youâŠ
No, stop! Donât think about that!
âSure, we could watch some girly movie instead, but youâd have to pick it because I have no idea about shit like that, obviouslyââ
âI told you; we canât go anywhere that Sharon or someone might see us. Besides, the last thing I want to do is go out with you. In fact, you can show yourself out now because Iâm gonna go back to bedââ
Ari slams his coke can down on your desk with a loud clunk. You jump, before narrowing your eyes at him. First, he practically broke into your room, then forced you to eat his dumb sandwiches. Now he was making obnoxious noises? Oh, you were just about done with himâ
âThatâs it.â he grunts, standing up to his full height. You gape up at him, suddenly nervous. You barely have the chance to yelp before he grabs your arm, yanking you up with him.
âHey! What do you think youâre doing?!â
He lifts you up off the ground with ease, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You start pounding on his back immediately, but you only hear him snort in return.
âPut me down right now, Ari! Iâm not in the mood for this! Put me down!â
âI gave you a pass to be a little sassy, but you need to remember whoâs in charge.â He starts walking across the room. And you may as well have been an insect on his back with how unbothered he was by you wiggling and trying to fight out of his grip. Oh god, what was he going to do?!
Panic bubbles up in your chest, your heartrate increasing tenfold in about five seconds flat. You struggle harder against him, before realising thereâs no use. He was way too strong. You shut your eyes and brace yourself; any moment now heâd throw you on the bed and have his way with you just like he always did, just like how Steve had tried to do, and youâd be powerless to stop him because you couldnât stop anyone, and they all just wanted one thing, andâ
âPlease donât,â you whisper, on the verge of tears, âPlease, I canât have sex. I donât want to have sex, please donât make me. Please, please donât make me.â
Ari freezes, and you wish you could see his expression but in your current predicament, dangling over his shoulder, you cannot. But then he starts walking again, and he goes straight past your bed. Thatâs when you notice the picnic basket in his other hand.
âIâm not trying to sleep with you.â He mutters.
Oh. But then what was he doing?
You get your answer less than a moment later, when he swings your door open and carries you outside. Thatâs when you start punching his back again.
âAri, take me back inside! Iâm serious, okay? Someoneâs gonna seeââ
âThen I suggest you stop making so much noise thatâs gonna attract attention towards us.â He shoots back, giving you a reprimanding pat on your thigh. Not your ass, you note, but your thigh. Immediately, you shut up. But you fix a scowl on your face, vowing youâd keep it there permanently until he could see it.
A minute later, he dumps you unceremoniously into the passenger seat of his car. By the time you scramble into sitting position, heâs already in the driverâs seat. The doors, predictably, are locked.
âSo, it wasnât enough that you barged into my dorm room uninvited. You felt the need to kidnap me, too?â You snap, irritated yet at the same time slightly amused. But you canât let him know that. No, you had to maintain your ice queen persona.
âPlease,â Ari snorts, starting up the car. âYou were talking about going back to bed. If anything, Iâm doing you a favour. Itâs a nice day, sweetheart, let the sun shine on your face for a few hours.â
You deepen your scowl, crossing your arms over your chest, âIâm not going outside.â
âYes, you are.â
âNo, Iâm literally not, Ari. Because you didnât even think to let me put my shoes on.â You wiggle your bare toes, suddenly feeling the strong urge to smile at the ridiculousness of your whole predicament. But you pout to cover it up, suppressing whatever amusement youâre feeling because you donât want him to see.
âDonât fucking pout, it makes me want to kiss you.â Ari murmurs, keeping his eyes on the road but you can see him licking his lips.
âDonât.â
âDid I say I was going to? I said I want to. Thereâs a difference.â
Again, you want to smile. You quickly turn your head away, looking out the window instead, watching the trees and buildings roll by as he drives you out of campus. âWhatever, just stay away from me.â
âDonât be a brat.â Thereâs a warning edge to his tone, one that youâve come to know very well. But surprisingly, you donât feel unsafe. For once, you feel like maybe he wonât just stop the car in the middle of nowhere and try to fuck you.
Youâve been in Ariâs car before, and youâre no stranger to how it always goes when youâre in here. Back in the early days of you two hooking up, heâd pick you up in the dead of the night. And you were so innocent, youâd think of these midnight drives as romantic, magical even. Heâd have a cigarette in his mouth, his long hair either slicked back or flowing in the cool night air. A wild look in his eyes as heâd pull you inside and kiss you headily while still trying to focus on the road. And heâd have one hand on your thigh, squeezing it before pushing his fingers between your legs.
In his hazy, smoke-filled car, youâd always find yourself underneath him. Splayed out in his backseat while he licked his lips and loomed above you. His dark silhouette so handsome, and you remember thinking how he was such a bad boy, and you were such a good girl, and how hot it was. Heâd tell you how much he loved the tight little skirts you always wore, and yet heâd always rip them in half and then laugh and kiss you when you pouted. Tell you how heâd been waiting all day to fuck you, how he just couldnât wait now that he had you, that heâd been thinking about you and him, that he just had to have you now.
You remember feeling like such a little girl compared to him. Ari was a senior after all, and you only a freshman. Once, youâd tried to impress him by wearing red lipstick. That night, heâd pulled you over the console and made you suck his dick. Till your red lip prints were all over his fat cock, and heâd told you how you were such a good girl, and he loved how cute you were, and that he knew you were trying to impress him.
 All those nights in his car, and you remember each time youâd ask him if heâd broken up with Sharon, and each time heâd tell you that he was âworking on it.â That he didnât see a future with her, that you were so much more special. âI canât stop thinking about you and I,â heâd say, blue eyes dreamy and you thought he sounded so earnest. And eagerly youâd say the same, excited that someone like him could ever be that interested in someone like you.
And then heâd push you into the backseat, or heâd stay in the driverâs seat and pull you into his lap. Or sometimes, if the place you were parked at was secluded enough, he would take you on the hood of his car. Fuck you in every way imaginable, use your body for his pleasure whilst also giving you the most intense pleasure youâd ever felt. And sometimes, the moonlight would reflect off his eyes and make him look like something so special, and youâd feel so special, and youâd feel like you were in a movie. You still remember it now.
You doubt Ari does, though. You doubt those nights were ever special to him.
âWhere are we?â You ask fifteen minutes later when he pulls up somewhere. You peer out the window and see trees â a bunch of them. Heâs parked in a clearing, only a single dirt road leading up to it and the rest of the area covered in a thick forest of trees. The sun sparkles through the leaves, and you can hear birds chirping louder than you ever do back in the city. âAre we in the woods?â
âYep.â Heâs out of the car in an instant, grabbing the picnic backet which heâd thrown haphazardly into the backseat before making his way to your door. âCâmon, letâs go.â
âIf you think Iâm going to hike out into the woods barefootââ
Ari scoffs, âDonât worry your pedicured little feet off, princess,â he turns around, âHop on.â
You eye him carefully, as if youâre assessing a threat. Going into the woods with Ari of all people may not be the best of gameplans for someone who was actively trying to avoid men in general. When Steve had forced himself on you, it had been in his room and luckily Kira had been nearby. The secluded woods, however, were a completely different story.
And yet, itâs like you know deep down that Ari wonât do anything. Not this time. Then again, youâve been wrong about him before. Were you being naĂŻve all over again?
Maybe you were, but you hop on to his back anyways. His muscular arms catch you easily as you wind your legs around his waist. Your arms lock around his neck and you nestle close to him instinctively. So close that you can smell his grape shampoo, and you admire how pretty his hair is, how it curls up slightly at the base of his neck like heâs a movie star or something.
You hate how youâre still so attracted to him.
He gives you a piggyback ride all the way into the woods, and itâs kind of neat being up so high. Ari was so tall, and with you on his back you felt like you were six foot six inches too. So this is what he sees, you think to yourself, finally indulging in the nature that surrounds the two of you. The way the oak trees soar up as high as skyscrapers, how the smaller trees sway with the breeze. The rustling of the leaves, and you think you hear a distant trickling of water, too.
âItâs nice here, isnât it?â Ari breaks the comfortable silence, continuing to trek forward into the woods.
Youâre about to heartily agree, before you remember the cold persona youâre meant to be adopting with him. So, in the dullest, most bored and nonchalant voice you can muster up, you say: âItâs whatever, I guess.â
He snorts.
You frown, âAre you laughing at me?â
âNope.â He sounds amused.
âYes, you are!â
âWell, itâs cute how youâre trying so hard to be something youâre clearly not.â
Youâre thankful that he canât see the way your jaw drops open, âAnd what exactly do you think Iâm trying to be?â
He shrugs, inadvertently bouncing you up and down on his back.
âDonât worry, sweetheart. I like this sassy side of you. Especially since I know youâre still the same naĂŻve little baby on the inside.â He looks back at you, and you catch a glimpse of his glittering eyes, framed by those impossibly long eyelashes.
âI am not!â
Ari chuckles, âYou can act as tough as you want, it amuses me how cute you look when you do it.â
You scowl, despite the fact that his constant flirting was starting to thaw you from the inside out, making your cheeks burn and your mind feel more muddled than ever. What was the truth and what was a manipulation? This was him just trying to win you over so he could fuck you, right?? Or maybe, maybe he genuinely liked you⊠Maybeâ
You forcibly make yourself scowl again, âFuck you.â
âSay that again and Iâll drop you,â He threatens.
âDonât you dare!â You squeal, winding your arms tighter around his neck, almost choking him.
He snickers as if heâs cracked the funniest joke in the world, before continuing to walk. The two of you settle into another spell of comfortable silence. You take in all the bushes full of wild berries, the pretty flowers that are luckily in full bloom, scenting the air with a sweet fragrance that tickles your nostrils pleasantly. Another gentle breeze has you relaxing more against Ari, and youâre almost about to nuzzle your face against his strong shoulder before you catch yourself and freeze.
âI discovered this place last year,â Ari announces five minutes later, gently setting you down on a patch of vibrant grass. To your delight, only a few feet away from you is a stream! The water flows and sparkles in the afternoon sunlight, rushing over rocks and plants and making a pleasant trickling sound that has an oddly calming effect on you. And the grass feels nice against your toes, so much so that you donât even mind your bare feet on the ground.
You donât say anything, just watching as Ari settles down beside you with the picnic basket. You stretch your limbs out, secretly happy that he brought you out here, that you didnât spend another day rotting in bed.
âI found this place last year,â Ari repeats, âA few of us were camping nearby and I hiked out further away to see if I could get cell reception. Thatâs when I found this place.â He leans back, lying down completely with his arms crossed behind his head, âItâs nice and private here, huh?â
A thought enters your head, jolting you down to the core, âPrivate? So, this where you brought Sharon? Or your other hookups?â
âNo. Youâre the first person Iâve ever brought here.â
The straightforwardness of his answer jars you, and you find you have no quip or jab to respond with. Instead, hesitantly, you lie down too. A few inches away from him, but he makes no move to grab you or pull you closer. A large part of you is relieved, but you want to strangle the tiny part of you thatâs disappointed that heâs not touched you.
âItâs nice.â You say finally.
âYeah, I come here sometimes. To admire the nature or whatever.â
That makes you pause, and you look at him incredulously. Heâs lying there with his eyes closed, yet heâs got a completely straight face.
âYou? Admiring nature?â
Ari scoffs, âIs that so hard to believe?â
âYes, actually.â You canât imagine Ari of all people, who only cared about basketball, partying and sex, to be one with nature. Unless it was weed. âWhat aspect fascinated you the most?â
Thereâs a long beat of silence.
âI donât know, the plants and shit?â
You canât help but burst out laughing. And it feels good, to just let go and laugh for a bit. To just forget about how shitty you feel and just laugh. Even if itâs just for a moment, to just forget about how awful Ariâs been to you in the past, how awful Steve turned out to be too, just forget it all and allow yourself to laugh. And you canât even remember the last time you laughed.
âHaha, very funny,â Ari rolls his eyes, but you can see the slight smile playing on his lips before he clears his throat. âAlright fine, I couldnât give a fuck about nature. But I do like this place, itâs good for when I need to think.â He hesitates, âWhen I was dating Sharon, I felt like I never had the space to really think, and so Iâd come here.â
You cease your laughter immediately at the mention of her name. Now that you were friends with Sharon, it made it a lot harder to talk about her with Ari. Because now, she was actually a person to you rather than some distant illusion that you tried not to think about. And it wasnât her fault that Ari felt he couldnât think with her around. She wasnât the villain here, Ari was.
You clear your throat, heart suddenly beating very fast. âC-Could I ask you a question? And please donât lie, okay? Just be honest with me, Ari. For once.â
He nods, not saying anything else.
âWere there others?â You ask hushedly, your tone wavering slightly as you voice the thought youâve never wanted to speak into existence, never even dared to wonder about. âWas I just one of many girls that you were cheating on her with?â
Ari sits up, rubbing his temple. You watch him carefully, watch how his eyes scrunch shut before opening. He blinks several times, his lips pressed into a thin line before they part and he exhales slowly. Then, he turns your way, looking you dead in the eye.
âNo. There were other girls before you, but once I slept with you, it was only you from then on out.â
âYeah, me and Sharon.â You say bitterly, although the guilt is eating you up inside. You feel guilty for even feeling hurt or bitter, because he was never yours to begin with. Sharon was the girlfriend â she had every right to feel hurt and bitter. You? You were just the other woman. All you should be feeling was guilt and shame. Especially since here you were, out alone with him again when youâd vowed yourself you wouldnât do this.
You sit back up too, and he makes a move to grab your hand but you shuffle away quickly. You hug your knees, resting your chin against them as you huddle into yourself. You can feel his gaze penetrating holes into you, but you only focus on the steady flow of water in the stream.
âEven with Sharon, it didnât feel right sleeping with her. Not after Iâd been with you.â
 âThen why didnât you break up with her?â Your voice breaks at the last second, and you turn away from him so he canât see the lone tear that trails down one side of your face. Just a second ago youâd been laughing and now here you were, crying over the same question that had plagued your mind for months. The question that had been beaten to death, and yet you knew youâd never get a straight up, honest response.
Ari sighs, and you hear him moving closer to you. A second later, he takes hold of your chin, gently turning your face back to him.
âHey, listen to me. I was an asshole, okay?â He sucks in a breath, closing his eye again for a handful of seconds. You want to look away but you canât help but watch him, watch as he breathes, watch as he finally opens his mouth again. âBefore you came along, I was this guy⊠This hotshot guy who could do whatever and everyone would just worship the ground I walked on. And, well, I guess I thrived on that. I liked how easily I could use women. I knew I had a girlfriend but I liked how I could get any girl to sleep with meââ
âI donât want to hear this,â you mumble, pushing away from him.
âNo, wait, Iâm just trying to explain myself.â He runs a hand through his mane impatiently, âLook, Iâll admit it. All those times I strung you along, it was to feed my own ego. For a while, it felt like I was on top of the world, like I had two girls and neither of them knew any better, andââ
âStop telling me this,â your voice hitches, more tears rolling down your cheeks.
âI was being a fucking asshole, thatâs what Iâm trying to say!â Ari grabs your hand as if to stop you from running away, a note of frustration in his tone. Or was it desperation? âIâve never been good with voicing my feelings and all of that shit, but thatâs what Iâm trying to do right now. When I saw you with Steve, itâs like he was taking my girl, taking away everything Iâve always wanted. The night of the party, and then again at the game, when I saw you with him⊠It got me so fucking heated, and Iâd never felt like that before. It felt like I was wasting my time in a relationship I clearly didnât want to be in, and he was moving in on the girl I did want to be with.â
You look up at him, breathing heavily yet not daring to say a word.
âIâm sorry for lying to you, Iâm sorry for using you. Iâm sorry that it took you being with someone else for me to finally wake up and realise youâre the only one Iâve wanted this whole time.â His hand slips up to cup your cheek, and itâs like youâre frozen. You donât know if you want to stop him or if you want to lean into his touch. You donât know if this moment is even real. If this stream is real or if the woods are real or if Ari is real or if he really is saying everything youâve ever wanted him to say.
âWhy couldnât you have said all this before?â You say shakily, afraid to look him in the eyes in case you see anything other than sincerity, in case you see even an inkling, even the tiniest spark of a hint that he was manipulating you.
âI was immature.â He continues to wipe your tears, before making you look up at him. âI was just so wrapped up in being the guy who could have any girl I wanted, but I promise you Iâve grown out of that now.â
âReally?â Your voice comes out so small, filled with hope mixed with a bit of hesitance.
Ari nods, âYou said before that people donât change overnight. But if you let me show you, Iâll prove to you that I have. And that Iâm serious about us.â
Ice queen persona be damned. You feel more tears well up in your eyes. âY-You are?â
âYes. I wasnât going to mention this butâŠâ He runs a hand through his hair, brushing back a wayward lock that flops over his forehead, before taking hold of your hand, âThere was an NBA scout at the last game. He said they want to sign me, that a lot of teams are eyeing me as a draft pick.â
Oh. The NBA. That put everything into perspective for you. He wasnât like you, with three and a half years of college ahead of you. No, he was almost done⊠And then heâd be gone. Youâre happy for him â the NBA was a huge deal after all. But you also feel a little sick, like timeâs going by too quickly, like maybe youâre not ready to let go yet after all.
Your mind also briefly flits to Steve. Had he been approached by an NBA scout too? You think back to when youâd last seen him, outside your dorm room with the dark circles under his eyes, the withdrawn look on his face. He didnât look like someone whoâd just been scouted by the NBA. Oh God, were you feeling bad for him now?!
âCongratulations.â You say slowly, not really knowing how to feel. Suddenly, youâre hyper aware of Ari holding your hand, and now itâs like you donât want him to let go.
âThe reason Iâm telling you this is because I have it all planned out. Our future.â Ari continues, looking more serious than youâve ever seen him look. âI know youâll still be in school, but I really think we could make it work. And by the time you graduate, Iâll have made it. We could settle down together, and Iâd make it all up to you. Thatâs how serious I am about us.â
You simply just stare at him in complete awe. Who was this man? It was like an alien from outer space had taken over Ariâs body. Because the Ari Levinson you knew was a manipulator and a cheater. A man who stayed away from commitment with a ten-foot pole, a man who had just now professed to you that he enjoyed two-timing his girlfriend because it made him feel like he was on top of the world.
And yet⊠And yet youâre only just a girl, and you canât help but picture the story his words are painting for you. Just indulge yourself a little bit, just a tiny little bit⊠You know youâre teetering on thin ice, and you know how dangerous it is to allow yourself hope when it comes to Ari. Hadnât he squandered your hope time and time again for all those months he never made you his girlfriend?
But you canât help but imagine, canât help but think maybe this time he means what he saysâŠ
âWe could buy a house in the countryside?â You whisper.
Ari cracks a smile, âSure. And you could pop out a few Levinson babies too, make cheese sandwiches for all of them.â
âIâd have to establish myself as a model or a fashion designer before that.â You say, feeling the corners of your lips twitch upwards as you dare yourself to dream.
He looks amused, âFashion designer, yes. Model, no. Too many pervy photographers.â
âIâll be a model if I want to be one!â
âNo.â
âYes!â
âNo way.â
âYes way!â
âFine. Iâll be in the NBA and you can be a model. Maybe. Weâll cross that bridge when we get to it.â He chucks you under the chin playfully, like how he used to do all the time. And you giggle, feeling like youâre floating. Like the two of you are encased in a bubble and youâre floating and timeâs standing still and just for this one moment you could pretend everything was alright and your future with him was as secure as he was making it out to be.
âAnd youâd never lie to me again?â
He nods, âI wouldnât. Never again.â And then he takes a deep breath, âThereâs this fundraising gala thing coming up, and Iâm supposed to win an award. Iâd love it if you could come with me as my date.â He says with a note of seriousness in his tone, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.
But rather than let you answer, he instead cups your face with both hands, pressing his forehead against yours. Immediately, the smile on your face freezes, and now you can feel every pore, every muscle, every cell in your body screaming. Screaming for what? For him to kiss you? Oh GodâŠ
âLet me kiss you,â he breathes out of nowhere, sounding like heâs parched. âPlease, baby. I know Iâve fucked up but I want to kiss you so bad right now.â
âOh, AriâŠâ
âPlease.â
You never thought youâd live to see the day where Ari Levinson was begging you for anything. It was such a stark contrast from how your relationship had begun, almost as if the tables had turned now. Were tables capable of turning that quickly? Or was this all part of an act? Oh, youâre sick of asking yourself that question! Whatâs real and true is that earnesty in his eyes, and you want to kiss him so bad too. So fucking bad.
He moves closer, and so do you. Inch by inch, almost like first-time lovers. His lips purse slightly, looking so warm and soft and inviting. Closer, so close that they brush against yours for a second, and you can hear him breathing and you know he can hear you too. You wonder if he can hear your heart too, hear how it beats louder for him than it does for anyone else.
âWe shouldnâtâŠâ you murmur, but your words are laced with doubt. Just one kiss, your mind cajoles you, just one kiss wonât hurt.
Thereâs a gentle breeze around the two of you, swirling softly. Rustling through his hair, feeling cool against your face. Encasing the two of you in a private whirlpool where itâs just you two, and the sound of the stream, and the beat of your hearts.
âI know, but I want to so bad,â Ariâs hands are cupping your face so tenderly, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones as he slowly angles your face upwards. âPlease, let me kiss you. Just once.â
Itâs like the breeze jostles you forward, as if the universe wants you to kiss him. Your willpowerâs hanging on by just a thread, your mind swarming with memories of every time you and him had kissed in the past. How magical it had felt for you, how it felt like you could never find someone whoâd kiss you like that again. Oh, fuck your willpower!
He surges forward one last time, but his lips have barely touched yours before you pull away, turning your head to the side. Breathing hard, the anticipation still burning through your body in waves. Heart beating like crazy, and yet you swallow and shake your head.
âAri, we canât,â you force yourself to say firmly.
Ari sits back, looking slightly dazed and yet running a hand through his hair in frustration. For a second, you wonder if heâll be mad, call you a tease for leading him on. Call you a slut, tell you how the least you could do was kiss him in return for all heâd done for you today. But he just sighs thoughtfully.
âNot until I come clean to Sharon about everything,â You explain, âAnd I know about the gala, Sharon told me. I-Iâm actually going with her and Wanda, like a girlsâ night.â
He raises an eyebrow before nodding slowly, âWell, as long as I get to see you there when I go up on stage to accept the award.â
âYeah, but we canât talk or interact or anything. Sharonâs my friend now, and I owe her the truth before anything more can happen between us.â
Ari gazes at you carefully, but thereâs a hopeful glint in his eye. âSo, itâs just the Sharon issue then. You forgive me for everything else?â
You hesitate. Well, did you? Did you forgive him for leading you on? Lying to you multiple times? Manipulating you? Leaving you drunk and high and alone in a party bathroom? God, why did he have to remind you of the asshole heâd been all this time, up until very recently? It pops the bubble your mind has created right now, the one that you and him were encased in, in this little clearing in the woods.
âI donât know if I forgive you.â You say honestly, hoping he doesnât question you further.
To your surprise, he doesnât. Instead, he lies back down on the grass, stretching his long limbs out to make himself comfortable. You watch him as he lazily grabs another cheese sandwich from the picnic basket, wolfing it down before offering you one. Stifling a smile, you shake your head.
Ari shrugs, âWell fine, more for me.â
And itâs later, after the two of you sit there by the stream in comfortable silence for a little while longer. After heâs piggy-backed you back to his car, and after heâs driven you back home. Itâs when heâs pulling up to your building, that he puts his hand on your knee to make you look at him.
âI know you said before that nobody changes overnight, but that doesnât mean I wonât stop trying until you see that I have.â He says firmly, his hand feeling so warm on your leg, causing heatwaves to radiate up and down your whole being. âAnd I know you, baby. I know you like me too. I know you want this to work out between us too. And it will. Once you tell Sharon, and weâre free to be together, everythingâs gonna work out. Youâll see.â
Oh, he was so cocky! And yet, itâs a different type of cockiness than what youâve usually come to associate with him. Itâs more of an honest sincerity, this confidence that one day youâll be his. And oh, you want to believe him! You really do! You want to believe in a perfect world where Ari proves himself to be more than just a manipulative fuckboy, a world where Sharon understands and forgives you for everything.
A world where you forget all about Steve Rogers, and never find yourself thinking about him⊠Thinking about what could have been.
You say nothing, not until heâs carried you back into your dorm room. Not until heâs about to leave. Thatâs when you speak.
âAri?â
âYeah?â
âThank you.â
He looks surprised, as if he hadnât really been expecting you to say anything at all after his whole speech. The truth was, youâd been silent for a while now, ever since the two of you had almost kissed in the woods. But thereâs a newfound serenity inside you, a feeling that wasnât there before.
âFor what?â He asks, a shy little smile on his face. One youâve never seen on him before.
For bringing me outside. For taking me to your special place. For not making a big deal out of it when I didnât want to kiss you. For carrying me. For not losing your patience with me. For making me laugh. For making me smile again.
âFor the cheese sandwiches.â
***
The night of the gala is cold for springtime, the blustering winds revving up and roaring to life. Looking outside your window, you can see the smaller trees swaying roughly against the unforgiving nature of what looks to be the beginnings of a windstorm. It gives you a peculiar foreboding feeling, listening to the ominous whistling of the winds, so loud as if theyâre warning you. You back away from your window, and yet something inside you doesnât close it and lock it as you know you should.
You float back over to your vanity table, feeling pretty in your new dress that you and Sharon had gone shopping for, just how sheâd promised. You havenât felt this pretty in a long time, and as you gaze at your reflection, you feel another pang of foreboding. Quickly, you busy yourself with powdering your nose and fixing your hair, wondering if maybe you should have agreed to get ready with Wanda and Sharon after all. Youâd told them you wanted some alone time before the busyness of the gala. Some time to yourself where you could draw a bubble bath, and then shave and pluck and preen and pamper yourself till you felt somewhat ready for the big night out.
And it had made you feel better, your solo pamper session. Sure, your thoughts had spun into overdrive as they always did. Replaying all your recent interactions with Ari, with Steve, even with Sharon. The reflection made you chuckle at one point, because when had your life become so like a tumultuous soap opera? With secrets and lies and betrayal and deceit coming from all corners?
A loud gust of wind knocks you out of your reverie, and again you feel it. The feeling that something big is swirling up in the atmosphere, like the howling wind itself is trying to warn you that soon, it would all come to head.
âFuck you! Try anâ scratch me again and see what happens!â
Your head snaps up at the sound of the familiar male voice. And itâs the proximity that makes your heart skip a beat. The voice sounded close, like it was coming from mere feet away from you. Fearfully, you look back at your window, only to see that same angelic face you know so well seemingly levitating outside.
âSteve?â You whisper, blinking several times. He doesnât seem to hear you, and you wonder whether youâre imagining things. Slowly, you venture forward, back to your window which lies open. And thatâs where you find him, standing on the ledge outside of your bedroom window which was two storeys high.
Steve whacks a wayward branch that looks to be tangled in his jacket. And his movements are oddly sluggish as he flips the bird at the tree adjacent to your building which the brand is attached to. âDamn stupid fuckinâ tree, tryna pick a fight with me,â he mutters before his eyes fall on you, and they brighten up instantly, âHey, baby girl, fancy seeing you here!â
And then he bursts into a fit of giggles, while you just stare at him in awe, your mind still not having come to terms with the fact that Steve had somehow climbed all the way up to your window. In the dark. With the wind blustering insanely around him. Warily, you peek downwards, heart jumping all the way up to your throat when you see how heâs just casually balancing on the extremely thin ledge, the street below looking very minuscule with how high up your floor was.
âHow did you get up here?â You breathe, still half in shock that heâs here that you forget how explosively your last encounter with him had gone down.
âWho, me?â
âYes, of course you. Who else!?â
He shrugs, âScaled that tree over there, then it decided to scratch me so I fought it off anâ jumped onto the ledge. Now here I am!â He ends his explanation with a flourish that causes him to stumble backwards. It almost happens in slow motion; you donât even have a chance to react to what youâre seeing. But he catches his balance again just in time, grinning up at you mischievously.
âWhoops!â He laughs heartily, a type of laugh youâve never really heard from him before. He shuffles along the ledge till he finds a spot heâs more comfortable with, leaning in through your window and shooting you a smile, âalmost fell to my death there, didnât I?â
âSteve, you need to get back down. Youâll hurt yourself.â You bite your lip, wondering whether you should let him in through your window just so heâd be safe. But the thought of being alone with him within the four walls of a bedroom again gives you the creeps, and so you refrain.
âMaybe I want to hurt myself,â he answers, staring at you almost quizzically. His lips are full, his cheeks flushed. His hair looks longer and even more unkempt than last time, that stubble still on his face, his eyes dark and unfocused. It was weird, because youâd always known Steve to be meticulously well-groomed and almost preppy with his clean-cut good looks. He was still handsome as ever now, but he looks darker, almost tortured, with dark bags under his eyes and even his cheeks looked kind of hollow.
âIâm serious, climb back down.â
âI just wanted to see you again,â he breathes softly, and his entire expression morphs to tender as he reaches out to touch your face. âAnd I knew you wouldnât let me in the normal way.â
You canât help but flinch away, and he sighs, bringing his hand back down to grip at your windowsill, âYouâre so pretty.â
Thatâs when you smell it. Vodka. Suddenly, his erratic behaviour makes a lot more sense. His pupils are dark and blown out, and heâs swaying dangerously on the spot.
âYouâre drunk, Steve.â
âNah,â he bats his hand dismissively, but with such force that he stumbles forward. And again, your heart lurches in your throat, thinking heâs going to fall. But lithely, he grabs on to something or the other, regains his balance, and flashes you another smile, âokay, maybe a little bit. But being drunk helps.â
You frown, not knowing whether to feel scared or concerned, âWhat do you mean?â
He shrugs, âHelps to forget all the shitty stuff.â
A wave of anger passes through you, âShitty stuff? You mean like all the awful things you said to me when you tried to force yourself on me?â Hell, maybe you should be the one drinking if it meant you could forget how heâd called you an easy slut.
Steve bows his head, still swaying slightly, âIâm so sorry, baby.â
âDonât call me baby.â
âOkay. Iâm sorry, sweetie.â
âStop it, Steve. Iâm serious.â
He sighs again, âSo am I. I hate how I lose control like that. Itâs like I zone out, and something takes over me and Iâm there on fucking standby. Watching this one version of myself lash out and say all these shitty things anâ I canât do anything to stop it. Â And when I zone back in, itâs too late anâ I canât take anything back.â
He explains with surprising eloquence, despite being so drunk. And God, why did he have to look all rugged and heartbroken right now? Dismissing him would be so much easier if he was ugly.
Thereâs an emotion swelling up inside you as you look at him now, but you try to suppress it. Instead, remembering your ice queen persona, you cross your arms over your chest and force yourself to narrow your eyes. âIs that your explanation? That you zoned out? Because honestly, the lack of accountabilityââ
âI donât think youâre a slut,â Steve interrupts you, âyouâre sweet, and beautiful, and innocent. Thatâs what I thought the night I first saw you. And sure, I guess I used you because I was trying to get back at himââ
You flinch. There it was again. The reminder that Steve had indeed used you. And youâd fallen for it⊠Hook, line and sinker.
ââbut at least Iâm honest enough to admit it. Doesnât that count for something?â
He finishes, blinking up at you with large eyes framed with those impossibly thick lashes, as if waiting for you to respond. When you donât, he sighs, swaying again as another strong gust of wind attacks from the outside.
âI like you a lot, okay? I know I havenât known you as long as he has, but it doesnât matter. I think what we have is special.â Â He swallows, his eyes squinting as he searches across the plains of your face, either trying to gauge your thoughts or trying to come up with the right words to say next. âAnd I know I fucked it up because thatâs what I always do. So fuck it, I donât care anymore.â
He shoves his hand inside his jacket, conjuring up a glass bottle of Gray Goose vodka out of what seems to be thin air. Your jaw drops open as you watch him take a hearty swig from it â and it was already half empty!
âOkay, that was a lie. I do still care.â He wipes his mouth roughly, stumbling about and still very much on the window ledge. âThereâs just so much going on inside my head,â he says, and he demonstrates by smacking the side of his head with his open palm, âSchool, basketball, taking care of Kira â all of it just keeps building up. And I try my best, okay?â He loses his footing and sways some more, âbut itâs never enough, and all my thoughts get louder and louder, like voices fucking screaming inside my head, and then I just explode. And I get so fucking angry, and itâs always directed towards the wrong people â whoops!â
He slips. You cry out in terror and impulsively grab hold of his arm. But he regains his balance and barks out a laugh, as if heâs tripped whilst taking a simple stroll in the park and not currently balancing on top of a very high and very dangerous ledge.
âIt wouldnât matter if I fell, you know?â He muses, taking another long swig of the vodka. And he doesnât even flinch as the bitter liquid goes down his throat, as if the taste no longer has any effect on him. âI mean, my lifeâs a fucking mess already. Basketballâs completely fucked, anywaysâŠâ
âWhat do you mean?â You ask, your heart pitter-pattering in fear. His overtly reckless behaviour is scaring you, and you realise youâre holding your breath as you watch him callously standing there.
Steve shrugs, âGot kicked off the team today.â
Oh. You feel a surge of pity. And you know you shouldnât. Not after how he treated you. And yet you canât help it. Tonight, Ari was going to win an award for being the best basketball player of the season, and in the summer, he was going to the NBA. You canât help but feel for Steveâs starkly different fortune.
He takes another gulp of vodka, âCoach said I couldnât control my emotions and Iâd keep costing the team if I continued playing.â He gazes off into the distance, and you try to gauge his expression but itâs quite unreadable. He laughs bitterly and smiles again, but it looks more like a grimace, âFuck him. Heâs right, but fuck him anyways.â
âSteve, this is dangerous. You could fallââ
âFuck basketball,â he continues swaying around like he hasnât even heard you, âitâs not like I was ever gonna make it to the NBA, anger issues or not. No, I have to become a surgeon. Like my parents.â His words slur and ring with sarcasm, and he barks out another laugh, âIf I donât fuck that up tooâŠâ
âIâm sorry that happened, butââ
He scoffs, âCanât even fucking imagine being a doctor. My patients would probably be scared of me, just like how you are.â
âPlease, just get downââ
âAnd KiraâŠâ His expression morphs from bitter to sad in less than a second, and he clutches your hand suddenly. The one that you hadnât realised was still holding on to his arm. And you donât pull away, almost like you donât want to. Either that, or you want to keep hold of him so he doesnât fall.
Steve coughs, âGod, I wish I took care of her better. I feel so fucking guilty, living on campus while she lives by herself in our house. Our parents are never home, they donât even know what she went through⊠How she doesnât even speak to anyone but me, how she doesnât go out anymore...â
Another long swig. Itâs a wonder the bottle isnât empty yet. You want to interject, beg him once more to climb back down to safety, or at least hand you the vodka so he doesnât drink anymore. But heâs not done speaking, and cuts you off when you try to get a word in edgewise.
âMy parents, the award-winning heart surgeons!â He raises the vodka bottle up in the air in a mock toast, âTheyâre here, there, everywhere around the fucking world!â Another swig, more swaying. âEverywhere except for at fucking home. So then I have to handle everything, donât I?â
âSteveââ
âThey donât even know how bad sheâs gotten, how their own daughterâs shut herself off from everyone.â Steve shakes his head in both resignation and frustration, âand I try so fucking hard, okay? Try to help her with her anxiety, help her make new friends. God, all I do is worry about her. And school. And basketball. While they jet across the world doing their fancy surgeries and not giving a damn about her or me. Fuck them!â
Whoa. Wow. Okay. Now, you look at Steve with new eyes â you had no idea there was so much going on in his life, in his head. It still didnât excuse the way heâd spoken to you, the way heâd forced himself on you â and yet⊠Yet you canât help but feel another pang of sorrow and pity for him.
His eyes are dark and stormy as he looks out into the early evening sky, before looking back to you. His gaze falls down to your hand holding on to his arm, and he smiles softly.
âYou were the only thing in my life that was good.â
You shake your head, your barriers going back up, and you try to pull your hand away, âNo. Stop lying, Steve, just donât even try it, donât evenââ
âNo, itâs true!â He insists, holding on tightly to your hand as if heâs on a sinking ship and youâre his only lifeline. âThat one week before I fucked it all up, that one week when we were just texting. Iâd be on my phone, smiling like a fucking fool. You can ask Kira! She knew about you because I couldnât stop talking to her about you.â
You bite your lip, and despite everything, you find yourself wanting to believe him so bad. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind has Steve clutching your hand even harder as he teeters on the ledge, bringing his face closer to yours, his eyes hooded and lashes fanning over those impossibly sharp cheekbones.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he says.
âDonât, SteveâŠâ
He sighs, breaking eye contact as he plays with the glass bottle in his hand. But his other hand seems to move off its own accord, his pointer finger trailing up your bare arm. And itâs so intimate, that simple touch, leaving a trail of fire and goosebumps in its wake. Your skin feels like itâs buzzing, burning almost, as he traces his finger up your shoulder blade, as if heâs testing to see how much youâd let him touch you.
âI miss you.â
You feel your resolve crumblingâŠ
âNo, you donât. All we did was text for one week. We never even went on a date, so you canât possibly miss what you never had.â
âAnd yet I still miss you.â
He leans in, his eyes fluttering shut. His lips look so pink, so warm, so hesitantly inviting. Slightly pursed, as if he doesnât know if itâs going to happen but heâs going to try anyways. Another sharp gust of wind blows past, almost pushing him into you as if even the universe itself is cajoling you to just give in to him. You can smell the alcohol on his pores, and yet you can also feel his warmth, his musky cologne, the way his breath hitches as if he canât believe this kiss is actually happeningâŠ
Except you turn your head at the last second, and he sighs.
âShouldâve seen that coming,â he says to the evening sky, âlost my place on the team, lost my girl, I wonder what Iâll lose next? You wanna take any guesses? Hey, maybe Iâll lose my balance! That would be funny, wouldnât it?â
You watch as he looks down, all the way down to the ground with a peculiar gleam in his eye. The type of gleam that reflects that heâs a man with nothing to lose. And itâs a long way down. What the hell was he thinking?!
âHe really fucked her up,â Steve murmurs softly to himself, a whisper that almost gets lost in the great gusts of wind that swirl around the two of you. âAnd I tried to do something about it, tried to get back at him, but I fucked it up. I always fuck up. Maybe itâs best if I justââ
âSteve, stop it! Stop being so reckless!â
You tug hard at his arm, and at the same time a heavy wind blows. Steve stumbles again, but mercifully, he falls forward instead of back. Through your window and right on top of you. You both land on the floor with a thud, and despite how drunk he is, he manages to bring his hands out in front of him, preventing you from getting crushed by his huge frame.
âWhoops. Sorry, baby.â
He flashes you a cocky smile, as if he hadnât just been teetering on your window ledge in the middle of a sad, drunken rant. The bottle of vodka is still snugly clutched between his fingers, somehow having also survived the fall onto your hard bedroom floor.
You open your mouth to tell him to get off of you, but the words die inside your throat. Instead, you look up at him, at his face so close to yours. So close that his nose is an inch away from brushing against your own. And his eyes, navy and blown out and yet still so pretty, blink down at you imploringly. The last time, when youâd been in his bedroom, theyâd looked so stormy and far away. And here, now, he was drunk and yet he looked present. And you realise that you donât feel unsafe at all.
âI really, really want to kiss you right now,â Steve says, slurring and stumbling over his words.
âDonât.â You warn him, although you notice your own lack of conviction. In that moment, had he actually done it you donât think youâd have objected too much. But you donât want to give in to him, not after how scary heâd been last time. Despite everything, you still havenât forgotten.
He nods slowly, âI know, fuck, I knowâŠâ
Shakily, he gets off of you, swaying slightly as he gets on his feet, and then he yanks you up too. Before you can stop him, he takes another swig of vodka before his eyes once again settle on you.
You watch his Adamâs apple bob as he swallows hard, biting his lip as his dark eyes drink you in. In your form-fitting emerald dress that wraps around your body like a second skin of smooth satin. The ruching which accentuates your curves even more, the delicate lace detailing, the smooth dip of your cleavage. The gleam of your bare legs that peak through the slit of the dress. The demure heels that makes them look longer than ever. And yet you canât help but shift shyly under his intense gaze.
âYouâre all dressed up,â Steve says softly, reaching out to touch you before thinking better of it, curling his outstretched hand into a fist and pushing it down to his side, âYou look⊠incredible.â
âTh-Thank you.â
âYou going somewhere?â
âUh⊠yes.â
He nods before his brow furrows, âIs he taking you out?â
âWhatâ?â
âLevinson. Is he taking you out? Are you two together now?â His tone hardens, and you feel your heart jump up to your throat. Oh, please let him not get all angry again like how he did last time!
âNo.â You say firmly, âThereâs this gala, this fundraiser thing at the Hilton Hotel. Thatâs where Iâm going. Me and Sharon and Wanda.â
âNo Levinson?â
You shake your head, âN-No, Steve.â It was only white lie, because you werenât going with Ari and you probably wouldnât speak to him tonight. It was a girlâs night out, if anything. Plus, youâre scared that Steve might flip out if he knew that Ari would be there too.
âYou promise?â He looks at you meaningfully, and heâs got that same intense look again. The look youâve grown to associate with him, that eery, almost glassy stare. âPromise me, Y/N. Promise me that you arenât going out with Ari.â
You donât owe him anything, certainly not any promises. And yet, yet you canât help but nod, âI promise, Steve. In fact, Sharon and Wanda are on their way to pick me up.â
Steve nods approvingly, looking somewhere beyond you. His eyes look sad once again, and he takes another long, lingering sip of vodka. âGood girl. You stay away from him, okay? All he does is hurt people.â He shakes his head, his mouth pulling downwards in a grimace, âHe hurt her so bad.â
You frown, âHurt who? Sharon?â
The blond doesnât answer, but he continues talking to himself. âWhat did she ever do to him? He didnât give a damn about her, and now look at herâŠâ
You feel an uneasy wave of guilt, âYou mean Sharon, donât you? I knowâŠâ
Steve frowns, opening his mouth to answer you before he grows distracted by something beyond your shoulder. A slow smile spreads across his face, and he stumbles over to your desk in the corner of the room.
âMy jacket!â He grabs the blue and white varsity jacket heâd given you the night of the party, âYou still have it. You kept it.â
âYou can take it back!â You say quickly, a bit too quickly judging by how his face falls. Quickly, he drops the jacket as if itâs made of hot coals, a bitter look enveloping his features.
âYou should throw it away. Or burn it.â He says simply, throwing his head back and taking a hearty sip of his vodka, âthought you wouldâve looked cute wearing it to one of my games but I since I wonât be playing anymore, thereâs no point anymore, is there?â
What follows is an uncomfortable silence. And oh, why was he making you feel bad for him now?! After everything heâd said and done? But then heâd apologised too⊠Were you being too hard on him? Now you feel more confused than ever!
You sigh, âSteve⊠Look, I just donât know how to act around you. One second, youâre so intense, and youâre calling me a slut, and youâre being all scary. And then the next itâs like your entire personality changes. And I just⊠I donât know what to believe, okay?â
âWhy canât you just believe that Iâm sorry for what happened? Iâm sorry for all of it.â
You shift uncomfortably, looking down at your heel-clad feet. You wrack your brain, trying to choose your next words carefully, âI⊠do believe that youâre sorry.â
He stands there expectantly, as if waiting for you to say something more, to say that you forgive him, perhaps? But you donât think you do. Do you? A few more empty seconds pass before he clears his throat.
âThey put me on some kind of medication. Added it to the ones I already take.â He volunteers, breaking the silence. He avoids your gaze now, instead focusing on his bottle of vodka, tossing it from one hand to the other and tapping at the glass. âFor my anger and mood swings, or whatever.â
You nod, âThatâs good, right? You saw a doctor?â
He snorts, âNo. My parents just heard about me flipping out and contacted the family physician Got him to prescribe me all these different pills. But this,â he raises the vodka up in the air and waves it around, âThis helps more than any medication ever could. It stops all the screaming in my head. And luckily, Mom and Dad left the house full of booze, so Iâm all good to go.â
You nod slowly, furrowing your brow, âSteve, maybe you shouldnât be drinking while youâre on medicationââ
Your phone vibrates loudly from its place on your bed, the sound shaking you from the inside out. Even Steve blinks several times, and you let out a breath you hadnât realised you were holding as you make your way over to your phone. Itâs like the bubble of intensity the two of you have been encased in has popped, and now youâre back in the real world. It was crazy, because being inside the bubble felt intoxicating, like everything was moving in slow motion, like you were in some sort of fairytale and the troubled prince had just climbed in through your window.
Your screen glows with a new text.
Sharon: Weâre on our way! Wandaâs already so drunk lol weâll be there in ten minutes!
Oh no. Youâd rather your friends didnât run into a drunken Steve Rogers when they came to pick you up. Especially not when you were supposed to have sworn off men anyways.
âSteve, youââ
ââI need to go,â he completes sombrely, picking at a piece of loose thread on the sleeve of his expensive-looking sweater, âI know, I know.â His eyes narrow, âThat wasnât Ari, was it? Who texted you just now?â
âNo.âÂ
He relaxes, âGood. Okay, I guess Iâll leave then.â
You chew your bottom lip anxiously, âH-How will you get back? You didnât drive here yourself, did you?â
He waves your question off as if it isnât important, backing away towards your door, âYou donât worry about me, sweetheart.â
âSteve Rogers, donât you dare drive back home in the state youâre in!â
He just stares at you, that same bittersweet look on his face. Finally, he nods, âIâll be fine. I came here with Bucky.â
You nod, âOkay, then. As long as you donât driveâŠâ
Steve shoots you a sad smile, one that doesnât really reach his eyes. His eyes that are still glued on just you, only you. He crosses his hand over his chest, âI promise I wonât. Scoutâs honour⊠Although I was never a scout, so who knows if you can take my word. Ha ha.â
He finally makes it to your door, almost as if heâd been walking in slow motion, wading through quicksand. Why? Because he didnât want to leave? And you feel a lump in your throat, one that wonât go no matter how many times you swallow. Thereâs an odd yearning inside you, like an itch on your hand. No, an itch in your heart. Your fingers twitch as if wanting to reach out to touch him. Did you not want him to leave, either?
You press your lips together, rooting yourself in place as you watch him go. At the last second, he turns back around again.
âI am sorry, okay? Sorry about everything.â
Once more, all you do is nod. The expectancy in his eyes fades away and he sighs, his hand resting on the doorknob as he goes to shut the door.Â
A second passes. But it feels like the longest second youâve ever lived. Like your heart seems to beat about a thousand times in that one second, like a drum reaching crescendo. Feeling like youâve reached that part in the movie, that page in the book where the climax happens and then everyone can breathe again. Outside, the winds seem to be charging up again, readying themselves for an almighty, blustering blow. And you can feel the booming whistle of the winds ringing all around you, when you suddenly drop your phone on your bed and rush over to the door before you can think better of it.
âSteve, wait!â
You press your lips to his in a searing kiss, catching him completely off-guard. He stumbles back slightly, either by how strongly youâve jumped on him or because of his own inebriation. Either way, he recovers quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you against him as he reciprocates your kiss.
And you donât know why youâre kissing him, but itâs like your bodyâs gone past the point of rationale. Like your lips and your limbs have a mind of their own and your brain is no longer part of the conversation. And Steveâs lips feel so soft, and this time you feel like itâs you in control. Heâs too drunk to take charge, you suspect, as his lips move languidly against yours.
Your hands cup his face, his bristly skin pricking the pads of your fingers, and yet it doesnât bother you. Not when heâs kissing so softly, so cautiously like heâs afraid he could hurt you again. Itâs you who presses your tongue against his, stroking it, biting and nipping at his lips. He smirks at your overexcitement, finally injecting more passion into the kiss by tipping your head back slightly and pressing his lips harder against yours.
He tastes like vodka, but you donât mind. He also tastes kind of sweet, kind of irresistible. And oh, you know this makes no sense! And you know you shouldnât be kissing him! What about Ari? What about your own dignity? What about swearing off all men? What aboutâ?
You pull away as abruptly as youâd kissed him, and both of you stand there breathless for a handful of seconds. Your lips still tingle pleasantly, and before he can say anything, you gently pry the bottle of vodka from his hand.
âIâll keep this, okay?â You say softly, holding it behind your back. Thereâs still quite a bit left in it, and Steve looks like heâs one sip away from disaster. Or at least a very bad headache tomorrow morning. You pray itâs only the latter.
But heâs got a sparkle in his eye now, and he doesnât spare the vodka a second glance, âIt all went away for a second.â
âWhat went away?â
âAll the fucking screaming in my head. All that pressure I was telling you about. Kissing you made it all go away. Your lips are magic, baby girl. Better than the vodka.â
âOh.â You donât know what else to say, but you feel a lurching pull in your heart nonetheless.
âYeah, like Iâm numb to it all now. Comfortably numb. And itâs such a fucking relief.â He closes his eyes for a second, as if heâs savouring the feeling. Youâre so intently looking at him that you donât even notice when he grabs your hand, and his eyes flutter open, âSo you forgive me?â
You hesitate, âSteve, IâŠI donât know.â
His serene smile freezes on his face, and he drops your hand like itâs a hot poker. You feel it again in your heart, that lurching fee ling that you canât place. You watch as his face falls, almost in slow motion. And it feels like youâre sitting front row in the cinema, watching his expression turn sad, his eyes clouding over once more like he was depending everything on your forgiveness.
âOkay. Goodbye.â
He stumbles out of your room, out into the stairwell where he trips before grabbing on to the banister.
âSteve, please be careful,â you say again, your tone laced with worry.
He glances back at you, that ever-charming smile back on his face. Back from when youâd seen it that first night when youâd met him. Almost like heâs put on a mask. He gives you a sluggish thumbs-up, âIâll be fine. Iâm comfortably numb, remember? I just hope it lastsâŠâ
What the hell did that mean? Should you go after him? You hear your phone vibrate loudly, and you glance back at your bed to see it glowing with several new texts. But then you look back at the stairwell to find it empty. He was gone. Gone like a gust of wind. Gone like he was never there.
But he was. You can still feel him on your lips.
As if in a dream, you float back into your room and pick up your phone. Two new texts.
Sharon: Weâre five minutes away! Trafficâs crazy lol.
Ari: Hey. I just want to say that Iâm happy youâre coming tonight. Even if we donât get to speak, just know youâll be on my mind all night. Fuck. That was cheesy. Anyways. See you there :).
You sink down on your bed, already feeling exhausted and mentally drained. Despite the fact that the night was nowhere near over yet. In fact, it hadnât even begun.
***
âWhereâs Curtis?â Wanda wonders aloud, scanning the sprawling banquet hall and immediately grabbing a flute of champagne from an elegantly dressed waiter holding a tray full of them.
The banquet hall where the gala is being held at the Hilton is reasonably full, and you recognise a bunch of familiar faces from campus â both students and professors. Everyoneâs dressed smartly â the men in tuxedos and the women in evening gowns and dresses. Sharon and the decorating committee have done a great job; each table swathed in ivory cloth, with red rose centrepieces and golden gilded chairs. Matching golden lights against an otherwise dark room gives an almost ethereal ambiance.
âHeâs probably over on table 2 with the rest of the basketball team,â Sharon nods to a table at the front of the room near the stage. âI did the seating arrangements and the place-cards.â
Predictably, table 2 is the rowdiest table in the entire banquet hall. Clearly, the basketball team didnât give two fucks about what was considered proper black-tie etiquette. You can see Ransom Drysdale and Andy Barber having some kind of a drinking competition, chugging down wine glass after wine glass as if they were cans of beer. Lloyd is acting like their referee, half on top of the table as he tries eggs them on. Colin is laughing his head off as he looks to be live-streaming this whole performance on his phone. And then thereâs Ari.
And oh, he looks so breathtaking! Your heart physically skips a beat when you see him. His brown hair slicked back sexily, but the ends curling around his stiff white collar. His tuxedo looks well-tailored and expensive â Armani probably â and a white bow tie that makes him look more handsome than ever. Heâs sat in the middle of his table, looking very much like the leader of his group. A smirk on his face as he watches his teammates horse around, but then his eyes meet yours, and the cocky smirk turns into the most adorably lovesick smile that does not look like it belongs on his face â only because youâve never really seen him smile like that ever before.
âOh gosh, thereâs Ari,â Sharon says, coming up closer to your side and making you snap your eyes away from her ex-boyfriend immediately. The blonde takes a few deeps breaths to calm herself, âAnd heâs looking straight at me! Well, who cares? Iâm not gonna let him affect my night. In fact, Iâm gonna go over to him to prove how unbothered I amââ
Before you know whatâs happening, she starts making a beeline straight over to table 2 â with you in tow! Wanda follows, her eyes still searching the room for Curtis as she downs her champagne quickly.
âHello, Ari,â Sharon says stiffly, hanging on to your arm for dear life. You hope you donât look as mortified as you feel, watching as Ari looks up at the two of you, his charming little smile still on his face.
âHi.â He answers her, giving her a quick nod before his eyes shift to you, and you see them sparkle as he looks you up and down, taking in your emerald dress, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards again in another sweet little smile. Oh God, damn him for being so obvious!
âWell, I just came here to congratulate you on your award,â Sharon says, a determinedly happy-yet-nonchalant look plastered on her face. âSo, well, congratulations.â
Ari nods again, physically tearing his eyes away from you, âThanks.â
âWhereâs Curtis, you guys?â Wanda interrupts the awkward exchange, looking expectantly at the basketball team. You watch as she grabs another champagne from another cocktail waiter who happens to pass by, downing it as quickly as she had the first.
Ransom snickers, âHeâs somewhere around here, sweetheart. But I wouldnât bother him if I was you, heâs kinda busy.â
Wanda doesnât even wait for him to finish his sentence before sheâs off, weaving across the banquet hall at lightning speed. You watch her, mildly concerned as she grabs yet another glass of champagne, her previous one still in her other hand. Sheâd been antsy the whole ride over, because apparently Curtis wasnât texting her back, and hadnât since last night.
âSheâs already a mess,â Sharon murmurs to you under her breath before smiling brightly at Ari, âWell, see you around, Ari.â
He nods at her for the third time, before his eyes rest on you once more. Thereâs a hint of yearning within them, and his lips twitch as if he wants to say something. Oh, when did it get so easy to read his expressions? Did you know him that well now? He gives you a soft, private smile â one you know is meant just for you. One that seems to convey a thousand words in just a single twitch of a muscle. You almost return it, before remembering who youâre with.
âThank God, he didnât bring her,â Sharon mutters to you as the two of you walk away from jock table.
âHuh?â
âThe little skank he cheated on me with. I wouldâve died if he brought her along as his date.â
You gulp, eyeing one of the champagne flutes yourself. After tonight, you absolutely had to come clean to Sharon. There was no other choice, youâd kept this secret long enough. And if it meant sheâd no longer be your friend, then so be it. You deserved that. But no more excuses, you had to tell her tonight after this event was over.
And the event itself is fine. You hang out with Sharon while she makes small talk with a bunch of different people. You donât talk much, simply staying quiet and observing. Peopleâs outfits, their makeup, their shoes, everything. Itâs nice to be out and about again, after spending what felt like an eternity rotting in your dorm room and feeling sorry for yourself. You even find yourself catching Ariâs eye every now and again, and each and every time heâd give you his sweet little private smile that made you want to die. Youâd look away, of course, or busy yourself with talking to Sharon or someone else, just so you wouldnât smile back. Even though you wanted to. You really, really wanted to.
You do get a handful of texts from him though.
Ari: You look beautiful.
Ari: I canât take my eyes off you.
Ari: Seriously, I donât think you realise how beautiful you look right now.
You donât reply, but you know he can see you looking down at your phone and smiling like crazy.
About a half hour into the gala, the hosts beckon everyone to sit at their assigned tables because the award ceremony is about to begin. Thatâs when you notice that Wandaâs been missing for a while now. You scan the room while a retired basketball coach hobbles his way onto the stage, beginning a very long-winded speech on how heâd single-handedly led the St. Andrewsâ team to victory back in 1993. Where the hell was Wanda? You realise youâve been so wrapped up in the event and playing secret smiling games with Ari from across the room to notice that you hadnât seen her since the three of you had arrived here.
Luckily, you spot her stumbling towards the bathrooms that are in a corridor off the main banquet hall. Stumbling being the key word, and you quietly curse yourself for allowing her to drink so much. God, Ari was just so distracting! Even when you werenât even speaking to him, just his presence alone was making you forget about everyone else!
You tell Sharon youâre going to get Wanda before quietly sneaking away, hoping to discreetly bring her back before she wanders off somewhere else. You just hope
âWanda, hey! Wait up!â You catch up to her, âLetâs go back to the banquet hall.â
Wanda rolls her eyes, âLeave me alone, Y/N. Iâm looking for my boyfriend.â
Oh. She still hadnât found him yet?
âCâmon, our tableâs this way,â you try again, grabbing her hand, about to lead her away. Then you notice her eyes light up as she looks beyond your shoulder.
âBaby, there you are!â Wanda slurs brightly, snatching her hand out of your grip and making a beeline down the hall. You whip around to see Curtis closing the bathroom door behind him, his other hand wiping his mouth. His tie loose around his neck and top collar button undone. And you also see a tiny brunette in a silver dress slip out of the bathroom behind him, the dim lights of the hallway swallowing her up as she slinks away into the darkness, Wanda not even noticing her.
âWanda.â Curtis blinks, looking entirely unperturbed. âYouâre here.â
She hits him playfully on the shoulder, âOf course, Iâm here. I came with the girls, remember? And I wanted to support you!â
He scratches the back of his head, âYeah. Cool. Look, Iâm gonna go back to the boysââ
âGreat, letâs go!â Wanda links her arm with his, making his jaw tense and eyebrow raise. And you watch this whole ordeal with a sinking feeling in your stomach.
âBabe, remember how I told you this event was a no date kind of thing?â Curtis carefully peels himself away from her, making her pout. You cringe when she doesnât get the message, grabbing his bicep again, her manicured nails like talons holding on with all her might.
âBut I missed you, baby,â Wanda smiles up at him drunkenly. âIâve been looking for you all night!â
Curtis visibly cringes, âCome on, babe, donât be like this.â Again, he dislodges his arm from her grip, pushing her off of him not-so-gently. âIâm here with the team tonight, but I promise Iâll come by your room later. Maybe. Like way after midnight probably.â
You canât hide your disgust, openly frowning and shaking your head at him. God, why did all men suck so much?
âCome on, Wanda,â You grab her hand once more, âYou donât need him to enjoy your night. Letâs go.â
âUm, fuck off, Y/N, Iâm talking to my boyfriend right now.â Wanda pushes you off her before sidling up to Curtis again.
You gape at her, feeling a pang of hurt. Sheâs just drunk, she didnât mean to say thatâŠ
Curtis sighs, rolling his eyes, âListen to your friend, Wanda. I gotta go.â
âIâll come with you!â
For a third time, she grabs on to his arm tightly. Thatâs when Curtis huffs, clearly annoyed.
âLook, I donât know what you think is going on between us, but stop acting like weâre in some serious relationship or whatever.â He says, a frown bordering on disgust on his face as he shakes her hand off of him.
Wanda gapes, and even your mouth drops open. How dare he? How fucking rude!
âBaby, you donât mean thatââ
âI mean sure, we have fun together but please donât get the wrong idea, Wanda. You canât just chase me down at these public events like you own me or something. Thatâs not how this works. In fact, all it does is make you look kind of desperate.â He continues, getting his phone out and nonchalantly scrolling through it as if this whole painful conversation isnât even worth his time.
How the hell was he speaking to his own girlfriend like that?
âI-Iâm sorry for being desperate, Curtis,â Wanda says earnestly, her eyes wild and pupils dilated, âPlease, donât do this! Donât break up with me like this!â
He rolls his eyes, âDo what? Iâm not doing anything! I canât break up with someone who was never my girlfriend to begin with. Sure, we had fun for a few weeks but itâs not like we were ever exclusive, let alone dating. You were too clingy for my liking anyways.â
âCurtis, thatâs enough!â You admonish, your heart breaking for poor Wanda. Curtis was a joke. You canât believe heâs standing here denying he was ever in a relationship with her. Hell, youâd been a third wheel to them enough times in the past month to know the two of them had definitely been a thing. How the hell was he just so casually gaslighting her now, as if none of that ever happened? God, you would never understand men!
Curtis glances at you, a devilish twinkle in his eye before he turns to Wanda again, âHell, Iâm pretty sure I tried to sleep with your friend Y/N before I settled for you that night at the party.â
âOh, youâre such an asshole!â You explode, pulling Wanda away, âStay away from her, you piece of shit! Câmon, Wanda.â
What you havenât noticed is Wanda standing deathly still. She snatches her hand away from you, a look of absolute loathing, shock and betrayal on her face. And a part of you wants to see her give an asshole like Curtis a piece of her mind. But then she turns to face you, her eyes drunk and accusatory.
âY-YouâŠâ she points at you, swaying in her heels from all the alcohol in her system, âYou slept with my boyfriend?â
âWhat? No, he tried to sleep with me, but I wasnât interested. It really wasnât a big dealââ You try to hold her hand to calm her down, hoping she doesnât make a big scene.
âLater, ladies.â Curtis grins, squeezing past the two of you and strutting over to table 2 with the rest of his team. You watch him for a moment, slack-jawed at his nonchalance and how badly heâd just hurt your friend.
âI canât believe you!â Wanda hisses, pulling away from you yet again. âI canât believe you slept with him!â
You shake your head desperately, âNo, no, no! I didnât sleep with him! Thatâs not what he said!â You take a deep breath, stopping yourself from raising your own voice out of desperation to get her to understand. Instead, you speak slowly: âWanda, I did not sleep with Curtis. Yes, he did try it on with me ages ago but nothing happened.â
âYouâre the biggest bitch in the world, Y/N! I canât believe you slept with him!â Wanda sputters, tears welling in her drunken eyes. Itâs like her brain has only selectively heard what heâd said and is running with it, and sheâs unable to compute what youâre saying to her now. âI knew you werenât above sleeping with other peopleâs boyfriends but I never thought youâd do it to me!â
âNo, please, just listen! Youâre not understandingââ
âLet go of me!â She bats your hands off her when you try to grab her again, backing away and stumbling out into the main banquet hall. âDonât even speak to me again, Y/N! How dare you sleep with Curtis?! When you knew how much me and him meant to each other!â
Helplessly, you watch her as she marches across the banquet hall, and you trail behind her with a lump in your throat. Youâd have to wait until she was sober to explain things to her properly, which was another conversation you werenât looking forward to. But for now, you just watch her, hoping she doesnât injure herself with how determinedly sheâs walking. You expect her to head towards Curtisâ table, which is why you freeze when she walks straight past him and up towards the stage.
The retired basketball coach is just about done with his speech, and you nervously rejoin Sharon who is also looking at Wanda climbing up the stairs of the stage with a confused look on her face.
âWe need to go get her,â you murmur.
âWhy, hello young lady,â the retired basketball coach greets Wanda warmly, âAre you here to present the first award?â
Both you and Sharon spot Wanda eyeing the microphone with a gleam in her eye, and the two of you stand up in unison, exchanging alarmed looks.
But Wanda is quick, bumping the retired coach out of the way with her hip. She grabs the mic, tapping it quickly many times in succession. A high-pitched feedback echoes across the room, and more eyes turn towards her from all the other tables in the hall. The retired coach gives her a confused smile before shrugging and slowly hobbling away. A number of stagehands look on in confusion, checking their clipboards to see if this was part of the show.
And thatâs when Wanda starts talking.
âLadies and gentlemen, I have an award of my own!â She grips on to the mic like a vice, teetering on the middle of the stage. Her hairâs messy, her face stained with dried up tears. The straps of her dress slipping down her shoulders, and the half empty wine glass still in her hand, the remaining contents of it sloshing out onto the polished wooden floor.
âWhat the hell is she doing?â Sharon whispers from beside you. All around you, everyone in the banquet hall is whispering amongst themselves, and now all eyes are glued to your drunken best friend on stage. The tables full of professors, coaches and alumni all look around in bewilderment, frowning as if Wanda being on stage is all part of some kind of skit before the award ceremony.
You glance over at the jocks on table 2. Ari shoots you a perplexed look, Ransomâs got his phone camera out, Andyâs grinning from ear to ear. Colin has the decency to look away, an embarrassed look on his face. And Curtis? Curtis leans back on his chair, an amused look on his face as if heâs ready to kick back and enjoy the show.
That means itâs all up to you.
âWanda!â You hiss, glad that your table is close enough to the stage that she can hear you, âWanda, youâre drunk. Câmon, letâs go to the bathroom so I can fix you up.â
She looks down at you and smirks evilly, before looking away as if she hasnât even heard you. Instead, she once more taps the mic once, twice, three times. She giggles drunkenly, âTesting, testing, is this thing on?â
âWanda, babe, come down please!â Sharon joins in, but she also gets promptly ignored. She bites her lip before turning to you, âGod, how did we not realise how drunk sheâd gotten? Sheâs gonna make a fool of herself.â
âWanda!â You try again, raising your voice slightly, âCome down, Wanda, please! The awards ceremony is about to begin!â
âItâs already begun! And like I said, I have an award of my own,â Wanda says, looking beyond you but never fully at you. You can see her lip curled slightly, and either itâs a smile or a sneer â you canât really tell. But it makes your blood run cold, and a strong sense of foreboding washes over you again, like how it had earlier in your bedroom.
Quickly, you make your way over to the stage, hoping to pull her off before she said anything to embarrass herself too much. And itâs when youâre climbing up the stairs at the side of the stage that she resumes speaking:
âI know youâre all here for some⊠some random basketball award,â Wanda slurs, âBut I wanna get my award out of the way first. And itâs the award for St. Andrewsâ collegeâs biggest fucking slut.â
Youâre halfway up the stage by now, and itâs when you step up on to the polished wooden floor that you pause, her words sinking in and a horrific feeling dawning on you. Oh noâŠ
âAnd look! Here she is, the slut herself!â Wanda cheers, pointing straight at you with an unsteady hand. She throws her head back and laughs, her other hand gripping on to the mic for dear life. âEverybody, please give it up for Y/N! She already knows sheâs the winner, nobody else could ever compare! Y/N is undoubtedly the biggest fucking slut on campus, and she wholeheartedly deserves this fucking award!â
Pin drop silence. For the first second, thatâs all you hear. Silence thatâs so loud, itâs almost deafening. Ringing in your ears, closing in on you like a siren. Then, you feel the waves of heat. Red hot fire radiating all over your body. Your face, your arms, your neck. Everywhere. You canât quite believe whatâs happening, but you know thereâs a banquet hall filled with strangers staring straight at you as if youâre swathed in a spotlight.
âCurtis, get your girl the fuck off the stage!â You hear Ari say somewhere in the distance, and you can see him getting to his feet.
âNo fucking way, that bitch isnât my problem anymore.â Curtis whispers back, a note of glee in his tone.
You remain frozen on stage, your heart thrumming up to your throat. Wanda cackles, drunkenly beckoning you closer. Someone â either a professor or a coach â tries to coax her off the stage but she bats him away as if heâs an insignificant fly.
âCâmon, Y/N! Donât be shy, come accept your award!â Wanda holds up her now empty wine glass as if itâs a trophy, âLadies and gentlemen, donât be mistaken! Y/N isnât normally this shy! I mean, she certainly wasnât when she fucked my boyfriend!â
A hushed gasp fills the hall, followed by a host of whispers. Thereâs a tiny voice inside you, telling you to run. Just run, run, run away from it all. But your feet donât move, firmly planted in place as your whole body buzzes with heat and the lump in your throat gets bigger and bigger. Why was Wanda doing this? Oh God, what was happening!?
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ari scrape his chair back and stride over to the stage, a venomous look on his face. At the same time, you feel a warm hand on your shoulder as Sharon comes up the steps to stand beside you.
âWanda, honey, thatâs enough.â Sharon says softly, holding her other hand out to your drunken friend. âCome on. Letâs go home.â
âDonât you honey me,â Wanda spits out, âAnd donât look at me as if Iâm some sort of fool. If anyoneâs a fool, itâs you, Sharon!â
Oh no. You feel yourself going light-headed.
Thatâs when Ari jumps up on stage, looking huge and menacing as he strides over to Wanda. He grabs her by the upper arm roughly, âCarla, shut the fuck up right now if you know whatâs good for you,â He hisses.
âWell look who it is! Mister Knight in Shining Armour, here to save the fucking day!â Wanda laughs, and at least sheâs not speaking into the mic anymore, but did it even matter? âY/N doesnât need your help, Ari! Sheâs a fucking slut who enjoys sleeping with other peopleâs boyfriends, and sheâs proud of it! Youâre proud of it, arenât you, Y/N!?â
Youâre in no condition to answer her question. Now, your body seems to be experiencing rapid hot and cold flushes. Icicles, then fire, then icicles, then fire again. And your face feels like itâs been stabbed by a thousand pins and needles. Itâs a sensation youâve never felt before, almost like an out of body experience. Like youâre floating except it feels terrible instead of liberating, and thereâs absolutely no way for you to escape the impending doom.
Someoneâs directed the live band to start playing again, and the room fills with music to combat the earth-shattering silence. But you know everyoneâs eyes are still on the spectacle thatâs taking place on stage. Everyoneâs looking at you. And itâs like all your insecurities from the past month had come back in full force. Except so much worse, because now everyone thinks youâre a slut.
To your horror, Wanda goes to speak into the mic again. But Ari quickly snatches it out of her hands, throwing it aside and shooting her a glare, âDonât even fucking think about it.â
âOkay, Wanda, youâve made your point,â Sharon interjects gently. âI donât know why youâd spread all these lies about your own best friend whoâs been nothing but good to you, but itâs done now. Letâs just go.â Again, she reaches for Wandaâs hand, only for the latter to shoot her a sneer.
âStop acting so holier-than-thou, Sharon. Youâre not worth shit anymore, not since you got dumped,â Wanda laughs, suddenly aware of who exactly is on stage with her. She glances from you to Ari to Sharon, a look of evil glee spreading across her drunken features. âWhy donât you ask Ari again why he dumped you? Or better yet, why donât you ask your new best friend Y/N?â
The bandâs now playing an upbeat song, the lead singer urging everyone to get up on the dance floor in a bid to distract them. A few people do, but most stay planted in their seats, their focus still on the stage. Not that any of that even matters, not when Wandaâs words hit you like a ton of bricks. Out of your peripheral, you sense Sharon inhale sharply from next to you, and a deep feeling of dread starts spreading across your chest.
âCurtis, get the fuck up here and deal with her,â Ari seethes through gritted teeth. Curtis rolls his eyes, slowly making his way up to the stage like a panther going on a leisurely stroll.
âShe sleeps with everyoneâs boyfriend!â Wanda explodes, pointing another accusatory finger at you. âShe doesnât care about ruining relationships, all Y/N cares about is herself, Sharon! Thatâs why sheâs been sleeping with Ari for months behind your back! And I kept her secret because I was being a good friend to her! Little did I know she fucked my boyfriend too!â
âThatâs it, youâre fucking done,â Ari yanks Wanda off the stage, roughly pushing her down the steps all while keeping an iron grip on her forearm.
Thankfully, and yet a little too late, a stage hand drops the curtains. Dramatically, they fall down, shielding you from the stare and gossip of the audience. But you donât feel any better. No, all you feel is pure, frozen shock. And the chaotic pantomime continues, even with the stage curtains now drawn.
âSheâs been fucking Ari this whole time! She even fucked him out in the open at that frat party. In front of everyone, because thatâs the type of slut she is!â Wanda cries out, stumbling over her words that act like bullets directed straight for Sharon. And, of course, you. âAnd she fucked Curtis too that night! Like the biggest fucking whore in the whole world! Itâs true âcause he just told me! And God knows what she did with Steve, she probably let him smash too! As if slutting around on one campus wasnât enough, she had to target a guy from a different college, andââ
Sheâs cut off by Ari plastering his huge hand over her mouth, all while she struggles and fights against him. He continues dragging her down the steps before throwing her into Curtisâ arms. Immediately, Wanda pacifies, grabbing on to Curtis for dear life while the buzzcut-haired man holds her gingerly.
âGet her out of here. I donât care where the fuck you take her, I just want her gone.â Ari orders, narrowing his eyes when Curtis opens his mouth, âDonât fucking argue with me, Everett. Go.â
Curtis rolls his eyes again, cautiously taking hold of Wanda who shuts up momentarily when she notices whoâs holding her. She looks up at him with shining drunken eyes. âCurtis! You came back for me! Oh, I forgive you for fucking Y/N! I know sheâs a huge slut and she probably seduced you! It wasnât your fault at all, baby, I know that! Please let me be your girlfriend again, Curtis, please, Iâll do anythingââ
âJesus fuckinâ Christ,â Curtis grunts as he drags Wanda towards the exit. Thankfully, sheâs docile enough in his arms, and easily goes with him.
Leaving carnage in her wake.
They all think Iâm a slut, you think it again, still frozen in place. And I am! I am, I am, I am! Iâm a backstabbing slut and this is what I deserve. Total public humiliation.
You pull yourself out of whatever catatonic state your body wants to shut you down into. The stage curtains are drawn and youâre protected from all the stares of the guests, and yet you feel like you can still hear the buzz of their whispers. The gossip formulating, your name on the tips of all their tongues. Spoken with disdain and disgust. Oh, you want nothing more than to just shut down and disappear. But you canât. You canât shut down yet, not yet. Instead, you force yourself to face Sharon head on, and come clean about what you shouldâve come clean about ages ago.
âSharon, please, just let me explââ
âItâs not true, is it?â Sharon says slowly. Her cheeks look red, her eyes stricken, as if Wandaâs drunken bombshell has reached out and slapped her across the face. Her mouth downturned as if sheâs about to cry, and yet sheâs using every fibre of her being to hold herself together.
Ari chooses that moment to come up next to you, instinctively putting his hand on your shoulder. And Sharon looks from him to you back to him again. And then her face falls, and itâs like itâs all happening in slow motion and youâve got a front row seat to someoneâs heart being broken in real-time. Her face crumples as realisation dawns on her, and a whimpering sound leaves her mouth.
âIt is trueâŠâ She breathes.
âI am so, so sorry,â You begin, not even knowing how to start. You feel numb and disorientated, like Wandaâs screaming expose has hit you like a freight train you may never recover from. And yet you know not to be selfish enough to make it all about you in this moment, not when Sharon looks so betrayed right in front of you. And yet a tear rolls down your cheek as you look at her, âSharon, please understand how sorry I am. I know I shouldâve told you before, thereâs literally no excuseââ
âYouâre right, there isnât.â She cuts you off coldly, but the iciness doesnât reach her eyes which shine with a mix of tears and betrayal. âHow could you? You were supposed to be my friend. Th-This whole time I thought you were my friendâŠâ
âHey, leave her alone,â Ari interjects, positioning himself in front of you protectively. âIf you want to be angry at someone, be angry at me. Sheâs already been through enough tonight.â
âDONâT YOU DARE DEFEND HER, YOU LYING PIECE OF SHIT!â Sharon bursts out in a blaze of fury, âFor once in your life, show me a little bit of respect and donât fucking defend the girl you cheated on me with right to my face! I was your girlfriend once upon a time, Ari. And you act like it meant nothing.â
Her voice breaks at the end, and she fiercely wipes away her tears. It smears up her makeup too, but she looks like sheâs past the point of caring.
âAll Iâm saying is to leave Y/N out of this, Sharon. Whatever happened between me and her wasnât her fault at all. You and I can discuss this privately.â Ari says, his tone hard and serious. Heâs standing tall, as if being exposed for your joint betrayal has him completely unfazed. You, on the other hand, feel like youâre about two feet tall.
Sharon looks at Ari incredulously, before her eyes shift back to you as if she canât help it. âI trusted you, Y/N.â She says brokenly, âI..I liked you. I liked you so much. You have no idea how much IâŠâ Her voice trails off for a second before it hardens: ââŠand this whole time you were going behind my back.â
You swallow harshly, âIâm so sorry. Please, I know what Iâve done is unforgivable. But just believe me when I tell you that Iâm so, so genuinely sorry. Wh-When me and Ari started⊠I didnât even know you back then and I know that doesnât excuse itââ
âIT DOESNâT EXCUSE IT!â Sharon screams, and beyond her shoulder you can see a few people peeping through the curtains as if to continue watching the show. âIt doesnât excuse it at all, Y/N! You had so many chances where you couldâve come clean to me, but you chose to lie to my fucking face.â She laughs bitterly, as if she canât believe all this is actually happening. âOh God, how stupid could I have been? All those times when I was crying to you about my breakup, or when I was trying to help you get through your boy troubles⊠All that time you were sleeping with Ari and I never suspected a damn thing?! Oh, you mustâve been laughing your ass off behind my back!â
You scramble to explain yourself, you want to say more, but itâs like your throatâs closing up now. Like youâre experiencing some type of allergic reaction. Your skin feels like itâs crawling, like your self-disgust has just boiled over the edge and youâre covered in the shame and guilt thatâs been festering inside you. Except itâs now also mixed with the sheer humiliation from everything youâve just experienced. What could you possibly say to explain yourself? She was right. She was one thousand percent right.
They were all right about you, the voice in your head cackles. Steve and Wanda and probably everyone else whoâs thinking it right now. Youâre a slut.
âLeave her the fuck alone, Sharon.â Ari threatens lowly, dropping his hand from your shoulder and taking a menacing step towards the blonde. âI mean it. Not another word.â
Sharon tilts her head, and you find her looking at you. Really looking at you. As if sheâs searching the plains of your face to detect the level of your honesty. And you want to look away, want to look down because of how humiliated you are. But you look back at her meekly, feeling like a fucking backstabbing rat. Oh God, why had you not just come clean to her weeks ago when the two of you had first started becoming friends? Were you truly that spineless? Were you really that much of a coward?
âGet out.â Sharon says coldly, the hurt on her face now replaced with an impenetrable mask of stone-cold indifference. âGet out of here, Y/N. I donât want to look at you. I thought we were friends but itâs like I donât even know you. And I never knew you. So just get out of here. GET OUT!â
Her venomous words make you jump. Your lower lip quivers, and you feel like the dirt at the bottom of everyoneâs shoe. Ari turns around, tries to grab your hand but you back away quickly. Your heel catches on something and you stumble. Regaining your balance, you see Ari coming towards you, and Sharon staring you down from behind him. The pity and concern in his eyes, the pure betrayal in hers. Oh, you donât want any of it! You just wish youâd disappear!
You take off into a run, your heels clacking on the wooden floor noisily but you donât care. You do exactly what Sharonâs told you to do â you run. Gathering up your dress so it doesnât get caught in your shoes. Oh, and who cares if it did? Who cares at all? Certainly not you.
You run out into the full banquet hall, trying not to meet anyoneâs gaze. Trying to block out what theyâre whispering. You know theyâre talking about you; you know theyâre looking at you as if youâre the biggest backstabbing whore in the whole world. Which you are. Oh, how spectacularly everything had fallen apart!
Somewhere behind you, you can hear Ari calling out your name. But you donât stop, donât look back. Not this time. You weave through the crowd, your tears blurring your vision but you donât dare stop. Out into the hotel lobby, down the marble steps adorned in grand red carpeting with gold tassels. Feeling like a warped Cinderella who wasnât the helpless princess after all, but instead the backstabbing villain. Out the front entrance, and the doorman stares at you but you donât care, and the outside cold hits you like a ton of bricks.
As if on cue, the wind roars loudly, slapping you in the face with all its might and fury. And you remember earlier tonight, when youâd wondered whether the winds had been trying to warn you about something. Oh, your intuition had been right! Why hadnât you just stayed at home?! Now, the wind swirls around you threateningly, and you just stand there in the bitter cold, as if daring it to attack you. All around you, the grass rustles, the trees cower, the very ground seems to shake as gust after gust hits at you, and your hair comes loose, and youâre about to start crying in earnest, andâ
âY/N, wait! Stop!â Ari grabs your hand, his familiar warmth shooting through your entire body. He pulls you into his arms, embracing you fiercely. Your burst into ferocious tears that you hadnât realised youâd been holding in. Loud, wracking sobs muffled by his strong chest as he holds you close. âIâm so sorry that happened, baby. Iâm so sorry. You didnât deserve that.â
âI did!â You cry, another gust of wind hitting you like a wake-up call, and you push off of him with tears streaming down your face. âI did deserve it, Ari! I deserved all of it!â
Thereâs an invisible whirlpool around the two of you. Maybe youâre imagining it in your delirium, but itâs like a swirling of energy, entrapping the two of you together on this stormy night. The wind howls around you both, ringing in your ears as if to warn you again, telling you this is all wrong, wrong, wrong!
And Ari looks at you like his whole heartâs in his eyes, and they glisten with emotion that youâve never seen in him before. And he holds you close, and cups your face. He wipes your tears as if to soothe you, but how could you soothe someone who was so beyond repair that perhaps repair wasnât even an option anymore? How!?
âLet me take you home,â he whispers, âI donât want you to be alone tonight. Please, letâs just go. And I swear Iâll deal with everything; Iâll deal with all of them. Iâll make them pay for hurting you. Just please, stop crying and come with me.â
âNo!â You snatch your hand out of his and step back, shaking your head fiercely. âDonât you get it, Ari? Weâre not right together and we never will be!â
âThatâs not trueââ
âYes, it is!â You sob freely, âHow many people do we have to hurt for it to sink in that we just donât work?â Ferociously, you wipe at your tears, not that it matters when new oneâs flow down your cheeks freely, âAll we ever do is fight, Ari! We just run around in circles and fight and hurt each other and hurt everyone around us! And now I know itâs âcause we just donât work, and we never will!â
âNo.â Ari says firmly, âIâm the one who hurt people, okay? Not us. Just me. And you got caught in the crossfire and Iâm fucking sorry.â
You shake your head, âIt doesnât matter anymore. None of it matters, Ari. They all think Iâm a slut and theyâre all right! And Iâll never live this down and I donât deserve to live it down! So just leave me alone, okay? JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!â
âNO!â Ari roars, louder than the wind itself, and louder than you too. âNo, Iâm not fucking leaving you alone! I told you that I care about you, and Iâm never gonna leave you alone. So just⊠just come on. Let me take you home, baby. Iâll make it better, I promise.â
The blustering winds form an impenetrable current around the two of you, whistling and swirling with rogue leaves like a tornado that you seem to be trapped in with him. And in an ironic way, it perfectly encapsulates your relationship with him: a whirlwind. A tornado. A constant uphill battle filled with fights and arguments, always one step forward and then two steps back. Maybe it was time to just give up, to come to terms with how it just didnât work between you and him.
You sniffle weakly, âNothing can make this better. Whatever there was between us, it was never going to work. Not when it started out as a lie.â
Tenderly, yet charged with an electric emotion you canât quite pinpoint, he cups your face again. Your freezing wet cheeks welcome the warmth they bring, despite everything.
âIâll make it better,â Ari repeats, softer this time. He presses his forehead against yours. âYou mean more to me than Sharon or anyone else ever did. And I know our relationship started out wrong because I lied to you. Constantly. I know that. But I promise you Iâll make it all better and youâll never hurt again how youâre hurting now.â
You feel like youâre at a crossroads. Youâve gone through more emotional turmoil in these past few weeks than you have in any other point of your life. And each time, youâve fallen back into Ariâs arms in a heap of tears. So, what about this time? Would you do the same thing again? Another circle? Another fight? Another heartbreak?
âIâm in love with you.â Ari breathes. And in that moment, even the winds stand still. And his eyes look like twin oceans with stars scattered inside them. And those stars in his eyes, those stars get bigger and bigger till theyâre all you can see. And you canât hear anything anymore, except for his breathing and yours. And you can feel only one thing, and thatâs his hands cupping your cheeks as he gazes at you with a look of desperation mixed with something else. Something passionate. And honest. âIâm in love with you, okay? Iâve never been in love before but Iâm pretty positive that I love you, and I promise Iâll protect you from ever being hurt again.â
In the distance, beyond his shoulder, a branch from a tree falls to the ground. As if unable to stand the wrath of the wind on this night. It crashes down, all the way down till itâs no longer a part of what it had once always known. You focus on it for a split second, before some kind of magnetic pull makes you look back to Ari.
âWhy does it always take some sort of traumatic event for you to say these things?â You whisper, letting his words bounce off you. Not letting them permeate into your heart and set camp, not allowing them to let you hope. Isnât this what youâve always wanted to hear from him!?
âIâve felt this way for a while,â he says earnestly, âI just didnât want to admit it to myself. But I told you, Iâm ready now. For everything. I love you, and I want everyone to know it.â He draws you closer, cradling your face in his warm hands. How are they so warm on such a cold night? How was he so warm when you felt so cold, cold, cold?! So freezing cold from the inside out?
I love you. Iâm in love with you. I promise Iâll protect you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Oh, his words were finding their way into your heart! You take a timid step closer, allow yourself to look into his eyes. Everything was crashing and burning around you. Your life was ruined, and so was your reputation. Everyone thought you were a slut and you had no friends left at all. But Ari was here. Solid. Real. Right in front of you. Saying all the right things on a night that had gone so horrifically wrong. Should you allow yourself this? Did you deserve it? Did he?
His lips have barely brushed against yours when you hear a loud shatter right next to you.
âYou told me you werenât going to be with him tonight.â
Steve. Standing less than a foot away from you. A glass bottle lying broken by his feet, the smell of vodka strongly emanating from him. His hair falls over his forehead, swaying gently in the roaring wind. His eyes black, blown out, barely there. Hooded, like heâs sad. Betrayed. Oh, how did he even get here!?
Your jaw drops open, âSteve, Iââ
âHow fucking dare you show your face in front of her after everything you put her through?â Ari growls, pushing you behind him before squaring up to Steve. âGet the fuck out of here, Rogers. Before I break your neck.â
You swallow harshly, âAri, donâtâŠâ
Steve sidesteps Ari, and those sad eyes look straight at you. Penetrating down straight to your soul.
âYou kissed me earlier tonight, but now youâre choosing him.â
He says it matter-of-factly, his words slurring slightly but still clear as day. You feel a pang in your heart. From your peripheral, you see Ari bristle at Steveâs words, clearly taken aback by what heâs just revealed.
You open your mouth, but it feels all dried up. Like youâre back in the middle of the stage with an audience of people watching you get exposed for your betrayal.
âYou donât have to answer him.â Ari says to you, quickly recovering and grabbing your hand protectively before turning back to sneer at Steve. âGet the hell out of here. Tonight isnât the night for your bullshit.â
âHeâll only hurt you,â Steve says, ignoring Ari and looking directly at you. âI told you; all Ari ever does is hurt people.â
âShut your fucking mouth, Steve, or else Iâllââ
âOr else youâll what, Ari? I donât give a fuck what you do.â Steve finally looks at the brunet, squaring up to him till theyâre both face to face. Each as big as the other, each as menacing as the other. But thatâs where the similarities end. Ari looks wary, on edge. And Steve? Steve looks like he has nothing left to lose.
âOh yeah? Is that why youâve been dodging me all these weeks?â Ari barks out a laugh, but it sounds hollow, almost forced. And his eyes keep darting between Steve and back to you. âIâm telling you for the last time, Rogers. Walk away so she doesnât have to see me kill you.â
âStop acting like some kind of fucking hero, Ari. You of all people should know thatâs not what you are.â Steve fires back, âYouâll hurt her, just like you hurtââ
âMy carâs parked around the corner. You know what it looks like. Go, I donât want you to see this.â Ari says to you, his hand dropping yours as he keeps his eyes on the blonde in front of him. You watch as his fists clench by his sides.
Thereâs a pause before Steve laughs. And just like Ariâs from earlier, Steveâs laugh sounds hollow too. Like neither of them are enjoying this confrontation. And neither are you, and yet your feet remain planted to the ground. The winds are still howling around you, encasing the three of you in a whirlpool. And within it, you sense the strongest feeling of foreboding youâve felt yet.
âYou still havenât told her, have you?â Steve accuses.
A dark, anxious feeling pools inside your chest, twisting your veins, reaching straight for your heart. More secrets? âTell me what, Ari?â
âGo to my car, Iâm serious.â
âI heard your little speech from just now. I heard all your promises. How youâll never hurt her again,â Steve shoves Ari. And itâs a drunken shove, but a hard one. âHow youâll protect her,â another shove, âHow youâre in love with her.â
âShut the fuck up, Steve. You have no idea what youâreââ
âTell me, is that what you told my sister too?â
Everything stops. Even the wind, with how fierce and mighty it had been all night, comes to a screeching halt. Itâs like the grass stops rustling, the trees stop swaying. You think your heart has stopped too. Steveâs sister? Kira? Ari knew her? The dark, anxious feeling doubles up, multiplies in a millisecond. You feel like your insides have turned to tar, and your blood freezes in the worst way possible.
âWh-Whatâs he talking about, Ari?â Your question comes out soft, timid. As if youâre afraid of the answer.
Ariâs head whips around, and his cheeks are flushed. His jaw tensed, his eyes wild. Quickly, he shakes his head, âHe doesnât know what heâs saying, okay? Clearly, heâs drunk, and high off of something, and he doesnât know what heâs sayingââ
âWHAT THE FUCK DID KIRA EVER DO TO YOU, ARI?!â Steve erupts, making you jump. Ari flinches too, but Steve closes in on him, his dark eyes blazing. âWhat did she ever do to you? Except trust you?â He laughs bitterly, âMaybe that was her mistake. Trusting someone like you.â And then he looks straight at you, âDonât make the same mistake, Y/N. Heâll run you out of this place just like he did my sister.â
Your lower lip quivers, âWhat do you mean?â
Ari grabs your hand and pulls you back, âLetâs just go. He doesnât know what he means. He has no fucking clue what heâs talking about.â
Like itâs a hot poker, you pull your hand out of his grip, staring up at him incredulously.
âI have no fucking clue, huh? As if I havenât been in the same house as her, watching her lock herself up in her room and cry for the past fucking year!â Steve says, and this time he squares up to Ari again, grabbing the brunetâs collar to make him look at him. âAs if I havenât watched her become a fucking shell of her former self, as if I havenât watched her lose her smile, lose her personality, lose her fucking will to interact with anyone. All because of you!â
Now itâs Ariâs turn to shove Steve, and he does it with full force. Steve stumbles backwards, and Ari looks at him in fury. And yet he doesnât say anything, nothing at all. And the sticky black tar coats your heart and starts seeping into your lungs, making it hard for you to breathe. Making it hard for you to make sense of whatâs going on. Oh god, what exactly was Steve saying?! And why wasnât Ari denying anything?!
âYou canât even deny it anymore, can you?â Steve spits out, âAnd now youâre out here actinâ like a fuckinâ superhero, promising Y/N the entire world. Well, why donât you answer my question, Levinson? Is that what you promised Kira too? Is that what you fucking promised her before you spread those pictures of her to every fucking person you know?â
Thatâs when you feel like the windâs been knocked out of you. You feel faint, dizzy. Like youâre no longer real. Ari turns to look at you, and you canât even begin to decipher his expression but itâs like you no longer want to look at him. Pictures? Like nudes? Ari? Spreading private pictures of Kira around campus??? You shake your head, willing him to say something, to deny it all vehemently.
âSheâs my sister,â Steveâs voice breaks, an outpouring of emotion that youâve never ever seen from him. His face red, his fists clenched but not in anger, more so in desperate sadness. âSheâs my sister and you were my friend and you fucking broke her, Ari. She couldnât handle it, everyone talking about her, laughing at her. You ran her out of school, and you broke her. And now youâre gonna do the same thing to Y/N too.â
Ari swallows, looking stricken how youâve never seen him look before. He sucks in his breath, and when he speaks, it sounds like itâs a stranger talking: âDonât even act like you have Y/Nâs best interests at heart, after what you did to her. And you have no idea what youâre sayiââ
âThis is who he is!â Steve erupts again, this time looking straight at you, âMy sister was so fucking trusting, she did whatever he asked her to. She sent him pictures that were supposed to be private, all âcause he told her to. She never shouldâve trusted an asshole like him but she did, she trusted him with everything she had, and now look at her.â He shakes his head, his entire body shaking from either anger or grief or both. âAnd Kira, she was so broken over it, she told me never to mention it again to anyone, she made me promise not to. But you need to know who he really is. Heâs a fucking asshole whoâll hurt anyone! He hurt Kira, he hurt Sharon, and heâll hurt you too.â
âLetâs go,â Ari says to you, gathering himself and grabbing your hand, âLetâs just go and Iâll explain everything.â
For the second time, you snatch your hand away from his and shake your head, your mind racing and you think youâre going to be sick. Oh God, how many more times would Ari lie to you? âDonât touch me.â
âBaby, I said Iâd explainââ
âYou knew Steveâs sister this whole time?â
âYes, butââ
âWh-Why didnât you tell me? Why didnât you mention it even once?â Your voice sounds high, like youâre about to start crying from shock. And betrayal. You suck in your breath. Heâd been hiding this from you, so what else was he hiding?
He tries to grab your hand again, but you take a step back in disbelief.
âDonât you dare touch me. Y-Youâre a liar! You lied again. You told me you wouldnât lie to me but you lied again!â Oh, you feel like you donât even know him anymore! Did you ever truly know him to begin with? You think back to Kira, so anxious that she couldnât even look you in the eye. Had Ari really hurt her so badly? Spread around nude pictures of her and ruined her life and then continued on with his own as if none of it had even happened? âH-How could you do that to her? How could youââ
Ari opens his mouth to speak, but thatâs when Steve tackles him. You scream, caught off-guard as the two behemoths fall to the ground. The wind resumes its wicked gusts, and this time itâs like itâs taunting you. Taunting you for forcing yourself time and time again to live in this fairytale utopia where Ari and you could ever possibly work. Each slap of cold air on your face reminding you that nothing, nothing in the whole world, could ever make the two of you work.
And maybe it was written in the stars, maybe this fight was bound to happen between the two of them. And yet you canât make sense of it, watching with stricken horror as Steve grabs Ariâs collar again.
âYou sick, twisted bastard! Fuck you for ruining my sister!â Steve punches him, but Ari quickly dodges it. And Steveâs movements are slower, sluggish. You feel sick thinking of how much heâs had to drink tonight. He was already drunk hours ago when heâd showed up at your dorm room, but now? Now he looks doubly wasted, teetering on the verge of no return and completely past the point of even caring about it.
Steveâs fuelled by alcohol and a tragic rage. No, rage was the wrong word, because the anger he was exhibiting now was nothing like when heâd punched the wall or when heâd lost his cool at basketball practice. Now, it felt different. Like he was charged by his own sadness, and an underlying sense of resignation. Like a part of him didnât care what would happen to him by the end of tonight. Like he was getting all his punches in before he⊠before heâŠ
âStop!â You finally find your voice and yell out, but it doesnât carry, your words getting lost in the wind. Ari shoves Steve off of him, dragging both of them to their feet. Steve throws another punch, and Ari dodges it just in time so instead of his fist connecting with his jaw, it slams painfully against his shoulder. But Ari doesnât flinch.
âYou have no fucking clue what youâre talking about!â Ari snarls, drawing his fist back to punch back. Thatâs when you throw all caution to the wind and run forward, coming between them.
âDonât, Ari! Heâs drunk, and he took all this medication, andâŠâ your voice trails off, but the worry is evident in your tone as the realisation hits you. His medication for his mood swings. How much of it had he taken? Ari pauses, still glaring daggers at Steve, who looks back at him just as venomously.
âHIT ME, LEVINSON! DO IT, JUST HIT ME!â Steve shouts, louder than the wind itself. âItâs not like Iâve got shit to lose, so go right ahead! Iâve said what I had to say and now Iâm fucking done.â His face twists, veins popping in his forehead, his blonde locks brushing over his wild eyes as they rest on you. His gaze softens somewhat, like a drunken, tragic hero. âIâm done, Y/N. Itâs okay, Iâm done. And Iâm sorry for hurting you. Iâm sorry for scaring you. I hope one day youâll be able to forgive me.â
Why was he talking like that? You have no time to contemplate his words, however. Because Ari steps forward in front of you, his fist clenched to his side. And youâve never seen him look this angry, and once more he draws his fist back, and you try to find your voice to stop him but nothing comes out. And the wind hits its crescendo, and thereâs a clap of thunder serving as an exclamation point to this disastrous evening. Your entire body jerks, as if expecting something terrible to happen, and you close your eyes and you brace yourselfâŠ
A loud thud. You open your eyes, a scream getting caught in your throat when you see Steve on the ground. Motionless.
âAri, what did you do!?â You cry.
Ari turns to you, breathing hard and yet heâs got a confused look on his face. His fist is still clenched but he shakes his head in shock.
âNothing. I swear I didnât do anything, he just⊠He just collapsed.â
You run over, crouch down next to Steve, trying to survey any damage. Sure enough, his face looks pristine, apart from a bluish-purple hue to his pale skin that you hadnât noticed before. No signs of having been punched, however. But itâs his eyes that catch your attention, stricken and looking straight up. Almost like heâs unresponsive, when just a second ago heâd been on his feet and just fine.
âOh god, oh my god. Steve!?â Your voice goes high with panic. With trembling hands, and quick, flurrying movements, you shake his shoulders. But all that does is make his head loll back, and heâs still staring up at the sky with a glassy look on his face, not reacting to you at all. Almost like heâs on another planet. Trying to keep your panic at bay, you quickly try and feel for his pulse, and thatâs when you really start to lose it.
âOh my god, Ari, he-he doesnât have a pulse! I canât find his pulse, I c-canâtâ ARI, DO SOMETHING!â
Ari, who up until this moment seemed to be frozen in shock, staring at his still clenched fist as he stood over the two of you, seems to finally snap out of it. He springs into action, pushing you aside and crouching down next to the blond. He grabs his wrist while you look on, horrified beyond belief over what exactly was happening in front of your eyes.
He knew that mixing alcohol with his medication was dangerous, you think to yourself, another bout of sick realisation dawning on you. Heâs pre-med, heâs studying to be a doctor. Of course, he knew! Had he⊠had he meant to do this? Oh GodâŠ
âHeâs got a pulse,â Ari mutters, âHeâs got one but itâs weak.â
Tears gather in your eyes as your head starts to spin, âH-He was on this medication, he told me earlier F-For his mood swings or something. And he was drinking too, and he probably took his pills and he drank and, oh God, I shouldâve done something! I didnât think it was that bad, I didnâtââ
âWe need to call 911.â Ari says firmly, and youâre relieved that at least one of you is keeping their wits about them. You donât know whether Ariâs just good under pressure or whether heâs in genuine shock too, judging by the frozen look on his face. Nevertheless, you watch him as he stands up, getting his phone out of his pocket and dialling the number.
And, almost like in cruel irony, the howling winds that had been swirling around you have now gone silent. Deathly silent. Itâs like the three of you are in a vacuum, and yet you can barely even hear Ari talking on the phone. All you can hear is your fucking heart in your chest, and the racing of your own thoughts: this is my fault, this is my fault, this is my faultâŠ
âCome on, Steve!â You urge, grabbing his hand and almost recoiling because of how limp and cold it feels. Heâd been so warm when youâd kissed him hours earlier, so warm and soft. And it seems like lightyears ago, that kiss followed by the breathless silence. How youâd noted how he looked like he was one sip away from disaster. Oh, why hadnât you done more? You could have sobered him up, but youâd been so wrapped up in your own problems. And now?
âP-Please, donât do this. Just wake up. Or say something, just please!â And you donât know why youâre having such a reaction â wasnât it you whoâd told Steve hours ago how you and him barely even knew each other? How there was nothing between the two of you? How heâd ruined all of that? Then why, why, why was your heart burning up right now? Like a ball of fire deep in your chest, waiting to explode. You tap his cheek desperately, noting the blueish tone of his lips, wondering why you hadnât noticed that earlier. Beating yourself up over it.
âTheyâre coming,â you hear Ari say behind you, âAn ambulance is on its way. Itâs gonna be okay.â
But you donât even hear him, too busy thinking back to when Steve had been in your dorm room earlier tonight. The sad look in his eyes as heâd turned to leave after your kiss. You can feel your tears soaking up your freezing cold cheeks now as you squeeze his hand.
âI forgive you, okay? I forgive you! Just wake up, please! Steve, just wake up! Didnât you hear me? I forgive you!â
Your tears blur your vision, and his face becomes a pale blur. Fiercely, you wipe your eyes with your one free hand. And vaguely, you can feel Ariâs hand on your shoulder. And his is so warm. And Steveâs is so cold. Hot and cold. Cold and hot. You donât even notice when you feel your own hand being squeezing lightly.
âThatâs good,â Steve says faintly, his lips barely moving. You gasp and move closer, hoping you havenât imagined it. His eyes flutter gently, like he doesnât want to keep them open anymore. But his face looks relaxed, so relaxed that itâs scary, and it feels like youâre looking at a ghost. Those blue lips part once more. âDonât worry about me. Iâm comfortably numb, remember? I think I finally made it lastâŠâ
âNo, no, no, noâŠâ you scramble, watching as his eyes slip shut. You squeeze his hand again, shake at his shoulders, tap his cheek. Oh no, no, no, no. And all around you, the trees start swaying once more. The great gusts of wind continue, almost like they never even stopped, and another branch falls to the ground. The grass rustles beneath where Steve lies, and the moonlight shines on his face, making his pallor look a deathly kind of beautiful. Like an angel.
And it reminds you of the first night youâd met him. The night youâd dreamed of him. Heâd looked like an angel in your dreams too.
The wind whistles with great might, and it sounds like a cackle. As if itâs mocking you. And Steve is still, and Ariâs still holding firmly on to you, and you can barely hear the blare of the siren as the ambulance slowly approaches.
A/N: .....did Steve just.... OH MY GODDD. Well, if you made it this far then congratulations!!! I really hope y'all liked it. I'm so scared it didn't live up to expectations. I KNOW there was no smut but you guys I tried my best to see where I could fit it in... I just couldn't justify putting it in anywhere in the story and it actually making sense, pls understand! UGHHH I'm just so insecure about this chapter, but if you liked it PLESE PLEASE let me know what you think! Any thoughts, comments, feedback would genuinely be appreciated SO much like SO SO much omfg. Like any favourite parts etc? I really wanted to focus on romantic scenes between reader and the two guys and i hope i showed that! BUT YEAH PLS LMK WHAT YOU THINK ILY ILY.
Okay and as usual, here are some questions!! (y'all don't have to answer them, but just in case anyone does!!!)
Which romantic scene did you prefer? Steve coming up reader's window or Ari taking reader on a picnic? OR NEITHER???
What are your thoughts on Carla Wanda after this chapter??? LMFAOO.
Why was Sharon more upset with reader than with Ari? Hmm.....
Did Ari really spread Kira's nudes around :( ?? Or do you think there's more to the story?
TEAM ARI OR TEAM STEVE? ( if he's okay that is damn )
AND THAT'S IT! Hope y'all enjoyed it! I'm gonna stop yapping now bahahaha byeee ily ily ily
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thought iâd make a list of all the best cevans (characters) series i have read!! i have lots more to add and will continue to update this listđ«¶đ» i will also create a one shot fic rec list in the near futuređđđ
Preying On You Tonight - @evansbby
âSteve is the cocky, brash and domineering alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every day. Youâre the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. Youâre convinced Steve hates you, but what happens when he finds out you have a boyfriend? (a/b/o dynamics)â
Wicked Games - @evansbby
Ari is the campus fuckboy and youâre his little plaything. But heâs telling the truth when he says heâs going to make you his girlfriend soon, right?
What A World - @onsunnyside
S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual personâa blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that. [tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader, nomad!steve, size difference]
Just Because I Wonât Die For You, Doesnât Mean I Wonât Kill For You - @dbnightingale24
Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...howâs a girl supposed to say no?
Closer To Heaven And Closer To You - @georgiapeach30513
When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo is in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.
Just Like The Caged Bird - @georgiapeach30513
You are a widow who moves back to her husband's hometown after selling your in Georgia home. Moving in above your brother in law's garage.  Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.
Pretty Petals - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems. (multi-character)
His Koala Bear - @kinanabinks
you and steve have been best friends since you were 5. for the longest time, he has wanted so much more from you. and it's getting harder for him to stop himself from taking it.
Belong Here - @angrythingstarlight
Steve has been looking for his perfect girl and suddenly there you are stuck in this dingy restaurant. You don't belong here, you belong with him.
Finding Home - @navybrat817
Steve finds a home with you. (lumberjack Au)
Their Doll - @kaiparker-avengerssmut
y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.
No Better Than Beastâs - @lokislastlove
Youâre an animal rights activist who sets out to put an end to animal testing⊠but itâs a risky mission. (Dark!Steve Rogers)
DoppelgÀnger - @boxofbonesfic
Your husbandâs twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale + Dark!Lloyd Hansen)
Million Dollar Man - @chrisevansgoodgirl
your relationship with ransom and his insane family.
Brooklynâs Sweetheart - @spacesnail3000
Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.
Let It Snow - @spacesnail3000
She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.
Sweet Renegade - @cevansbrat0007
A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.
Evergreen, Evermore - @babyjakes
loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.
A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird - @dbnightingale24
Lloyd and Y/N have been amicably(ish) divorced for four years. However, when earth shattering trauma come their way, will they lean into what they truly want, or will the flames from past traumas still burn too bright?
Civil war- Brooklyn - @saiyanprincessswanie
Ten years ago the Readers world was turned upside down when her father was killed by Hydras Brock Rumlow. She believes the loves of her life Steve Rogers and James âBuckyâ Barnes were also killed while trying to avenge her fathers death. Reader is now working for the FBI on a task force that is meant to take down Hydra. She volunteers to go undercover to take down Hydra. In doing so she not only puts herself in the cross hairs with Rumlow but she gets to meet the mystery men causing Hydra issues. Who are the Captain and Winter Soldier? What lengths will you go through to uncover the truth and seek revenge?
The Boston Brute - @time-for-a-lullaby
When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6âČ3âł, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the âNo Fraternizationâ clause in your employee contract, youâre drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.Â
Planet Evans Universe - @astranva
In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fairâs 2014 after party. (Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!)
Donât Speak - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (Dark!Andy Barber)
Cat and Mouse - @queen-of-the-avengers
Youâre called the Vixen because you were HYDRAâs favorite creation. Youâre very hard to catch, and once you are, itâs even harder to keep you.
Letâs Ride - @starryevermore
Youâre a single mom and have just moved into a new town. You have no interest in looking for love, but the funny thing about love is, it waits for no one. (Biker!Ari Levinson)
Out Of The Darkness - @sunshinexsin
Sienna Jons has lived in Boston for three years now after graduating and is running her own salon in the city. With a small group of friends sticking by her side, she's content with her life. Enter Chris Evans, a known and feared mob boss in Bostonâs underground crime world. Coming out of a long relationship ended in a bitter divorce, Chris isnât looking for anything serious until Sienna crosses his path. Trying to win her over proves difficult for the man who seemingly has it all and Sienna is not willing to be with someone who causes such destruction in his own hometown. Sienna soon finds herself entangled in the crazy, violent world of the mob and struggles to find a way to either live with the hardened man Chris has always been or get away from him before her own life spirals out of control.
Murder He Wrote - @wiypt-writes
Youâre sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but youâre worried youâve missed the boatâŠthat is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale)
Poison Paradise - @the-iceni-bitch
Robert Pronge was sure he could settle for a fake domestic life as long as he could go on killing. Little did he know that you could give him everything he needed.
A Bun In The Oven - @witchywithwhiskey
the leaves are changingâgreen fading into golden yellow, burnt orange and radiant redâand the days are getting shorter and colder as autumn settles in. it's the perfect time of year for baked goods, fall foliage, book stores, and to curl up next to (and get under) our favorite man with a plan, steve rogers
Wilfordâs Demands - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Wilford places you in Curtisâ care so he can impregnate you.
In The Balance - @goodgirlofglory
One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?
Drowning Siren - @rogerswifesblog
The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared. It was the biggest experimental lab they had ever seen, the closest base to the ocean, full with creatures-dead creatures. Some of them laid still on tables, stripped with metal cuffs, open and already rotting. It was an awful smell. But then they heard something beautiful. A melody, a beautiful voice singing unbelievably gentle sounds. Walking into the building full with ocean creatures, they had no idea their life was about to change.
Vampire Kings Religion - @marvelcriminalhoe
In a world where fantasy beings roam every corner, the humans are on the bottom. Looked at as weak and disgraceful. The vampires are the opposite. They rule the land, and all of the creatures that take part of it. the current ruler, King Steven, has ruled for more than 150 years, alone. After many nights, and long talks with his most trusted hands, he comes to the long awaited decision that he will finally, take a wife. All female creatures, are to be evaluated, so he can find his perfect match. Of course, no one expects for him to choose a human. Especially not one from the church. Especially not the daughter, of the leader, of the church. The same church that detests the mythical creatures, wishing for nothing more than for them to perish in fire. How could this union possibly end well?
Ride And Prejudice - @pagesoflauren
A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesnât take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job.
Love On The Brain - @howardpotts
Youâre just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and voilence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer? (MobBoss!Steve Rogers)
Flamingo King - @onsunnyside
The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, youâve been here for years unlike your ânewâ neighbour, Ari. Heâs older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, arenât you just the sweetest girl in the whole damn city?
Make It A December To Remember - @imyourbratzdoll
AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM! (a chris evans xmas universe)
This Love Is Bad - @wildestdreamsblog
You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.
Nowhere To Run - @sagechanoafterdark
On the last day that Steve spent in your small town before heading off to basic training for the army, he made sure it was one you wouldnât ever forget. Years later when he appears in your town he seems like a changed man in more ways than one, but youâre ready to show him that youâve never forgotten that day. (Dark!Steve Rogers+ Bucky Barnes)
Nice To Be Kneaded - @rogersideup
Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.
Forever And Ever More - @syntheticavenger
Ransom Drysdale may be Bostonâs most eligible Alpha who has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he wonât take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.
Hackers Heart - @bakugousaysdie
steve rogers has always been americaâs golden boy, leading earthâs mightiest heroes and serving his country. you have always been bad with boundaries, a little too curious, and an absolute disruption. you are an absolute menace,so itâs only right you fell in love with the most adored man in the country.
Arranged - @time-for-a-lullaby
Living in this life, youâve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and youâre dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, youâre pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. Heâs the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
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Patience
Pairing: Daddy!Ari Levinson | Brat Baby!You.
Description: Ari decides to actually act upon his literal threats of âteaching your ass a lessonâ this time around.
Warning(s): D/s dynamics, ddlg, power imbalance, meanie Daddy!Ari, bratty!you, allusions to spanking, size kink, strength kink, begging, humiliation, rimming, ass fingering, age gap (reader is 20âs and Ari is near 40âs), possessive!Ari, dirty talk, brat taming. Minors do not interact.Â
Type: Request (anon), here.
Note: Unedited because it's 5am and I have class around 10am. Forgive me for any errors. Hope you like it <3
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Your hot and pouty face was buried between your arms that were folded âpetitelyâ over your boyfriend's work table even though you were anything but. âDaddy, please!â You whined and tried to shift in his beastly hold only to fail yet again. âI already said I was sorry and I already got a spankie!â You kicked your foot and complained like you had any power against him.Â
Ari's rough fingers only groped your stinging ass cheeks harder as he kept them spread apart for his experienced tongue to keep torturing your quivering pucker. âNah, today is the day, baby. Buckle upâ his words made you whine even louder than before and you puffed out your cheeks, your hips struggling to break free from his tyrannical grip.Â
âBut I already said I was sorry!â You were a sensitive little thing that was used to being spoiled and treated like you were the reason the sun rose everyday, not getting your way or being rough handled was not something you were particularly accustomed to. Especially not at the hands of the grizzly kneeling behind you.Â
âAs you have a million times beforeâ Ari simply responded before the sharp tip of his tongue ran around your rim again before he probed the opening that was tightly wrinkled shut. As if the tiny stretches he was causing weren't uncomfortable and humiliating enough, the recent spanks on your ass made it even worse. You had no idea how, but the jerk had even managed to spank your poor little backdoor. He was lucky you loved him. âBut today is the day punishment will actually teach you something, you little brat.âÂ
You huffed and shook your disapproval out through your body. âDaddy, you're being so mean!â Your eyebrows were furrowed but you dared not look behind and at him. You were not allowed to do so, as he had ordered you to look ahead when he had begun. âIt's not my fault those little boys look at me! I only have eyes for you!â You heard his snicker of disbelief.
âYeah, rightââ your eyes widened when you felt him heatedly spit on your asshole, clearly further instigated by your words, before one of his fingers began to push against your virgin rim.Â
âDADDY!â You panicked but Ari was unbothered. âOh, no!â Your face burnt hot in humiliation but that didn't stop your pussy from tearing up.Â
âOh, yesâ Ari's guttural voice was quiet as he leaned in to lick at one of the many fingerprints he had left on your ass cheeks, the digut he had inserted in you now knuckle deep. His thick beard tickled your sensitive skin where his tongue touched you. âOnly have eyes for your old man, huh? Is that why you go bowling with your silly girlfriends in those cute little shorts, hm?â He gave you a good few jabs so you would feel his knuckle butt against your rim. âTsk, like I don't know about those foolish little boys following you around like dumb little mutts.â Okay, maybe you did like the attention.Â
âB- But that's not my fault, Dada! I only want you!â That was true. âYou know it!â It was the reason why you liked to rile up Ari like this. Especially during periods when his stupid work took nearly all his time.
Ari began to pull his finger out and your ass humiliatingly squelched. He stopped when only the tip reached your rim. You whimpered as your pucker clenched in discomfort. âToo bad that is not going to stop me from breaking thisââ
âDaddyyy!â You whined when his finger began to push into you once more.
ââ bratty little ass in like I should have a long time agoâ you shuddered when he added some tongue to the finger fucking. âMaybe you will finally learn some fuckinâ patience when you limp all over the place like a sorry little baby slut.â
Oh dear, oh dear.
You had a long evening to go.
And a lot of begging to do.Â
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Tangled up with you all night
Pairing: Ari Levinson x escort!Reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: Your favorite client has a surprise for you on Valentine's Day.
Warnings: AU, voyeurism, threesome, oral (f + m receiving), m masturbation, unprotected sex, fingering, anal, 18+
Word count: ~3,500
A/n: This is my first time writing more than one character in the same fic, so I hope it's readable!!! I enjoyed writing this a lot and I'm excited about it and I hate saying that cause I fear I'll jinx it and it'll flop, but I really hope you enjoy it if you give it a chance đ„čđ Happy Valentine's Day!
Youâre no stranger to the dimly lit, quiet hallway. The walls have echoed the sound of your heels against the tile floor back to you countless times. Instructions are always the same â Let yourself in, the door is unlocked.Â
Your first time here was terrifying. It was one of your first jobs and you were naive back then. Who knew there were guys so desperate for your company that they would trust you enough to just walk into their penthouses.Â
You remember your hand shaking as you took a deep breath and reached for the door. Itâs funny now because it couldnât be any more different than how you confidently stride in tonight.Â
Since then, this guy â Ari â has become one of your regulars. Despite what you were there for that first night, he had a way of making you feel comfortable instantly, which certainly isnât always the case.Â
âYou couldnât get anyone else to keep you company on Valentineâs Day?â Your quip carries as you walk in. The sound of ice falling into a few glasses tells you heâs behind his bar, so you follow it. âHad to settle for me?âÂ
âIt was you or no one.â He winks as he tops off your drink, always sure to have your favorite ready for you. âYou know that by now, sweetheart.â
Heâs told you time and time again that youâre the only reason he keeps the agencyâs business card on hand. But youâve convinced yourself that he tells all the girls that⊠In an attempt to not get attached. He makes it damn hard not to though.
Taking the drink from his reached out hand, you roll your eyes. Thatâs when they land on another man walking into the room.Â
âOhââ Youâre mid sip when you pull your glass away from your mouth, licking the small amount of alcohol off your lips. A switch flips and your professional persona is back on â Standing up straight with an innocent smile on your face. âI wasnât expectingâŠâ
A smirk tugs at the corner of Ariâs mouth. âSurprise.âÂ
Itâs clear to you where this is going, but you know men are simple creatures â They like when you play dumb. So you cock your head slightly, feigning confusion.Â
âThis is Steve.âÂ
You take in the sight of him â Tall, built, sleeves rolled up showing his to-die-for forearms. Itâs your lucky day, you think to yourself. What are the chances of two attractive guys spending their Valentineâs Day with you?Â
You snap yourself out of ogling him, finally speaking to him. âJust âSteveâ?âÂ
Youâre used to no last names, but itâs fun to tease them about it.Â
âFor now,â he nods, mirroring your smile.Â
âThen hi, Steve,â you nod, holding out your hand to shake his.Â
It's his turn to let his eyes wander, but he's respectful about it, not letting his gaze linger for an uncomfortable amount of time. His eyes reach yours again and he lets go of your hand.Â
He shakes his head as if he's speechless for a moment. âEven more beautiful in person.â
âA smooth talker like Ari, huh?â You giggle.Â
Ari hands your drink back to you.Â
You flash him a smile, not dropping the innocent act yet. âIs your friend, Steve, staying?â
âI think you know the answer to that.â Ari sees right through it. âWhy don't you go get ready for us? He brought a gift for you, you gotta try it on.âÂ
Who are you to deny a gift? You let Ari walk you toward his bedroom door so he can have just a second alone with you.Â
âAs long as it's okay with youâŠâ His voice is low and genuine. He may pay to have sex with you, but he's still a gentleman. âI thought it would be fun to try something new, but you know I never want you to do anything you don't want toââ
âIt's fine,â you chuckle, bringing a hand up to pat his cheek. âI promise it's fine. He better be as good as you though.âÂ
With a teasing look, you open the door to step into his room and shut it again behind you before he can say fuck it and follow you in.
His bedroom is cozy. You've always thought that. He keeps it dark, allowing the glow from the city lights outside to illuminate it just enough â Just enough for the unspeakable things you ever do in here anyway.Â
Your eyes drift from the windows to the bed where there's a small box with a bow tied around it. There's a tag and it's addressed to you from Steve.Â
You would never ask any of these guys to their faces, but you always wonder if they know that gifts that aren't lingerie exist. Or even just different looking gift boxes to throw you off every once in a while.Â
Carefully removing the bow, you open the box. You can tell by the neatly folded lace and mesh that itâs a babydoll set. Matching red panties fall from underneath the top as you hold it up to take a look.
The lace detailing across your chest leaves little to the imagination as you look at yourself in the mirror once you have it on.Â
As if the two men in the other room can sense that you're ready, they walk in right as you're sitting on the edge of the bed to wait for them.Â
âHot damn,â Ari whistles when his eyes fall on you.Â
So far, you can tell Steve is more reserved. He settles for aânot quite silentâbut a whispered wow as he pulls the door closed behind him.
âThanks for the gift, Steve.âÂ
You flash him a soft smile and bat your eyelashes, leaning back to subtly push your chest forward. It works every time. His eyes noticeably linger there before making their way back up to yours.Â
Ari senses the tension between the two of you. You catch the smirk on his faceâas if heâs a proud matchmakerâas he takes a few more steps to get close to you.Â
The brush of his fingers against your cheek gets you to look up at him.Â
âWhy donât we let you and Steve get acquainted first, hm?â
Nodding, you glance at Steve and heâs looking back at you for your approval.Â
The wave of your hand tells him to come closer and Ari steps back to take a seat on the sofa that faces the bed so he can watch the two of you.Â
âSit,â you tell Steve, letting him switch places with you.Â
You do a slow twirl in front of him, showing off the set he got you, sure to move just enough so the hem of the top flows up, revealing the pretty bottoms underneath.
âDoes it look as good on me as you hoped it would?â He bites his lip, admiring the way it hugs your body. You can tell itâs taking everything in him not to touch you, so you lean forward to whisper in his ear, âYou can touch me.â
You donât have to tell him twice. His hands go for your hips, finger tips pressing into your skin as he pulls you to straddle his lap.Â
âIt looks beautiful.â His fingers trace some of the lace. âPretty sure you would make anything look good though.â
âThere you go with the smooth talking again,â you laugh. âWhat do you want me to call you?â Your hands come up to begin unbuttoning his shirt. âJust your name? Sir⊠Maybe daddy?â
You suppress your smile when you swear you feel his cock twitch beneath you.Â
âWhat do you call Ari?â He asks, glancing over at his friend.Â
Before he can answer, you put your hand on Steveâs cheek to get his eyes back on you.Â
âHe just has me call him Ari because heâs boring,â you joke. âI make fun of him all the time for it.â
âGot it,â he chuckles. âMy name is fine too.âÂ
âYawn,â you sigh, pulling his shirt off of him and tossing it to the floor.Â
He raises an eyebrow at you. âWhat do I call you?â
âWhatever you want,â you smirk.Â
Steveâs quick to once again switch places with you, laying you at the edge of the bed so he can kneel between your legs.Â
Holding yourself up on your elbows, your head rolls back when he begins placing soft kisses along your inner thighs. He grins to himself, noticing the chill bumps that follow his touch as he caresses your legs.Â
He pulls away slightly to get your attention and looks up at you. âMay I?â
His fingers hook on the waistband of your panties and you think heâs asking if he can take them off of you. So you nod, but heâs impatient, settling on just pulling them to the side instead.
He shakes his head seeing how wet you are for him already. âGorgeous.â
A guttural groan falls from his lips before his mouth is on your pussy.Â
âOhââ You gasp, letting your head fall back again. âGod, Steve.âÂ
You usually have to put on a show during sessions, but never with Ari, and not with this Steve guy either. Your moans and the arch of your back is genuine as he skillfully devours your pussy.Â
His tongue on your clit has your breaths becoming more shallow already. Lifting your head back up, you reach a hand down to run your fingers through his hair and give yourself leverage as you roll your hips against his face.Â
He chuckles and the vibrations from his voice have your eyes falling shut. With a few more strokes of his tongue along your slit, he slowly eases off, back to pressing a few last kisses to your thighs.Â
You let out a frustrated sigh. It felt too good for him to stop. He must have gotten a run down of the rules from Ari, you think to yourself. He knew not to let you come yet.Â
He untangles your fingers from his hair and holds your hand to pull you back up so youâre sitting in front of him. You let your lips meet his in a slow kiss, tasting yourself on him.Â
Ari clears his throat, reminding you both that heâs there. Heâs rid himself of his clothes as he watched Steve warm you up.Â
âSend her over here,â he says from his spot on the sofa.Â
Steve breaks the kiss and gets out of the way so you can stand up. Your few steps toward Ari are done on shaky legs, practically falling into his lap once you get to him. But he stops you, holding his hands on your hips.Â
âNuh-uh.â He shakes his head. âFace Steve.âÂ
He helps you turn to face away from him, quickly helps you remove your panties, and guides you to sit back with your knees on either side of his thighs.Â
You reach down to stroke his cock a few times. Heâs hard already from watching you and Steve.Â
Both of you moan out in unison as you sink down onto him. You have enough sex where youâd think it would be easy by now, but something about Ari is different. The way his cock stretches you open proves to be painful every time, but itâs a welcome pain, a pain that you crave when youâre not with him.Â
âMissed this, didnât you?â He teases. All you can do is nod pathetically. âI know you always do.âÂ
He helps you roll your hips, taking his cock as deep as you can. His hand slipping down, allowing his fingers to play with your clit, makes you cry out.Â
He knows what heâs doing. You wonât be able to hold back much longer. And he doesn't want you to.Â
âYou getting shy on me?â He whispers, kissing your shoulder when you become quiet, focused on not coming yet.Â
You groan, legs beginning to quiver. âYou know Iâm not supposed to come until you have.âÂ
He doesnât let up. âWhoâs gonna know?â
Your gaze shoots toward his friend on the bed whoâs stroking his cock as he watches Ari fuck you.Â
âHim? You can trust him. Otherwise, he wouldnât be here.â
Your eyes clench shut as you continue to ward off your orgasm.Â
âYou donât mind if she comes before us, do you?â He asks Steve.Â
âGod no,â he moans, keeping his eyes on the way your cunt swallows Ariâs cock. âShe can come as much as she wants for all I care.â
âYou heard him,â Ari whispers in your ear. His fingers press harder against your swollen clit. âCome for us, princess.â
âAhââ Your body betrays you, easily giving in to them.Â
The eruption of pleasure renders you numb, Ari having to take over to prolong your high.Â
âGood fuckinâ girl.âÂ
Maybe he is just that strong, but it must be part adrenaline too, the way he manhandles you, keeping you bouncing on his cock when you donât feel like you have control over your body to keep moving yourself.Â
âAri!â You cry out, unable to take anymore. You can lift up just enough to let him slip out of you. âFuck.â
Your chest heaves as you take a few shuddering breaths. He laughs a little, but youâre too in a daze to even notice. He keeps his hands on you as support while you turn to sit beside him with your legs over his and your head against his shoulder.Â
âIâll have to start paying you at this point,â you joke.Â
âNonsenseâŠâ His hand caressing your thigh moves slowly, nestling between your legs to part them, and you donât know if his careful movement is out of consideration of the fact he just gave you a numbing orgasm that your body is still recovering from, or if heâs doing it to tease you and keep you a mess for him. âYour pleasure is my pleasure, remember?â
Your head falls back, lips parting in a silent moan when his fingers brush against your used cunt.Â
âOh, sorry.â He frowns at you, voice laced with fake sympathy. âAre you sensitive?â
âFuck you,â you laugh, hiding your face against his neck when it turns into a whimper.Â
When he lets up, you canât help the quiet sigh of relief that escapes you.Â
âWhy donât you get on your knees for me now?â
âWhat about Steve?â You ask, giving him a wink before looking back to Ari with a pout.
âGreedy girl,â he chuckles. âGonna let him have his turn fucking you?â
His hand slapping your cunt elicits a gasp from you.
All you can do is shake your head. Youâre not used to being with two guys. Usually a blow job would mean a break for your poor pussy, but not tonight.Â
He leans to whisper closer to your ear, âWhat if we let him have your ass instead then, hm?â
âWhat?â Youâre a little taken aback. âYouâre the only one I let do that.â
âOnly me?â An amused smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He didnât know that. âYou fuck all these men and only Iâve had this pretty ass?â
You just shrug. A wave of heat washes over your skin.Â
âI knew I was your favorite,â he teases. âYou can trust him though. Iâll make sure heâs gentle.â
âHere,â Ari says, handing Steve a bottle of lube.Â
You impatiently reach for Ariâs hand to pull him onto the bed with you.Â
âIâm not goinâ anywhere.â He chuckles at the desperation, giving in to you easily. âTrust me.â
Your eyes are fixated on his hard cock as he sits in front of you, legs spread to accommodate the position youâre in on your hands and knees. Lowering your head to take him in your mouth, he stops you with a hand resting on your cheek.Â
âNot yet.âÂ
He waits for your eyes to meet his so he knows youâre listening, and you give him a nod.Â
Steveâs behind you proving your earlier assumption about him being more reserved. His hands roam your hips and your ass, reacquainting you with his touch while you grow desperate for more. You swear any other guy would damn near be coming by now instead of making you wait for it.Â
A frustrated groan is at the tip of your tongue and Ari can sense it.Â
âSlap her,â he tells Steve. âShe likes that.â
Your eyes flutter shut when you feel the strike of his palm against your ass. And another slap elicits a soft moan from you.Â
Ari doesnât let you look away from him as Steve gets more comfortable with you, finally dripping some lube to rub against your tight hole.Â
âThat feel alright?â He asks, teasing you with his thumb.Â
You sigh. âYes.â
Since you can't look back, you cast your pleading eyes at Ari.Â
âOhââ You whimper, feeling him press his finger deeper. âPlease.â
âPlease what?â Ari can't suppress his smile. He loves fucking with you. âTell us.â
âIâŠâ I donât know, you want to choke out. âNeed both of you!â
âThere you go,â he coos, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as he looks at Steve behind you. âGive it to her.â
Steve strokes his cock a few times before pressing the head of it against your tense hole. You suck in a breath at the feeling and he gently pats your lower back.Â
âBreathe, darling.â
Ari drops his hand from your face as you let out the breath and you take that as your cue to finally touch him.Â
You move your hand, resting it on his thigh. Your fingertips press against his skin as Steve pushes his cock deeper into you.Â
âOh, wow.â Your jaw trembles, dropping open in a broken moan. âThat feels good. Donât stop.â
âWouldnât dream of it,â he groans.Â
You pull it together to run your hand up Ariâs thigh, reaching to wrap your fingers around his cock, but he puts a hand on your wrist, halting you.Â
âNo hands,â he tells you. âJust that pretty mouth.â
âWhy?â You have enough sense yet to poke fun at him. âYouâll come too fast?â
He scoffs, shaking his head at you, but he canât help but smile.Â
âHarder, Steve.â He presses his hand against the back of your head to bring you down to his cock and you more-than-willingly open your mouth for him. âShe can clearly take it if sheâs still talking to us like that.â
âShit, I know she can,â he pants. You moan around Ariâs dick as you push your hips back against Steve. âSheâs fucking back against me sheâs so desperate for it.â
âChrist.âÂ
Ariâs head falls back. The room echoes with pleasure-filled sounds from all three of you. He keeps his hand on you as your head moves up and down, stilling you even when he feels you gag on him.Â
âRub your clit, baby. Come for us again.â
Youâre determined for them to let go before you this time. You listen to Ari, slipping your hand beneath you to play with your clit as Steve fucks you harder.
Not that you need to fake your pleasure with them, but you do play it up a little bit with some louder moans, letting the hum of your voice bring Ari over the edge.Â
âFuck yes,â he groans, cock twitching as his release spills against your tongue. You gently ease off of him as you swallow what you can. He swears he could lose it again when you drop your face to lick up the rest of the mess that drips down his length and onto his skin. âThere you go.â
You donât miss a beat of continuing to tease your sensitive clit. The trembling of your legs has you clenching around Steveâs cock to keep yourself from coming yet. But as soon as you feel his hips stutter and his grip on your waist tighten to keep you in place, you let go. Your pleasure draws his out and your movements are sloppy, but you push your hips back against him again until he canât take it anymore, reluctantly pulling out of you.Â
You canât hold in the whine you let out when you lose the feeling of being full of him. It felt too good, but they donât keep their hands off of you long enough for you to beg for more.Â
Ari knows you wonât be able to move on your own, so he helps you turn over to sit with your back against him as he holds your legs back for Steve to get between them and clean up the mess he and you made.Â
âYouâre a fucking dream,â he laughs, pressing kisses against your neck.Â
Between the feeling of his lips and the occasional nips against your sensitive skin and the feeling of Steve taking his time, lapping at your pussy, residual jolts of pleasure course through your body.Â
âYou canââ Youâre cut off by your own quiet moan. âDamnâ Bring the rest of your friends if theyâre all this good.â
You feel his smirk and you know his words are a promise. âIâll remember that.â
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompts | exhibitionism + piercing
pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers
warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention
word count | 1,580
an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece đ„ș this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends đđ
thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off đ« piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you đ you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there
lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs
andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself
"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs
"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch
"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy
the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"
lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you
you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit
"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect
"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal
"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub
"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"
"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"
you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure
steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"
ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch
andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"
and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"
the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring
"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace
"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot
andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"
"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm
"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come
"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"
lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"
as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen
all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"
when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" âno little one, donât move. weâll take care of the mess; you just hang tightâ
everything feels like youâre experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. youâre cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon youâre safe and content in your daddyâs arms
the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddyâs wonderful friends
wow holy cow i got carried away with this đźâđš all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much đđ
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