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biteofcherry · 3 months ago

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part of Summer Garden project

Dom!Ari Levinson x sub!female reader

summary: Putting sunscreen on your man has never been so intense as it turns out to be with Ari. Especially his reward of your service steals your breath away...

warnings: bdsm; ssc/rack (safe sane consensual/risk aware consensual kink); Dom!Ari; submissive Reader; power exchange; cockwarming; asphyxiation; asphyxiation by submerging/drowning; sex; aftercare;

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Author's Note: This is a part of a series, but can be read as stand alone. And it's my entry for Essie's @bigtreefest Summer Lovin' 300 Followers Celebration! ☀️🎉I used: putting sunscreen on one another and pool. It's utterly filthy smut, but finished with a sweet dollop of care and connection, so I hope it soothes the burn that the smut part causes 😂

You thought the scorching flames of the current heatwave were going to be the reason for your ultimate death, but you were wrong.

The cause of immediate heart failure and dehydration (due to melting and dripping) was Ari.

A summer god, with his sunkissed skin and a beautiful peppering of freckles atop his shoulders, whose big hands should be registered as lethal.

The eagerness and giggle with which you responded to his soft demand to help rub sunscreen into your skin have quickly dissolved into a growing need.

Ari’s touch was firm enough to turn the sweet gesture into a foreplay that had your breath quickening and your lips parting on more than one gasp. To your great dismay, he stopped once he was done and gave you that warning glare when you pouted and wiggled your butt.

“You did me, so I get to do you,” you poked your tongue between your teeth and flashed him a cheeky smile.

“Of course.” Ari nodded, but before you got a hold of the sunscreen bottle he snatched it away.

“No hands, Cherie.” He announced in that annoyingly calm, confident tone that meant no budging even if you poked at him with all your might.

“No hands?” You frowned. “Then how am I supposed to oil you up?”

A twinkle lit Ari’s blue eyes, that evil spark foreshadowing some delicious suffering coming your way. And your Dom’s type of suffering was of the wicked kind. Intense. Which you both hated and loved. Okay, so you loved it more. But there was still that trepidation mixed in with excitement.

He moved his hand to the back of your neck and pulled at the string tying the top of your bikini. Then he loosened the one around your ribcage, letting the scrap of fabric fall free to the ground.

You stared up at him; your brain not yet catching up with what was obviously as scandalous as a ridiculous plan.

The splash of sunscreen on your naked breasts shook you from the stupor. Your gaze dropped down, watching Ari pour more oil between and onto your boobs.

“Are you serious?” You huffed, yet you felt heat creeping up your face at the prospect of pressing yourself so close to Ari to smear that oil onto his skin.

One look from Ari was enough for you to instantly start into action, no further command was needed.

As he sat on the deckchair, you knelt behind him and pressed your chest to his back. You rolled your eyes, since he couldn’t see it facing away from you. This was the most ridiculous, downright comical thing to do!

However, the longer you rubbed yourself against his broad back, like some cat in heat, the less unaffecting it was. Quite the opposite, your body started responding.

By the time you rounded him and sat on his lap to press your boobs against Ari’s chest, your nipples were hard as diamonds and your bikini bottom was soaked. Ari’s palms touching you here and there didn’t help matters, nor the way he hummed in pleasure when you dropped to your knees.

You were sure it was still hilariously insane, more than arousing - if viewed from the sidelines. But as you moved your chest over his thick thighs, feeling those muscles flex, you didn’t care about the aesthetic aspect. All you cared for was that beautiful dick on full display, so close to your mouth, and the increasing need pulsing in your clit.

“You did so good, Cherie,” Ari caressed your cheek, then slowly slid his hand to the back of your head.

“Now shade my cock,” he guided you forward.

Your lips parted immediately, tongue flat over your bottom lip to feel that velvety hardness slide against it.

Ari leaned backwards, stretching on the deckchair with a contented sigh, while you remained kneeling between his legs. Mouth stretched wide over his girth, you took a few calming breaths through your nose to adjust.

Ari draped his calves over your shoulders, turning you into his personal, live ottoman. Yet you could still feel his muscles tense, betraying that he was keeping most of his weight off your body.

A new wave of heat flooded you to the very toes. Having Ari in your mouth was always a turn on, but this near slave-like play was adding a spice of a different kind.

Your brain seemed to switch off. There was only the musky scent of Ari mixed with sunscreen, the soft ripple of pool water behind you and occasional bird chirping somewhere far away. Your breathing was regular, your body turning cotton soft despite being in a straining position. There was warmth from the sun caressing your exposed skin, as well heat wafting off of Ari’s body.

You felt safe.

And aroused. A state which gained more and more attention as you felt your saliva pool around Ari’s cock in your mouth.

Some of it dribbled out when you had to swallow around him and his dick twitched in response to the stimulation.

You didn’t have to slide your hand between your thighs to know you were dripping slick.

Minutes, or maybe hours later, Ari’s hand settled on top of your head and with a gentle yank he pulled you off of him. You couldn’t help the little cough, or the swirl of dizziness. Ari’s gaze was intent on you the whole time, his touch comforting as he rubbed his thumb over your wet lips.

“Would you like some compensation for your perfect service, little sub?” He asked.

It was a game, since he would decide on whether to grant or deny you, as well the form of it. No matter how specific in your request you were. Which was a turn on itself, at least for you. To never fully know what your creative Dom would come up with, but trusting he’d keep it within the boundaries of your agreement.

“Yes, please, Sir.” You leaned into his touch and nipped his thumb.

Ari withdrew his hand. He snatched one of the folded towels and snapped it open. With one careless move, he threw it beside the pool. He pointed at it and commanded:

“On your hands and knees, Cherie. And turn around.”

You followed eagerly, even though the towel was a rather thin cushion between your body and the heated concrete. It wouldn’t matter anyway, since in a moment you’d be focused only on sensations provided by your Dom.

Waiting for Ari to settle behind you, you looked down at the dark reflection of yourself in the pool water. Sparks of sunlight glittered all around it.

Your loud squeak at the sudden slap to your ass sent tiny ripples on the water surface right below you.

Swiftly, Ari untied the strings of your bikini bottom and tossed it aside. You spread your legs wider, your back arching at the feeling of Ari’s fingers brushing up the inside of your thigh. He found you already sticky with your arousal, his finger slipping inside so easily.

“All of that from servicing me,” Ari praised, slowly stretching your pussy in preparation. “I’m a lucky man to have such a sweet, eager sub.”

“You’ll take everything I give.”

“Yes, Sir,” your voice turned breathy as he pulled his finger out and a bigger pressure stretched your hole.

Ari slid into you in a slow stroke, letting you feel every impressive inch. When his hips pressed into your ass, a shudder rocked your whole body.

His hands gripped your asscheeks then brushed up your back and onto your shoulders. He kneaded your muscles for a moment then moved his hands down your arms. When his fingers encircled your wrists, you knew to tighten your core muscles and stay in bent over position while he pulled your arms behind your back.

Crossing your wrists at your back, Ari held them in one of his hands. He wrapped his other arm around your middle to help you stay up. Then he started moving. Slow, deep thrusts that were as lazy and burning as the summer heat.

As maddening, too.

You felt his grip tighten to a near painful hold.

“Take a deep breath.”

You frowned at his confusing command, but did as asked anyway. It was instinctive to follow Ari’s lead, even if part of your brain was fidgeting with suspicious nervousness.

Suddenly your world was spiraling and the hot caress of the sun was replaced by the blue, cool abyss of the water.

A bubble of air escaped your mouth as you almost shrieked at being submerged, but you quickly closed your mouth. Your eyes were wide, staring at the endless blue and reflections of sunlight.

Your body tensed in that natural reaction to fight back against the potential death.

As it did, your cunt clenched so tightly around Ari’s cock that you nearly toppled yourself over the edge.

Ari pulled you back onto the surface and your mouth opened wide to catch gulps of air and blurt choked “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

Pulling you into a sitting position, Ari held you close, your back to his chest. He tilted your face, so he could take a good look at you.

“Give me your color,” even as he asked, his eyes were studying every inch of you, searching for any sign of hurt, or extreme reaction.

Your brain needed a longer moment and a few more gulps of breath to connect with your actual state. As you settled back into the scene, you recognized your body’s thrumming need.

“Green,” you croaked. “It- I was shocked. Didn’t expect that. But I’m good. I’m still very much fucking turned on,” you laughed at the discovery.

You licked the water off your lips as you held Ari’s gaze.

“I trust you, Sir.” You assured him, letting him feel it by relaxing into his firm hold. And clenching your pussy.

“Okay then,” Ari gave a slow nod and leaned to kiss you.

Few heartbeats later you were hanging over the edge of the pool once again, while he fucked into you in a sensual rhythm.

You were melting into that sensation when Ari ordered you to take another deep breath. Despite knowing what was coming, the rush of being submerged and cut off air held the same strong impact.

Your pussy clenched and when Ari pulled you out of the pool, it kept pulsing in that rapid pace that announced impending orgasm.

When it hit you full force, Ari submerged you one more time.

Your body trashed in his hold, but not a single digit of his lost its secure grip on you. When you regained your breath, your gasps were mixing with raw screams; which only turned worse from the way Ari’s fingers tormented your clit to prolong the already maddening climax.

Whether it was because of the physiological reaction, or maybe you were so out of it, but you almost didn’t feel Ari coming. Your cunt was kind of numb, still clenched like a vice, so you barely felt his cock throbbing.

Through the buzz in your head you heard his groans of pleasure and some words, which your brain was unable to unscramble into the praise that it was.

Both of Ari’s arms weaved around you tightly, holding your shaking body as you rode out aftershocks of your orgasm and the shock of what he did to you.

Asphyxiation wasn’t your limit and you played with it before a bit, but it was always just Ari’s hand around your throat. He didn’t just up it a notch, he fucking leaped twenty stories up.

You sat by the pool in the same position for nearly an hour, without you realizing how much time had passed.

Ari’s softening cock slipped out of you at one point and his cum mixed with yours dripped out slowly. All the while, he held you in his arms. Your breathing and heartbeats settled into a steady rhythm. The sun has dried you off completely.

“Come on, Cherie,” Ari finally moved, picking you up easily. “Let’s go inside, before one of us suffers a sun stroke.”

“Mhmm,” you pressed your cheek against his shoulder, “No stroking for at least another hour.”

Ari huffed a laugh at your exhausted, but still cheeky tone.

“No kind of stroking at all. Not today.” He declared, carrying you into the rented, private beach house. “It was intense for both of us, but you most of all. We’re going to talk it all over, cuddle and then stuff ourselves with food.”

“Yes, Sir,” you sighed, but it wasn’t petulant. It was a sound of contentment and vulnerability that didn’t fear to show when in Ari’s presence.

You knew he would take care of you.

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