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His innocent girl | Ari Levinson

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> DBF!Ari Levinson x Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> He can’t stand the desire you’re causing with your little outfits and the innocence you show him. Ari needs you — he needs to ruin you for every other man.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 5.349 (a lot smut, almost only smut)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, age gap (Reader in her early 20’s, Ari in his early 40’s), innocent!Reader, dub-con, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, loosing of virginity, unprotected p in v, daddy kink, crying during sex, pussy slapping, belly bulge, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasm, degradation, praises, bit of dirty talk

𝐀/𝐍 -> The idea for the Oneshot is filled with @amathslutsguidetofandom and my dirty thoughts about Ari. So thank you so much. I also wanna thank my best friend @imtryingbuck for proofreading. I love you so much, thank youuuuu.❤️❤️

Masterlist | Ari Levinson Masterlist

The pink, fluffy bunny ears fit perfectly on top of your head, making your outfit look perfect. You're standing in front of the mirror with a pink little skirt, overknees, and a short pink top covering most of your body. You turn to the left, then to the right, letting the skirt slowly fly higher and revealing the sweet, white cotton panties you're wearing underneath. You're smirking at yourself and sliding your hand over your skirt before you turn around and open the door of your room.

When you do so, you hear the voices of your parents and another familiar voice. Deep but soft, and you already know who is sitting downstairs in the kitchen with a coffee in front of him and a big grin on his lips. Ari Levinson - your dad's best friend.

With a grin on your lips, you walk downstairs, slightly jumping up and down, when you enter the kitchen, where Steve — your dad — and Ari are sitting. Your father turns his head toward you, smiling when you walk closer and kissing his cheek softly.

"Good morning, daddy," you say in your sweetest voice.

"Morning, sweetheart."

Then you turn around to face Ari, and he smiles nicely at you. His blue eyes are glistening, and he licks his lips with his tongue. His hand is gripping the cup of coffee in front of him, and his knuckles are turning white. The little skirt that covers just a bit more than half your ass and the tight top, the pink you're always wearing — Ari can't stop his fantasies even though your outfit doesn't give much to his imagination. And the sweet, fluffy bunny ears you're wearing make him go crazy.

"Hello, Mr. Levinson," you say, smiling before you turn around to make yourself breakfast.

Ari needs to hide the groan that is creeping up his throat. You can't just look innocent and talk to him while you call him by his last name. He feels his pants tightening, his dick is pressing uncomfortable against the fabric, to the point he needs to lean back in the chair. It gets even worse when you bend down to reach for the cereals on the counter. Your skirt is sliding up and revealing your panties, Ari's eyes are focused on your ass and on your cunt, and he can't bring himself to look somewhere else. Luckily, Steve is sitting in front of him, so it looks like Ari is looking at him.

You're taking the cereal and the milk, and with a bowl your dad gave you already and make your way to sit next to Ari, putting everything into the bowl while you sing quietly. Steve tells Ari something about the barbecue later, but Ari's eyes are focused on you. He looks at you while you eat your cereal and sing quietly.

"I need to go shopping for that. Do you wanna come with me, sweetheart?" Your dad asks, but you shake your head.

"I have to do a speech for uni," you say with a nice smile.

Ari licks his lips once again. He told your dad to prepare everything while he goes shopping and to know you're there with him. He feels his dick twitch in his pants; he wants to bend you over the table right now, ruining your innocence. He wants to hear those sweet moans leaving your lips when he slides his dick in and out of you.

When your dad goes shopping, you're alone with Ari. He smirks at you, running his fingers through his long-brown hair and looking at the counter for everything you need for the barbecue. You're looking at Ari, your arms resting on the table while you have your hands under your chin. Your legs are swining forward and backward.

"Do you want to help me, babygirl?" Ari asks.

"Yes, Mr. Levinson."

Ari feels his dick hardening once again while you're walking around the kitchen island. Ari is tall; he has high-defined muscles, and you need to look up to look into his face. He smirks when he points to the bowls he needs from another counter. You nod and give them to him, then you turn around once again and bend over to look for some sweets you want to offer him. Your dad loves them; you love them, so maybe Ari loves them as well?

When you bend over, Ari's eyes are immediately focused on your ass once again. He groans softly, and when you grab the sweets and turn back, you see the way his ocean-blue eyes darken. You're not sure why he groaned, but Ari just bits his lips and looks your body up and down, then back into your eyes. His hand reaches out for you, grasping your waist and pulling you close against him.

"A sweet little pink diamont plug would fit perfectly into your pretty little ass."

"A- A pl- What?" You ask, and you narrow your eybrows.

Ari closes his eyes, swallowing the low groan. How can someone so sweet be so innocent at the same time? His grip tightens, and he slides his other hand along your side until his hand is placed on your ass.

“A plug, baby. Making you feel good here,” he says, slapping softly with his palm on your ass.

You gasp, looking up at him with a confused expression. Ari slips his hand underneath your skirt, caressing the soft skin of your ass. You whimper. Ari leans closer, kissing your nose and your forehead softly, while he slides his other hand to your ass cheeks as well. He then grabs them, pulling them apart and groaning when you press yourself more against him.

“Mr. L— Levinson, what are you doing?” You ask.

Your eyes are widening, and Ari can’t stop himself from groaning once again. His dick is leaking and pressing against his pants. You’re feeling something against your lower stomach; it’s big, and you wonder if he has his keys in his pants.

“Do— Do you have your keys in your pocket?”

“No,” Ari says, chuckling about your innocence. “That’s my dick. Feeling how hard it is just for you?”

You shake your head. Why should his cock grow because of you? You didn’t do anything, so why should there be something he is getting hard from? He leans down closer to your lips, and you can feel his hot breath on your lips. You close your eyes instinctively, and Ari chuckles. You whimper when he doesn’t break the distance between your lips. When you close your eyes to look into his steel blue ones, he just grins at you.

“Please, Mr. Levi—“

“Call me daddy, can you do this?”

You nod, confused about why he wants you to call him like you call your daddy but you don’t mind. You just want him to kiss you like you have always seen it in those romantic movies.

“And what do you want, babygirl?”

“C— Can you kiss me?”

He smirks, leaning in and capturing your lips with his. It’s a short but sweet kiss, and your knees are suddenly weak, and you feel a tingling feeling in your stomach. One that slides down between your legs and causes you to press your thighs together.

“You’re oke, baby?”

“It’s tingling,” you mumble, blushing.

“What’s tingling. Tell Daddy, where is it tingling?”

Ari knows what you mean, but he wants to hear it from you. He wants to hear that innocent, sweet girl say that she is dripping her panties because of the big, broad men in front of him.

“Down there,” you say quietly, and turn your head away.

He lets go of your ass with one of his hands and grips your chin, making you look up at him again. His blue eyes piercing in yours, he smirks, while his thumb slides over your bottom lip, pressing into your mouth. You take it and twirl your tongue around his thumb, causing more tingles in your stomach. Ari removes his thumb with a plop and licks his lips.

“Do you need help with that tingling feeling in your belly?”

You nod, your eyes pleading. Ari grabs you by your waist and lifts you up, placing you on the surface of the counter. His hands slide up and down your thighs, closer to your pussy and he pushes your skirt up, revealing your wet panties. Ari groans, getting on his knees and pushing his head between your legs. He inhales deeply when his nose touches your covered pussy. You shiver slightly, moaning about the sudden feeling of him between your legs. Ari brings his hand to shove your pants away, and a low chuckle leaves his lips when he sees your dripping cunt.

“You’re so wet for me,” he says, kissing your pussy.

You moan softly. His tongue glides through your folds, and you can’t help but grip his long hair, tugging at it. You’re not sure if you want him to continue or stop; it’s a new sensation and feels good and weird at the same time.

“D— Daddy, what are you doing?”

Ari lets go of your pussy for a moment; this innocence of yours makes him so fucking desperate that he just wants to bend you over the counter and fuck you. He knows he would ruin you for everyone else.

“I have a taste of your pretty little cunt, babygirl.”

He lowers his head between your legs once again, lapping at your pussy, making you moan and arch your back in pleasure. Ari’s beard is scratching your thighs and clit slightly, masking the feeling even more intensely. A feeling you never had before grows in your stomach, and you worry for a moment since it feels like you really need to pee. But Ari’s grip on your thighs is so strong that you can’t move away to get down the counter and go to pee.

“Daddy—“ you moan, your eyes watering.

“What’s wrong, babygirl?”

“I— I need to pee.”

Ari looks confused for a moment, removing his tongue from in between your folds. Instead, he shoves his chunky fingers along your folds, circling your entrance before he pushes a finger into your tight entrance.

“Don’t worry, baby. You don’t need to pee; let go for me. Can you do it?”

You nod, and Ari pumps his finger inside of you. He hits your sweet spot, still tasting you on his tongue and lips. Your moan shamelessly, his finger moving slowly inside of your tight pussy, and he can’t help but imagine his cock in your pussy.

“Have you ever touched yourself?”

“Nu—uh.”

Ari almost comes in his pants when you tell him that you never touched yourself. You’re so fucking tight that he just wants to burry his huge dick into you, splitting you open. He pushes his finger deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot and making you almost scream. Ari smirked, feeling you clench around him. He speeds up slightly, pushing another of his thick fingers into your pussy.

“Daddy, feeling that tingle so much.”

“Let go; come for Daddy.”

And you do. You arch your back and come all over his fingers, creaming them in your slick while he fucks you with his fingers through your high. Your pussy is squeezing him violently, sucking him deeper into you.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” he praises.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of your cunt, making you whimper about the sudden emptiness. Your legs are shaking, and your breath is heavy while you look at Ari. He brings his fingers to his lips and takes them into his mouth, sucking them clean while he groans about your sweet taste. You look at him, whimpering softly about the feeling growing between your legs. Something like desire, where you need Ari to take care of your cunt.

“Daddy, that tingling—“

“Shhh— Daddy’s gonna take care of his pussy.”

You nod, pouting slightly, and Ari chuckles. He gets off the floor and leans closer, capturing your cheeks with his big hands and pressing his lips softly on yours. His tongue glides over your lips; you part them slightly, and Ari pushes his tongue into your mouth. His hands slide along your body, removing your panties. Then he unbuckles his belt and opens his pants before he slides them down, revealing his boxers with the outline of his fat, hard cock and a little spot where his tip is pressed against the fabric already wet from his pre-cum.

“Wanna see daddy’s fat cock, little girl?”

“I—“

Ari doesn’t give you much time to answer; he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and shoves them down his thick thighs. He would love to take off all your clothes, would worship every bit of your body, and kiss every inch of your skin, but he is so desperate to feel you. And the outfit turns him on beyond belief. You look at his weeping cock, which just springs free; the tip is red, and you see the veins running along it. He sees the struggle in your eyes. What should you do know? Touch it, or let himself touch it?

“You can touch it; just be careful,” he says, holding out his hand to place yours into his.

When your small hand is placed in his big one, he walks a step closer, letting his fingers slide over the soft skin of his cock. You follow every movement of your fingers with your eyes, furrowing softly while you’re concentrated on the way his tip feels. When you swipe your thumb over the slit, Ari pushes his hips forward and groans.

“Do— Does it feel good?” You ask innocently and look into his eyes.

He nods, smirking when your smile grows. You wrap your fingers around his huge length, pumping his cock slowly into your hand. Ari throws his head back, thrusting it into your hand. When you see the way he reacts to your touches, you use your other hand and take his balls into it, grinning when he groans and hums in response.

When Ari feels the pleasure in his belly growing, he takes a step back and pushes you by your shoulders down. You whimper, and when his cock taps your pussy, he is smearing his pre-cum all over your pussy. You’re wiggling your ass, earning a slap on your thigh. Tears build up in the corner of your eyes, and Ari captures your cheeks with his hands, kissing you softly.

He then takes his cock into his hand, giving himself a few strokes and slapping the tip against your pussy. You moan softly, and he does it again. Then he pushes his dick between your folds, still not entering you. With his thumb, he holds his dick in between your wet folds while he thrusts slowly forward. Your eyes are almost closed when his cock always hits your clit whenever he pushes forward. Your lips are slightly parted, and you whimper, gripping the surface of the counter to steady yourself. Ari grinds against you over and over again until you’re a moaning mess underneath him. Sweat is covering your forehead, and your hair is messy, but for Ari, you’re beautiful as always. You mumble his name and ‘daddy’ over and over again.

So cock drunk, and he hasn’t even pushed in yet. Ari loves the way you’re whimpering for more, pushing yourself against him even though you’re such an innocent little girl. Not really knowing what you're asking him for — for a fat cock that will ruin her tiny pussy for everyone else — just the thought makes Ari come almost immediately.

“Do you want Daddy to make you feel good? Are you daddy’s little slut?” He asks, and you nod, slightly confused about him making you feel good and calling you a slut.

You don’t even know what the word means, but when he uses it, it’s probably nothing bad, right? So you just nod, and Ari smirks, still thrusting his dick through your folds and hitting your clit. Your moans grow louder, your back arches, and your legs are shaking when the feeling in your pussy appears once again.

“D—Daddy, so tingling down there.”

“‘S oke, come for me; make a mess,” he says, smirking when you throw your head back.

Your walls are clenching, and your whines are needier when you come a second time. Ari still moves his dick in between your folds, pressing his tip against your clit, causing you to inhale deeply and push your hips up to get more of his cock.

“Such a slut, trying to get my cock, huh?”

Your legs are shaking, and your chest raises and falls while you slowly clam down from your orgasm. Ari didn’t come yet, and you wonder why he didn’t; maybe he doesn’t feel as tingly as you do?

“Daddy?”

“Mhm?”

“Don’t you feel tingly?” You ask, pouting slightly.

“I do. But my cock needs to be warm and wet, babygirl,” he explains with a grin.

Ari’s hand is still holding his cock in between your folds, slapping it a few times on your pussy before he moves himself further down to your tight entrance. Even when it’s an odd feeling, it gives you at the same time pleasure when his dick touches your entrance. Ari tries to push the tip of his cock into your pussy, but it doesn’t really work, and he immediately slips out of there.

“Aww, babygirl. Don’t you wanna have Daddy inside of you?” He asks, amused.

“I want, Daddy,” you whimper, feeling the tears falling down your cheeks.

“Shh— it’s fine. I will make it fit, baby,” he coos, caressing your cheek.

Ari tries again, pushing his cock slowly into your tight entrance. You grip his muscular arms, digging your nails into his skin while he stretches your entrance with his dick. You squirm, trying to escape the slight pain he causes in your pussy. Ari’s just pushing a tiny bit into you before he pauses, your walls already clenching around him, squeezing his cock.

“Do you know that you make me go crazy with that little outfit? Or with all your outfits, showing almost your ass,” Ari says and smirks when you blush about his comments.

“I— It’s so big, Daddy,” you mumble, digging your fingers even more into his arm.

Ari smirks, leaning closer to capture your lips with his, soft and warm. When he leans closer, his dick slides deeper into your tight hole. You bite into his lip, causing him to chuckle. When he leans back, your eyes are almost closed. You moan, arching your back, and he pushes his tip completely into you. Ari groans about the sudden tightness around his cock; you’re squeezing him, and Ari just wants to push deeper into you, getting more of your warm, tight pussy.

“Breathe deeply, oke?”

You do, inhaling deeply, but it gets interrupted when you suddenly scream in pain. Tears are building in the corner of your eyes, and they roll down your cheeks. Your eyes are red, watering even more when Ari doesn’t stop from pushing inside of you.

“Pl— Please, stop. M—My belly,” you whine, trying to get away from him while you’re still holding his arms.

“Sh— It’s oke, it feels better when I’m inside of you,” Ari mumbles, smirking when you nod.

He didn’t know that your tears would make his cock twitch, but they do. You’re pretty when you cry because of his cock. When it’s because of him splitting you in half with his fat dick, turning you into his own little sex toy. He knows he shouldn’t ruin you for another man, but he just can’t hold back when you’re underneath him with that cute outfit, the bunny eyes on your head, and the tears all over your cheeks while you take his cock like a good girl. And when he is the only one who fucks you, when he is the one who loves you, then he doesn’t ruin you for others because you’re his — and only his.

Ari is just a bit deeper inside of you than he was before, with most of his cock still outside of your cunt. He wipes the tears on your cheeks away, kissing the tip of your nose, and continues to push into you. He is stretching you open in a way you never thought it could be possible to stretch something. Ari is huge; you feel the vein of his cock inside of you, and even though it burns, it kinda feels great.

“Doing so well for Daddy. Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

You nod; the pain gets worse once he pushes himself faster into you. He just can’t and doesn’t want to wait to be completely in the warm wetness of your pussy. Ari needs you to be inside your pussy, to clench around his cock, and to see more of those pretty tears of yours while he fucks you senseless. He wants to hear you screaming when you come all over his dick, making a mess and squeezing him even tighter.

“D—daddy,” you squeal when he grips your waist harshly to guide his dick better into you.

Ari laughs, pulling you closer against him and shoving his cock deeper. Tears fall down your cheeks, and you squeeze your eyes shut while he rams his dick in your pussy. He is rough this time, not giving you time to adjust to his length. Ari needs all of his control to not come immediately; you fit so perfectly around him, sucking him in, and the warmth that surrounds his cock makes him go crazy. He digs his fingers into your soft skin, bringing his cock completely into your tight hole. You squirm, clenching hard around him, while he splits you open. You pussy burns, and you feel like your tight cunt just can’t get used to his fat cock.

“I’m sorry, babygirl. I just couldn’t hold back any longer. Shhhh— breathe; you’re doing so well. Taking Daddy’s cock like a good girl. You’re so pretty when you cry on my cock; you’re so pretty, baby,” he coos, leaning closer to kiss the tears away.

Even when you’re still crying, he kisses them away, making sure you’re feeling better with his dick inside of you. He knows he should pull out, give you time to adjust slowly, and work you open with his fingers, but he was holding back for so long, and he just wants to feel the warmth around his cock. The clenching feeling of you and the tears that cover your cheeks because he is just too fat for your baby cunt to take him.

“Daddy, I— I can feel you so deep in my belly,” you whimper.

“Yes. See that?” Ari asks, pulling your shirt up and revealing your soft belly with the bugle of his dick. “That’s my cock.”

You whimper, sliding your head down to where his cock is visible. You slide your fingers over it and make him smile even wider. He adores the way you’re looking so innocent and now with his cock inside of you, seeing him poking in your belly and touching the bulge he is causing with his cock. Ari slowly pulls out of you, making you hiss about the sudden feeling. You whimper when you feel every inch of his cock moving inside of you.

“Nuuu—Daddy, please stay there.”

"Aww, do you need my cock inside of you? Pretty little slut for me,” he says, smirking when you nod eagerly.

He pushes back inside of you, and you immediately sigh in relief. His dick stretches you painfully, but when he pulls out, you feel so empty, and when he just stays like that, the pain slowly fades away. Ari just pushes slightly forward and backward, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“Don’t! Daddy!”

“Oh— baby, not like that; be nice,” he says, bringing his hand to your pussy and slapping softly on it.

You gasp, your eyes watering, and Ari does it again, causing more tears in your eyes. He then presses his thumb against your clit, circling it softly. You wiggle underneath him, and his dick slides deeper into you until he is balls deep inside your pussy. You squeeze him even more, and when he rubs circles on your clit, the feeling you had earlier appears once again in your stomach.

“Daddy— tingling.”

“It’s oke, come for daddy; come all around his fat cock, little slut.”

And you do, your walls clenching violently around his dick. You’re moaning loudly, throwing your head back and pushing your hips more against him, and his fingers continue to circle your clit. Ari starts thrusting into you slowly and only a bit, but you feel every tiny movement of his cock and every vein along his shaft. His eyes are piercing in yours while he fucks you through your high.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking good, pretty girl.”

Ari throws his head back when you look through your lashes at him. Your eyes are still filled with tears, but the desire in his eyes makes him thrust into you. You’re sucking him in every time he pulls out of you. When another sharp pain suddenly appears in your skin, you look at the place where the two of you are connected. He slaps your pussy slightly, but enough to cause a sharp pain in your overstimulated pussy. Ari moves his hips at a steady but faster pace against yours. His balls are slapping against your ass whenever he thrusts forward. Your arousal is covering his dick; the sound when he pushes back into you makes him feral, and his thrusts are harder. The juice that is dripping out of you lands in his balls. They are heavy, and it gets even worse when he thinks about the way he is pushing his seeds into you.

“Feels so good—“

“Yeah? Are you daddy’s little slut?”

You nod, pushing yourself against him when he tries to pull out of you. Ari chuckles, slapping on your pussy once again, causing you to squeal and look at him with widening eyes.

“D— Faster, please.”

Ari groans, but obeys. He is thrusting his dick faster into your tight cunt, making you cry on his cock even more. Your pussy slightly hurts, but the feeling of his cock inside of you feels just too good.

“You’re such a little desperate slut, so cock drunk, aren’t you, baby? Asking your dad’s best friend to fuck you like a little fuck toy.”

You whimper, and Ari smirks, fucking harder into you, getting more of those sweet moans from you. Ari feels his dick twitch, your walls clenching and making it almost impossible for him to move inside of you. He circles your clit with his thumb once again, making your eyes shut up, and you throw your head back in pleasure.

“D— Please, I need to come,” you shout, your hands gripping his arm.

Your nails dig into his skin, and you’re feeling his grip on your waist tighten while he fucks you closer to your orgasm. Ari isn’t far behind you; you feel just so perfect around his dick.

“It’s so sensitive, daddy,” you whimper.

He grins, pushing his thumb further down on your clit. Making you gasp and making eye contact with him.

“My pretty little slut. See, I’ve ruined you for every other man. You’re mine, aren’t you? Tell me you’re mine, and you can come.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours, Daddy.”

He speeds his thrusts up, pushing harder into you. Ari loves to hear the soft whimpers and moans slipping over your lips while he fucks you like his little slut — the little slut you are for him. His dick is pulsing, and he is moaning low when you clench more than before. Your legs are shaking, your bodies are covered in sweat, and his breath is just as heavy as yours. You’re just about to come, and Ari knows. He rubs his fingers over your clit, your eyes widen, and you come. Squirting all over his dick and making a mess. Ari laughs, looking at your juices all over his dick and lower belly. He just comes a moment after you, pushing his cum deep into your tight hole and painting your walls with it.

“So— so sensitive, Daddy,” you mumble, letting your head fall down on the surface of the kitchen counter.

Ari pushes his dick slower into you, riding both of your orgasms out while you try to catch your breath. His hand slides from your clit to your sides, caressing your soft skin while his dick softens inside of you.

“You’re doing so well. Squirting all over me. You’re all mine,” he says, leaning closer to kiss your lips. “But that’s our little secret, baby. I love you, my pretty girl.”

“I— I love you too, daddy.”

Ari smiles; he helps you sit up and slips his cock out of you. You whimper about the emptiness inside your pussy. He then looks at your pulsing pussy, admiring the way your cum is dripping out of your cunt. He pulls you closer and grasps your tights to pick you up. He carries you upstairs to the bathroom, placing you on the toilet.

“You need to pee,” he says, turning around and walking out of the room.

He closes the door behind him and lets you pee. After you finish, you open the door quietly and look at the broad man who is standing with some new clothes for you in front of the door.

“Take a seat, and I will clean you, oke?”

You nod, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and look at Ari, who gets on his knees in front of you. He has a wet washcloth in his hand and spreads your legs, cleaning your thighs. Ari moves his hand higher to your pussy, cleaning your folds and wiping your mixed juices from your pussy. You whimper, your cunt still sensitive from his dick inside of you.

“Daddy’s so empty down there.”

“It’s oke. Let’s just dress you, and then Daddy needs to clean himself. But I will put my dick into your baby cunt next time your daddy isn’t home,” he says, kissing the pout away from your lips.

After cleaning the two of you, you changed your outfit, still wearing similar clothes and the cute bunny ears on top of your head. Ari was grabbing your ass when you walked past him out of the bathroom, smirking when you squirmed in surprise.

Now you’re sitting on the kitchen counter while Ari stands between your legs, kissing your lips softly. His hands are on your waist, and his finger is digging into your soft skin.

“All mine, my little girl, my pretty girl,” he says, smirking when you blush softly. “Now let’s get the barbecue ready; otherwise, Steve is going to ask what we did the whole time.”

You giggle, grasping his shirt to pull him closer and kiss him again. Ari chuckles, then he pulls away and gets the barbecue ready.

“You’re so beautiful, my pretty girl,” Ari tells you.

When he walks through the kitchen and reaches you, he kisses you softly while his hand trails along your thigh.

“I’m home!” Steve shouts and walks toward the two of you.

You smile at him, your cheeks red, and Ari smirks widely, but Steve doesn’t say anything. It’s pretty warm in there, so he doesn’t even recognize what’s happened between you and Ari. You had sex together, and he took your virginity and claimed you and your pussy as his. And even better, Ari loves you; he really fell for you.

“I love you,” he mumbles into your ear while he walks outside with your dad.

“I love you too, Ari,” you say, jumping off the counter.

Ari’s grin gets wider when his name slips past your lips. He is a lucky man to have such a pretty girl like you by his side.

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How I'm Looking At You, Part 8

Summary: You and Ari have a really long date...

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit sexual content, explicit language, fingering, dry humping, teasing, brief sexual harassment, mild violence, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, blood, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 7.5K

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“What are you doing?” Ari asks.  He steps behind you, smoothing his hands down your curves.  You cannot let him confuse your brain.  You have things that you need to do.  And currently they do not involve being distracted by this beautiful man. 

“Darling?  What’s all this?” Having him in this bedroom alone with you makes this decision so much harder.  You can’t have his hands, his scent, and his warmth infiltrating your mind.  Hindering your thoughts to the point that it will make you change your mind, and you don’t want that.  

Keeping a hand on your waist, he turns to look at the bed in ‘your room’.  He gestures towards your bed, and at the weekender bag in the center with clothes surrounding it.  “We’re just going out to the city.  Do you need help choosing an outfit?” 

“N-n-n-no,” you stutter, still unable to look him in the eye.  

“Can you tell me what’s going on then?” You shake your head no, keeping your eyes on the dresser in front of you.  Looking at him terrifies you at times.  “Hey, hey.  Let’s — you know, take a step back.  Are we going to the city today for a date?” Eagerly you nod your head, and he breathes a sigh of relief.  “Okay, because for a second I thought you were leaving me.” 

“What?” You spin around and stare up at the most beautiful human you have ever seen in your life.  “No!  No.  No, I wouldn’t.  I-I-I’m a bit embarrassed to say.” 

“I’m not going to judge you, Darling.  I never would,” and he never has.  Of all the people that have been in your life, they’ve always judged.  Always told you what you should do, who you should be.  They wanted to control every aspect of your life.  But with Ari, you get to be you.  And he loves every version you have tried out.  Encourages you daily. 

“I’m preparing for an ‘if’,” you respond with much more conviction than you had anticipated.  Nerves wiggle around in your belly, and you just hope that he agrees with your ‘if’.

“An ‘if’?” Ari’s chuckle sends a wave of heat to your stomach, and through your body.  He turns you on way too easily.  “What does that mean?” 

“What if we didn’t come back?” 

“I’m listening,” his voice growls, and he settles on the bed.  Rubbing his thigh as his crystal eyes peer up at you through his lashes.  Taking a deep breath, you walk over to him, and sit in his lap.  He pulls you in closer, and runs his hand up and down your back.

“I’m not ready to officially leave yet.  I-I-I don’t think,” Ari’s large hand cups your cheek, and then he caresses your jawline. 

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he’s making it impossible to breathe because all you want to do is feel him all over you.  

“I want to leave.  With you.  But I’m not ready yet.  But maybe this is our beginning.  Like a trial run.  I want you, and,” you take several slow calculated breaths, inching closer to him before laying your head on his shoulder.  Your hand lazily moves up and down his chest, “I want you to have all of me.  We could get a room.  And…” 

“You want your first time to be in some old hotel?” 

“I just want my first time to be with you.  Away from here, so we don’t have to worry about nosy Amish men.  When I — we have sex, not fuck, I don’t want anything to distract us,” lifting up off his shoulder, you gaze into his eyes, “It’s not about where.  It’s only just been about you.” 

“So…you’re saying you want this trip to be a fun full day of just me and you, and then we stay the night somewhere?” Smiling, you nod your head, and quickly kiss his lips.  “I don’t want you to feel pressured.  Especially not by me.  I’m okay with everything going on right now.” 

“I don’t feel pressured!” You yelp.  You don’t.  That is not a lie.  But the way that your body is craving him.  The way that it yearned for him to touch and kiss every part of you, while you also paint him with your tongue.  You want to move your fingers over every inch of his tanned skin.  Learning each of his freckles, and scars.  You want to fully dive in and discover the man that you are falling for.  No, that you are madly, irrevocably, torturously in love with. 

“I don’t feel pressured.  But I want it.  I want you, and I want us, and I want to make sweet love with you.  And I want you to fuck me like your dirty whore.  And I want to wake up with you spitting on your hand, to prepare my body to take you.  And I need you to come inside of me, so I can feel your cum deep in my belly, and…”

“Shh,” Ari uses his hand to cover your mouth.  You’re trying to kill him, and you’re getting very successful.  It is taking everything in him to not get hard.  Your filthy fucking mouth will be the death of him.  He would damn his sister if it wasn’t for the fact that it made you a needy little slut for him.  You had the knowledge in theory, but not the practice.  You were a menace to him.  

The ways that he wants to just claim you, use you, and make you free use are numerous.  He wants to have each and every single part of your body covered in him.  He wants to see you use him.  Ride him.  Take out your years of pent up sexual denial and frustration out on his dick.  He will lay back and just watch you learn the pleasure of each other's body.  He can tell that you are eager to try everything out.  

You are his dream girl that he wasn’t looking for, and didn’t even know he wanted.  “Okay, you can’t talk about things like that while you’re sitting on my lap.” 

“Why?  Did I make you hard?  Can I see?  Can I watch you get hard?” 

“Darling!” He groans, letting his body fall back on the bed.  “You’re killing me.  Believe me, I will let you sweetly lay on the bed and play with my soft cock all you want.  Learn human anatomy using my body.  But if we don’t stop talking, I will want to just fuck you right here, right now, and risk someone catching us before you’re ready.  Please, just — just finish packing a bag with whatever you want.  Let me go pack some things, and…” 

“No condoms,” you’re going to be the death of him!  “Please.  I don’t want anyone else,” you didn’t know anyone else.  His fear is that you will get your taste of freedom, and want to try all the flavors of the world.  Other men, maybe women, whatever your heart desired.  “I just want you, and I want to really feel you.” 

“A condom doesn’t change that much.” 

“And I want to know what the ropes of your thick cum feel like from the inside,” his jaw drops open, and he begs for whatever being out there sent you to him to have some mercy.  Filthy fucking mouth.  “Is that so wrong?” 

“If you weren’t so damn innocent while saying this, I’d want to spank you, and don’t wiggle your ass on me.  I will spank you in time.  Darling, I’ve got to pack.  I’ll bring condoms just in case,” he says, picking your body up to set on the bed.  Your eyes immediately fall to the massive bulge in his pants.

“I’m sorry,” no you’re not.

“It’s fine.  It’s just my body reacting to the love of my life destroying my brain,” he leaves the bedroom, and your eyes go so large watching him.  You heard it.  You did not dream it.  He called you the love of his life so nonchalantly that it shocks you.  How did he say that and make no other comment?  Did he realize he said it, or was his hard on confusing his brain?  

Surely that was a mistake.  He didn’t mean it.  He was just speaking because he had to get away from this situation.  But what if he’s being serious?  What if it was just spoken out loud out of confusion, but it’s something he has truly been feeling?  You have.  You know that you love that man.  You know that not only are you giving up everything for that man, that you want to spend the rest of your life with him. 

There is not ever going to be anything better than him.  He is exactly who you want.  And you want to remember this time.  The time when it is just you and him, trying to figure out how you’re going to go about leaving all that you know behind.  How you’re going to have to leave your family forever.  There isn’t going back.  There’s this life, or Ari’s, and you think you chose his life a long time ago.  

Just breathe.  

It’s only a date with the love of your life.  It’s only your first slumber party.  Nothing has to happen, but you also don’t think your body can continue to hold back from him.  You are too curious, and you’re ready.  As long as you’re with him.  

Ari can’t keep his eyes off you.  Not only do you look fucking amazing in what his sister calls a milkmaid dress, you look at ease.  Every curve is on display in that boner inducing dress.  Your bonnet is off your head with your baby hairs waving in the wind.  He wonders if you’ll cut your hair once you’re out of the community.  Wonders if you’ll let him treat you to a mani/pedi.  Will you want to travel around the world?  Will you let him treat you?  Spoil you?  

Will you allow him to give you choices?  Will there be times that you let him take the reins?  He doesn’t know and doesn’t care.  He just wants to experience it all with you.  

Even just looking at you leaning over the window.  Your sweet self just watches everything drive by, almost like you’ve never seen something quite like it.  There’s a reason he likes this truck, and it’s the bench seat.  He had hoped you’d scoot real close to him, but he’d hate to miss this view. 

“Quit staring,” you break him from his concentration of your body, while also trying to keep his eyes on the road.  He has the most precious cargo inside.  “I feel your eyes on me,” you peek over to him, and he is in fact sideways glancing at you.  “You’re making my skin prickle.” 

“Why?” 

“Because,” you exhale.  Sitting up in the seat, you lay your hands in your lap, and whatever it is you’re doing with your arms, it makes your breasts look even more scrumptious.  You make it difficult to breathe.  “Are you fucking me with your eyes?” 

Thank goodness for a red light, because Ari looks down at his lap, begging his cock not to react.  He loves the way you innocently spout filthy bullshit like that.  You have the mouth of a sailor sometimes, and no ability to keep it quiet.  “Yes,” he responds.  He won’t lie to you.  

“What are you doing to me in your mind?” Ari exhales deeply, shaking his head as he starts to accelerate.  He could be honest.  Heaven knows that your books have said worse.  “Am I leaning over this seat, and letting you fuck my mouth?” 

“No,” although that is a thought.  Just a small drive down the road with your mouth full of him.  Ass in the air, so he can play with your pretty pussy, and him trying to pay attention to the road.

“Am I turned in my seat like this?” You spin around to look at him, keeping one leg on the floor, while the other rests on the seat.  “With my dress pulled up like this, and I move my panties to the side like this?” his eyes stay on your core as you shift those lacy pink panties to the side, and he sees your cunt drenched in arousal.

You’re trying to kill him.  “Did you shave again?” 

“I like that there’s a secret that no one else can see.  But you,” he gulps, looking at your spread thighs.  Your tight pussy that no one, but him has seen on full display.  Glistening in the sunlight.  You spread yourself open, and he sees your tight little hole that he wants so badly to sink his cock into.   “I want you to get a good look at your cum leaking out of me.” 

“Fuck,” Ari grunts, rushing over to the side of the road.  He slams the truck into park, and just sits there deep breathing.  You are both an angel and a devil, and you were sent here to destroy him. 

“Does that bother you?” 

“Nope,” his voice squeaks.  He doesn’t want to get hard just yet.  But he’s running out of stupid things to think about that aren’t the words coming out of your sinful mouth.  

“Or are you thinking about letting me ride your fingers as we drive down the road?” That is a start.  “Pulling my dress down like this, so you can watch me pant?”  peeling your dress away you let each of your breasts spill out.  You would walk around with no bra on.  You would let your tits hang out while your pussy is spread.  And he would be the devil if he had you right here.  

“You’re a filthy fucking girl, you know that?” 

“Only for you,” you smile.  He finally looks over towards you, and you’re on full display.  Tits hanging out, pussy spread wide open.  Thank fuck for tinted windows.  He could just about come in his pants like a fucking teenage boy.  That’s the way you make him feel.  Young and inexperienced.  

“Show me what you do at night in your bed when you think about me,” your head tilts to the side, and your mouth lifts in the most evil devil may care grin.  “Go on,” he sighs, scooting closer in the seat to you.  

He plants himself close enough to you that you can still reach in between your legs to pleasure yourself.  Leaning forward, he grabs one breast in his hand, and gives it a hard suck before moving to the other.  His tongue flicks over your nipple, and he gives it a gentle bite.  Getting the little bud hard and sensitive before pulling off you.  

“Fuck yourself,” he taunts.  You hesitate for too long, and he reaches, and pinches both nipples at the same time, and brings you closer to him.  Your mouth lags open, and you hold your breath at the intensity of his stare.  “Fuck yourself.  Or…” his fingers roll your nipples in between them, and you chirp at the feeling. 

“Or?” Your chest heaves.  God, he feels good.  He feels like the best thing in the world.  

“Climb in my lap, and make yourself feel good,” he hasn’t dry humped in who knows how long.  But he is aching.  Unable to keep himself from having a hard on.  His cock is at full mast, and bulging in his pants.  And if it takes you grinding on top of him to get you both off long enough to enjoy an innocent date, he’ll do what he has to do.  

“Come on.  What are you going to do?” Without a second thought, you launch yourself up, and settle on his lap.  His hands grip tight to your hips, and he reaches to the elastic of your panties, and rips the damn things off.  “Those are in the way.” 

With your dress sleeves hanging limply on your shoulders, you start rolling your hips.  Moaning at the feel of his hardened length at your center.  He isn’t inside of you yet, but this feels amazing.  You can’t even imagine what he’ll feel like once he’s reached the depths of your body.  “There’s my girl,” he pants.  His eyes moving from your eyes to your bouncing tits.  “So sensitive.  So soft.” 

He’s losing his mind.  This is something teenagers do to experiment, and has no business feeling so good to a grown man.  “So fucking good, baby.  You’re doing great,” slamming your mouth on his, you take from him greedily as you arch your back.  Increasing the filthy grinds on his body.  

“Wait, wait, wait,” he says.  Hands on your hips, he lifts you up a bit, before he shimmies a hand underneath you, “Two or three?” 

“What?” You pant.  What does that even mean? 

“Two or three fingers?” Oh, sweet lord.  That’s a hard question.  Almost as hard as his cock under you.  “Darling? There’s no wrong answer.” 

“Three!” 

“You’re sure?” 

“Yes,” you nod.  Your jaw slackens when you feel his thick digits touch over your most sensitive area of your body.  He moves them through your slit.  Using your honey as lube before adding pressure, and pushing into you.  “I’m okay,” you promise.  He knows you are.  He’s taking his time because he wants to memorize your face.  “Ari!” 

Three fingers break through the barrier of your walls, and you’re so tight, he swears he feels you all the way to his balls.  Honestly, this is a perfect way to start some early prep on your body.  It’ll sting when he enters your pussy.  “Oh, god,” you try to breathe as his fingers venture deeper in your body.  Not stopping until your mound rests on the palm of his hand. 

“You are doing so good,” he coos, kissing over your jaw, and down your neck.  “You take me so well, Darling.  So fucking good.  You feel so fucking good,” he leaves a trail of open mouth kisses across your neck.  Nipping and biting on your soft skin.  Going lower because if it leaves a mark, you’ll need to hide it.  And he really wants to mark you.  

He wants to take you to this stupid fair, and have you walking around looking like you have just been fucked, and they’re going to know who fucked you.  Well, sort of.  “There’s my girl,” his voice is so low as you start to work yourself over him. 

Rising and falling over him, and relishing in the feeling of him stretching you out.  Of him devouring your neck, and groping your body.  Moments like these, you want him to use you.  To view you as only an object, because you are.  You are for his pleasure because he gives you so much pleasure.  He allows you to be you, he’s given you the freedom that you were too scared to hold within your grasp. 

And within that, you found a friend.  Someone willing to treat you like a human, and you’re equal.  Someone to build your confidence, and not shy away from the monster he created.  He wants this journey with you.  And you want everything with him.  All of life, you want him to be your guide.  Show you the way of the English.  Of real people outside of the hell you were born into.  

Sex is not evil.  Pleasure is not of the devil.  Looking in the mirror, and liking what you see is not a sin.  Exploring life with a man that you love, and is your best friend without a chaperone isn’t wrong.  You aren’t wrong.  You aren’t broken.  You just weren’t meant for their world.  You’re mean for yours.  With him in it.  

“Oh, god,” you squeak out.  Your body tensing with the deep coils of pleasure that wreak havoc on you.  “Ari!” He’s never seen you look more beautiful.  He’s feasted in on your body, but nothing has ever looked as magical as you straddling him, riding his fingers, and trying to make yourself come.  “Ari, I can’t breathe!” 

“Yes, you can.  You’re doing so good.  Making me feel so good,” you don’t know why being stretched, and feeling so full is as earth shattering as it is.  And you can only imagine what his cock nestled inside of you will feel like.  But my god, this man.  This beautiful, glorious, amazing man.  

“Come on.  Let go, Darling.  Let go, and come on my fingers.  I’m waiting for you.  Just you.  Only.  You,” the damn breaks, and you let your body gush on him.  Mewling out his name, and nonsensical words as the most amazing high rushes over your entire being, and you melt on him. 

“Fuck.  Fuck that was hot.  I’ve never came like that before,” you just mumble, nuzzling in closer to him.  Feeding off his warmth.  “Only you make me feel like that.” 

“Mhmm,” there is another hour of driving, and you’re so sleepy.  What is he going to do with you?  

“Come on,” he sighs, helping you off his body.  You can lay on his now damp leg, and nap the rest of the way.  “I’ll wake you when we get there.” 

“Okay,” you are the cutest, and still most sexy thing he’s ever seen.  He tucks your breasts back into your dress, and coaxes you into a lying position.  Letting your head rest on his thigh, and he taps your ass.  He’s going to keep you.  You’re his now. 

If Ari could ball this day up and keep it with him for all eternity, he would do it without hesitation.  He would keep this day in his pocket.  Your smile is the thing that could keep him going forever.  Forget food.  Forget water.  He just needs you and your perfect smile to get him through the day.  

Sunny.  Radiant.  Lively.  

Perfect. 

“Stop staring,” you giggle, throwing another dart at a balloon.  “I can’t concentrate with you looking at me like that.” 

“I can’t help it,” he croons.  Ari sits down on the stool, gazing up at you like the work of art you are.  

“Ari!  I got one,” you screech, jumping up and down.  “Did you see!” He smiles, nodding his head, and you jump again.  “I’ve never done that before.” 

“You’re doing great, Darling.  You got some more darts.  Keep going,” it’s unfair how you didn’t get to grow up like this.  Even if you came here, people would have been gawking at you because of your dress and bonnet.  Now they stare for other reasons.  

Ari’s eyes coast up and down your body.  The ways he wants to wreck you.  Obliterate your mind, and make you so dumb on pleasure that you forget your own name.  It suffocates him how much he needs you.  He’s been so patient, and will continue to be as patient as you need, but you take his breath away just by standing there, and leaning over.  That dress — my god, the dress.  He wants you in one all the time. 

He hears some snickering coming on the other side of you, and leans forward.  Two men devour you with their eyes.  If it was only that, he wouldn’t care.  It’s the whispering they’re doing.  Talking about you like you’re an object.   

“You think she’s wearing panties?” 

“She’s definitely not wearing a fucking bra.  Those tits.  Fuck me.  Knock a dart over.  See if when she bends over they spill out.  Whatever lucky fucker gets that tight pussy,” it’s annoying, but he doesn’t want to cause a scene.  And you aren’t paying attention.  Taking a deep breath, Ari stretches before he stands. 

“Sweetheart, you want to keep bouncing those tits?” 

“What?” “Hey!” You and Ari say at the same time, and he pushes your body behind his.  Blocking you for their view.  Let them say that shit to him.  

“If you knew what was good for you, you'd keep your mouth shut.” 

“Maybe keep your bitch covered, and men would be treating her like a fucking slut.”

“Darling, let’s go.  What did she win?” He glares at the game operator, and the young boy hands over a bunny.  Nervously he looks over to the younger men, wanting to say something, but just looks at Ari pleading.

“Yeah, you and the fucking slut better run,” the man was dying to get hit.  And Ari is trying to avoid arrest, or upsetting you further.  He notices you pulling up the top of your dress, and wrapping your arms around your body.  The once confident woman who felt beautiful, now wants to hide in her own skin.  

“What are you going to do?  Take her out back, and fuck her like the slut she is?” 

Ari growls, and spins around to look at the two men.  Clearly drunk off cheap beer, and the need to want to feel pain “Ari, let’s just go.  It’s fine.  I won a bunny.” 

“Yeah, listen to your stupid slut.  Ow, you fucking asshole!” the boy holds onto his nose before falling onto the ground.  Screaming and crying about the pain that Ari caused.  Baby.

“Ari!” It takes one hand on his shoulder to bring him out of his anger.  The drunk young man lays on the ground, clutching his face.  “Let’s just go.  Baby, I’m right here.” 

“You asshole!” The other man on the stool stands up, and walks away.  Ari knows the stupid man probably has some outstanding warrants and does not want to be caught.  “God, that hurt!” 

“Baby, look at me,” his scrunched up nose finally softens, and tenseness in his forehead eases.  “Hey, I’m okay.  Ignore that stupid man, and let's just go back to the hotel, okay?” 

“But you didn’t get to ride all the rides.” 

“I didn’t want to,” your hand rubs over his chest.  While it should have terrified you to see Ari like that, it also put you at ease knowing he would jump to your defense.  It is sexy to see him defend your honor, “I just want to be with you.  We had fun.  I got the bunny.  Let’s just head on back, okay?” 

“Call me baby again,” his mouth finally turns up in a weak smile.  You’d call this man whatever he asked you to.  

“Baby, let’s go on to the truck, yeah?” nodding his head, he lays down a $100 bill, and nods to the game operator.  It’s the least he can do since the big baby on the ground is still groaning and carrying on.  

The boy is lucky that you had the ability to stop him.  Ari had every intention of crawling on top of him and not stopping until he was unrecognizable.  Nobody was going to talk to you that way.  Ever.  

“Darling, you look gorgeous tonight.  You don’t look like a slut.” 

It wasn’t the worst thing you’ve ever been called.  It’s the old thoughts that the Amish have put in your brain.  If you give men something to desire, they will.  They will want, and they will take.  Vanity is a sin.  Modestly is the way a woman should dress.  Showing your skin makes you deserve those men to talk to you like that. 

“Ari?” He hums, squeezing your hand.  “Why does it feel different when you say those things?” 

“What?” He asks, stopping in front of you.  “Explain?” 

“I like when you call me a slut,” his brows lift up, and he whispers out an oh.  “I didn’t like being called a bitch.  Unless — you say I’m like a needy bitch in heat.” 

“You know you can always tell me not to say those things?  We don’t always have to have the dirty talk.” 

“I know,” you reassure him by standing on your tippy toes, and pressing a sweet kiss on his lips.  “Is that why it’s different?  Because I know you don’t look at me and see me as a dirty slut?  Because you love — like me a lot.” 

“Y-y-yeah,” his voice trembles as he pulls you into his body.  “I like you a whole lot,” you sigh, letting his warm sticky body soothe you.  “I like you so much I just might just love you.” 

“Yeah?” You can’t help the smile that spreads over your face.  A smile that he feels on his chest.  He makes you happy, and it’s the first time that he has truly realized it.  

“Yeah,” he whispers.  Ari pulls you off his body and gazes down on you.  Using his thumb to gently caress your lips.  “I do love you.” 

“You can’t say things like that.” 

“Why?” 

“Because…” 

“Because why?” 

“Because, Ari!” 

“You don’t have to say anything back,” he grins.  “But I need you to know.  I’m tired of keeping it from you.” 

“What if I want to say it back?” 

“Then say it,” he dares.  Smiling at your slight discomfort.

You feel it.  You know it.  It sounds crazy.  But this isn’t new.  You’ve decided you want to leave with the man.  You clearly love him.  So why is it hard to say it?  Why does it feel so overwhelming?  “I do, you know?” 

“Yeah, I know,” his cheeky smile sets you over the edge.

”I do!  I just have never said that.  I don’t even think I’ve said it to my parents,” that is a sobering thought.  You weren’t taught to be overly affectionate.  You just existed.

“If it’s that hard, we’ll practice it later.” 

“But I do!  I love you!  And I don’t want to say it later, I want to say it now.” 

“Then say it,” he chuckles.  Stupid handsome face.  It’s hard.  

“It’s just hard.  It feels foreign on my lips,” but you want to say it.  You want him to know how much you love him. 

“You know, you already have said it?” 

“No, I didn’t.” 

“You completely did.  So if you want to say it again…” 

“I love you,” you giggle, collapsing yourself in his arms for a hug, and pulling back.  “I love you!” 

“Not so hard, huh?” 

“Well, the first time it is.” 

“It is.  Because loving someone means you trust them with every part of you.  I’ll protect you, Darling.  There’s more assholes like that.  There’s more wieners that think they can talk to you however they want.  Make you feel inferior for just wanting to make yourself feel beautiful, and they’re wrong.  You don’t look like a slut.  You look like the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.  Don’t ever let any man make you feel that you have to hide your body.  Don’t go walking around nude at the fair, but if you feel comfortable showing off your curves and your body, you should be able to.  And only during certain times, can I say those things to you.” 

“That’s what I want,” he tugs your dress back down to where it was.  Showing off a bit more cleavage, and you still look beautiful and classy.  “Thank you.” 

“Anytime, Darling.  You wanna grab something to eat?” 

“Nope,” your voice is melodic as you pull at his hand, and walk towards the truck.  “I’d rather head back to the hotel, so you can fuck me,” he lets out a long breath of air.  “But first, we’re going to make love.  And don’t try and talk me out of it, okay?” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

“I’m going to go take a shower,” your voice is nearly a whisper as you walk towards the bathroom.  Ari gives you a nod while he takes his shoes off.  Stretching and yawning when he stands upright.  

He looks to the bed, and just stares.  “Ari?” 

“Yeah?” He turns to look at you as you let your delicious dress fall to the ground.  His Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps. And he looks you up and down as you stand there nervously.

“That was an invitation to join me in the shower.” 

“Oh,” he reaches towards his back, and pulls off his shirt, and tosses it to the side.  Ari yanks open his jeans, and pulls them down.  Walking towards you in nothing but his boxer briefs.  He steps right up to your nearly naked body, pulling you flush with him. 

He’s clammy.  Dangerously so.  You smooth your hands up his stomach, and settle over his heart, “Ari, why are you shaking?” 

“I don’t know,” because you terrify him.  You make all these feelings that he never thought he would have come to surface, and it’s overwhelming.  It’s almost feeling like he’s brand new for the first time in such a long time. 

“You’re the one with — experience here.” 

“I know,” he whispers, ghosting his mouth over your neck.  Pushing open mouth kisses over your sensitive skin.  “But I’ve never — been in love,” oh.  Oh, that hits a bit different.  A lot a bit different.  “So this isn’t just sex,” his fingers grip your panties before he slides them off your legs, and waits for you to step out of them.  And then you do the same with his briefs.  Gulping when his cock springs free.  That was quick.  Gripping tightly to your hips, he starts walking the two of you into the bathroom.  

“It’s so much more,” he lifts you up.  Letting your legs wrap around his body as he maneuvers his way to the shower.  Your fingers gently pet over him, and you push out every thought of your life.  The only thing that matters is the golden tan of Ari’s skin.  The freckles that dot along his shoulder.  

The way that his cock bobs under you.  The ripples of his muscles as he turns the water on, and lets it get to the most perfect temperature.  He smells like sunshine, and the sweetest sin, and you commit this moment to memory.  Nothing could ever feel like this.  This is the moment where your life will change forever.  Nothing will ever be like this.  And yet, there will come a day when it will always be like this.  

Today will be the normal, instead of the exception.  You’ll have adventures with Ari, and then you’ll come back somewhere and enjoy his body.  You’ll get to have it all.  Experience everything with your best friend.  The first you’ve ever had.  

Ari steps into the stream, and lets the water hit your back first.  He gets to physically feel and see your body become even more relaxed.  Pliable even.  No hesitation.  No fear.  You want this.  You want him.  And he’s terrified he’s going to do something to fuck this up.  Maybe he already has by kidnapping you, and giving you a taste of the world outside of your community.  

Your body curls into him, and your mouth attaches to his skin.  Never letting up.  Drowning in his scent, and begging for his sin.  “Ari?” He hums, and you look up at him through hooded lids.  Very little blue is left in his eyes as his lust blows his pupils out wide.  “Touch me.” 

“I’m afraid if I do, I won’t be able to stop.” 

“That’s what I want.” 

“Not in the shower.” 

“With you,” you whimper.  Arching your back you start grinding on him.  “I don’t care.  Because it’s with you.  Ari,” you can’t say his name like that, and expect him not to react.  It’s a struggle.  He knows how delicate this situation is, and he wants you to have no regrets.  But you’re as needy as a bitch in heat.  

“Ari,” there you go, moaning his name again.  Heating up his body in the best way.  Smearing your slick all over his stomach.  Pleasuring yourself at this moment while he is just enjoying the show.  Watching you move over him.  Taking what you need to feel good.  But it’s not enough.  Never enough.  

“Ari,” he wants to swim in your sounds.  Just watching you could get him off alone.  “Ari, if you don’t put your cock in me immediately, I am going to scream.” 

“Darling.” 

“Please!  Ari, please, I just need to feel you right now.  I am ready.  I’m not going anywhere.  Take all of me.  It’s yours,” the admission is enough to send him hurling off a ledge.  “I love you, and I want, oh god,” your eyes roll back in your head as he lifts you off his body a bit.  

Gripping the base of his cock, he smooths it through your drenched folds.  Gathering up your slick like it’s his own personal lube, and he steps closer to the wall.  Pressing your heated back against the cold tiles, and he guides his cock right to your entrance.  “I’ve never felt this way about anyone.  Keep your eyes on me.” 

“Okay,” your voice squeaks out, but your body is relaxed.  Ready for whatever it is he gives you.  Your jaw goes slack as his tip breaches your entrance, and you forget to breathe.  Pressure mixed with an odd sense of pleasure mixed with the feeling of having him closer than you will ever allow anyone else builds up in your core.  

“Stay just like this, Darling.  You’re doing so well, baby.  Just a little more,” pushing another inch in, your voice strains out of your throat.  Clawing at his back because you need him close to get through the piercing stretch of accommodating his massive size.  

“Thatta girl.  You’ve got all of me.  Every part of who I am, you have.  I love you,” his voice whispers at the end, and you know he was trying to distract you from him pushing completely through.  Speared on his cock like a hood ornament, you try and breathe.  Trying to gain some self composure, while also trying to feel everything. 

It’s mostly a stinging pain, but around it is the buzz of the most beautiful pleasure.  Because he’s yours.  He loves you, and he’s all yours.  Through all his experiences, he’s never given this side of him to anyone.  No one but you.  In your way, you’re taking his virginity, not in the same way he is yours.  

You let out a shaky breath, and Ari grins.  “There’s my girl.  You’re doing so good.  Breathe, baby.  I need you to keep breathing.  You okay?” 

“Yeah,” you muffle out.  Your eyes are looking at him, but you’re still not present in your head.  You’re thinking too much of the stretch.  Oh, the stretch.  That sweet glorious feeling of your body doing what it needs to do to have Ari nestled inside your warmth.  

“How are you feeling?” 

“Floating.” 

“Floating,” he repeats wistfully.  “Darling?” You nod your head, and he knows that you’re giving him an okay to start moving.  His hips draw backwards, and you whine at the absence of him.  You’re in a bad way, and you know it when having him not fully sheathed in you makes you want to cry.  

And then the sweet moment of him pushing back into you happens and you want to sing.  The sting turns into a dull ache, and you nod your head again.  Ari repeats his motion.  Moving his hips back to pull most himself out of you, but this time his hips snap forward.  Your eyes roll into the back of your head, “Yes.” 

“You like that?” He pulls himself out, and thrusts back in so deeply and roughly that you know that you are on a high.  Everything around you is fuzzy, and all you see, all you feel is him.  He repeats his motions over and over again, and the pain turns into pure, unadulterated, filthy pleasure.  

“Yeah!” 

“Oh, you like when I’m a bit rough, huh?” you like whatever the fuck he is doing.  And you cling and claw to his back to ground yourself.  Reminding you that you are here with him.  Inside of you.  “Oh, yeah.  You like it,” he’s such an arrogant asshole.  

He stabs himself into you at a rapid pace.  You could just about drool with the amount of pleasure his body is giving yours.  Weak.  You are so weak from him.  His being.  His presence.  Him.  Whatever he’s doing to you is a bonus.  “What am I going to do with you?” 

“Just keep doing this,” you moan.  Your head leans back on the cool tiles, and you invite the shiver that races through your body.  You’re so heated, and beyond saving because you’ve succumbed to the most beautiful sin with no regrets.  “Don’t ever stop.” 

“Darling,” he starts pushing into you with so much need and desire that you melt into his embrace.  Whatever he is doing, you pray that he never stops. “I’m not going to be able to stop.  Now that I’ve had you, it’s going to be painful to be away from you.” 

“Harder.” 

“Baby,” Ari warns.  You can’t say things like that and expect him to be gentle.  He needs you to just stay calm. 

“Harder!” 

“This is your first time.” 

“Harder!” And he crashes into you.  Wave after wave.  Over and over.  Harder with every screaming pound into you.  Speaking in tongues, you slice down his back, trying to find purchase, and not pass out from the immense pleasure.  

You don’t even know what is coming out of your mouth, just that you don’t ever want it to stop.  You want to die by the hands of his euphoria.  You can’t see.  You can’t feel anything but this beautiful high.  You don’t know where he starts and you begin.  Didn’t know an orgasm could draw out this long and make every bit of your body curl in anticipation.  

Ari has found the woman of his dreams, and she is right in his arms, taking the fucking of a lifetime.  You haven’t run.  You haven’t begged for him to stop.  You just keep getting softer, and mold more to him.  You were made for him.  He saw it before this moment, but now he feels it.  And he was made for you.  He doesn’t know how he’s going to let you walk back to your house.  Your home is with him now. 

But he can’t keep you.  Not like this.  But soon. 

He can’t think about that.  Not when you are clenching around his cock, and your body moves and recoils with his pounding thrusts into you.  He will never be the same.  Not watching your body drip with sweat, water from the shower, pleasure, and your blood.  He won’t ever recover.  

“I love you so much,” he grunts out your real name, and you’re so high and floating on a cloud you can barely comprehend it.  “I’m going to marry you, and if you want, make cute babies with you, and we’re going to be so happy,” that’s all you’ve ever wanted.  Happiness.  Freedom.  Love.  Comfort.  Intimacy.  Him. 

“I can’t breathe when I’m not with you,” you can’t either.  You can’t even think about anything but him.  With one hand supporting your ass, his other hand moves your head to look at him.  “I know you’ve been having some little orgasms,” you’ve been plummeting off a cliff.  There’s nothing little about it.  “Keep your eyes on me.” 

“I can’t,” it’s taking everything in you to not pass out. 

“I need you to.  I’ve never came inside of someone before.  I need this,” you’ll give it to him then.  Steadying yourself you watch his beautiful face.  The way that the sun has dotted freckles across his nose and cheeks, the lines that show the many smiles and laughs he’s had.  He’s so beautiful when he’s inside of you.  His only focus on you, and this moment. 

“Uhh!  Ari!” You scream out at him as you walk to the edge of the cliff again.  Ready to just dive into the water as pleasure floods your veins.  “Ari!” 

With a low rumbling growl, Ari’s cock drives right into the very center of you, you swear it’s in your tummy.  Holding it there for a mere second when he succumbs to his release.  His load shoots up even higher into you, and your brows knit together as the feeling of him warps your brain.  Nothing else will feel like that.  

Cock pulsing inside of your fluttering walls, he presses the most gentle kiss to your lips.  He’s trembling just as much as you are.  And he never offers to leave your body.  He just gazes upon the most perfect human that he could ever imagine.  You.  

“When I come back down, I’ll wash you clean.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” he is going to worry about it.  But for now he’s going to bask in your post sex glow.  Blissed out and more at peace than you’ve ever been, you let your forehead rest against his.  “Nothing is going to be the same after this.” 

“I don’t want it to be,” there will be hell to pay once you’ve made it back home.  There’s no explaining away that you were with Ari overnight.  You’ll worry about that later.  Because all you care about is the way he’s looking at you.  And the way he feels.  The way he is.

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That's My Girl | Part 2

Summary: After the failed mission and death of the Bons, the team searches for an explanation and discovers that this is a much larger game than they first thought it to be. What will this do to y/n?

Word count: 4,919

Part 1

Warnings: Some fluffy fluff to begin with. I tried to insert some humor here and there. Annnddd some angst. Expect the next chapter to much more angsty, tho. Also, I only proofread once, and my head is like a cotton ball due to being sick, so apologies for any mistakes.

Note: Hey everyone! I'm sorry this has been delayed. I've been down and out with the flu and haven't been able to think striaght enough to write this out. But the last couple of days, albeit still being pretty down with it, I've been able to piece this together. Tell me what you think!

The sun was beginning to shine through the compound windows, casting long golden lights across the floor.

Y/n was sitting on a stoll in the kitchen, trying to take deep breaths to steady herself.

Looking down at her hands, which, thanks to her little workout, were cut up, bloody, and bruised.

Steve slowly walked back into the kitchen, holding a little white box, which y/n assumed was a first aid kit. He pulled out the stoll next to hers and eased himself down.

"Hand," He said, holding out his own. Y/n swallowed, slowly placing her hand in his.

He furrowed his brow as he examined it, "Y'know, you're supposed to wrap your hands before you do stuff like this." He said, clicking his tongue.

Y/n didn't say anything but gasped and tried to pull her hand away. Only for Steve gently tightens his grip, glancing at her with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry - I know it stings." He whispered.

Y/n nodded, still flinching some ad he dabbed away at the cuts. Then he treated them with salve and bandaged them as best he could.

Looking down at her hands, y/n sighed. "I'm sorry." She mumbled, making him pause in his efforts to tidy away the materials. "Y/n..." She knew he was about to say something along the lines of "youwereupsetanddonthavetobesorryforanythingbecauseIcareaboutyou"

"No, Steve. You. . . You were trying to be there for me, and I was a jerk. Don't excuse it just to be nice." She said, dropping her head when her voice broke.

He sighed, staring at her a moment before she felt his calloused thumb and index finger tuck under her chin, and then gently tugging to make her look at him."You know, one of the things I think I like most about you is how sensitive you are to everyones feelings." He said quietly. "But, believe me when I say, my feelings weren't hurt. Do you know how many times you've stood by and saw through me to understand why I've said or done something? I can do the same. All I cared about was that my girl was hurting." He said, leaning down to peck her on the cheek and then pulling away.

So she sat sat frozen for a second. The ach from what had happened still sat on her chest, but Steve Rogers had managed to create a warm pool in her stomach. Never failing to make her feel loved, safe, and seen whenever she was with him. How did she end up so lucky to be the girl that caught his eye?

Suddenly, it occurred to her that he was cooking behind her. Twisting around, she asked, "What are you doing?" "You haven't eaten anything in ages." He replied, tossing some bacon into a hot pan and cracking eggs into a glass bowl. It felt good to just allow herself to be taken care of now.

By the time he finished, they had eggs, bacon, sourdough toast smuttered in butter and applebutter, with tall glasses of orange juice and coffee.

For the time being, she allowed herself to be distracted, pushing the heavy dark feeling to the back of her mind.

He sat with her and made her laugh with some stories he hadn't yet told her about some mischief Bucky had gotten him into in high school. Obviously, it was never his fault.

They had just finished eating when Nat walked into the room. Fixing herself a large mug of coffee, she said, "Steve, when you're done here, I need to talk to you." Natasha had a determined look in her eye that told Steve she had found something. "I'll be right there." He replied.

"We need to talk," Nat said, yanking Steve by the arm and into her office. "What is it?" He was used to Natasha's unorthodox methods, so he really wasn't too taken aback by this.

"I was looking into things like you asked. We already know the reason the doctor was taken - Hydra wanted him for his skillset. However, we still don't know what they want to use that skill set for. They have to have the formula and whatever else they need. Otherwise, he wouldn't be dead." She muttered along.

She never realized just how fast she spoke when talking about mission work. It was a brain workout to keep up with her.

"We better off finding out who exactly is in charge of this operation as that will give us an idea of their game plan. "So I reviewed things like call logs, internet searches, and swips on metro cards, three days before the kidnapping." "I'm going to take a guess and say you didn't actually get any legal permission to do any of this?" "Do you really wanna know? I don't really wanna think about the fact that you're breaking the law just to do some -" "Then I won't tell you how I got my information. " She interrupted before bringing up a few files on the TV screen mounted to her wall. She used this like a murder board in crime shows.

"All of the information proved helpful. . . Y/n really shouldn't feel bad - this Doctor's soul was pitch black. " "Nat" "Apologies, almost forgot I was talking to golden boy. Anyway, some of the most relevant information now is the call logs."

"Why?" "Well, Steve. . . ." She said hesitating as he sat down on her desk with a sigh. "The caller tried to mask where the signals came from. They did a decent job of it too, not good enough to trick my guy, but good." "Nat, stop avoiding the point and just tell me," Steve knew full well that Natasha's method of distracting someone from something was to confuse them with irrelevant facts.

She sighed and then clicked something on her keyboard, which brought up a map, a map of their city. . . It was focusing on the compound. Steve's jaw tightened, and his hands clinged into fists.

"Nat..." "The calls to the Doctor originated here, Steve. We have a mole."

He saw red. It took everything in him to keep himself from punching out the monitor.

"Steve. Steve!" Natasha said, bringing him back to reality. "Who?" He spat, turning back to face her. Steve could turn into cold stone when he got angry. A force to be reckoned with that none of the other Avengers wanted to mess with. But Natasha knew enough to know that he wasn't angry with her. 

So with a deep breath and her most reassuring look she could muster, she said, "we don't know that yet. The fact that they haven't raised any red flags until now tells me they're pretty good at covering their tracks." "Well I won't just stand by idle while they have a free ride to do as they please." Steve said, strutting towards the door.

"You won't have to. Now that we know that they're here. They won't be able to hide." Natasha said all playfulness gone, her tone the sort that would make anyone's blood run cold.

"Call a meeting," He ordered. "I already did." She said, grabbing her tablet and exciting the office before he did. "I just figured I should clue you in first." She finished heading to the counsel room. That would mean he wouldn't have time to give y/n a heads up and that she'd hear it at the same time as everyone else. Knowing just how hard the last day or so had been for her, he wished he could somehow make things easier for her. 

In the counsel room, the others were already deep in conversation. Debating how to go about rooting out the Mole.

"I say, we start tapping phone calls. Put something on their Starkcell that will give us what we need." Tony said, spinning his pen on the table. "You can't do that, and you know why." Sam protested, leaning back in his chair. "They're technically my phones." "Which you technically gave to them, so it's literally still against the law to riffle through their private information." Sam answered angrily.

"What about undercover work? Send someone in to kinda get a feel for things?" Wanda asked. "Send them in where? We have like a million departments." Bucky retorted.

"Ok!" Steve said singally for them to be silent. "We need a course of action. A legal course of action. " He finished as he took a seat. "Natasha. "

"Ok. The way to run out a mole is to make them think they're ahead of the game. Let them believe they're in control of the situation." She said, leaning back and propping her feet up on the table.

"Last time I checked, they are in control. Since, again, we have no idea who they are." Bucky retorted before smacking her foot to make her move.

"Yeah, sure, we don't have names. Yet. But may I remind you we're the same people that stopped a literal alien invasion. I think we can manage a spy ring or whatever this may be. We know they're here, and we're going to make their lives a living hell when we find them."  Nat said, ignoring him.

Steve kept glancing at y/n. Who was sitting hunched over in her chair, hands clasped together, the same expressionless face she puts on any time she really wants to pretend to be fine.

"How is this any different from what I suggested? The way I see it is the only way to their life a living hell is to make everyone's life a living hell." Tony snarked, taking a bite out of an apple. Why did he always have to eat during important meetings?

"Tony." Steve warned, setting his jaw. Normally, Tony would continue to push the issue and see just how far he could push the Star Spangled Man (as he liked to call him), but given the situation, he backed down.

"Now. . . Before they just sorta came out of the woodwork when they wanted to get rid of me," Steve said, taking on his leadership voice. "What we gotta do is work backward. Our starting point is-" He glanced at y/n again before continuing, wishing she hadn't come to the meeting or that he could somehow leave the failed mission out of this, but he pressed on despite his feelings. "Our starting point is the doctor. Go back six months if you have to. Go over his coworkers, legally go over his finances and see if we can't trace anything back. They aren't stupid enough to leave such a glaring trail, so look for the less obvious stuff. See if he's gone on vacation. Possible visitors to his residence. I think they'd probably have someone do all of the in person stuff for them. Being seen could jeopardize their cover here. Check anything and everything you can think of. Call a meeting as soon as anything sticks out." He finished closing his tablet.

Everyone looked around and then pushed themselves back from the table, beginning to file out.

Steve just stood back watching them, y/n stopped in the doorway to give him a small smile of reassurance. Reassurance that she was ok with this.

He knew he couldn't just follow her around and make everything ok. They were both Avengers. She knew what she signed up for when she joined this team, and he wouldn't treat her like a child that needs constant supervision.

He gathered his things and headed into his office. Pulling up the file on the Doctor. This man had been in bad dealings his entire career. Before he figured out this "Foutain of Youth" as they called it, he worked for the mafia. Changing faces so they could leave the country unseen and avoid jail time. He had leaved in nearly every state at one point or another before finally settling in Hawaii two years ago. Steve knew that this all started six months ago with the creation of the serum... What made him decide to attempt this? Was it his own humanity wanting to cling onto life as long as possible, or was he put up to it?

He had to spread the word of it via the black market?

Hydra probably had buyers on the market to alert them of things like this... maybe they could somehow track that to their mole?

By the time Steve looked at the time, his vision blurry from staring at his screen for too long, he realized that nearly six hours had passed. Cracking his knuckles, he pushed himself away from the desk. He'd allow himself to check on y/n just to see how she was doing in her own research.  Her office was at the end of the hallway, ramping on the door with his knuckles and he heard a small "in" before he pushed the door open.

She had documents splayed across her desk, a digital board with information crowding it, and a whiteboard filled with her own notes.

"Did you find anything?" She asked, drinking from what had to have been her fifth or sixth mug of coffee. "We already knew he worked for the mafia in his younger days... But what we didn't find in our cursory research on him before the mission was that he didn't only work sell on the black market. He ran an entire business on it." Steve answered, leaning against her doorframe. Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, "How did we miss that? We should have known that before the mission."

She responded, her voice frustrated and tired. "It's not like we had a lot of time before the drop. We got the most important information and didn't waste time before the attempted rescue. " He said, bitting his lip and instantly regretting the fact that he said "attempted".

Y/n dropped her head and stared down at her mug, "Yeah. I guess we could have gotten this information easier if we had them here to interrogate." "Y/n... I didn't mean -" "I found some information too," She said, deliberately cutting him off. "His wife would disappear every Monday and Friday. Over night. She'd go to an airport in the morning, fly out to LA, and be back by the next day."Where was she going?" "I don't know. She was picked by an SUV, and the plates were fake government plates that can't be tracked. But I know it has to be related." She said, pulling her hair into a frizzy messy bun. This was all beginning to sound much more organized than it had seemed in the beginning. Just what had they walked into?

"What do you know about the wife?" Steve asked, realizing that he knew little about her. Perhaps they had been foolish to assume that he was the only one involved here.

"So far, all I know is that her family had lots of secret political ties. Making backroom deals to get votes or lobbying for things that would benefit companies they had controlling stocks in. I'm going to dig into her personal life some more. Just give me time."I thought we were just going back six months." Steve commented, looking at the years posted on the board. "I think we need a total background to make any of this make sense." She replied, sitting back down to work. "Why don't we eat something and then get back to work?" Steve suggested. "I ate a protein bar, thanks." She answered dismissively.

Steve could see it in her eyes. She wasn't the cheerful and somewhat corky girl he loved to sing to the oldies with at the moment. She was slipping into the darkness with this and didn't want him by her side.

So he quietly slipped out of her office and made for the kitchen. He had to eat something before going back to the harsh glare of his screen. Why couldn't they do things like they did in his day? Radios, typewriters, maps, and chalkboards rarely gave people headaches.

In the kitchen, he found Bucky chowing down on what looked like canned spaghetti. That was one thing that never changed about his old friend. He was a terrible cook.

Bucky stopped, his fork halfway to his mouth, and looked at him, "What?" Steve didn't know why, but the expression and his ruffled appearance made him laugh. "Did you come down here just to laugh at me, or are you here for a reason?" Buck asked, giving his usual cocky grin. "I came down for food. Laughing at you is just a bonus." Steve replied, heading over to the fridge to grab the fixings for a sub sandwhich.

A moment later, he was settling in across from Bucky, sliding his friend a beer.

"I hate computers." Steve grunted. "I think the issue is that computers know that we're actually dinosaurs, and they hate us."  Bucky scoffed jokingly.

After a moment of comfortable silence only broken by the sounds of them chewing and drinking, Steve asked, "Have you found anything?" "Well, my Forte isn't looking at papers and reports. You know this." "Is it because you can't read?" Steve asked with a smile. Buck looked at him, mouth agap and then said, "May I remind you what you thought fondue was?"

Bucky was seriously the only person on earth with whom Steve could make light of a serious situation. It helped with the stress and surprisingly made tough situations easier.

"*anways* I decided instead to review surveillance tapes. Before we only looked at the ones the day of at his office. I checked everything I could check. Home security footage, his office, found out his wife has an office down town don't know what for tho... A lot of it was just rich dolls coming in to make themselves look plumper." Bucky said allowing himself to become his old self again. "And?" Steve asked seriously hopping that six hours of Bucky's research hadn't resulted in how many women got "work" done. "And. I made note of repeated visitors. " "I may be a dinosaur but I do know that people get more than one thing done at these places. How do you know they weren't just coming in for different procedures?" "Because I couldn't tell that they were actually getting work done. Sure they'd come in with a different hairstyle or something else to make them look different but they were the same people. Lawyer types." "Suspicious but they could have been lawyers for former unhappy clients." "Then why did they repeated show up at his wife's office too?" "They did?" "And their home. Tho they only did that in the last three weeks before they vanished, and they'd only leave things in the backyard." "They didn't know the Bons had a camera back there?" "Oh the Bons didn't." "Then how -?" "Oh... Their neighbors might have a camera that might have been able to catch a few glimpses of them."That's not legal -" "technically. Going through the Von's cameras wasn't either, but I don't see you complaining about that." "We need to have a talk about ethics." "Fine. Fine. I guess you didn't want to know that I gave the footage to Natasha and that she's running it as we speak. "  Steve sat back in his chair. This could be the break they needed, but he hated it when they allowed the line to become blury just to justify a means to an end.

Back in her office, y/n's head began to hurt with the familiar ach she got when she worked for too long. A five minute break. Just to make the rounds and find out what some of the others knew, then it would be back to work for the rest of the night.

Tony walked out of his office just as she did. "Y/n you look a little worse for wear." He commented in his usual slightly oblivious fashion. "Thanks... I guess. What have you found?" "Well. I found out our mister Von's business is on the dark web. We figured that. But he's not alone in this business. He had partners." "Partners?" "Yep. Which could mean that they're in the same spot he was in and might be next on the Hydra kidnap list. Or will simply be working with em'. Don't know that yet. Heck, I don't know what they are yet. My big wigs don't get that far into things... But I'm gonna keep digging. Right now a cold shower and a red bull are call my name." He said swaggering down the hall. How that man could be so chill about everything was beyond her.

As more information piled in, this was becoming a very tangled spider's web. Wanda had found out that Mrs Von had traveled to Russa three times in the last six months. Doctor Bon had gone to China twice. Again, privately owned companies that kept everything low-key. They only found out because, unfortunately, you couldn't keep a passport check secret due to 9/11. Someone was pulling a lot of strings to keep this all a secret. Which told them that there was a bigger end game involved.

A few hours later.

Everyone was tired.

Due to the nature of discovering the Mole is meant that they had to keep this low key. They couldn't just pass out the information and put all of their agents at SHEILD to work.

But there were some things that they couldn't do themselves without rasing suspicion.

"Friday," Steve said, he was hunched over, face resting in his hands in the counsel room. "Privatly request that agent Shannon Charter come up here please." He mumbled, fumbled for the handle of his 12th coffee cup. He didn't know why he was drinking it. Coffee had little to no affect on him. The others who had slowly found their way in here for the update meeting, were practically already asleep.

Nearly ten minutes later, Agent Charter stepped into the room. "Friday said you wanted me, Sir?" She asked. "Yes. Please sit down" He instructed.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, seeming puzzled by the fact that she was addressing all of the Avengers.

"Depends on how you look at it." Sam commented. He was the only one of them that wasn't half dead at the moment. He flourished in situations where most would be dead from exhaustion. And he wasn't even a super soldier.

Seeing as he was the one who was most with it at the present moment, he took lead on this meeting.

"Agent Charter, we have a situation." He said standing up and coming round the table to stand by the large monitor. "What sort of situation?" She asked. "There seems to be a mole here at shield." "A mole? How is that even possible? We have one of the highest security systems in the entire world." "We're not sure about the how yet. All we know is that there is. We don't want the good guys here to worry, we also don't want y'all to be completely in the dark. But at the moment, choosing who to entrust with this information is difficult. So it's boiled down to you and Colson. Obviously he's not here, so you'll be handling a sorta undercover investigation here within the ranks. We know it's a lot to ask." "No, no. To serve and protect is what I signed up for when I joined up. That applies to the organization that I serve." She said, her eyes quickly darting to Steve and then back. Most likely didn't even notice it.

Everyone had suspected that Shannon and Steve would end up together. Afterall, she was the great niece of the woman he was in love with back in the 40s. They all figured they'd just fall in sync with each other. But it turns out that having things in common, worked more to sway the Captain's heart far more than being related to Peggy.

Wanda, who was friends with Shannon, seemed to believe that the lady was fine with the fact that Golden Boy hadn't fallen for her. Sam and Bucky weren't so certain. Claiming that it was impossible for someone who had the "hots" for Steve Rogers to get over it so easily.

"Alright. Here is your file containing what we know so far. Read it and commit it to memory. We want a daily appraisal of anything you find. You will give these appraisals in person just to be safe." "Will do." She answered, grabbing the file and then excusing herself.

There would be no sleeping for the team tonight. At least no proper sleep. They all found themselves dozing at their desks or chosen perches for their work at one point or another. All of the rearsearch began melding together as they shared it onto their private starkspace (they had given up trying to make Tony not name all of his tech after himself a long time ago. Humble would never be one of his attributes.)

Finally, at 3:30 in the morning, Natasha came storming into Steve's office, making him jump. "With all of your abilities, how is it possible to startle you?" She asked striaghtfaced. "I'm imagining since you're being sarcastic you've found something?" Steve asked, stretching his back. "I did. Buck's videos paid off. I only got partial faces, which is why it took so long, but I was able to figure out who they are." She said, casting her tablet's screen onto his monitors. "They're a group out of Russia. They're for hire for the right people. Not you're typical hitmen. These people are total blackops. Just the sort you'd want if you're trying to keep your name out of things." "If they're so good, how'd you even find them?" "Rogers you should know by now that not all of my friends are nessiarly good people." "Right. Well. Go on." "I was only able to track them to their last known hideout, which is an abandoned school about four hours from here by jet. It's a long shot. We may or may not get anything out of these guys. But one thing is for sure, they're prepared. We're walking into one hell of a fight."

"Nat. Tell the team to assemble." Steve ordered, standing up and leaving his office before she had a chance to answer him.

Seeing the state y/n had fallen into earlier concerned him. The only time she had left her office was for the end of day meeting. Eyes glazed over and an expression that told him she was present in body only, her mind gone somewhere else.

Checking with Friday the few times he did (doing do at all made him feel terrible. Was he spying? Didn't he trust her? But his concern for her pushed such thoughts aside. Besides, he only checked once or twice) told him that she had only repeatedly refilled her coffee mug, refusing Friday's requests that she hydrate and only consuming protein bars.

Wanda had popped in to tell him that Y/n had also refused to eat dinner. Wanda had such a motherly nature even tho she was younger than everyone else here.

All of this told him that their little moment this morning or yesterday morning rather, was really just the calm before the storm.

This rabbit hole was consuming her. He had been told when she joined the Avengers that due to her powers, she had heightened emotions and felt things on a level that was different from your average person.

However, in his mind, it hadn't been an issue before (of anything it made her more endearing). Not until this short little rescue mission blew up into a James Bond level spy thriller. Now, as he made a very slow walk to her office, he had a hole burning in his stomach.

He had been mulling this over since he saw her in her office this morning and became certain it was the right thing to do during the meeting.

He'd have to act as Captain America and not as Steve Rogers.

Knocking on the door, all he got was a grunt, which he supposed meant "come in," so he went in. She sat in the middle of the floor, completely surrounded on all sides by papers.

It was like a fairy ring but with research papers instead of mushrooms.

Her laptop was in her lap, tablet laying next to her, and another smaller white board sat in front of her. He knew her method was to write everything out so she could "see her thoughts," but this seemed extreme. 

How could she be in so deep after such a short amount of time?

"Y/n? We need to talk. Nat found something." "What?" She asked, not looking up from her own work. "A location. Seems that some Russian agents for hire were some sort of go-between or something. We're not really sure what their involvement is yet." "Where are they?" She gasped, standing up and dropping her laptop in the process.

This frantic behavior only cemented in Steve's mind that he was right in doing what he was about to do. She was in a very bad headspace at the moment.

"I can't tell you that." He said, dropping her gaze for a moment. " "What? Why can't you tell me?" She asked genuinely, confused. Steve sighed and then looked her in the eye, trying to convey his reasoning before answering. "Because you're not coming."

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The beach: ari Levinson x female reader

You were now seven months pregnant with your first child on the way with your husband Ari, and you had begged him to come to the beach.

Ari agreed quickly, and the both of you are on the way there,

You started to change your mind about going because your body was super uncomfortable from the baby.

But you didn't want to tell him that finally making it up to the beach, you complained of how hot it is, the sand sticking to your legs.

And feeling the hot blistering sun, some of the people were looking at you.

The fact you were wearing a bikini was the only chance you could wear it. Your husband Ari pulled down his glasses with no shame as he got a glorious look at you as often as he possibly can.

Wearing a two-piece, Ari wants to put his hands all over you to claim what's his.

Trying to get on your knees was the difficult part before resting down with your massive bump,

As you spread your legs and you look like you might just give birth. It's just the way you're sitting right now.

Just because of your position, he doesn't pay much attention. He gets right to digging a big hole in the sand, hearing his groans from at his movement he's got going.

At least Ari's having a good time. Then he scoops up the sand out with his big hands watching him.

You're swiping little grains of the sand off your stomach. He sits there trying to get your attention, finally realizing what's going on looking at him.

You throw your hands up defatily, alright? His lips turned into a smile. Just come here, "Ari said.

fine. He grabs your hands and helps you lie down forward so that your belly dips into the hole. And just like that, the pain goes away for the first time in months.

The massive ache went away. “Oh my God” this feels so good,” you smiled

The pressure of the baby has been putting on you.

You'r- I know, sweetie, as he comes closer to put a pillow in front of you so you could rest.

You then sigh loudly, not even knowing what it sounded like a moan.

Ari lathers lotion all over you on your exposed skin, massaging your shoulders and bare back. So that you don't burn.

Ari then grabbed an umbrella as you heard the sounds of the ocean waves. Hid hands work your muscles all over you.

The best day you ever had in a while because of your husband ari.

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You Deserve It

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader

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A Marvelous Surprise

I’d always thought that my life was pretty perfect. I had everything I could ever want: a supportive family, great friends, and a boyfriend who was not only incredibly talented but also genuinely kind. My boyfriend was none other than Oscar Piastri, the Formula 1 driver who had taken the world by storm. But, as I found out one sunny afternoon at the racetrack, sometimes even the perfect life has a few extraordinary surprises.

The day started like any other Grand Prix day. I was in the pit lane, surrounded by the clamor of engines and the frenetic energy of the race day preparations. Oscar had been busy with the team, and I was making my way through the paddock, trying to stay out of the way but still soaking in every moment of the high-octane atmosphere.

I had my usual race day ritual—cheering for Oscar from the best spot I could find and, if I had a moment, catching up on social media. My love for Marvel was well-known among my friends, and they had teased me about it endlessly. Every interview I did where I gushed about my favorite characters—Bucky Barnes, played by Sebastian Stan, and my all-time favorite actor, James McAvoy—was met with knowing smiles and playful jabs.

Oscar had heard it all, of course. He was always so patient with my endless Marvel monologues. I had even been lucky enough to attend a few fan events, where my excitement for superheroes could be fully unleashed. But nothing could have prepared me for what was about to happen.

The race was in full swing, and Oscar was driving brilliantly. I was on the edge of my seat, my eyes locked on the track, when my phone buzzed with a new message. I glanced down to see a text from Oscar: “Meet me at the hospitality suite after the race. I have a surprise for you.”

My heart raced—not from the thrill of the race, but from the anticipation of Oscar’s surprise. The remainder of the race felt like it dragged on forever. When Oscar finally crossed the finish line, victorious as always, I couldn’t wait to see him.

After the post-race celebrations, I headed to the hospitality suite. The area was relatively quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the pit lane. I entered the suite, expecting to find Oscar waiting with a small token of his appreciation or perhaps just a sweet gesture to celebrate his win.

What I saw instead took my breath away.

The suite was filled with the unmistakable aura of Marvel’s finest. There, standing among the elegant furniture and decorations, were some of my absolute favorites—Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Elizabeth Olsen, Scarlett Johansson, Robert Downey Jr., James McAvoy, Evan Peters, and Anthony Mackie. They were chatting amongst themselves, their faces lit with amusement as they turned to see me enter.

My jaw dropped. My eyes darted between them, not quite believing what I was seeing. I stumbled into the room, feeling like I was walking through a dream.

Oscar stepped up beside me, his grin as wide as ever. “Surprise, YN!” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief and affection. “I know how much you love Marvel and James McAvoy, so I thought I’d arrange a little meet-and-greet.”

I couldn’t form words. I just stared, blinking rapidly. Chris Evans noticed and chuckled. “I think we broke her,” he said, leaning toward the others.

Elizabeth Olsen came over, her smile warm and genuine. “Hi, YN! I’m Elizabeth. We’ve all heard so much about your love for Bucky Barnes. It’s great to finally meet you!”

Sebastian Stan, ever the charming Bucky, approached with a wink. “Hey there. I see you’re a fan of my alter ego. I have to say, it’s always amazing to meet someone who appreciates Bucky like you do.”

James McAvoy was next. My heart skipped a beat as he extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, YN. I’ve heard you’re quite the fan. Your enthusiasm is contagious.”

I shook his hand, barely able to contain my excitement. “James, I can’t believe it’s really you. You’ve been my favorite actor for as long as I can remember.”

Evan Peters and Anthony Mackie joined in, their smiles infectious. “So, YN, what’s it like having Oscar Piastri as your boyfriend?” Evan asked playfully. “Is he as impressive off the track as he is on it?”

I laughed, still trying to get my head around everything. “Oh, absolutely. He’s amazing.”

Scarlett Johansson then stepped forward, her presence commanding. “YN, I’ve heard so much about your passion for the Marvel universe. It’s wonderful to see such enthusiasm.”

We spent the next few hours in a whirlwind of conversation, photo ops, and laughter. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. Oscar watched with a knowing smile, clearly enjoying the joy his surprise had brought me.

I chatted with each of them about their roles, my favorite scenes, and even got some behind-the-scenes stories. Chris Evans regaled me with tales from the set of the Captain America films, while Robert Downey Jr. shared funny anecdotes about his time as Iron Man.

When it was time to say goodbye, I was reluctant to leave. I hugged each of them, my heart full of gratitude and happiness. “Thank you all so much. This has been a dream come true.”

As I walked out with Oscar by my side, I felt like I was walking on air. “You really outdid yourself this time,” I said, leaning into him.

Oscar kissed my forehead. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You deserve every bit of happiness.”

The ride back to our hotel was quiet, filled with comfortable silence and shared smiles. I knew I’d be reliving every moment of the day in my mind for a long time. The memories would be a cherished part of my life, thanks to Oscar and his incredible surprise.

As I finally settled into bed, I found myself replaying the day’s events. It felt like I was living in a Marvel movie, where everything came together perfectly in the end. I had my superhero dreams come true, and it was all thanks to the love of my life who knew me better than anyone else.

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Three’s (the best) company (part 2 to Jealous)

A/N: ooooooh, boy, the first part blew up – and I’m glad I’m not the only one, who’s thirsting for these two tall glasses of water. This one is the second and final part (maybe) to this request from @fanartandfanfiction and it made me take a shower because of the pure FILTH I’m about to deliver to y’all.

Remember, feedback feeds the soul and requests are always open! A quick note: This is mainly a Henry Cavill blog, BUT I’m about to expand a little, and if you got anyone you’d either want to jon Henry x reader or just have a separate lil’ thing, let me know! Also, I’m going to start making a separate masterlist of gender-neutral stories, so if you have any ideas for that, I’d love to hear them!

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Pairings: Henry Cavill x female reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: Language, smut (18+, minors DNI PLEASE), fingering, oral (M and F receiving), p in v, anal, unprotected sex, choking, breathplay, light BDSM, Dom!Henry, Soft!Dom!Chris, double-trouble, spanking, degradation-kink, praise-kink, breeding-kink, daddy-kink, sir/master-kink, cream pies, cum-play, toy-play and probably some other shit I forgot about

Wordcount: 5.471 (not even sorry)

Part 1

Three’s (the best) company

You walked slowly to the two men, who were still whispering, and smiled at Chris, trying to ignore the weird stirring in your stomach.

“You ready?” You asked with a smile. He nodded and patted Henry on his shoulder. “Sure. I’m just going to use the bathroom first, then we’ll find the seats, okay?” You nodded and squirmed a little under his gaze, that seemed to burn into you. As soon as Chris was out of view, Henry turned to you with narrowed eyes and an unreadable expression lingering on his face.

“When I said you should go live your life, I didn’t mean find someone older than me.” He whispered, a smile on his face as several journalists passed by. You quirked your eyebrow a little and leaned your head to the side. “Well, maybe I just have daddy-issues.” He groaned. “Besides, who are you to tell me what to do or who to do? I thought you had a lapse of judgement.” “Well…” He didn’t know what to say, sighing. “You’re being a brat.” He almost pouted and you had to bite back a laugh. “Says you?” He rolled his eyes and moved until he was flush with you, reporters and cameras on you both as he leaned in. “You should be careful, Y/N. You’ve got no idea how badly I want to fucking punish you right now.” You couldn’t help the surge of heat to your core, but he moved away quickly before you had a chance to answer, and you saw Chris jog towards you both.

“Alright, baby, can you go find our seats? I just have something I need to discuss with Henry.” You weren’t much for it, but you nodded and left the two men and found your seat. You groaned as you saw the small pieces of paper with the names on them – you were going to sit next to Chris and Henry on his other side. You had kind of hoped that Henry would be next to you, but no matter.

You sat down, straightening your dress, the high slit on your thigh falling open. You couldn’t help but smile slightly at the thought of teasing Chris a little; it wouldn’t be the first time. Your last project with Chris had led to a few drunken nights and light, flirty teasing – all in good fun, of course. And now you’d been going steady with him for a few months, it would be even more fun, mostly because you knew how easily you could rile him up.

As you looked towards the entrance, you couldn’t help but bite back a moan as you saw the two men walk towards you, talking in low voices, their strides dominant and firm. It made you squirm in your seat.

“Hi, sorry it took a while. We had some stuff to talk about, we’re maybe doing a project next year.” Chris apologized as they sat down. You nodded and smiled. “No problem, really.” You smiled softly. He winked at you and faced the screen, waiting for the movie to start. “By the way, wat’s the movie about?” He asked with a grin on his lips. You rolled your eyes. “You’re an ass.” He chuckled and leaned in, kissing your cheek. Even over the loud chatter and people getting seated, you could hear Henry groan at the affection. “But I’m America’s ass, so you’re not allowed to be angry with me.” He retorted. The lights dimmed, and your director, Craig, got on stage and droned on about his vision, the work behind it and the many thanks, he had to get through before the movie started.

Chris was restless next to you and when you glanced at him, you saw his hand jerking, as if he wanted to do something while Henry was whispering in his ear. What the hell were they talking about? You leaned over to ask, but the movie started in the same moment as you opened your mouth, and you fell back against your seat with a soft groan.

30 minutes in, you were restless in your seat, a throb in your core, as you watched you and Henry on the screen – it was electric to see the two of you practically dry-humping on the motorcycle, and you felt weirdly turned on by it.

“Girl, you need to stop moving around so much.” Chris whispered in your ear. You exhaled as his lips ghosted over your earlobe. “I’m just… Uncomfortable.” You whispered back, clenching your thighs together, eyes staring unseeingly at the screen. “Well, your dress is riding up and it’s damn distracting.” He whispered, his fingers gliding over the bare skin on your thigh. You hadn’t even noticed the way your dress had gathered around your waist, the slit almost on your hip. “Sorry.” You whispered back, trying to adjust again. It helped nothing, except for your dress riding even further up. You bit your lip at the feeling of Chris’ fingertips still lingering on the bare skin, sending surges of goosebumps down your body. You felt him shift a little closer. “You need to take the edge off?” He mumbled, his fingers a little closer to your inner thigh. Your breath hitched. Here? You glanced around at the people around you, all eyes glued to the screen, and nodded once, your eyes on the screen as images flashed in front of you.

His fingers dipped, gliding sensually against your inner thigh, and you spread your legs slightly, allowing his fingers to gently stroke against the wet patch on your panties. You sighed happily as his fingers deftly moved your panties to the side, and you felt it a little strange, as if his hand was bigger than you first suspected it too be, your panties stretched over your skin. You shimmied and grabbed the side of your panties, moving them down slightly for him to grab – he quickly took them, moving them down your legs so he had free access to your wet core. He hummed happily as his fingers found your throbbing clit, a long finger stroking circles over it; you moaned under your breath as he added pressure, more than you expected him to, and you sank a little deeper in your seat to allow yourself to spread your legs further. “You’re fucking dirty, aren’t you?” he whispered. You moaned softly as he dipped a finger inside of you, curling up. You felt so full already, it was strange – you knew he had thick fingers, but this? This was new. He pumped slowly, adding another and you had to bite your lip to keep quiet at the overwhelming sensation, he provided – you were already pulsing around him, closer and closer to your edge.

“Baby, look down.” He whispered finally, his fingers moving faster now, and you followed orders, gasping loudly as not two, but fourfingers were inside of you, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. You followed the fingers and saw another hand on top of Chris’, leading to a thick arm, whose owner was grinning wickedly. You almost came on the spot, as you saw Henry lead Chris’ fingers faster in and out of you, the fullness of the two men together completely soaking you. You were a panting mess as they sped up, their fingers moving faster and faster, curling upwards, hitting every sweet spot in you.

“You want to cum, love?” Henry was leaning over Chris as he spoke, clearly not at all worried if someone saw or heard him. You nodded, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood as you tried to keep quiet. He looked at Chris with a raised eyebrow. “What do you think? Does she deserve it?” His words were punctuated by a particularly deep thrust in you. You groaned. “Hmm… For now, yes. Look at our good girl, keepin’ quiet for us.” He grinned. Henry found your eyes in the dark and their fingers moved fast and hard in you. “Well, then. Cum, baby girl.” You couldn’t have held it back, not even if they had refused you to do it, your core exploding with pleasure, wall throbbing and clenching around their fingers as you came hard, slick running down their hands. They both chuckled darkly as they removed their fingers, Chris licking his clean, and you panted as you got yourself seated back normally. You tried to pull your panties back, but Chris tutted at you. “Nuh-uh, you better give those here.” He held his hand out and you, your cheeks flushed, slid them down your legs and handed him them; he winked at you before he stuffed them in his pocket. “Let’s hope that doesn’t stain that pretty dress.” He said in a soft voice laced with flirt. You had to admit you were wondering the same; silk didn’t exactly help a lot wit wet stains. “Ah, let them see what we’ve done to her.” Henry chimed in with a grin.

Jesus fucking Christ.

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When the movie finally finished, you were hot, sweating and very, very aroused. Chris had constantly been teasing you, and Henry had been shooting you glances and stares all throughout the movie, which just made you squirm even more.

As you left the theater, Chris’ jacket hanging from your shoulders to hide the spot on your dress and his hand firmly on your waist, he stopped right before you reached the car, his expression unreadable. You saw Henry lingering a little away, his hand on his own car, awaiting something you didn’t know. “Babe…” His voice was silk and honey. “Yes?” His hand was burning your skin. “I have a surprise for you back at my place.” He grinned mischievously and you frowned. “Oh?” “You’re going to love it.” He opened the car door for you, and you slid inside, his hand falling on your thigh as soon as he got in as well. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with Henry, the way he lingered and what happened inside the theater, would it?” He shrugged and leaned in as the car began driving. He pressed a button, and a divider slid up, separating you from the driver. He hummed and his lips met yours, softly and with a hint of lust. His lips slid over yours deliciously, his fingers already moving under your dress again as you moaned into the kiss. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He whispered against your lips. You groaned as a finger slipped inside of you, pumping languidly. You found the button on his pants, desperate to get it open, but he moved slightly away from you and out of reach. You whined against his lips, and he pulled out of you with a wicked grin.

“Patience, Y/N. You need to have your wits about you for later.” He said with a grin. “Also, that movie was pretty good. I knew you were good, but… Damn that sex-scene was something else.” You rolled your eyes, willing yourself to ignore the heat between your legs. “Remind me to get you hired for my next romantic interest, if I can get some of that.” You chuckled at him, and your fingers intertwined as the car moved through the city.

“Honey, you’re getting it at home.” “Well, I’d like it on camera.”

The car stopped in front of Chris’ home and you frowned, seeing lights on and the gate open; you turned to him, but he simply smiled, held your hand and led you inside. “Honey, we’re home!” He yelled to the seemingly empty house, and you laughed – he was being an idiot, but he was your idiot.

You didn’t expect a deep, rumbling voice to yell back.

“Bedroom, now!” you turned to him with gaping mouth. “Well, what are you waiting for? You better run, girl.” “Chris, are you sure about this?” You asked as he pushed you towards the stairs leading to his bedroom. Even though you wanted to be sure he was down for this, you couldn’t control your pussy, which was already dripping wet. He cocked an eyebrow, the dominant side coming through.

“Are you questioning me, baby?” “No, sir.” You answered before practically running up the stairs to the bedroom.

Henry was sitting stoically on the bed, his eyes trained on yours as you came inside – he nodded once to Chris, who followed behind you, and you heard him chuckle slightly before he sat down in a plush chair somewhere behind you. “Strip.” Henry’s voice was commanding and definitely didn’t leave room for talking and you turned slightly to Chris, who nodded at you. “What are you waiting for, Y/N? Strip.” You finally came to the realization that Chris wanted this, whatever the hell this was. You undid your dress, letting it fall to your feet, leaving you in only your bra; Chris was fondling your panties. Henry’s eyes were dark as he stood and began circling you.

“You’ve been bad, haven’t you, Y/N?” “I don’t…” A smack on your ass that made you gasp, rang through the room. “Don’t fucking talk back to me.” You were panting. “Yes, daddy.” You heard Chris groan happily behind you as you whispered to Henry. “You found another cock to ride, huh?” Another smack, this time hard enough to send you surging forwards, almost losing your footing. “Y-yes, daddy. I’m sorry.” “Are you? I think you like it, don’t you?” You whined as the skin of his palm connected in a hard smack on your wet folds. It was pain but in the best fucking way. “I do, daddy.” “Yeah?” You nodded and moaned as a finger dipped inside of you from behind. “Chris, want to help here?” Henry’s voice was casual, as if he was asking for a glass of water and Chris chuckled, stepping over to the two of you. “Get that bag and get plug out.” Henry ordered and Chris followed, unloading the bag next to the bed. He handed that and a bottle of lube to Henry, who stroked your back in soft strokes. “Lay down on the bed, darling.” His voice was dangerously sweet, and you nodded, finding Chris’ eyes as you laid down on your back, spreading your legs. He mouthed an I love you to you as he sat down next to you, his fingers finding your nipple, rolling and tugging at it before his mouth descended on it.

You mewled as you felt his teeth tug slightly on your nipple, squirming slightly under him, as you heard lube being splattered on something. “Are you good with this?” Henry asked softly and you nodded insistingly; how the hell could you not be okay with this? He chuckled. “Desperate whore.” He murmured and you felt a cold tip press against your puckered hole. You moaned loudly as Henry slowly, but surely, slid the plug inside of you, the stretch of it hurting slightly; Chris moved to your lips and distracting you as Henry let the butt-plug bottom out in your ass. His tongue found yours, and his hand slid from your nipple to your throat, squeezing slightly and he pulled away, eyes burning in yours. Henry groaned at the sight in front of him and you found him, your eyes blazing with lust and your pussy throbbing around nothing. He discarded his clothes quickly, a smirk playing on his lips as Chris squeezed harder around your throat, stealing the last air in you. You gasped against the feeling of his fingers on your pulse-point and your eyes rolled back in your head, as Henry dipped his face to your throbbing pussy. “You want this, you fucking slut? Me eating you out while your boyfriend chokes you?” You nodded and mewled brokenly, feeling like your entire body was light on fire. You were going to die if something didn’t happen soon. “Tsk, so impatient.” Henry chuckled and caught Chris’ eyes. “I think her mouth needs a little work, don’t you?” Chris grinned and let your throat go, a rush of air flowing back to you. “Oh, definitely.” Henry bowed down and blew air straight on your slick folds, causing you to jerk around and felt the plug move with you. Fucking hell. His hands found your hips and held you with bruising force to the mattress as Chris stripped next to you.

You almost drooled at the sight of Henry between your legs, a wicked grin on his lips, and Chris who stood next to you, cock standing big and proud from the small mound of light curls on him. “I’m not going down until you are, sweetheart.” Henry’s voice was condescending, and it made you mewl slightly, moving to the side so you could reach Chris’ cock with your mouth.

“Good girl.” Henry dipped his head again, his tongue stroking between your folds and you gasped at the same time as Chris pushed the head of his cock between your lips, forcing himself in your throat. You gagged around him as Henry fucked you with his mouth, assaulting your senses and your clit with his tongue.

The sounds of you gagging and slurping at Chris while Henry ate you out like a starving man filled the bedroom along with Chris’ moans, that ignited something in you. You tried to take him deeper, and tears welled up in your eyes as you did, feeling your orgasm inch closer for every second you were filled with him in your mouth and Henry’s tongue on your clit, his finger sliding inside of you and pumped at the same speed as his tongue danced around your clit.

You pulled away from Chris and drew a deep breath, spit connecting your mouth and his cock – he simply chuckled and grabbed you by the throat, forcing you to his cock again. “O, no, you don’t.” His voice was dangerous and he pushed inside of you again, holding your throat so you couldn’t move and began fucking your mouth hard. Henry hummed delighted as a gush of your slick came over him, your orgasm rolling over you in an instant; the feeling of Chris fucking your mouth sent you toppling over the edge, small fires burning under your skin as you came, your cries muffled by the cock in your throat. You barely had a breath left in you and you saw spots, when Chris’ hips stuttered, and he pulled away with a groan. Henry kissed your inner thigh and stood up, cock proud and dripping with precum. “That’s the last one you’re getting without asking first, darling.” He said huskily and moved to the side of you, standing next to Chris. Chris groaned. “Come on, I was just…” “Evans, if you don’t make the switch, I’m going to tie you up and make you watch.” Your eyes rolled back at the demanding tone and to your surprise, Chris followed suit; you knew he was a softer dom, but definitely not one to take orders. Henry chuckled and stroked your cheek gently.

“You don’t think I haven’t ordered him around before?” He whispered, wiping a stray tear away. You moaned as Chris plunged two fingers inside of you quickly and without warning. “You look so pretty when you’re dirty like this.” He wiped a streak of mascara off your cheek and grinned, before lining his cock up with your mouth. “Just like last time, you remember, don’t you?” You nodded eagerly and opened your mouth. Chris pumped his fingers harshly, his other hand wrapped around his hard length pleasuring himself as he watched his fingers move in and out of you. You were trying your hardest to fit Henry fully in your mouth, but he gave you no chance to adjust yourself; he held your head in place and rutted into your mouth, burying his cock in your throat deeply. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, both in pain and pleasure and Chris groaned at the end of the bed.

“Fuck it, I need to be inside of her.” He mumbled, crawling over you, his cock twitching, as he kissed along your body. Henry chuckled, still fucking your mouth, before he let his hand fall harshly on your cheek and pulling out. His fingers held a tight grip on your chin and cheeks, his eyes searing into your fucking soul. “You think you deserve it?” You nodded eagerly. “Words, Y/N.” “Please, daddy?” You pleaded, rolling your hips under Chris. “On top of him.” He ordered and you easily followed orders, Chris laying down and you straddling his thighs, his cock pressed against your dripping core. “No. Turn around.” Henry ordered and you frowned. “Oh, you want first pick, man?” Chris hands found your hips, digging fingers into the supple skin. “If you’re okay with it.” Henry questioned. Chris found your eyes and you nodded once, more than happy to get filled to the brim by them both. “Sure. It’s been a while for you, anyway.” He said with a grin, and you turned to face Henry, who grabbed your face again and held you tightly in his grip. He forced your mouth open, and he let a string of spit land on your tongue, sending your nerves into overdrive – it felt so fucking humiliating, so much toomuch, but you felt yourself grow hotter and slicker at the gesture. Chris maneuvered under you, pulling at the plug and slowly inching it out of you as Henry moved his hand to your throat.

“You’re not breathing until he’s fully inside of you, got it?” You nodded and gasped as his big hand and thick fingers tightened around you, cutting your air off; you mewled soundlessly at the feeling of the plug slowly being pulled from you and Henry’s hand on your heated skin, already questioning if you could handle waiting for Chris to be fully in your ass. He groaned as the plug fell from you with a soft pop and he hummed appreciatively, pushing the tip of his thick cock against your hole. You closed your eyes, dots already forming in your vision, as he pushed inside of you with a loud moan. It felt so fucking full, you were squirming at the sensation; it was burning, but also made you grow slicker second by second as Chris sank inside of you, finally bottoming out when you felt like you couldn’t take anymore. Henry released your throat and you coughed slightly, feeling yourself tighten around Chris’ cock. He groaned and snapped his hips slightly, causing you to moan and your breast to bounce slightly. “Fuck, you better join now, or I’ll fuck her myself.” Chris said in a strained voice. You knew that voice; that was the way he sounded when he was about to snap and loose control completely, the side of Chris you fucking loved. Henry smirked at you. “Go right ahead, I’ve got some business first.” Chris chuckled behind you and slowly moved himself out of you, before pushing back into you, hips snapping and he lost control; he roared and started to mercilessly fuck your ass, sending stars up and down your back as he did. Henry leaned in, his cock twitching impatiently. He was almost lips to lips when he finally spoke.

“You like being fucked like a good little whore, don’t you?” “Yes, daddy!” You practically screamed, bouncing on Chris’ cock. “You’ve been bad, you know.” “Daddy…” He held on to your chest, steadying you as he looked down at Chris’ cock sliding in and out of you, your dripping pussy empty and throbbing. His palm connected with your exposed clit with a hard slap, once, twice, five times before you yelled out, barely able to hold back your orgasm. “Fuck! Can I cum, daddy, please?” Henry chuckled and lined himself up with your pussy, the head of him hitting your overly sensitive clit. “Ask your master, darling.” “Sir!” Chris moaned as the preferred nickname rolled off of your tongue like a drowning man would gasp for air. “Can I cum, please, please, please…” “Stop begging, baby. Cum for me.” As his words hit your ears, Henry’s cock buried inside of you and you screamed as you exploded around the two cocks inside of you, the orgasm feeling like it would blind you. You were tight in every single extremity as you came, gasping for air, and Henry and Chris chuckled as they both bottomed out. Henry shouted a string of obscenities, and spat at your mouth again, you gasping at the feeling of it on your tongue.

You were about to split in half. They were both huge in both length and girth, and you felt like you couldn’t take it, not both of them at the same time. “Please, I can’t, not both…” You were a panting mess. Henry chuckled and slapped your cheek. “Oh, baby… You can and you fucking will.” He held you by your throat and searched the bed for his shirt – he found it and grabbed the tie, that lay next to it, before commanding Chris to hold you still. Chris held your arms as Henry wrapped his tie around your mouth, effectively gagging you with the navy-blue silk. “Now, where were we?” He said, almost mockingly, before pulling out slightly and slamming back in you. Chris followed him and soon they had found a rhythm where you were constantly filled with them, both of them dragging against your walls and stretching your holes until you felt like you were going to explode.

The sounds of their moans and grunts turned you on more than you’d ever imagined it would, and the feeling of Chri’s fingers digging into the skin on your ass, leaving crescent moons in their wake, made you feel weak at the knees. They fucked you in tandem, their rhythm never faltering until Chris roared behind you and his hand fell on your ass in a hard slap, and you felt him twitch inside of you. “Fuck, I’m going to fill your ass, and you’re going to take it, baby…” He moaned his words and your moan sounded muffled as your pussy throbbed around Henry’s thick cock. “You want him to fill you like a good little whore, darling?” he whispered darkly. He was fucking intoxicating when he was this dominant. You nodded eagerly; wanton moans stuck in your throat. Chris moaned. “Speed it up, old man, I’m not going to last.” Chris mumbled behind you and you had to swallow a giggle. “Jesus, you’re impatient.” Henry turned back to you, his thick cock dragging along your walls as he rutted deeply in and out of you. “You want me to fill your sweet little cunt as well, love?” He said, his fingers sliding over your sensitive clit. Your back arched at the feeling, drawing them both deeper and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Yes, daddies, fill me!” You finally said as Henry harshly jerked the gag from your mouth. They both buried themselves deeply in you, not caring about a rhythm to it anymore, simply chasing their own highs. You were burning, both from the stretch of the two men, but also from your impending orgasm, and you knew you would have a hard time walking tomorrow.

Chris fell over the edge first, his cock twitching in your ass right before he jolted and stilled in you; you felt the warmth spread with thick ropes of cum in your ass, and Henry roared, chasing his own and your high as well. His fingers rubbed furiously at your clit, and you were mewling, moaning at him, begging to cum. “P-please, please, daddy, please, I need to cum, please…” You were almost screaming at this point, your fingernails dragging long, red and angry scratches down Henry’s arms as he fucked you hardly. You felt Chris twitch under you, keeping inside of you and you could feel the seed leak out from you and pool around his spent cock, which sent you straight into a tailspin.

Henry finally let a final roar go. “Fucking cum, Y/N!” He pulled at your nipple harshly, and you fell over the edge, your body going rigid as you came hard; you saw white, your nerves shot to hell, as you came around him, milking him for his spend. He stuttered and stilled, spraying long, warm ropes of cum inside of you, filling you deep within. You were panting as all three of you came down, and Chris gently eased himself out of you, laying you down on your back and scooting out of bed, Henry still in you. He followed your body as you laid down, completely spent, while Chris got up and found a wet towel to clean you up.

A moment alone, Henry gently kissed you. “I know you’re with Evans, but… I made a mistake.” Chris came back before you had time to answer, and Henry pulled out. Both men went to work cleaning your spent body up, gently caressing you with the damp towels.

“C’mere.” You mumbled to them both, cuddling against Chris, while Henry spooned you from behind. “You know, I wouldn’t mind making this a permanent thing, y’know.” Chris said softly in the stillness that fell over the bedroom. You looked at him “Really?” “What?” Henry asked. “Yeah. I mean, I’d like to have a go at your pussy as well, but…” He looked at the both of you. “I know I love you, and from what he told me…” He pointed to Henry. “It seems like he’s been having a hard time letting you go.” He kissed your forehead. “And I know you, so I know you have wanted something like this for a while… Besides, I like Henry.” “Are you sure?” You asked Chris, who simply smiled and held his hand out to Henry, who shook it.

“Welcome to the family, man. Buy your own towels, I’m not wiping my face with your ass-towel.”

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Months passed in each other’s company and the tree of you had found a steady routine; it was weird how easily it came to all of you. The boys never wanted to screw each other but were more than happy watching and sharing you. You had all moved in together in Chris’ house a month back, and the life had become pretty normal, even with two giant men around you at all times.

They had become best friends and you had fallen head over heels with them both.

“Chris, babe!” You yelled at him as you struggled to zip your dress. “I need a hand!” He poked his head inside of your dressing room and smiled softly. “Gotcha.” He zipped the back of your dress before placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered against your skin. “You look pretty dabber yourself.” Henry’s voice soared from downstairs.

“Loves, we need to go, or we’ll be late!” You nodded and quickly put on your shoes, following Chris down the stairs and out to the waiting car, where Henry opened the door for both of you and kissed you, before all three of you got inside.

“We sure we’re ready for this?” You asked uncertainly. The little love-bubble had been nice. Henry and Chris groaned, both of them rolling their eyes. “Y/N, we have to do it at some point in our lives.” Chris said. “And I’m so sick of pretending not to be with you.” Henry chimed in. you nodded, grabbing both of their hands and putting them in your lap.

“We better get it on when we get home.” You joked.

The car stilled near the red carpet, and you drew a deep breath, looking to the crowd of cameras and reporters. Chris opened the door and kissed your hand before getting out; you quickly looked to Henry, who smiled. “Here goes nothing.” You said before stepping out of the car, sliding straight against Chris’ side and kissed him deeply, the cameras going crazy. You grinned as you felt a hand on your ass and turned to your other love, finding his blue eyes and angling your face towards him. Henry bent down slightly and kissed you just as deeply as you had kissed Chris, and you faintly registered the flashes going off, but the crowd growing quiet. You pulled away with a wide grin, your arms around your two men, as they waved to a shocked crowd of reporters and cameras.

This was going to be fun.

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[ughdontbeboring]

meal time

Chris Evans x Black/WoC reader

meal time….wrong time?

warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving)

sidenote: as always can be read by anyone but reader is black/woc. Also wrote this while I was falling asleep so yea 🙂 don’t give permission for my work to be used anywhere in any form.

if you likes it, fucks with it show some love!

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Fuck

Fuck was all her brain could even muster up at the moment. 

The pleasure happening to her body right now, specifically between her legs turned her into a dumb mess. She knew as much as she wanted to she shouldn’t open her eyes because she’d cum instantly.

Her view?

Chris. 

Her boyfriend of a year and half Chris Evans  was eating her pussy so nasty and sloppy, she was shook. Should she be at least used to it a bit, yes, but she isn’t. Sex with him always brought her to heights she didn’t think possible. It didn’t hurt that he was so fucking beautiful to look at with the body of a Greek God. Her hips rolled into his mouth just at the thought of how fine he was. 

She carded her finger through his hair while he stood on his knees. He had threw her on top the kitchen counter the moment they were alone in his home. 

He jerked her forward a bit so her ass was half of the marble edge as her hands held on to the cool edge for dear life. The fall wasn’t to far but the counters were custom made a little taller then normal because of Chris’s height. 

She felt his hands dig into her body more as his wet thick tongue assaulted her sensitive bundle. 

“Oh fuck” she moaned as her body rocked. 

She could hear and feel Chris moan into her warmth. Her eyes rolled back at the feeling.

“Fuck baby you taste so good, so wet for daddy” he groaned causing her to whimper.

His nasty talk was short lived as he dived back into her ocean. Thank God they were in the kitchen because she knew for sure she was making a mess.

She could feel her slick dripping down her ass cheeks.

She finally opened her eyes as her orgasm started to build, she knew it wouldn’t be long as she watched his handsome face between her thighs feasting on her wet cunt.

The loud sounds of her wetness and his mouth bouncing off the walls of the kitchen. 

Fuck almost there she thought. Chris knew her so well she knew she didn’t have to tell him, he just knew. 

Her legs clenched around his head and her eyes started to blur as her orgasm shattered through her. 

“Ohhhh daddy- SCOTT!” She yelled cutting off her own moan. 

Chris head snapped up toward her, his face pure confusion.

“Scott?!” He yelled confused.

Her wide eyes jumped between his slick covered face and the disgusted and shocked brother standing on the other side of the island, facing Chris’s back. He was stuck as he stared. 

YN was already covering her breast, pulling Chris arm to get him to stand as YN yelled Scott’s name again. 

Chris quickly turned around as he felt YN’s body slip up behind his trying to cover herself.

“Scott!“ Chris yelled in shock. 

“Omg! I’m so sorry! EW WHAT THE FUCK GUYS!! omg!” Scott yelled as he dropped the things in his hands, his eyes raked over his brother, thankful he had shorts on but Scott’s face fell once it land on his brothers face as it glistened in the kitchen. “Chris!!! Omg is that….omg…her….she….on…your-“.

“Scott get out!!” YN yelled from behind Chris too embarrassed to look at Scott.

Chris could feel the cool breeze on his face and realized what Scott was referring to.

Chris was eating her pussy so sloppy YN’s slick was covering damn near the whole bottom of his face. 

Chris smirked as Scott’s face turned red as a tomato. 

“Omggggg! I’m never kissing your cheek again!” Scott yelled before rushing out the kitchen making fake gaging noises. 

“You should knock next time Scott!” Chris yelled behind him as he disappeared into the living room. 

“I had my fucking ear pods in Chris!!” His brother yelled from the other side of the living. 

Chris rolled his eyes as he turned around to see his lover covering her lady bits with her peach shaped oven mitts she left at his house for when she cooked.

She glared at the 6’1 goofball as his body started to shake from the laughing so hard.

“Yea keep laughing and we’re NEVER having sex outside of the bedroom again” she threatened looking up at him. 

His laugh stopped instantly as he stared back at her.

Only moments passed of her glaring at his worried face before they both busted out laughing. 

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I was thinking about the brothers running around yelling each others names while scaring each other and thought if reader yelled Scott’s name at the wrong time 😂

[slut4buckysarm]

Do It - Chris Evans RPF

MAIN MASTERLIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT (AB RIDING, f orgasm, boob sucking) language, best friend to lover.

MY MOTIVATION TO WRITE COMES FROM COMMENTS SO PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK :)

ALL mistakes are my own.

Do NOT copy, repost, translate or rewrite my fics!!.

I hear a knock on my door and rush to open it.

"Chris, finally! What took you so long"?

The man waves a beer case in my face along with a plastic bag. "Had to stop for treats" he mutters, closing the door behind me.

I grab the bag from his hand along with the glass bottles and place them onto the coffee table. Chris plops himself onto the couch and grabs the remote from my seat.

"Hey no! It's my turn to pick the movie" I whine.

"We both know that you're going to put on something romantic and we're just gonna fall asleep halfway through" he smiles, scrolling through the movies on my t.v screen.

I seat myself next to him and open up the plastic bag. I take out the ice cream carton and can't help but smile when I see the words "Cookie Dough".

"You remembered!" I laugh, smacking his arm. Chris smirks at me and pulls me in tighter.

He clickes the button under his thumb a couple more times until he stops at "50 Shades of Gray". I look up at him and he looks back at me.

"Really? 50 Shades?" I ask.

Chris runs a hand through his hair, smiles, and clicks play.

We laugh and smile at the movie until a sex scene pops up on the screen a few minutes in and I feel Chris' cock harden under my arm. He physically gets uncomfortable making me behave the same way. Chris lets out a dry cough when he sees the girl naked and I look into my lap.

My pebbled nipples peak out of my shirt and he knows that I'm turned on.

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Chris knocks my ice cream bin to the side and hovers over me. My throat runs dry when he looks down at my lips.

"Chris" I whisper.

"Tell me if you want me to stop and I will, Y/F/N" he mumbles before pulling me in for a kiss. He swirls his tongue in my mouth and bites my bottom lip. Chris moves his lips to my neck and pulls my shirt over my head.

He trails sloppy kisses down to my chest and wraps his lips around my left nipple. Chris uses his free hand to massage my other breast and alternates between the two. I run my fingers through his brown locks and tug gently at them.

Chris grips my thigh and adjusts it over his hip. He continues sucking my pebbled skin and I throw my head back in pleasure.

"Fuck, just like that Chris" I moan as he places his lips back onto mines.

I buck my hips onto his torso and roll them a bit. The feeling of my cunt up against his abs has my body shivering. I let out a moan and then it seems as even time is able to standstill. Chris locks his eyes with mines and my cheeks flush in embarrassment.

He moves his body off of mines and I know that I fucked up.

"Sorry if that- sorry if that was weird, Chris" I start getting up and grabbing my blanket in my hands. "I get it if you want to go".

Chris steps closer to me and I look down to my feet.

"Do it" I can feel Chris' breath on my lips.

"What?" I utter, taken aback.

He licks his lips and gives me a smirk.

"Chris, I don't know what you're- Oh my god!" I shriek as he picks me up and places me back onto the couch.

He then moves his body under me so that he's laying down and props me over his torso.

"Do it" Chris speaks, hands grabbing at my waist.

I start to move my hips and every ridge on his abs sends electric currents throughout my body. I hold onto Chris' shoulders to maintain my balance and he brings my head down to kiss me once again.

"Shit Chris, feels s'good" I moan onto his lips.

"Yeah, I know sweetheart. Keep goin'. Keep goin' for me, alright"?

All I can manage to do is nod my head in response and open my mouth as moans spill from my lips. Chris tightens his grip on my waist and I feel myself come closer to my release.

"Fuck Chris. M' so close" I whimper as he runs his hands up and down my body.

"So beautiful" Chris whispers under his breath. "Cum for me darling. Wanna see you make a mess all over me".

That's all it takes for me to release onto him. My juices pool onto his sweaty body as I scream his name.

Chris helps me ride out my high before tucking my sweat-drenched lock behind my ear.

"Oh I'm so picking this movie next time" he chuckles, pulling me in closer.

please give feedback and reblog if you enjoyed.

[steak-ns]

having fun with character (part 1)

i literally don't know what type this is, short scenarios or something

ch: sano manjiro "mikey", matsuno chifuyu, hanemiya kazutora, kurokawa izana, haruchiyo sanzu, mitsuya takashi

second pov, semi content warning: penetration for reader, there's tears, rough and soft intimate moments, laughing during seggc time, tall reader is a yes, you have large boobs too, gotta consensually suffocate em somehow, tiny character but like also cute, semi-public not really but yes, sub reader idk, just having fun, lowercase intended, don't know which timeskip! mikey to put, all characters here are their future selves, so as in all of em are above 18, unintended favoritism *wink* *wink*

sano manjiro mikey

you were so close, so so close

to turning to your side to reach for your phone at the nightstand as your lovely boyfriend had his fun. smiling fondly at him as he had his eyes closed and setting a horrible rhythm of his hips.

"why can't i-"

getting cut off with a moan when you squeeze your walls. he looked down where you two were connected then pulled out and cums dripped down onto the bedsheets, his cum. rubbing his shoulders in a comforting act, pulling his upper body to your chest.

"you never finished your sentence, baby."

you coo at him and were able to reach down to tap his tip. red and tiny. a sudden whimper had you smiling. flipping your position and looking down at his cute cock, cooing more at him as he squirmed at your sudden action to cup it between your dominant hand.

“don’t tell me you can’t speak now?”

leaning down to give a lick along his cock, it would make sense, you two had been at it since 10, it's now 2 in the morning, and not once has he made you cum. you could see his chest heave as you took his cock in your mouth. Swirling your tongue and one of his hands' grip onto your head. displeased when he pulled harshly, pinching his smooth milky thighs.

“i’m gon-”

he can’t finish his sentences again, and let out a sob when you toyed with his balls. tilting your head with his dick still in your mouth when you felt nothing in your mouth. he’s crying and twitching as you hum.

this is going to be fun.

matsuno chifuyu

you were on all fours on the floor facing a mirror you would use to check your outfits for the day. your boyfriend was behind you with a red face as he fucked into you. ah, he looked so handsome like this, even if you couldn’t see his eyes as they were blocked by his dark bangs. my my, didn’t you have an amazing boyfriend to follow with new things.

letting a moan slip out, of course you will. there was your boyfriend, naked and toned, his hands on your hips with a grip that can leave marks, his ever “quiet” moans, his small dick in you with a vibrating cock ring placed on. he’s a good boy. he’s your puppy, and he loved to please you before he can please himself.

“you’re such a good boy.”

pausing to take a breath to say your words. looking at him through the mirror, he looked up then placed his chest on your back. hearing his quiet thank you’s, and you can’t get enough. he moved his right arm to play with your clit and you hummed out. pleased with his actions. looking down at the remote and went to turn it off, he’s been good and deserves a reward for the good behavior, but being the dumb puppy that he also was, he gave a harsh thrust, and instead of turning it off, it had gone to the highest setting.

sucking in a breath when even you could feel the vibrations as he cried and stopped moving his hips for a moment. widening your eyes since he pushed your upper body down and continued fucking you. turning your head to see him crying, drooling, and babbling. taking a second to compose yourself when the new pace felt amazing.

“let me cum, please! let me cum, please! please!”

ah, he’s such a good boy, your good boy. your dumb good boy.

hanemiya kazutora

normally you would have the night lamp on when you two got into the mood. but he was needy, far too needy to let anything happen but trying to get you naked from the waist down.

pulling his hair to let you breathe, a string of saliva formed between you two as you pulled apart. gasping as he pushed you down onto your back, raising a brow noticing he hadn’t completely taken his pants off. 

“what’s the hurry, baby?” 

rubbing his cheek with a hand and he leaned onto your palm before blinking and shaking his head. he was frowning and you, unfortunately, smiled at remembering what happened earlier. poor, poor him. it wasn't your intention to rile him up, but all is good when you can take care of him.

rough gasps left his lips as he dragged his lips down your torso, his hands moving to take off the piece of clothing. normally he would have paused and do whatever he felt like doing, like licking you through your underwear which was always more of a punishment for him rather than you.

but today, your lovely baby decided to yank your precious underwear, that he gifted you on a random day, off yourself. retaliating by pulling the strands of hair behind his head. a shuddering moan and him slipping right in, his cum from before acting as odd lubricate, was all the reaction you needed to locking your legs over his hips.

how unfortunate of him to act like as needy as he is now when not too long ago you already played with your baby. smiling and softly laughing at his desperate acts to relieve only himself, you hummed as you brought his head to your chest. holding his head there and his hips stuttered.

feeling his cum drip as he pulls out without ever lifting his head.

"so, so good of you."

giving the top of his head a few kisses, not making a move to raise your arms.

hi! i don't know when i am to start on part 2, but this will have to do for now

also a few of the tags above the first image are meant for part 2, but whateves

[bvckywife]

oh this is going to be interesting, could you please write about Andy barber cheating on his wife, Lauri with his assistant, reader

The other women

warning: smut 😏🌶️

Andy and his assistant yn have been together for 3 months, yn knew that Andy was married but she didn’t care she will still fuck with him , or suck his dick under his tablet well he was talking to Laurie.

Andy have been fighting with Laurie over 2 years do to what happened with Jacob, he got tried of it ask his assistant if she will be his lover yn begin a in love it’s Andy said yes to him, Andy was all happy with his assistant even if she was in her mid twenties he loved everything from her.

Yn will receive gift from Andy like expensive perfume, bags or even lingerie for her to wear for him, yn will do everything to please him and what Laurie won’t do.

After weeks later andy had decided to get a hotel room for him and yn to celebrate a win case yn had back her favorite lingerie to give him a big surprise. Will Andy was in the meeting yn had plan everything out. She placed candles, rose petals and more

Yn was so excited to show Andy this, she went and got ready and use her red lipstick high heels, her hair done and last her lingerie, when Andy was done he went back to the room and saw everything that yn had done he called her out and yn replied “ in the room andy “ andy went to the room and saw yn all ready for him candles, wine and the one thing that caught his eyes was yn all beautiful with the red lingerie that he bought her. Andy was quickly enough to take his shirt off, one thing got to another and now yn was riding him all fast and deep Andy loving it he gray her from her hips and help me go more faster and rough, Andy didn’t care if yn make so much noise for the next door people heard her, all he cares is that his dick was being used by her tight walls.

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A little bit older, a whole lot nicer | Ari Levinson

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 -> (Ex-)BoyfriendsDad!Ari Levinson x Female!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> When your boyfriend breaks up his dad takes care of you. He will treat you right and even though he is older it doesn’t stop the feelings you have for one another.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 6.402

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) 18+, Minors DNI, shitty ex-boyfriend, angst, smut, age gap (reader in her early 20’s, Ari in his early 40’s), fingering (fem!receiving), oral (fem!receiving), unprotected p in v, multiple orgasm, cum eating, hint of Ari’s breeding kink, daddy kink, praises, aftercare, lots of kisses, insulting (ex boyfriend calling her a whore/bitch), fluff

𝐀/𝐍 -> I want to thank @little-miss-dilf-lover for helping me to come up with the ideas. @amathslutsguidetofandom for helping to decide a title. I also want to thank @imtryingbuck for proofreading.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 -> Multifandom-Flash Bingo | 1.4 | The first cut is the deepest | @multifandom-flash | Fandom-Free Bingo: Wild Edition | I1 | Rubbing their stomach | @fandom-free-bingo | Seasonal Delights Bingo | Alternate Prompt | drawing circles with their fingers on the others skin to calm them down | @seasonaldelightsbingo

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The sun is beautiful, brightening the living room of the Levinsons. It's a big room with the most adorable windows you have ever seen; they reach the ground, and when the sun is shining into the house, the living room is the brightest room in the house. The furniture is white, but it still looks soft. In the middle is a large couch you're sitting on right now. It's comfortable and warm; behind your back are some cushions, and your legs are crossed while you let the sun shine on your face.

Noah, your boyfriend, and you have been dating for three years now. He introduced you to his dad pretty soon after you started to date, and since then, you've always been welcome at their house. His dad loved you from the first time he saw you, admiring the way you smile and when your nose is slightly scrunched when you find something disgusting.

"Ari, do you think he will be happy that I'm surprising him?" You ask, shifting slightly and looking around to face the older man.

Ari, who is sitting in the armchair, nods his head before he narrows his eyebrows. His middel long, brown hair falls into his face when he does so, and he wipes the strands with his big hand back behind his ear. His muscles are flexing, and you can see the veins poking out when he moves his arm. The t-shirt he is wearing only covers his shoulder, and you gasp slightly at this view. Even though you have seen it a lot, you always admire it, and your mouth is immediately watering.

"Is everything all right between the two of you?" Ari asks, his steel blue eyes piecring into yours.

You swallow hard, then you nod slightly. You're not sure if it's right or not because Noah acts weird when he is around you. He has less time for you, and when he avoids talks or dates, you only sit around; sometimes you cuddle, but most of the time he just convinces you to let him fuck you. It's not that you don't like it, but he doesn't pay attention to your feelings, and when he comes, he pulls out; he doesn't care if you have pleasure, and when it was him first loving you, it's now only fucking you. No aftercare; just a small kiss before he takes a shower, dresses himself, and lets you take a shower then too. When you watch movies, they are the only ones he likes, and when you ask for one to watch, he tells you the other movie is the one he prefers.

"What is it, princess? Did he hurt you?"

Ari leans forward and places his arms on his thighs, still looking at you. You shiver softly when he looks at you with such an intense stare. You don't know that your boyfriend's father knows you that well, but he does. He knows when you're not feeling well; he sees it in the way your eyes aren't shining as much as they are used to. Your smile is still beautiful, but it doesn't reach your eyes, at least not right now when you try to smile. You shake your head. You want to tell him about the things that aren't as great in yours and Noah's relationship anymore, but you're afraid that Ari will push you away then. Since you feel so welcome in this family, like you never were in your own, you feel safe and loved. But throw it away because you may just ask for too much in a relationship.

"He doesn't do anything. That's the problem, but I probably just ask for too much," you say with a sad smile on your lips before you sigh. "When we were just a few weeks together, he was always so cute; he paid attention when I liked something or when I didn't like it. But now-"

You interrupt yourself when you shake your head slightly. Tears form in your eyes, and you turn your face away so Ari won't see them. You hear him sighing and leaning back. Before you can say something, your phone is buzzing, and you take it to see that Noah sent you a message.

'Hi, I thought a while now about a way to tell you. Sorry, but I have to break up; things between us just don't work anymore.'

You gasp slighly, and when you go on his chat, you see that he changed his profile picture. Noah had the same picture as you — one where you wrapped your arms around his neck and he kissed your cheek. Now he has changed it to him kissing another girl. You feel the tears slowly rolling down your cheeks, and you try not to sob loudly. Your heart aches, your world is breaking down in just a short time, and you feel like there is nothing left but pain. You don't know what hurts more — that he obviously cheated on you or that you lost the only place where you felt really comfortable and safe.

Even though you loved Noah, you fell slowly for his dad. You wouldn't have broken up because you thought Ari was just like a dad for you, but whenever he touches you or the two of you are alone, you feel a tingling in your body. When he looks at you with his intense stare and starts smiling, it warms your heart. But you just thought it was because your father left when you were younger, but Ari would stay up all night with you when Noah would sleep, and you would have a nightmare — you know, because it happened and Ari was making sure you felt better when Noah was ignoring you and mad that you woke him up.

You woke up with sweat covering your whole body; your breath was heavy while you looked through the room with wide eyes. A nightmare woke you up, and you felt like someone was still looking at you. But you couldn't see anyone in the room; you heard your heart beating, the blood rushing through your veins, and you felt the tears all over your cheeks.

"Noah?" You asked quietly, looking for your boyfriend, who was sleeping next to you.

You softly grasped his shoulder and woke him up. The way he looked at you made you shiver; the usual expression full of love was just an annoyed and disappointed one. He didn't care what you wanted; he pushed you back and turned around. You were crying silently, sitting up to pull your knees up and wrap your arms around your legs. But after another groan from Noah and him telling you to be 'fucking quiet now or he will help you out with his dick' you decided to get up and go to the living room.

When you walked out of Noah's room, you already heard the television in the living room. Walking to the room quietly before you looked around to see Ari lying on his couch, his face turned to the television until you cleared your throat. His blue eyes were looking up and down your body for injuries or something. When he didn't see any, he smirked and sat up, showing you to sit down next to him, and you did. Ari was placing a blanket around your shoulders, his broad hand rubbing over your back, while your body was slightly trembling. Your legs bounced up and down, and Ari knew you always did that when you were nervous.

"What's wrong, princess?" He asked, and you felt the shiver along your spine, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body.

"Just a nightmare," you said, pulling the blanket closer around you.

Ari drew small circles on your back and offered you a cup of hot chocolate. You agreed, and he sat there with you, watching the most romantic movies, until you fell asleep in his arms. He laid together with you on the couch, pulling you with your back as close as possible against his rboad chest, and his arm was wrapped around your waist while he watched you half of the night. He had never seen someone more adorable, and he just couldn't bring himself to look away from you.

He can never get enough of you; his eyes are always on you when you're around. And his smirk grows when he hears you laughing. But right now, he just hears the quiet, muffled sobs leaving your pretty lips. Ari sighs, leaning back in his armchair, before he clears his throat, getting your attention.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I should leave now," you mumble quietly.

You want to get up, but your legs feel so weak that you just fall back down on the couch. He looks at you, wanting nothing more, but holds you close and makes sure that whatever caused you to feel that bad disappears. Ari wants to comfort you, but he doesn't want to force you to be close to him if you don't want to.

"Princess, come here," he says, tapping his thigh, and you look at him with red, widening eyes.

Ari almost hisses when he sees the trails of your tears down your cheeks, your red eyes, and the way your bottom lip is slightly wobbling. You swallow thickly and push yourself up from the couch. You make your way over to him slowly. The pain in your chest grows when you think about Noah and the way he was never there for you, but his dad is. Ari is sitting in front of you, his steel-blue eyes showing you so much love. The older man waits for you to sit down on his thigh, and you do, your legs dangling over one of his legs while you sit on the other. Aris' hand is sliding up and down your back, his fingers drawing circles on the fabric of your shirt. Your head is placed against his shoulder, and your tears are soaking the shirt slowly.

“What happened, princess?”

“N-Noah, h-he cheated. A-And he broke up. Am I not good-looking enough? I-I understand when you hate me now; I'm sorry,” you say, fisting his shirt and pulling it tight against you, inhaling his scent deeply.

“Princess, you’re beautiful — the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Looks like Noah just doesn’t know what he is going to lose when he prefers some girl he just hooked up with instead of the beautiful girl who is sitting in my lap right now,” Ari says, his hand sliding higher to your neck.

You lean more against him, his shirt still tightly in your hand, when you look up at him. Your teary eyes meet his ocean one, and you see something in them you have seen so often, but this time it feels different. It feels special. There is something that makes his eyes shine in a combination of lust and love, like the ocean blue has a small bit of darker blue in them. You get lost in his eyes — the way you can see deep into his soul — and he doesn’t stop you; he doesn’t turn away or push you away. Ari is looking into your eyes with such an intention that your legs are getting weak, and if you didn’t sit in his lap, you would probably fall down.

“Ari—" you whisper.

His other hand found its way to your thigh, but you didn’t realize until he squeezed it softly. He smirks and his eyes light up the moment his lips curl up and you bite your lip. The tension between the two of you changed suddenly. You want — you need Ari. The skin underneath his large hand tingles, and you want more of that feeling; you want to forget everything that Noah caused — the pain, the tears. You only want Ari, want to give in to the feeling you both tried to hide for so long.

“What is it, pretty girl?” He asks, pushing you softly away, causing you to sit straight in his lap.

His hands capture your cheeks, and he wipes your tears softly with his thumbs away. Ari’s lips are just a few inches away from yours, and you can feel his breath on your skin, warm and soft. His touches are soft, his thumbs moving lightly over your cheeks. You lean close, closing your eyes, but you don't break the distance, too afraid of what he could do or say when you would do so. Ari chuckles, pulling you even closer, and presses his pink, plump lips on yours. His lips move as softly as possible against yours; they're salty because of your tears, but it doesn't bother the two of you. You part your lips slightly, letting Ari slide his tongue into your mouth, playing with your tongue while his one hand is still holding you by your neck and his other is stroking over your thigh. You feel his fingers inching closer to your core before he moves his hand away.

“Ari, please—" you say, pulling away softly and looking at him through your lashes.

“Princess, we can’t. I’m way too old for you. I shouldn’t have kissed you; I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

He doesn’t think like that, not at all. But your boyfriend just broke up, and Ari would fuck you now — even if he would make love to you — it would be just to distract you from your ex-boyfriend. And as much as he loves you, he doesn’t want to be just a one-time thing for you. His dick is growing in his pants, the kiss was hot, and the thought of you moaning his name underneath him — it turns him on beyond belief, causing his dick to throb and to soak his boxer briefs.

“But I-I love you, and I need you. Ari, please,” you whimper, tears building in your eyes.

Your eyes slide over his broad chest, which is still covered with the shirt he is wearing, over his stomach, and over his pants. His cock is pressing against the fabric, and it’s already visible that he is hard. The bugle in his pants is huge, and you whimper, your eyes focused on it, when you place your hand on top of his pants and press it slightly down. Ari watches you, and he groans when you press your hand into his cock. You can feel him growing even more and smirk softly when you look into Ari’s face.

“Daddy, I need you,” you say, seeing the change in his expression when you call him ‘Daddy’.

“I love you too. But I don’t want to be a one-time thing for you.”

“But you won’t be a one-time thing for me. I've had feelings for you for a while. B-But I thought it was just because you’re like a dad I never had, but everything is tingling when you touch me. You’re so much more than someone like a dad. Please, Ari,” you say, your hand still in his cock.

“Are you sure? I don’t think I can hold back when I get a first taste of you.”

“I’m sure. Ari, please.”

“Good. But be daddy’s good girl, yeah?” He says, smirking when he presses his lips against yours.

His tongue slips immediately past your lips, causing you to moan. Ari has never heard someone as beautiful and attractive as you moan. The older man groans into your mouth, his hand inching closer to your core. The sounds coming out of your pretty mouth make him go crazy; your soft moans are like music for the brown-haired man. Your pussy is dripping, and with every inch he gets closer to your core, you wiggle more on his lap. Ari grasps your thigh tightly, squeezing it until you’re sitting still before he moves his hands further to your pussy.

Ari pulls softly away. Both of you catch your breath while you hold his shirt still in your hands, pulling him as close as possible. His other hand glides to your ass, smacking it softly, making you yelp. Your eyes widen, your lips are still parted, and your breath is heavy when his big hand captures your pussy. Even through the fabric, it feels so intense that you throw your head back and thrust your hips against his hand.

“Don't be so impatient, princess. Daddy needed to wait to get you for so long; now you can let him play with your pussy,” he groans into your ear, kissing down your jawline to your neck.

You whimper, tilting your head to give him more space, and his lips graze over your soft skin before he bites into your neck. Ari’s marking you as is, kissing the spot where he just bites you before he kisses your neck further down. Moan leaves your lips, muffled by you biting on your lip, to stay as quiet as possible.

“Let me hear you, pretty girl. Daddy wants to hear those sweet sounds when he makes you feel good,” Ari murmurs against your skin.

“But what when you don’t like it? Ari—" you interrupt yourself when you feel another wave of tears in your eyes and then down your cheeks.

Ari stops with his kisses and removes his hand from between your thighs. He takes your hand — which is still placed in his dick — in his big one. He then brings your hands to his mouth, kissing your knuckles softly. The older man looks the whole time at you, searching for a change in your eyes or in your expression. When you smile softly at him, he still sees the uncertainty in your eyes. The way your lip is slightly wobbling and your leg is bouncing so softly, but he sees it. Ari smiles softly at you, kissing your cheek and the corner of your mouth. He then presses his lips softly against yours.

“I love to hear your pretty moans. So sweet and lovely, princess,” he mumbles against your lips, peppering some kisses along your jawline.

“And when you think I’m ugly when we have sex?”

“I won’t think that. You know why?” He asks, and you shake your head. “Because you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. And Daddy’s has seen a lot of girls, but none got his attention like you get it.”

You smile, pulling your hand out of his and taking his hand in yours, guiding them back to your pussy. Ari chuckles, placing his hand on your lower stomach and rubbing his fingers in small circles over your clit. You moan, throwing your head back while you grasp his arm to steady yourself. Ari slips his hand underneath your pants and panties, his fingers moving closer to your wet entrance. He groans when he feels your arousal coating his fingers. He gazes at some of the slick around his digits and smears it all over your pussy. He plays with your clit, twirling it between his fingers before he slides his fingers once again through your folds.

“You like that, pretty girl?”

You nod, earning a soft slap on your ass. You squeal, and your eyes widen when you look at him.

“I need you to use your words, princess.”

“I-I like it, daddy,” you mumble, blushing.

Ari chuckles, pulling his hand out of your pants and smirking even more when you groan, frustrated. He grasps your hips and lifts you up, getting up as well and walking into his bedroom. You wrap your legs around his waist, and his hands hold you firmly by your ass when he enters his bedroom and places you on the bed. It’s a big one, a comfortable one, and you sigh softly when you feel the plush sheet underneath you. Ari has a lot of pillows in his bed, which isn’t as interesting as him pulling off his shirt.

A soft moan escapes your lips when you see his high-defined abs and his brown, curly chest hair. Your mouth drops open, admiring him. Ari smirks, walking a step closer, while he unbuckles his pants and lets them slip down his legs. You sit up, reaching out to slide your hand over his chest, feeling the soft hair underneath your skin. When your gaze glides lower, you see the outline of his cock; his dick is pressing against the fabric of his boxers. Where his tip is, there is a small, dark spot, showing the pre-cum leaking from his cock.

“Like what you see, babygirl?” He asks with a grin on his pink lips.

You nod, and your hand moves smoothly down over his abs until you graze with your fingers the waistband of his boxer briefs. Ari follows your movement with his steel-blue eyes, smirking when you hesitate before you let go of the fabric and look up at him. He places his hand on your cheek, caressing your skin before he pushes you by your shoulders back. You crawl backwards, placing your head on the soft pillows, and rest your arms underneath your upper body, pushing yourself up. Ari gets on the bed as well, his hands gliding soothingly over your body. When he grasps your thighs with his small hands, he pushes your legs further apart, making space to place himself between them. The older man settles his large body between your spread legs, laning over and placing his hands on both sides of your shoulders. With a smirk, he leans further down, pressing his lips softly on yours, his tongue sliding over your lips.

“Ar— Daddy, please,” you moan, hands running along his muscular man up to his broad shoulders, where you dig your fingers softly into soft skin.

He smirks, kissing down your jawline, over your neck, until he reaches your collarbone, which is still covered by your shirt. You throw your head back, letting yourself fall deeper into the pillows, and sigh softly. Ari's hands grib the hem of your shirt, and he chuckles softly, thinking a moment to just rip it off. But he decides against it and pushes it higher, revealing your stomach. You arch your back, letting him shove the fabric over your breasts, then you sit up, and Ari takes your shirt completely off. He throws it to the side and unclasps your bra. Aris touches and movements are soft and slow. When he throws your bra away to your shirt, he pushes you back down.

“Fuck, look at you. Beautiful,” he mumbles, his hand sliding over your collarbone to one of your breasts.

He kneads your soft breast in his hand, and his thumb slides over your nipple. You moan softly, arching your back to get more of his soft touches. The older man leans down, sliding his tongue over your nipple, causing you to yelp in surprise. His touches and movements are so intense. He sucks softly at your nipple, his hand playing with your other breast. Ari moves his lips further down over your stomach, kissing every inch before he reaches your panties. His fingers hook up with the waistband of your pants, shoving them together with your panties down. The older man groans when he sees your pussy. He removes your pants, settling back between your legs, and admires your pussy. You try to close your legs; his intense stare causes you to feel slightly ashamed.

“Spread your legs for Daddy; he wants to see your pretty pussy,” he groans, grabbing your thighs and pushing them further apart.

Your folds are glistening, and he inches his face closer to your dripping pussy. Ari lays on his stomach, and when his eyes are focused on your pussy, he leans closer, kissing your folds softly. You arch your back, your hands flying into his hair, and you tug harshly at them. Ari's warm breath hits your wetness, and when he licks a strap along your folds, you moan loudly, your eyes closing, and you push yourself more against him.

“There she is, good girl,” he praises.

Ari dips his tongue into your entrance, groaning when you clench around it. He pulls it out of you, using one of his hands to guide it to your entrance. The brown-haired man coats his fingers in your arousal before he pushes one digit slowly into you. Ari moves his finger in and out of you, feeling your tight walls clench around his finger. You moan softly, arching your back, while you push yourself more against him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans.

The older man leans closer, capturing your clit with his lips, and sucks softly at your sensitive spot. Your eyes roll back while his tongue twirls around your clit. His long, thick finger is moving against your sweet spot. The brown-haired man pushes another finger into you, scissoring and curling them. Ari knows exactly what he is doing with his tongue and fingers, hitting all the right spots. You feel the knot building up in your lower stomach; your moans are breathless. You tug more on his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy. Ari groans against your clit, causing a vibration through your body. A shiver runs along your spine, tears forming in your eyes, slowly rolling down your cheeks while you whimper softly.

“Aww, pretty girl. Don’t cry. Daddy's gonna take care of you; do you wanna come, princess?” He asks, looking at you.

You nod, gripping his hair tighter. He places his lips back on your clit, sucking softly. The older man pumps his fingers at a steady pace into and out of you. Your slick is dripping out of you, coating his fingers. Ari hits your sweet spot a few more times, your walls clenching hard around him, sucking him deeper into your tight cunt. Your breath hitches when you come all over his fingers. Ari groans, pulling his fingers out of you and licking a strap down to your entrance. He laps at your pussy, taking all your juice. A deep groan leaves his lips, sucking softly while he tastes your sweet cum.

“You’re tasting so good, princess. Could eat you out the whole day,” he says and smirks.

Ari gives you a moment to come down from your high. He brings his fingers to your mouth, waiting until you part your lips for him to push his fingers into your mouth. Twirling your tongue around his fingers and slowly sucking at them causes him to groan. He leans closer, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to press his lips against yours. His lips move hard against yours, full of desperation. Your hands slide along his back, scratching slowly over his soft skin.

He lets go of you, pushing himself up before he removes his boxers. The brown-haired man’s dick springs free, slapping against his stomach. Ari’s cock is huge; a vein is running along the underside of his shaft; your mouth waters; and you swallow to not suddenly drool because of the sight of his cock. His tip is red and leaking with pre-cum. Ari crawls back on the bed, pushing your legs further apart and getting between them. He grasps the base of his cock, slapping his tip softly on your pussy, You yelp in surprise, wiggling your ass in anticipation.

“You’re sure you want that?” He asks softly, his other hand reaching out to caress your cheek softly.

When you nod your head softly, Ari slides his cock through your folds, coating his dick in your arousal. He then lines himself up with your entrance and pushes the tip of his huge length into your tight pussy. Ari enters you slowly, stretching you out around his cock. Your hands rest on his back, grasping into his shoulders to give you some hold while he pushes inch by inch into you. You moan, looking into his blue eyes through your lashes, while Ari leans closer to press his lips on yours.

“You’re feeling so good, pretty girl. So tight, just made for Daddy,” he says, smirking when you clench around him.

He pushes his dick balls deep into you, staying still to give you a moment to adjust around his length. Ari is huge, and you feel a soft pain in your pussy, but when he starts to thrust his hips softly, it turns into pleasure. The older man is pulling his cock out of you before he thrusts his hips against yours again. He moves at a slow pace into you, feeling your tight walls clench around him, squeezing him so well that he feels like he wants to push his cum into you immediately.

“Can’t get enough of that pretty pussy. My pretty pussy, my princess,” Ari mumbles, pressing his lips against yours.

Ari thrusts his cock at a harder and faster pace into your pussy. You moan loudly, and your eyes widen when he hits your sweet spot with every thrust. Your walls are squeezing his length; Ari’s cock is throbbing. His mind is running wild when he remembers that he is fucking you without a condom right now — the thought of him pushing his seeds deep into your sweet cunt and pumping you full with his cum.

“I’m gonna give you all my cum, pump you so full, and push it deep into your pussy, pretty girl,” he groans, throwing his head back when you suddenly squeeze him even tighter.

The tip of his cock is hitting your sweet spot. Ari’s thrusts are fast but still soft. His balls are slapping against your ass, and his hips crash against yours. Sweat is running over your forehead, and you can feel Ari sweating just as much underneath your hands on his back. His chest hair is scratching over your breasts while he pushes in and out of you. 

“Daddy, please, I’m so close,” you whine, arching your back.

Pleasure in your stomach grows with every thrust of his dick into you. His tip hits your sweet spot every time he pushes into you. The feeling of your growing orgasm gets more intense, and when Ari slips his hand between your bodies to play with your clit you throw your head back. Your eyes roll back, your mouth drops open, and you squirt all over his dick. Your walls are clenching around Ari’s cock. He groans loudly and comes just a moment after you. He pushes his cum deep into your pussy, fucking you through your orgasm.

“Fuck, you squeeze me so well. You’re feeling so good, and you’re so beautiful, princess.”

You smirk, blushing at his words. Ari’s hand slides to your face, caressing your cheek before he runs his fingers through the strands that are in your face, and he swipes them softly out of your face, bringing them behind your ear. Ari kisses you softly, pulling his cock out of you. You hiss about the sudden emptiness, feeling his seeds throbbing out of you.

"Ari—" you whine, grasping his shoulder tighter.

“Let’s clean you, and then we cook your favorite food, oke?” Ari asks, and you nod with a shy smile on your lips.

Ari gets up, walking around the bed before he picks you up and carries you into the bathroom to go to the toilet, while he looks for boxers and a shirt for you. When you finish and wash your hands, he holds the clothes up, smirking when your eyes light up. Before you can grab it, he pulls it away, wrapping his arm around your waist, and lifts you up, walking further into the bathroom to let you sit on the edge of the bathroom.

"Need to clean you first,” he says, laughing softly when you pout.

He then takes a washcloth and puts it under water. Ari brings the washcloth to your thighs, spreads them softly, then washes your inner thighs and your pussy. His touches are soft, but the friction at your sensitive push is enough to make you moan. Ari smirks while cleaning you before he hands you a towel to dry yourself and take on the clothes while he cleans himself as well.

“Ari?”

“Mhm?” He asks, turning around to look at you with a worried expression.

“You know that you could have impregnated me now?”

Ari’s eyes widen when he looks at you; he definitely thought about it. But it just turned him on, and hearing it now, he isn’t sure what you’re thinking about it. He walks closer, his arms wrapping around your waist, and he pulls you against his chest.

“Would it be bad?”

You shake your head. It wouldn’t, not at all. You have seen Ari often with kids, and he is so soft and sweet. Ari grins, leaning closer to capture your lips before he cleans himself to get dressed as well.

Ari made the two of you your favorite food, letting you sit on the kitchen counter while he always kissed you when he passed you. So he kissed you a whole lot because he walked past you on purpose. When he was cooking, his hand was resting on your thigh, and you looked at him while he was all concentrating on cooking. He filled your food on two plates and told you to get into the living room and make it comfortable while he took the plates to bring them over.

When you’re eating, you watch a movie, but Ari is focused on you because of the way you look so adorable and sweet, especially when you laugh about a silly joke in the movie. After both of you finish eating, you’re curled up on his side. At least until you hear the keys in the door before it swings open and you hear footsteps, the closing of the door, and then your ex-boyfriend walks into the living room, looking at Ari before he sees you curled up at his side.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He hisses, raising his eyebrow.

“I-“ you stutter, not sure what to say, but luckily Ari helps you out when he turns to face Noah.

“We watched a movie and had lunch together.”

“That’s why she is wearing your clothes?” Noah asks suspiciously. “You— Please tell me you didn’t fuck her, did you?”

Ari and you stay quiet; you just whimpe quietly, causing the older man to pull you even more against him. His hand draws small circles on your back when he almost pulls you onto his lap.

“That’s disgusting. You just fucked that little whore?” Noah shouts; his expression shows nothing but disgust.

The older man pushes you softly away before he gets up from the couch. His jaw is clenching, and you hear him inhaling deeply. Ari walks close to Noah, with a bit of distance between them. He sighs before inhaling deeply once again.

“Watch your mouth! I haven’t raised you like that. Cheating on her and now insulting her as a whore. Firstly, maybe we shouldn’t have had sex, but we did. And secondly, just because we had sex doesn’t mean she is a whore. You haven’t treated her the way she deserves while you were together; you pushed her away and hooked up with a girl, breaking up with Y/N for that other girl.” Ari says, his voice calm but stern, and you shiver slightly.

His words are causing some tears in your eyes. Is he thinking that it wasn’t good to have sex with you? Maybe he regrets having had sex with you. The tears slowly make their way over your cheeks, and you turn your face away.

“I broke up with her because I hooked up with a girl who let me fuck her like I want!”

“Noah! I thought I'd raised you well, not selfishly. A girl or a woman is not a toy, and sex is not only to please you. Go into your room. We can talk about it when you calm down, but before you're not, we are not going to talk about it. I don’t want you to shout or insult.” Ari says, shaking his head slightly.

“So you pick her over me? Why can’t she leave our house?”

“Because I say so!” Ari says, sternly.

Noah hums, annoyed, as he walks into his room. He slams the door, making you flinch and look with widened eyes at Ari, who immediately looks worried when he sees the tears on your cheeks. He walks to the couch, sitting down next to you and pulling you into his lap. His hands hold your hips tightly while he presses his soft lips on yours.

“What are those tears for?” He asks, bringing his hands to your cheeks, to wipe the tears with his thumbs away.

“I’m sorry. You had sex with me without really wanting it, didn't you?”

“No! I wouldn’t have had sex with you when I wouldn’t have wanted it just as much as you. I’m sorry it sounded like that. I love you, princess,” he mumbles, kissing you.

“I will sleep at my girl's house tonight. Don’t want to hear you fucking that bitch,” Noah says.

“I told you not to talk like that!” Ari says still in a calm voice, but you can hear the anger in his voice.

You slide your hands along his chest, drawing some small circles to calm him down. When Noah mumbles something and calls his girl to tell her, he comes over, and the brown-haired man sighs. Ari turns his face to you, tears glistening in his eyes, and you do the same as he did before and wipe them away with your thumbs. He smiles softly, leaning in to kiss you, his tongue sliding over your lips, and you part them softly.

“I love you, princess. So much, and I don’t regret that we had sex,” he mumbles against your lips.

“I love you too, Ari. Are we-“ you interrupt yourself, unsure what he is going to say when you ask him if you’re together.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Ari asks with a smirk, and you nod before pressing your lips against his once again.

“Yes!”

Ari laughs, pulling you even closer before he hands you the remote to let you decide which movie you want to watch next. His arms are wrapped around your waist, and he pulls you close while he kisses your neck, causing you to giggle and wiggle softly in his lap.

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Two Good Reasons, Part 15

Summary: Ransom's night with Miss Tatum

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Miss Tatum (but it's written like y/n)

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, hard sex, small and tiny breeding kink, mentions of CNC relationship, Ransom being vulnerable, creampie, offering a somnophilia relationship, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.9K

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Your cheeks have never burned quite like this from laughter.  Whatever happened with Audrey before Ransom came to get you seemed to have somehow dissipated by the time that you made it back to the Barber’s home.  She proudly showed off her new puppy to her step father and mom, and then sat between the two of them, clinging to her mom while the new pup snoozed beside her.  

That was a home full of so much love and laughter.  If you didn’t know, you’d never question Mr. Barber’s parentage.  Audrey’s little brother stayed right with him.  Mimicked his movements.  If Andy took a drink, Suede would lift his own beverage.  If Andy leaned over to kiss his wife, Suede would beg his mom for a kiss, and keep his lips puckered until she did.  If he stood up to use the restroom, Suede followed, even if he argued about washing his hands. 

And once Audrey got enough love from her mom, and her growing belly, she and the pup wiggled under the table to pop up on the other side of Ransom.  She let you continue to stay beside him.  And only once did she crawl into his lap, but her eyes were so heavy with sleep.  Her step father didn’t hesitate to stand up, and collect her.  Carrying her upstairs to her ridiculously pink bedroom with the chocolate lab following right with him.  

She had to have had a rough day because her mom kept a baby monitor with her that connected to Audrey’s room.  She’d explained that this wasn’t a normal thing, but with a calming hand on her leg from her husband, she started to relax.  Suede was wide awake.  Talking up a storm while he snacked on whatever his mom put in front of him.  But you did, too.  Bonding with the toddler over finger foods.

It wasn’t even about spending extra time with Ransom, it was seeing him in an element that you have never seen him in before.  It’s seeing a side of Ransom that you didn’t know existed.  Of course he was a really nice guy, almost shy at times.  He didn’t seem too concerned about any of the kids in class, except the little girl that you're sure has a crush on him.  

You almost have been a bit reserved with him because you weren’t sure how he felt about his own kids.  But seeing him tonight in that home element, you know that even if he didn’t want his own, he’d be an excellent father.  And there was something in the way that he looked at Mrs. Barber’s belly that made your heart swell. 

Audrey had given you a spiel about how neither her nor her dad had felt the babies move, and Ransom had to immediately touch her belly.  The respect that your boyfriend — date, gave her just made your cheeks set on fire.  You want him to touch your belly like that.  You want him to smile up at you, a bit differently, but still.  You want him to become a father.  With you.  

That is a sobering thought.  One you hadn’t even considered.  You hadn’t even had sex with the man, and you want his babies.  You want to give him all the babies.  You want him to look proudly at his children the way that Andy did his.  The way that Ransom just slipped into the role of Uncle Ann shows you that he would be the best dad.  Even if he’s reluctant.

Ransom pulls into your apartment complex, and you turn to look at him with a soft smile.  “I’ll walk you up,” his voice is so heavy.  For a man that walks around with his chest puffed out, he’s insecure.  

“You’ll stay,” you let him know.  Most of your relationship is spent telling him what he will do because he’s too chicken shit to admit that he wants you as much as you want him.  So if it’s you taking the lead, you will.  

“I’ll stay,” it isn’t his first time staying at your apartment.  But there would be no sleeping on top of the covers while the two of you fall asleep talking.  No.  He was going to be under the covers, and naked with you.

You have been patient.  You have gotten to know the soft man that resides underneath the steel covering.  You like him.  You like him a lot.  It’s a natural progression in your relationship.  And you want it.  

Getting right to your apartment door, you spin around to look up at Ransom.  He couldn’t look more aroused if he tried.  This man has one of the hardest exteriors you’ve ever seen.  And the biggest hard on that you have ever had pressing against your stomach.  

“Mhmm,” Ransom clears his throat, clearly trying to keep your mind off his cock throbbing on you.  “Do you think we should have a drink?” 

“How long have you been like this?” You ask.  Looking into his beautiful blue eyes, you watch as his pupils blow wide open with lust.  Sweet man.  He’s trying to hold onto whatever resolve he has left.  

“Doesn’t matter.  I expect nothing,” he really is that sweet.

“If it makes you feel any better I’m uncomfortably wet.” 

Ransom gulps as his eyes roam down your body.  Open the fucking door.  Just open the door, and start kissing him.  Everything else will just happen.  And yet you don’t.  The tension build up is almost as addictive as the thought of being able to feel him inside of you.  

“Well, that’s a good thing,” his voice is too pained.  He’s aching.  

“Exactly,” you agree, swallowing, but your throat is so dry.  “That way we don’t have to worry about foreplay.” 

“I like foreplay.” 

“We’re not worrying about it tonight,” you counter.  Even though the desire that you have to sink to your knees, and take him out of his pants right here in this hallway has your knees buckling.  

“But I like it,” he responds again.  “I like lazily lying between a woman’s legs and feasting,” well…that was so much more aggressive than he has ever been before.  “I want to taste you.” 

“And you will,” you finally open the door, and start walking backwards.  “But I can’t wait to have you inside of me.” 

“What’s turned you on so much tonight?” That insecurity dulls his features again.  You hate his insecurities. It’s like he questions why you’re even with him.

“Seeing your future.” 

“And what’s my future?” 

“A little girl in your lap,” his eyes close slowly.  “A little boy in mine,” his features almost look pained again.  You wonder if he’s ever seen himself with kids before.  Or has he never been given the chance to think about it.  “And my belly swollen with another.” 

Ransom’s eyes shoot open, and he starts stalking towards you.  You keep walking backwards, a crooked smile lifts your mouth.  “I see myself always begging to be filled with you.” 

“You don’t even know me,” he shakes his head, grinning.  “You don’t know what I’m all about.” 

“I do.  I see the way you are with those kids.  Who told you wouldn't be a good father?” 

“Everybody,” he whispers, and his movements slow.  

“Even Andy or his Doe?” Ransom shakes his head no.  “Then everyone else doesn’t count.  Do you trust me?” 

“For some reason I do.” 

“Then trust me when I tell you that you will be an excellent father, if that’s what you want.  Trust me when I tell you that seeing you with those kids and how much they love and trust you made me want to give you all the babies.” 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” 

“Ransom?” His eyebrow cocks up as you open the door to your bedroom.  Starting to slink out of your dress, and you peel off your bra and panties.  He looks haunted again as he takes in your naked form.  “Get undressed and fuck me.  I know we may not be there yet, but I want to give you the babies that you deserve.  I want to give you the life that you’re craving.” 

“You don’t know my family,” they truly ruined his dreams of a family.

“And they don’t know you.  Get undressed,” his movement is quick, and he starts ripping off his clothes.  Fully nude he wraps an arm around you, and lifts you up.  Placing you on the bed before his body goes in between your thighs.  Using his legs to push you wider for him.  

Crawling up the bed, he grips the base of his cock, and slaps it over your swollen clit.  Moving it down towards your entrance, he pushes his head in just enough to have you whining out his name, but he pulls it back out.  Roaming that glorious cock through your slick like a maniac.  “Ransom!” 

“You truly don’t know, Miss Tatum.” 

“I know you enough.” 

“You don’t know that I take my aggression out in interesting ways,” your eyes pop open wider, and you bite on your lip.  “Oh, you getting scared now?” 

“Take your aggression out on me,” Ransom twists his head, popping his neck before one hand slams on the headboard, and the other guides his cock back to your entrance.  Pushing through the tiniest amount.  Just enough to make you feral, and you arch your back trying to pull him into you, “Ransom!” 

And he slams into your warmth.  Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he starts stabbing into you.  So fast and harsh that your toes curl, and the colors in the room melt together.  Going into this weird blacked out state where all you feel is his engorged cock stretching out your pussy, and all you see is him.  Nothing else in this room matters except the way that he moves inside of you. 

“You scared yet?” he grunts out, slamming his other hand on the headboard, and he pistons his hips into your soul.  “Or have you already gone dumb?” 

“Not scared,” you whimper, and somehow he goes harder.  Stabbing into you with so much force the bed beats against the walls.  “Neighbors!” 

“Don’t fucking care,” he’d been clean of pussy since his eyes were set on you.  He hadn’t thought about another woman but you.  Of course he wanted to sink into your warmth, but my god, this waiting was well worth it.  You were worth it.  Worth the blocking of certain people.  Forever.  This is where he wants to be.  

“Oh, god!” You moan, gripping tight to his back.  What is this monster dick doing to you?  The stretch, the slight sting, the sounds.  The sounds!  You have never been more wet in your life.  Your cunt has never been this loud.

“Do not scream that.  Only scream out my name.  Unless you’re saying I’m your god,” his movements falter only once while he watches your face.  Making sure you were still with him and enjoying yourself.  You are.  And your walls flutter around him deliciously.  Pulling him even deeper into you.  

And then he does something he’s never done before.  He slows his rhythm.  His movements are still harsh as he snaps his hips back into you.  But he enjoys the feeling of your wet heat.  The squeaking sounds of your voice when he pounds back into you harshly.  He enjoys the moment.  

“What happened?” You asked confused, and still so turned on by this man.  “Ransom?” 

“Do you not — I’m enjoying the feeling.  Is that okay?” 

“Oh, baby,” sliding your hands to his neck, you pull him down for a bruising kiss.  Giving his bottom lip a little nibble.  “Baby, my body is yours to enjoy.” 

“You can’t say things like that.” 

“Have you never?” He hesitates.  Looking over your beautiful face before shaking his head at this moment you just want to protect this man at all costs.  He probably has had so many partners that you can’t keep up, but you can’t be concerned with that.  He’s trusting you to see his vulnerable side.  

You thrust your hips upward, pushing at his shoulders, and let him fall to the bed on his back, “Did I finally scare you off?” 

“Not quite, stud,” scrambling onto your knees, you sling a leg over him.  Straddling him as you grip his cock, and slowly slink over him.  Not stopping until you’re fully seated, and you moan at the severe angle.  His cock is reaching new depths, and you squirm at the feeling.  

“You okay?” 

“Mhmm,” you mewl, and start to move over him.  Pulling up a hand to place on your hip, and one on your tit, “Enjoy my body, while I make you feel good.” 

His hands explore every inch of your skin.  Rounding out the curve of your ass, and he yanks forward.  Settling you balls deep.  You smile down at him, rubbing his chest.  “Can we make a deal?” 

“Anything you want, Miss Tatum,” he stares at you in a trance.  Looking like a child in a candy store.  

“I’ll let you take out all the frustrations you need on my body, whenever you need.  But will you also let me take care of you, and show you love?” His brows furrow, finally looking into your own as you start a slow and filthy grind on him.  “Not everything has to be hard and fast.  But if that’s what you need…”

“I need this,” he agrees.  His hands go to your hips, and he stares at you with the utmost care as you start to ride him.  You bounce off his cock like it is your job.  You’re not rushing the moment, you have a slow and steady pace.  But enough to have him making the most beautiful sweet whimpers.  

You’ve never heard a man make such beautiful noises.  He’s completely flying high on the pleasure your body is giving him alone.  He is enjoying every movement that you make.  A smile pulls up his mouth, and you reposition to squatting.  Picking up your speed.  He’s so pretty like this.  Beautiful even.  

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” he starts chanting.  You reach behind you, and cup his balls, “Yes.  Yes, your cunt has got me in a vice grip,” you wouldn’t stop even if you wanted to.  Hearing him sing your praises has got your body sailing off into euphoria.  He feels too good to stop.  He is making you feel like you’re in the clouds.  Light headed, and dancing around.  

“Holy shit!  I’m going to come.  Miss Tatum,” it’s so sweet how he calls you that when he’s being a needy boy.  “I’m going to come in you.” 

“Good.  I’m on the pill,” and in that instant, Ransom blows his load straight into your belly, and your body seizes at the feeling.  Your blood is pumping everywhere but your head as the most spectacular high radiates through your body.  

Ransom pants below you, and he starts to push your legs further apart.  Gazing at the mess he’s made of your dripping cunt.  His cum mixed with your own drips slowly out of your body, and down onto his belly, “I’ve never done that before.” 

“Me neither,” you sigh, knowing exactly what he was talking about.  Reaching between your legs, you gather up your arousals on your finger.  Giving him a devil may care grin when you stuff your finger in your mouth, and moan at your tastes.  

Ransom stares at you hungrily before he pulls you down to his mouth, and kisses you like it’ll be the last time.  His tongue swirls into your mouth, and you both greedily taste each other.  He’s a kinky nasty little shit.  But he’s yours.  

“Next time we’re going to have to go to my house.  I don’t have neighbors.” 

“I’m fine with that,” you whisper, crawling off his body.  Not only does Ransom pull you close to him, but his hand finds the apex of your thighs, and his fingers slowly begin roaming through your ruined cunt.  Spreading his spunk all through your folds.  “What are you doing?” 

“Feeling me on you.” 

“Mmm, I’m going to sleep, okay?” 

“Okay,” his voice is so soft, and he leans over to kiss your temple.  “You want me to go?” 

“Ran, if I wake up, and you’re not in my bed, I’ll bite your dick off, okay?” 

“Yes, ma’am, Miss Tatum,” he didn’t want to leave you ever again.  You feel the bed shift, and peek through your eyelids.  Watching Ransom as he stares at the mess between your legs, “You really would have kids with me?” 

“Yes.” 

“I’m not in a rush, but I could truly get used to this sight.” 

“What my pussy filled to the brim with your cum?” He nods, giving you a boyish grin.  “Well, get used to it.  After feeling you inside me, I need you always there.  Shh, I need my beauty sleep.  But play as long as you like.  And Ransom?” Those pretty blue eyes look up at you expectantly.  “I meant what I said.  My body is yours to use.  If you get horny, just make sure I’m wet or lubed up.  The toys are on your side of the bed.” 

“What?” 

“If you get cold or horny, just stick it in, yeah?” 

“Whatever you say,” he practically giggles, and you flip over on your side.  “Oh, I’m going to have fun with you,” and you’ll gladly let him.

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Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader (DiCaprio!Reader)

summary: It’s the Lightyear world premiere in L.A.—and everyone is asking where Chris’ wife, YN, and their kids are.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: fluff, more fluff, mentions of complicated pregnancy, really short mention of traumatic child labor and death of both mother and child, double the fluff, not really proofread because I’m tired

author’s note: I don’t know where this came from. But I also don’t care because it’s my first Chris piece, and I’m excited. And for age’s sake: Leo is 15-20 years older than he actually is because I kinda forgot that he is only 47 after I already finished this one xD

“I’m standing here with actor Chris Evans on this beautiful sunny afternoon. How are you, Chris?” One of the many interviewer asked, and the man grinned shortly to the camera before focusing back on the woman in front of him, holding a microphone right under his nose. She was nervous; he could see that, so he didn’t say anything about it. He understood her on a different level. “Hi, Susan. We really had luck with the weather, didn’t we? And I’m great, thanks. I mean, how could I not be great?” He grinned again and pushed his sunglasses up. “I probably would feel the same when I voiced my longtime favorite character! How did your kids react? You have two, right?”

At the mention of his two sunbeams back home, the father couldn’t help but smile softly. It may have taken a long while to find the perfect woman and the love of his life and an even longer while to create these two joys in his life, but Chris thanked the universe every single day for the honor of having them in his life.

“I have two wonderful and beautiful children, yes, and number three is on their way. My eldest, Ophelia, was over the moon when I left my study a few months back after I had just wrapped up the call with my manager and Disney and were allowed to talk about it. She, of course, eavesdropped because she just loves to do it when it contains me and my study. And she had picked up on some parts of the conversation and had bounced up and down and asked me nonstop if it’s true and I’m playing Buzz. It’s her favorite Toy Story character, so I had a bit of pressure while doing the actual work.” He showed his thumb and pointer moving very closely together and chuckled. “Who am I kiddin’, I had a lot of pressure,” he laughed, and Susan laughed with him. “I only can imagine how it is with such a harsh critique living under the same roof. How did your second child react?” Chris grinned again, and it was visible for everyone to see in this world how much he adored his two children. “My son Aiden was much more chilled. Well, it’s not science because he only objects if someone dares to steal his share of ice cream—or cuddle time with his mom. He had only shrugged after Ophelia had screamed through the living room that I was voicing Buzz, but he was kinda excited after we watched it for the first time and heard my voice. Y’know, to see your own kids become happy and have those big round eyes just like you at your first Disney movie and the birth of your first movie heroes? It’s something entirely else. And to witness this moment while they watched Lightyear? Mindblowing, really.”

His chest was swelled with pride, and everyone around gushed over the epitome of proud fatherhood Chris was in this very moment. And he didn’t mind because he could boast all day long about his kids—and wife. Speaking of which…

“This is probably the sweetest story I’ve ever heard. Thank you for sharing this very intimate insight of your family life with us, Chris,” the interviewer thanked him with a genuine smile, but Chris only waved it off. They might keep their kids out of the spotlight to grant them the childhood he had been gifted by his parents, but they never stopped talking about them when people asked. “Is it okay if I ask about your wife and why she isn’t here today? She usually is at all your premieres and vice versa. I barely can remember a time without her at your side or you at hers, to be quite honest. You two really found one another.” Chris nodded in absolute agreement. “We really did. It was unexpected and kinda bumpy—quite literally.”

The husband remembered their first encounter at one of the Oscar Afterparties vividly where the stunning woman had bumped into him—and had driven the heel of her painful stilettos into his shoe. Ever since the actor saw these shoes with other eyes. He returned back to reality. “But we pushed through the obstacles, and I am the lucky bastard she had agreed to marry. Lucky me.” He chuckled under his breath and shook his head. YN would hit him as soon as she saw this interview, and maybe she sat in front of the tv at this very moment and watched him gushing over their family. “But back to your question, Susan. YN is currently at home, maybe watching this interview and throwing a pillow to the tv because she is heavily pregnant and can’t get up without help anymore.” Chris grinned straight into the camera. “I’m sorry, love!” He almost shouted after the exposure of her struggling state he almost loved the most about her being pregnant.

He just was a sucker for his wife when she called for him to help her with the easiest of tasks and boss him around as if there was no tomorrow. But he was a happily obliging husband because, after all, her state had been his fault. Something he would always be proud of.

“She wanted to come with me, but the doctor had put her on bed rest for the time being after we experienced a tiny scare of our little one two weeks back.” The same icy cold feeling ran his back up and down, just the same he had felt during the few hours of panic and anxiety in the depths of night when their unborn child tried to greet them earlier than agreed. And gladly, as stubborn his wife could be, she kept her word and watched out for herself and the little bub instead of ignoring every warning and trying to go head first through every wall possible. His father-in-law was a great help on days like this when Chris couldn’t be at home to watch out for his love and his tiny love. “I am sorry to hear that. But now, everything is back on track and in order?” The actor nodded, relieved. “So far, yes. But it still means I have to attend these without her calming presence, and let me tell’ya: it’s freaking scary.” And then, he laughed and shook his head. “I’ve never expected to be so lost without her. I almost forgot to lace my shoes because my head was all over the place,” he let out and still couldn’t believe how his life had changed within only a few years.

“Don’t worry, Chris, I feel the same. My life without my girlfriend? God, send some help,” Susan laughed with him, and Chris smiled thankfully. “So, I suppose you will head straight back home after the screening?” And the Evans was more than relieved to nod this question yes. “Totally. I love everyone involved in this movie, and I’m beyond grateful. However, my priorities are heading home, being greeted by Dodge and maybe the kids if they’re still awake, thanking Leo for keeping an eye on these two—more like three, Dodger included—troublemakers and his daughter, and then finally greeting my wife. We probably will watch a Disney movie, eventually waking the kids with the sounds, and everything will morph into a huge Disney sleepover on the couch. And yes, that’s the description of my personal favorite night.” He had always been a more at-home type of guy after passing a certain age, but now, it was all he could ever want.

“That sounds like a night in just like mine, minus the children. Thank you again for talking to me, Chris, and congratulations on the brilliant movie and your family. I’m definitely not the only one when I’m saying that you deserve every single bit of it,” Susan closed the interview, and Chris waved a last time to the people standing behind her before heading back to the red carpet to get the final shots for the press.

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Chris was glad that they had settled back to L.A. for the making of Lightyear to avoid stressful last-minute flights from one side of the country to the other. He could be there if something happened at home, almost within a matter of thirty minutes tops, and Leo wasn’t busy as he usually was to help him with keeping an eye on everyone. And now, he was glad because it meant he could hold his wife in his arms after only a twenty-minute drive instead of an almost six-hour flight. He could even grab her favorite ice cream flavor on the way home.

Leaving the car and wishing Daniel, his driver for today, a good night, Chris slowly followed the pathway, flanked with blooming bushes and flowers exploding in every color there was, up to the four steps leading to the porch and door. Their L.A. house reminded him of home back in Boston, and he couldn’t wait for them to move back and relish in the family time they would have after baby number three was born.

Smiling at the sounds of an excited Dodger waiting for him, Chris took two steps at a time and opened the door to get in. His fur companion wiggled with his tail at the sight of his human, and the Evans crouched down to greet him with a loving scratch behind his ears. “How is my best boy?” He asked and chuckled as Dodger impatiently nudged his hand to follow him. He wanted to, but tiny, excited voices let him stop in his tracks.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

“Daddy’s home!”

Two tiny humans rounded the corner into the hallway at full speed, and the father could only let the bag with ice cream and snacks drop to the floor before he was attacked by the hugs of his five-year-old girl and an almost four-year-old boy. “What a greeting!” He laughed as he lifted both children in his arms and tickled squealing noises out of them. Ophelia grinned brightly—the grin almost too big for her pretty little face— while Aiden preferred to snuggle onto his father’s shoulder. It was late for him, and Chris was actually surprised at how long he had pushed through.

“Did you bring the biiiig Buzz? I saw him on TV! I want him! He is so cool and sooo big! And Sox??? They had a statue of him too! Did you see it, Daddy?? Can we go there tomorrow?? Please??”

Chris chuckled at the tsunami of questions he already had anticipated, but another voice slid into the conversation. “Lia, darling. Give your dad some time to arrive and at least to take off his shoes,” Leo quipped with a small grin on his face and stepped to his son-in-law to take the kids off him. “But, Poooops!” Ophelia pouted heavily, and even Aiden seemed not happy about the interruption of stories. “No but’s, darling. Come on; you said you wanted to bake a cake for your dad and the work is only halfway done. Plus, your mom said something about craving a banana smoothie. Who wants a banana smoothie?”

And suddenly, the world was back in order, and both kids screamed “Yes!” throughout the entire house.

Chris followed them after taking off his shoes and retrieving the paper bag again. He took one spoon from the kitchen on his way to the living room and already saw the head of his wife peeking up between thick couch pillows. The husband left the bag with snacks at the opening of the kitchen, only taking the ice cream bucket with him. He crouched behind the back of the couch and let his arm appear from behind in front of the woman he loved—ice cream presented like an offering to the gods.

“M’lady, I brought gifts,” Chris laughed softly at her gasp and grabby hands, kissing her cheek tenderly. “Fine sir, do you possess the ability of mind reading? We should consider burning you at the stake.” YN had turned her head and grinned up to him as he rounded the couch and plopped down next to her. She was dressed in one of his Red Sox shirts—usually, it would be way too big for her, but now with the ever-growing baby bump, it fitted perfectly—, yoga pants and fluffy socks under which she probably hid the pestering compression socks the doctor had prescribed for the next weeks. “Please, I beg you, don’t burn me! Who would tend to your needs, m’lady?” YN’s eyes wandered to Dodger, who had taken over his place at her side once more. Ever the protective fur baby, Chris thought with a smile. “I could train Dodge to go to the store. Remember this video with the dog and his little basket on the market? Where he bought fruits for his owner? It could be Dodger after a bit of persuasion.” The woman grinned brightly, the same grin Ophelia owned, and with one hand on his neck, she pulled his face closer to hers. Chris obliged and leaned down to press their lips together in a loving kiss, which still let butterflies erupt in his stomach.

“Hey,” Chris whispered, lips still touching, and YN sighed. “Hey,” she returned just as quiet as he and nudged his nose with hers. “Everything alright?” She could see the worry in his blue eyes, darkening them a bit, so she took his hand and put it on the right side of her still-growing bump, even though she was almost through with it. But each pregnancy held its own surprises, as she had experienced. “Of course,” she smiled at his joyful, boyish grin as he felt one of the many kicks of their third bundle of joy. Number three may be an accident because, after Aiden’s birth, they had agreed on waiting a couple more years to grant them the attention they both deserved, but everything would be okay. And she couldn’t imagine a life without bub three.

Chris bent his head down to the spot where he suspected his baby’s head and pressed a kiss on top of his… YN’s shirt. “Hey, love. Here is your daddy speaking. I hope you didn’t give your mom a hard time today, and I damn sure hope you will continue to be a good girl in a few hours when she tries to sleep—unlike the last three nights. ‘Thought we had a deal.” YN chuckled while her fingers carded through Chris’ fluffy hair but groaned at a particularly hard kick. “Love,” they both warned in unison before YN settled back into the cushions and continued to caress her husband’s hair and scalp. “A girl, huh?” She softly smiled at the man who had swept her off her feet so suddenly, she still wondered how she didn’t brake her neck in the wake of his adorable flirting endeavors she oh so happily had returned. Chris leaned his cheek against her bump, wanting to be as close as possible to his baby and wife, and her knuckles tenderly stroked over his bearded cheek. He had a boyish smile tucking at his lips. “S’just a feelin’,” he mumbled, Boston accent very prominent—just as always when he felt contentment and happiness, mostly when he was at home with his family. YN grinned down at him while slowly rubbing the spot where the tiny bub had kicked again. “You can admit that you want another girl. Nobody would be surprised, y’know? The whole internet sees you as a girl-dad,” YN winked, and Chris’ rumbling laugh almost shook her body as well. “Do they, yeah?” She nodded and tipped the tip of his nose with the pad of her finger. “Yes, they do, and we both know that you know this as well. Don’t try to fool lil’ ol’ me, Mr. Evans. I’m aware of your stalking tendencies when it comes to your fans and this family.”

Chris grinned sheepishly before sitting up and pressing another kiss to her lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Mrs. Evans,” he whispered before commotion erupted in the kitchen and tiny feet came rushing over. “Mommy! Mommy, look! I made banana shake!” Aiden proudly presented the filled glass, and both parents were sure there would be a dripping trail of shake from the kitchen to the couch. But her father already followed with a kitchen towel in hand. “We made the banana shake,” Ophelia stressed and gave her mom the reusable straw she had carried while Aiden gave her the glass. The mother almost teared up and blinked rapidly to hide the tears. “You two are too good to me,” she sniffled before taking the first sip and hummed in utter approval. “Perfection. Maybe you should think about opening a shake shop.” Ophelia giggled while Aiden squeezed himself between Dodger and his mother. With another human, Dodger wouldn’t have any of that, but with his family, he only made space and put his head in his tiny human’s lap to get the cuddles he loved.

Meanwhile, Ophelia climbed into the spot between her mom and dad and cuddled into Chris’ side, grabbing the ice cream out of her mother’s hands and starting to steal a few spoons full of sugary delight. He had thought about getting up to change into something more comfortable, but he decided that this was much better. He could outlive a few hours without his sweatpants. Leo returned after bringing the kitchen towel into the laundry room and bent down to press a kiss to the top of his youngest daughter’s head. “I would head over if you don’t need anything else, darling,” he said, and YN looked up to him with all the love she held for this man. “Of course. Thanks again for coming over and handling everything.” She really had lucked out in the family department, even before finding Chris and creating her own perfect family with the perfect man that was her husband. The DiCaprio smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. “That’s nothing to thank me for.” And with that, he kissed his grandkids goodbye before patting his son-in-law’s shoulder. “There is a cake in the oven, but the timer is set.” Chris nodded, and after peeling a grumpy Ophelia off his side, he stood up and brought Leo to the door.

There, the older man turned again. “Before I go… I wanted to thank you, Chris, for making her so happy. You know what happened to her mother, and though it was a long time ago, it had always cast a shadow over her.” Chris knew what Leo was referring to; YN had told him about the traumatic labor her mother went through, only that she died and the baby with her. It had taken its toll on Leo, too, and the whole family had needed years to recover from it. It still amazed Chris how she had handled every pregnancy and every birth, although she knew what could go wrong. “But with you, she finally is… I can’t even describe it. Not to mention that you took her fear. So… Thank you.” Both men hugged each other closely, patted their backs reaffirmingly. “It’s an honor to love her and have her in my life because you raised one of the best women on earth. You deserve every thank I could offer you,” Chris mumbled before they let go of one another. Leonardo waved it off, but in reality, it was the proudest achievement in his life. YN and her sister were his pride and joy, just as Ophelia, Aiden, and the little one were Chris’ pride and joy. “Have a good night, Chris, and give me a call if it’s happening, yeah?” Chris nodded without hesitation. “Yeah, of course.“

Returning into the living room in his favorite sweatpants and Red Sox shirt—one of the few he actually was allowed to wear and which wasn’t claimed by his darling wife—Chris sat back next to Ophelia and out his arm on the back of the couch to softly caress YN’s neck and shoulder. “The kids decided that we’re watching Wall-E,” she let him know while his eldest already held onto the remote and scrolled through Disney+. “Daddy?” He hummed in question at Aiden’s voice. “Lia and I want see biiiiig Sox,” he told the family, and YN softly shrugged at Chris’ questioning look in her direction. “If they’re still there, why not? You two have to take a lot of pictures for me, ‘kay?” Aiden nodded with a serious expression. “Otay!” YN carded through her son’s mop of blonde hair—Chris’ genes definitely outrun hers—and changed another look with her husband, both obviously thinking the same. “You know, after your brother or sister is born, maybe we could check out Disney World and if they already have a Buzz and Sox there.” Both parents knew what mentioning Disney World would do to their kids, but they didn’t mind the explosion of tiny voices. Instead, Chris settled back right next to his wife, hand again on her bump, while they watched their children playing in the living room—Dodger was Sox, Ophelia played Izzy, and Aiden was Buzz himself.”

YN laughed softly and leaned her head onto Chris’ shoulder. “We really have a Disney obsessed family.” Chris grinned in total contentment and kissed her head. “We have, and I don’t want it any other way.”

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I don’t know where all these words came from, but I kinda couldn’t stop writing. Even though it’s kinda shitty, I hope y’all enjoyed it! As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated <3

[ozwriterchick]

Masterlist

I mostly write Bucky Barnes, sometimes Steve Rogers. I will write any character I know though so feel free to send me requests if you like my writing.

Otherwise, if you have any suggestions or requests, please let me know and I'll try my best for you.

Sebastian Stan Characters (Mostly Bucky)

Pursue your happiness (Bucky x OFC Series) (Series Complete, but open for asks). Part 1 - Suspicions // Part 2 - The first steps // Part 3 - I've been an idiot // Part 4 - Can we talk? // Part 5 - I can explain // Epilogue - The Party

Diner Days (Bucky x OFC Series) - Part 1 // Part 2 - (coming soon)

Birthday Blunder (Bucky x OFC Oneshot) - When Bucky's girlfriends birthday is forgotten.

Big Love (Bucky x OFC Oneshot - maybe) - Bucky comes home to his love

Birthday Mission (Bucky x OFC/Arabella) - Happy Birthday Bucky!

Who the hell is Daddy? (Bucky x OFC/Meghan) - Meghan has a surprise for Bucky. - Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt 3 coming soon

Our Little Family (Oneshot - Bucky x Reader)

No More.. (Bucky x OFC!Reader) - Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3 (coming soon - hopefully)

Swimming Lessons - Dad!Bucky x OFC!Reader x OFC!Little

Something to read - Librarian!Bucky (one shot - maybe??)

Purrs and Promises - One, Two, - Bucky x Veterinarian!Yn x Alpine - let me know if you want more, I have some more written but it's not a finished fic.

Anaesthetic - Bucky Barnes x Reader. Coming out of anaesthetic can be fun, when you see a gorgeous stranger at your bedside.

Chris Evans Characters

Steve Rogers

Back to Us (complete - or is it?)

Other Marvel characters

Sam Wilson

My life is a fanfic (possible series) (OFC x Sam Wilson) - Part 1

Spencer Reid Fics list

Spencer Reid fic - My first SR story, I need a better name for it so any suggestions are welcome..

Other Master lists

QB Joe Burrow

Private Life Masterlist - This is separate so that people who don't want this kind of story won't "stumble" across them.

Meet Cute Masterlist - a list for some new shorter stories (mostly under 1k) based around meet cute ideas. Mostly will be Bucky but I'm open to suggestions for characters and situations..

[ughdontbeboring]

ok so were all on the same page about this right? bc this makes my brain go 🥴

like he would be so good at degradation and humiliation, shit i just found out i was into 🫣 thanks tumblr

Like ”be honest little girl be honest, you were touching yourself when i said not to, hmmm that brain gets all dumb when your horny doesn’t it?”

[slut4buckysarm]

PDA With Chris Evans Would Include:

MAIN MASTERLIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When your relationship with Chris started, you both agreed to keep it under wraps for the sake of both your careers in the acting industry

But that didn't especially mean you two wouldn't be seen hanging out in public

The media was always twisting the story, but that was expected.

Hugs were seen as "a new relationship" through the paparazzi's lens and 'friend' dates were seen as "date night with a serious lover"

When you two did come out as a couple, it was by a post on Instagram with your hands interlocked and a tag mentioning the other

News headlines were flashing with the words "Y/F/N Y/L/N and Chris Evans are Official and Showing It"

Pictures of you two kissing showed up as soon as you searched up one of your names

Then it got a bit more serious

As your relationship proceeded from you being his girlfriend to his fiancee, he started to be more intimate in public

That included:

Hugs from the back

Holding hands

Chris fixing a strand of your hair and tucking it neatly behind your ear

Chris kissing the palms of your hands while you’re talking to your friends

Kissing that lasted more than a few seconds

Chris resting his hands in your back pockets as you two talked

After the two of you got married, you were invited to the Oscars

When on the red carpet, you posed for the cameras but couldn't help but smile when Chris snuck up behind you and gave you a gentle kiss on the neck

He then moved to the right side and backed up a bit and you could see the love he had for you in his eyes

He moved closer to you so that he could fix your hair and the crowd went wild

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