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Can u do Steve Rogers were heâs changing the little reader after an accident :)
ACCIDENT
hi!! thank you for the request i am sorry it has been so long in the making :(
i hope its ok but i decided to add nappies ( diapers ) into this fic :)
New york had been hit with a weather warning for the past week and this was the first day that the skys were clear and bright ,so you and your daddy decided to go for a long walk through the park before bed time ( steve was hoping to where you out before bed haha )
Autumn was your favourite season all the beautiful leaves and colours never failed to memorise you.
Your were so happy walking down the path slightly infront of your daddy admiring the view when you started to feel the need to go. You tried to ignore it as daddy had told you plenty of times to go pee pee before leaving but you insisted you did not need to go.
But the pressure all got to much and you suddenly stopped walking causing steve to bumb into you.
" opph baby, what wrong?" Steve asked rubbing your shoulders while looking down at you.
" i-i--i" you stuttered out tears starting to brim your eyes
"hey , shu shu shush" steve cooed as the tears started running down your cheeks. Leaning down steve lifted you up onto his hip and started gently swaying you side to side trying to quieten your crys, when he felt warmness spread onto his hip causing your cries to hault then increase alot
âDada I so sowyâ you cried slowly slipping into a younger headspace
" Sweetie why did you not tell daddy you need to go pee pee?" steve asked while he cradled the back of your head as you sobbed into his chest. You pulled back from steves chest and looked down,
" Didn't want you to be mad" you sniffled through your tears
" oh honey daddy wouldn't of been mad but this is certainely a lesson to be learnt that when daddy tells you to go pee pee you do" steve stated while looking into your eyes. Spinning around steve started the short walk back to your apartment while trying to console your crys and assure you that accidents happen and that is ok.
Pushing open the front door to the apartment, steve placed you on the floor of the enrty way allowing him to take his own shoes and jacket off before bending down and taking of your shoes and coat. Steve hung up the coats and placed the shoes on the rack before leaning back down to put you back on his hip to make his way to the bathroom. As yous reached the bathroom steve placed you on the toliet before turing to the bathtub snd started running the water.
" you all good little one?" steve asked with a sympathetic smile as he bent down to you level and rubbed his hands gently on your knees.
"mmhh" you mumbled throught your hands causing steve to frown. He hated seeing his baby sad but he needed to get you bathed and changed before a rash started.
"right lets get you in the bath" steve hummed as he started to pull of you socks " arms up tootsie " You raised you arms allowing steve to pull your top over your head leaving you in you in your leggings and panties. steve started shimming of the wet garments before sitting them in the sink to be chucked in the washing machine later.
As the warm water surrounded your body you left out a hum of content making steve smile. Squeezing out shampoo into his hand steve started to lather up the shampoo before massaging it into your scalp " right lay nack baby" steve said while guiding you backwards allowing the water to rinse out the shampoo suds. " right conditioner" steve said leaning over to grab the bottle and started applying it to your ends before repeating the rinsing process
" daddy we done yet" you moaned
" nearly sweetie just need to wash you baby" steve said as he started to wash your body with a soapy wash cloth. " all done! lets go" steve smiled gently lifting you out the bath and rapping your little body in a bath towel which was supper soft for your sensitive skin. Walking from the bathroom to the bedroom he layed you down on the bed and start to dry you off with the towel.
"what do you want to wear sweetie?" steve queried as he reached over to the dresser
" umh i know no daddy" you babbled cutely
" how about one of daddys sleep t-shirts?" steve asked opening the bottom drawer
" mmmh wes pwease"
steve smiled at your little lisp as you slipped into a smaller headspace
" ok lets get you pampered and then we will go watch some Tv, how about that?"
" uhuh" you smiled
Standing up steve wandered over to the changing table and grabed the necessary supplies for a nappy change before coming back over to you on the bed.
"your not cold baby?" steve worried when he realised he left the towel un wrapped
" no i fwine dada"
Steve nodded in response as he grabbed both your ankles in one hand and lifted your legs up so he could slip the nappy under your bum. Laying your legs back down Steve put some baby powder on you before starting to gently tape the nappy around your little tummy.
" ok clothes time" steve cooed rubbing your belly
"arms up sweetie"
Raising your arms allowed steve to slip his t-shirt over your head till it reached your nappy.
" ok Tv time yes!" steve told you excitedly
" YAhhh!!" your cheered
" come on my cutie" Steve said lifting you into his arms all while supporting your head against his chest. As steve lifted you the t-shirt slipped pasted your nappy until it landed at your knees allowing you to feel nice and small in his t-shirt.
Walking into the the hall steve started skipping causing you to giggle uncontrolably as you bounced up and down causing steve to grin widely. Reaching the living room Steve haulted his skipping before jumping on the couch with a bounce. Laying you in the crook of the corner couch surrounded by pillows to keep you secure Steve grabbed the Tv remote and turned on [ your favourite cartoon] to keep you ochupied while he grabbed the snacks.
" going to get snacks sweetie ok, i will be back in a minute ok" steve said while kissing your forhead
Steve walked into the kitchen and grabbed a can of fizzy juice for himself before filling up your sippy cup with apple juice as milk would make you to sleepy and nap time was to far away for you to fall asleep right now unless he wanted you to be a grumpy bunny later on tonight.
Opening the snack cuboard Steve grabbed some crisps and some chocolate along with some bowls to put them in, grabbing all the snacks and juice Steve walked back into the living room and placed them down onto the coffee table.
" ok little one what movie?" steve asked lying down next to you and tucking you into his side
" [ your favourite movie!!!]" you shouted
" ok sweetie" steve laughed turning of the lights and pressing play.
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Nrfth (10) - Past pain
Summary: Betrayal cuts deep. If your heart and trust get damaged. Can you find a way back?
Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, mentions of past heartbreak/shitty behavior/break-ups, groveling, angry reader, arguments, adorable Lilly Anne
A/N: Bunny is the nickname for the readerâs daughter.
No rest for the heartbroken masterlist
<< Part 9
âMommy, look! I got ice cream with Captain America's colors,â your daughter grins from ear to ear. Her obsession with your former loverâs role always makes your heart throb. If only she knew in reality heâs not the hero she believes he is. âMr. Chris bought it for me.â
âOf course, he did,â you canât keep the bitterness out of your voice. âHow about you eat it slowly, Bunny.â You softly say as your daughter shovels the ice cream in her mouth. âWe donât want you to choke on it.â
âIt tastes great,â she excitedly says. âIt got sprinkles on it!â You try to remain calm, and not show your true emotions. How youâd love to punch Chrisâs face while he dares to sit next to your daughter, acting like heâs the charming boy next door.
âShe wanted me to buy it,â Chris sheepishly says. âI asked her which sort she wants to eat. Lilly Ann politely asked me to buy this one. She loved the colors. Donât you want to eat something too?â
âYAY MOMMY! Eat some ice cream. It tastes so good,â your daughter grins at Chris. âRight, Mr. Chris. Youâll buy mommy ice cream too..â She batts her eyelashes and give Chris her sweetest smile. âHeâs a nice man.â
If only your daughter knew what kind of man Chris really is. A heartbreaker. Someone letting you down when you are vulnerable.
âRight,â you force a smile on your face to not give away that you hate Chris for what he had done to you, your daughter, and your career. âBunny, eat up. Aunt Tracey is waiting for you. I got something important to talk about with Mr. Chris.â
âOH! Do you want to invite him to my birthday?â She gasps audibly. âMr. Chris, will you bring your shield? Please? Everyone will be so jealous if you bring it.â Lilly Anne grabs Chrisâs wrist, tugging at it. âYou will come to my birthday party, right?â
âI-Iâd love to. I need to talk to your mommy first, okay? I got a busy schedule andââ he licks his lips. Chris doesnât want to overstep. Even though, heâd do anything to come to his daughterâs birthday party and play her hero. âI will try to come.â
âDid you hear? Captain America comes to my birthday party Mommy,â your daughter wiggles on her seat. She canât wait to tell all her friends that her hero will come to her party. âI bet Aunt Tracey will like him too.â
You choke on the air. Tracey will not like having Chris around. She will kill him without batting an eyelash. Your best friend moved heaven and hell to support you. Even when sheâs married now, Tracey is a constant in your life you donât want to miss.
âLilly Anne, please eat up. We need to head home,â you whisper as you run your hand over her head. She nods but sighs deeply.
âCan I see the doggo again? Heâs so cute and friendly,â she sniffs. Your child loves pets, especially dogs and cats. âPlease, Mr. Chris. Can you bring him to my birthday party? Heâll get a treat too.â
âWe will see, Lilly Anne.â Chris tries not to hold his hopes high. He knows that he fucked big time and broke your heart. There is no coming back from the pain he caused. He can only hope that you find a way to forgive him, or at least give him the chance to get to know his daughterâŠâ
âI will castrate him!â Tracey balls her hands into fists. âHe had the guts to tell you that someone extorted him?â She snorts. âLike hell. That asshole never tried to contact you.â
âI burned down all the bridges when I left the States.â You groan as you try to find an excuse for Chrisâs behavior. âNo. If he wanted to find me, he wouldâve found a way.â
âExactly, babe. Donât let that bastard get under your skin.â She clicks her tongue. âWhat if I come with you?â Tracey offers. âWe could ask Michelle to keep an eye on our little angel while I give that goddamn liar hell.â
âI donât want to start a fight or think about the past. I need toâŠâ You shrug. âMichelle was right. I need clarity. I will listen to him and say my goodbyes.â
âBabe,â Tracey searches your face, âdonât get weak for him. We both know heâs nothing but a lying piece of shit.â
âI-âYou know Tracey is right. Chris broke your heart and ruined your career. But you loved him with all your heart. A huge part of him is still in your life. In the form of your daughter. âI need to give him the chance to explain things to me. What he did was fucked up, but he gave me something I never wouldâve dared to dream of.â
âLilly Anne.â Tracey lowers her voice. She doesnât want to wake your daughter. âFine. Let me take care of the little bug while you give that bastard hell for me.â
She grins. âI love you too, babe.â
âI know.â
âTalk,â you snap at Chris. There is no reason to be friendly around him now. Lilly Anne is not around, so you can be as angry and loud as you want to. âNo. Wait. Let me say my part first.â
âY/N, please hear me out. I know you donât owe me anything but give me the chance to explain what happened back then.â
âDamn right,â you are in his face. âI owe you shit, Chris. No one would give you the chance to explain your side of the story after what you did to me. You ruined me in any way!â
All damn breaks. You push against his shoulders. âY/N.â
âNo! You wonât say a damn thing! Itâs my turn,â you yell, making Chris flinch. âI was in love with you! In love!â You wrinkle your nose to push the tears away. The last thing you want is to cry in front of him. âYou fucked me, and then you go and tell me about some other woman.â
âBaby, I-âYou slap his cheek this time. Hard enough to leave an angry handprint.
âShut up!â You point your index finger at him. âAnd then, I thought that you couldnât act shittier, you go and ruin my career too. I tried to act professional and filmed the last scenes only for you to kick me out of the show.â
âI told you that it wasnât my intention-â he raises his hands in surrender when you glare at him. âPlease let me explain.â
âFuck you!â You cry. âFuck you! Fuck you! I felt like a freight train hit me. You left me there on the ground, bleeding and crying.â
âY/N,â he tries again but you push him away the moment he tries to touch you. âIâm so sorry.â
âDonât!â You sneer. âSorry doesnât fix shit! Because of your selfishness, I raised our daughter alone. She asks me about you all the time, and I lie. I lie because I canât tell her that you give a shit about her mother.â
âThatâs not true! I wouldâve explained everything to you, but you were gone,â Chris chokes out. âNo one knew where you moved to.â
âRight.â You huff. âIf you care about a person, you find a way to contact them. You simply didnât care about me. I was just a warm body you used for some time until you moved on to the next.â
âI loved you too!â Chris yells now. âI tried to protect you! I know it was the worst way to do so but I did it to save your reputation.â
âAnd yours!â You snap at him. âDonât act as if you didnât try to save your squeaky-clean image, Chris. This was all about protecting yourself, not me. Do you honestly believe an apology will make up for what you did to me? You not only broke my heart but ruined my career too. I had to start anew while being pregnant of the man breaking my heart.â
âI know.â He lightly shrugs his shoulders and sniffles. âI fucked up big time. Maybe I was scared to ruin my career and reputation too. I chose the easy way out. I knew you wouldâve given a shit if that woman leaks nudes of you and me. But IâŠâ
âYou didnât want to risk that Iâll choose the hard way,â you conclude. âSo, you sacrificed our love and my career to save your cowardly ass.â
âI guessâŠâ
As you stare at him, all the anger you pushed down for so many years still runs through your veins. âI hate you!â
Youâre trembling with anger. âI know, and you have all the right to hate me. Maybe you should hit me again or run me over with your car. Itâs justâŠâ
âNo-â you cut him off. âI wonât let you into my daughterâs life. You will only abandon her for your career. I let you hurt me, but I will not get my baby girl hurt because Iâm too weak to protect her.â
âI swear, this will never happen. Please, let me at least come to her party. I promise to play by your rules. JustâŠâ He sniffs as tears roll down his cheeks. Youâre not sure if heâs playing yet another role, or if these are real tears. âI can bring the shield and make her happy. If you want to make me leave afterward, Iâll go.â
You square your jaw. Lilly Anne wouldnât stop talking about Chris, his dog, and that Captain America will come to her party this afternoon. âYouâve got an hour. Bring the dog and the shield.â
You turn on your heels to leave.
âWaitâŠI can prove that I didnât lie,â he places his hand on your shoulder. âAt least let me prove that Iâm not a liarâŠâ
>> Part 11
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sweet as honeycrisp
pairing: sugar daddy!ari levinson x sugar baby!female reader
summary: your sugar daddy takes you on an autumn-themed date to the apple orchard, and what starts off as a fun and flirty day unfolds into a meaningful turning point in your relationship.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, piv sex, outdoor sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, biting, brief cockwarming, exhibitionism, light bdsm, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, very light degradation, lots of teasing, pet names (darling, honey), aftercare, happy ending, so much fluff
word count: 14.5k
a/n: whew i've been working on this for like two weeks now, and i'm so happy to finally be able to post it!!! i was struggling a bit with the emotional throughline of this fic, and i only decided on it very late in the editing game so if some things don't make sense, just ignore it!!! if you can believe it, i originally just wanted to write about a quickie in the apple orchard and it turned into this đ«Ł anyway, i hope y'all enjoy!!!
âKiss.â
The warm, playful voice of your sugar daddy, Ari Levinson, met your ears as you lowered yourself into the passenger seat of his Lexus, greeting you in the way he always did. When you closed the car door behind you, the sounds of the Manhattan street were silenced, leaving you in the relative quiet with Ari.
Eagerly, you twisted on the sumptuous seat of the expensive car to lean over the center console, brushing a teasing kiss to Ariâs scruffy cheek, your lips grazing the edge of his full beard. His skin was warm and inviting, and you lingered for a moment, breathing in the the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne, smelling of vetiver and leather.Â
When you pulled back, Ariâs blue eyes were glittering with a hint of mischief that made your heart thump with excitement, a warmth blooming in your core despite the cool air of the carâs air conditioning brushing your legs. It was a warm September day, the last remnants of summer clinging in the air as if it protested giving up its seat to autumn.Â
The thought crossed your mind that if any man looked like the embodiment of summer, it was Ari Levinson. His skin was golden with a perpetual tan, and his brown hair had sun-kissed blond highlights that shimmered in the daylight, though they were dimmed a bit in the shadow of his car.Â
Still, as he grinned at you, showing off his pearly whites framed by his dark beard, you couldnât help but feel like the summer sun had taken a liking to you and sat beside you. When he looked at you like that, with that smile and those blue eyes shining like the sun off the ocean waves, you wondered what it would be like to have his attention all the timeâto be more than just the sugar baby he took on occasional dates when he wanted to have fun.
Pushing those bothersome romantic notions aside, you raked your eyes down Ariâs form, noticing that heâd dressed down for your date. He wore a soft denim, long-sleeved button-up over a simple white t-shirt and tailored slacks. Casual loafers and sunglasses perched on top of his head completed the look. Even in such a simple outfit, he looked good.Â
âShow me.âÂ
His voice was a deep rumble that pulsed between your thighs, and you flicked your gaze back up to his face, finding heat in his expression, the same mischievousness in his eyes thatâd been there since you got in the car. The corner of Ariâs mouth was curved in a smirk, and you felt another throb of warmth in your core.
Your lips curled at the edges, a wicked smile curving your mouth as the energy in the car crackled around you, spurring your heart to beat a little faster. You knew exactly what Ari wanted you to show him, and you knew it was naughtyâbut that was part of why you liked spending time with your sugar daddy.Â
Ari was always urging you to be a little daring, to do something that made your heart race and your breath come a little faster. He didnât push you, so much as guide you down the path to depravity, and you followed him willingly. You never felt more alive than when you were with Ari.
So while you smiled at him, you spread your legs on the leather seat of his Lexus, the short skirt of your dress falling between your parting thighs. Ariâs smirk deepened with satisfaction as he watched your movements with rapt attention. Your fingers toyed with the edge of your dress, the fabric having ridden up quite high on your thighs.Â
But before you could reveal what was beneath your skirt, you looked away from Ari, and it crashed over you that you sat in a car in the middle of a busy Manhattan street surrounded by other people. There were folks driving in their cars just outside your window and others walking by on the sidewalk beside where Ari was parked. There were even people filling up the buildings that overlooked the street. They were everywhere around you.
âDarling, look at me,â Ari murmured, his tone entreating enough to call your attention back to him.Â
You noticed his sparkling eyes had lost some of their mischief when you looked back at him. But the steadiness of his gaze had you relaxing when you hadnât even realized youâd tensed up, and the corners of your mouth flickered in an uncertain smile.
âDo you trust me?â Ari asked simply. His face was open, no hint of pressure in his tone or voice.Â
For a brief moment, you considered his question, then you nodded your head. You watched as warmth flooded into his gaze, and it made you feel a little more sure.Â
âLift your skirt for me, darling,â he implored, his eyes dropping to where your thighs were still spread, the flimsy fabric of your dress barely hiding your core. âShow daddy what you have under your pretty little skirt.â
You gathered every ounce of braveness in your body and pulled up the hem of your skirt. There, nestled between your spread thighs, was your bare pussy. The air in the car seemed to heat by a few degrees when you heard Ari suck in a sharp breath.
It had been Ariâs idea for you to go without panties on your date, and youâd agreed, the idea sending excited thrills through your body. Walking through the halls and the lobby of the Manhattan high-rise you called home, youâd felt like you had a secret that only Ari knew, and it gave you a delicious kind of satisfaction showing your sugar daddy how youâd gone without panties, your pussy fully exposed beneath your dress.
âYou have such a pretty cunt, darling,â Ari groaned, his hand sliding up your thigh until the tips of his fingers teased the top of your slit.Â
You bit back a gasp and squirmed in your seat, trying to hold your hips back from thrusting into his touch.Â
âI never get tired of seeing this pussy, and how wet she gets for me.âÂ
His fingers spread your lower lips and he brushed ever so gently over the tip of your clit, making you twitch in your seat, your legs shaking with the effort it took not to close them on his hand and trap him against your heated core.
âAnd the way your thighs tremble for me,â Ari rumbled, pulling away from your quickly dampening slit to grope roughly at your plush softness, his grip possessive in a way your sugar daddy rarely was.Â
âAri.â His name was a breathy exhale, an undercurrent of admonishment in your tone as his touches stoked the blazing fire in your core, making you squirm even more on the seat. A sliver of worry wormed into your mind as you remembered the leather you sat on, which would surely stain if he kept touching you, and you gasped, âThe seat.â
Ari only chuckled, the sound cavalier in a way that made butterflies take flight in your belly, but before you could chide him again, his hand was slipping back between your thighs. Ari dragged a finger from the bottom of your slit all the way to the top, flicking your clit and wringing a moan from your lips as your thighs trembled on the seat.
Then he was pulling his hand away, leaving you to drop your skirt to cover yourself, and popping his finger into his mouth. Your sugar daddy made a show of savoring the taste of you, and your head fell back against the headrest. You watched him suck your taste from his skin, your breaths heavy in your chest while Ariâs eyes sparkled with mischief.Â
âMm, sweet as apple pie,â he praised, making heat rush to your face while you shook your head and rolled your eyesâeven as your chest warmed at the compliment. Ari was grinning shamelessly at you when he grabbed your face gently and pulled you gently across the car toward him. âCâmere, darling, see how sweet you taste,â he murmured against your lips before kissing you.
The musky flavor of your body made you moan into Ariâs mouth, your sugar daddy devouring every little noise you made while he kissed you thoroughly. You sank into him, reveling in the smooth glide of his lips and the possessive exploration of his tongue. Your fingers curled around the collar of his denim shirt and you clung to him, feeling the edge of something more in the way he kissed you. It left you breathless when you finally pulled away.
You fell back into your seat with a soft âoomph,â the breath rushing from your lungs when you looked into Ariâs eyes. His blue gaze was softer than youâd ever seen it, and there was something in depths of his eyes that you couldnât quite placeâaffection or fondness maybe.Â
A small, uncertain smile curled your lips, your heart thumping in your chest as you wondered if thatâs how Ari looked at someone he truly cared about. Someone special to him, who had a more permanent place in his life than the sugar baby he called when he wanted to have some no-strings-attached fun.Â
For the briefest of moments, you could pretend Ari was more than your sugar daddy, and you were more than his sugar baby.Â
But then the moment ended, and Ari cleared his throat as he looked away, focusing on the wheel and gear shift of his car to put it in drive. A silent sigh of disappointment gusted from you, and you turned toward the passenger side window, intent on watching the city fly by once Ari eased into traffic.
To your surprise, Ariâs hand slipped into one of yours, his palm pressing against yours while he laced your fingers together. Your breath hitched with uncertainty even as the corners of your mouth flickered in a smile. It took you a moment to get used to the feeling of his hand in yours, turning it over to trace the veins on the back gently while he maneuvered his Lexus through the Manhattan streets.
It had only been a few months since youâd started seeing Ari, and while his touches were often greedy when you were fooling around, he hadnât been prone to physical displays of affection since the first few dates you went on with him. Back then, heâd reached for your hand a few times, but after a point heâd stopped.
Truthfully, it had been a relief. One of your greatest fears was falling for a sugar daddy who didnât return your feelings, and considering how handsome Ari was, youâd known it was a serious risk getting into a relationship with him. But heâd been so charming and carefree, you didnât think it would be a problem to keep your heart out of things. He didnât seem like he was looking for anything serious anyway.
So youâd focused on having fun, and that had been easy. Ari took you to expensive restaurants with delicious food in New York City, or heâd fly you somewhere else if he was itching to get away for a little bit. During meals, youâd chat about trivial things, then fall into bed together as soon as you were back in whatever hotel room Ari had booked for the night.Â
You didnât quite know why your conversations didnât go deeper than the shallow things you talked about, but you didnât question it. It made everything so much easier if you didnât truly know Ariâif he didnât know you either. So you just stuck to safe topics, like planning dates and having sex.Â
Your relationship with Ari was a nice change of pace for you. He was far from your first sugar daddy, and youâd learned some hard lessons in your past relationships. Too often, sugar daddies wanted to know things you werenât comfortable sharing, but Ari had never pried. Heâd set boundaries and didnât push them. You were grateful for that.
But another part of you, a part that started off small and was growing with every date you went on with Ari, yearned to know more about your sugar daddy. You wanted to know what he liked to do when he wasnât working or taking you on dates. You wanted to know if he had any family, if he celebrated the holidays with them. You wanted to know if heâd ever had his heart broken.Â
Tamping down on those curious thoughts, you focused on the presentâthe music that was playing gently in the car, and the scenery passing by your window. The skyscrapers and high-rises of Manhattan had given way to the tightly-packed homes of the suburbs.Â
Biting your tongue against all the questions you wanted to ask, not even sure how youâd begin to try to get to know your sugar daddy betterâlet alone whether it was a good ideaâyou sat in silence with Ari. The suburbs eventually gave way to the lush forests and hilly countryside of the Hudson Valley, giving you something prettier to look at.
It was too early in September for the leaves to be changing yet, but there were glimpses of golden yellows and warm oranges among the green foliage. A hint of what was to come. Autumn was inevitable and you found comfort in the changing seasons.Â
Cozy weather was right around the corner, and you couldnât wait for it. Hot apple cider and pumpkin pie, butterscotch cookies and mulled wineâyou were a glutton for all the food and beverages associated with the autumn months. And you liked to make them yourself from scratch whenever possible.Â
It was part of the reason youâd wanted Ari to take you apple picking, though he didnât know that. Heâd just accepted the request and planned the date.Â
After a little while more of driving, Ari pulled off the paved road and onto a dirt track. There was a sign for Brothersâ Apple Orchard fixed to a worn, wooden fence, though dense trees hid the farm from view.Â
A little ways down the dirt road, the trees opened up into a large parking lot that was already packed with families and groups of friends going apple picking on the warm September afternoon. The sight and sounds of all the people had nerves twisting in your stomach, and you wondered if it had been a smart idea to go without panties to a place that was meant for wholesome fun.
Youâd long since learned that Ari had an exhibitionist streak, and that day wasnât the first time heâd told you to show up to one of your dates without panties. Youâd always enjoyed the excitement in the inherent risk of wearing a dress without anything underneath, but heâd never taken you somewhere with so many families before. The consequences of getting caught seemed so much worse than they ever had before.
Ari mustâve felt your fingers tense in his because he gave you a comforting squeeze as he pulled his Lexus into an empty space and put the car in park. Once done, he looked to you, his smile faltering when he took in the way your brows were pinched and the corners of your mouth were turned down in an uncertain frown.
âDo you trust me, darling?â Ari asked, cupping your face and leaning across the carâs console to press his forehead to yours. His thumb stroked gently over your cheek, matching the sweeping of his other thumb against the back of your hand.Â
You were quiet for a moment, nibbling on your lower lip as you thought about his questionâreally thought about it.
It weighed on you a little that you didnât know Ari very well, especially since a part of you desperately wanted to, but that didnât mean you didnât know his character. Ari had never pushed you to do something you didnât want to do, and he always checked in with you when you were together, making sure you were comfortable and having fun. So while you didnât know his favorite color, you did trust him.Â
Exhaling slowly, you nodded, your forehead shifting against Ariâs. âI trust you, Ari,â you said, your voice little more than a whisper, like you were telling him a secret in the privacy afforded by the enclosed space of his car.Â
To your surprise, Ari sighed in relief at your words, the exhale so short and quiet, you wondered if youâd heard correctly. But you didnât have time to analyze it because Ari was pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then pulling back to open his door and step out into the September sunshine.
You watched as Ari rounded the front of the Lexus, a charming grin on his face as he winked at you over the hood of his car. It was only because you were alone that you allowed yourself a silly little giggle, your mouth spreading across your face in a wide smile. He opened your door and offered you a hand to help you out.
âCareful, darling, wouldnât want to give anyone a free show,â Ari murmured teasingly while you slid your hand into his, feeling the roughness of his palm against the pads of your fingertips.Â
A zing of thrill went straight to your core at his words, joining the sparks you felt when you touched him. The fingers of your other hand played with the hem of your dress as you stepped one foot out of the car. You darted a look around, finding you had some relative privacy between Ariâs Lexus and the next car over, and pretended to rearrange your skirt.Â
In reality, you flashed your bare slit for your sugar daddy, biting your lip and ducking your head when you heard his sharp inhale. Ari made a low, tortured sound and squeezed your fingers, practically pulling you out of the car before pinning you against the side.
âNaughty girl,â Ari growled in your ear, pressing his big body against yours so you were trapped between his hard muscles and the warm metal of the Lexus at your back. âYouâre going to get us in trouble if you keep flashing that pretty pussy at me, darling.âÂ
A breathless, disbelieving laugh gusted past your lips before you could stop it, even as your head went a little fuzzy from the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne filling your senses. It felt like the vetiver and leather on his skin was embedded in your mind as a reminder of all the pleasure heâd given you, and with his body pressed against yours, it took you a moment to respond.
âYouâre the one who told me not to wear panties to our apple picking date, daddy,â you reminded him, gripping the soft cotton of Ariâs t-shirt beneath his denim shirt, your fingers brushing against the sides of his tapered waist. You pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, brushing your body against his firm form enticingly while your lips grazed along his scruffy cheek. âMaybe you shouldnât have done that if you didnât want me to show you my achy, needy cunt.â
A low growl rumbled in Ariâs chest and he pressed you harder against the side of his car, his body impossibly warm and hard through the thin fabric of your dress. You could feel every firm line of him against your soft curves, including the thick bulge digging into your stomach.Â
Then, as if that wasnât bad enough, Ariâs hands skimmed down your sides and dove beneath the hem of your skirt, palming your ass and kneading your soft flesh with firm, possessive fingers.
âDarling, if you keep saying such filthy things, youâre gonna end up in the back of my car with my cock buried in your achy, needy cunt,â he purred, a threat in his tone that he punctuated by nipping at your ear, making you gasp and arch into him, pressing your tits against his solid chest. âYouâre gonna get us banned from the orchard because you wonât be able to stop screaming while I pound your pussyâis that what you want?â
It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes.Â
In the short time since youâd stepped out of the car, Ari had you feeling wet and aching and empty. Warmth flooded your body that had nothing to do with the sun shining brightly above your heads, and you wanted badly for Ari to free his cock from his slacks and slide it inside you.
But then the shrieking laughter of children punctured the bubble of lust surrounding you, and you remembered exactly where you were. Shaking your head, you dropped your gaze to the edge of Ariâs jaw while you sucked in a deep breath, focusing on the fresh air beyond the scent of your sugar daddyâs cologne.Â
Ariâs big body eased back, giving you more room to breathe and you ignored the pang of disappointment at the loss of him. Instead, you let the crisp autumn breeze brushing against your cheeks and dancing between your thighs cool you down.Â
After giving you a moment, Ari curled a finger beneath your chin and tipped your face up to look at him. His brows were lowered and his eyes looked at you questioningly.
âDo you still want to go apple picking?â he asked softly, planting his other hand on the hood of his car, as if he needed to force himself not to touch you so you could answer his question. The thought made you smile, and his eyes dropped to your lips, his thumb brushing quickly over the bottom one.Â
âI do,â you said in a light, breathless voice, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. On a whim, you nipped at Ariâs thumb, giving him a smirk when his eyes darkened. âIf you think you can keep it in your pants until later, daddy,â you taunted him, pushing your hips forward so his bulge pressed into your belly.
âYouâre such fucking trouble,â Ari growled before his mouth captured yours in a searing kiss. One of his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into him while the other cradled your head gently, holding you exactly where he wanted you while he devoured your mouth, his tongue sweeping possessively past your lips until you were moaning softly into him.
A loud, clearing throat had you finally breaking apart. Both you and Ari turned your heads toward the sound, finding a blonde woman raising an eyebrow at the two of you before cutting her eyes pointedly to the children beside her. Your cheeks heated and you buried your face in Ariâs neck to muffle a cackling laugh.Â
âApologies, maâam,â Ari called gruffly, raising a hand in a repentant wave.Â
The woman huffed and rolled her eyes, which only made you laugh harder, pressing your face deeper into the warm curve of Ariâs shoulder as you tried to stay quiet. When the woman and her family were finally gone, you leaned back, giving Ari a cheeky grin.Â
âThink sheâs gonna complain about us and get us banned?â you asked teasingly, sliding your hands up Ariâs chest until they rested on his shoulders, trying not to think about how easy it was to touch your sugar daddy so casually. âTell them we were acting indecently in the parking lot?â
Ari laughed, chucking you under your chin gently before ducking down for a quick kiss. âIf she does, Iâll just buy the farm,â Ari murmured against your mouth. âThey canât ban us if I own them.â
Your breath caught in your lungs at Ariâs pronouncement, surprise making your heart leap in your chest. Your sugar daddy had bought you plenty of expensive gifts since youâd started seeing him, but buying a farm so you could go apple picking in peace was on another level entirely. You had to wonder if Ari was serious, but the look in his eye was genuine when he pulled back.Â
âDonât give me that look, darling,â he rumbled, his heated gaze raking over your face, taking in your wide eyes and parted lips. His thumb stroked over your bottom lip, pulling on it ever so slightly to the side, sending a little thrill through your body. âOr we arenât making it into the orchard.â
You closed your mouth, swallowing thickly and bobbed your head in a nod. Then, you slid away from Ari, slipping from between his big body and the car and taking a deep, steadying breath.
Even with the warm September sun shining down on your shoulders, you felt a little cold without Ariâs heat and shivered. But you told yourself you were being ridiculous, shaking off the shiver and turning back to your sugar daddy.
Ari was standing with both hands planted on the hood of the car, his head hanging between them while he took deep breaths. He mustâve felt your attention on him because he lifted his head and gave you a charming smile.Â
âJust gimme a sec, darling,â he said, shooting you a wink before he straightened and dropped his hands to the bulge in his slacks.Â
You tried not to ogle your sugar daddy as he adjusted himself to make his hard length less prominent in his pants, but you knew what was hiding beneath his clothes and you knew how good his cock felt sliding inside you.
A sizzling, delicious warmth cascaded through your body, and you let yourself watch Ariâs big hands adjusting his bulge for a moment before tearing your eyes away and taking deep breaths of the fresh air to clear your head as much as possible.
A moment later, Ari slung his arm around your shoulders and together the two of you walked toward the entrance to the orchard.
It took effort, but you managed not to look down at the front of his pants, sure that if you did, neither of you would make it any further. And you did want to go apple picking. You had so many things you wanted to bake with the apples you were going to pick.Â
Keeping your chin up and your gaze forward, you and Ari walked to the small, squat red building that served as the entryway to the orchard. One side was for folks heading into the field of apple trees, and you joined the line while scrutinizing the size of baskets and crates you could get for picking.Â
Ari let you choose the size, and you picked a decent size wooden basket, thinking that would give you plenty of apples to use for baking. A farm worker explained that your apples would be weighed when you were done, and you paid per pound. Then they handed Ari a map that specified where each apple variety could be found, and the two of you were set free into the orchard.Â
âWhat kind of apples are we picking today?â Ari asked, peering at the paper in his hand while he snagged the basket from you.Â
You leaned into his side so you could read the map, and pointed when you found what you wanted. âHoneycrisp, honeycrisp!â you chanted, letting your excitement overtake you.Â
Ari chuckled, folding the map and tucking it into his pocket before giving you one of his charming grins. âHoneycrisp it is, honeycrisp,â he teased, smoothing his hand down your arm to lace his fingers with yours before he began walking into the orchard.
A shiver of delight raced down your spine at Ariâs gentle, familiar touch and the sweet new nickname. Heâd only ever called you âdarlingâ before, and while you liked the pet name, âhoneycrispâ made you feel closer to your sugar daddy because it was meant for only you. It was something people in a real romantic relationship did, wasnât it?
Your feet stumbled a little before you fell into step beside Ari. Out of the corner of your eye, you looked up at him consideringly, wonderingânot for the first timeâwhat he thought of you. If he thought you were someone worth caring aboutâif he thought of you at all when you werenât together.Â
Your sugar daddy flashed an easy smile at you, and you couldnât help but return the gesture, even as you thought about how difficult he was to read. He was always charming and easygoing, and it made it hard to figure out what he was really thinking, let alone what he was really feeling.
You did your best to push those pondering thoughts from your mind and simply enjoy the walk through the orchard with Ari. You reminded yourself that heâd made it clear he just wanted to have fun with you, so thatâs what you were determined to do: Enjoy the warm day and pick some apples with your handsome sugar daddy.
The honeycrisp section of the orchard ended up being quite busy, with families and groups of friends forming small crowds around all the trees closest to the entrance of the field. You paused for a moment, your face falling in a small frown.
Ari mustâve seen your expression because he tugged on your hand and led you past the crowds, strolling down a long row of apple trees to go deeper into the orchard. The excited chatter of other people faded until you could barely hear them and the farm grew peaceful. Finally, you came to the edge of the orchard, and Ari pulled you to a stop at the end of a row of honeycrisp trees.Â
âWow, thatâs a lot of apples,â you said, peering up at the trees around you. They were bigger and taller than the ones youâd passed that were being picked over by the crowds. Their branches were practically bursting with ripe, red apples, the color swirling with yellow and green as it often did with that particular variety.Â
It seemed no one else had thought to escape the crowds and venture deeper into the orchard, because you couldnât hear anyone else around. It was just you, your sugar daddy and the apple trees.Â
It was so perfect you couldnât stifle the beaming grin that spread across your face.
âShould I go back for another basketâor a crate?â Ari asked, a grin in his tone.Â
When you finally tore your eyes away from the trees and their bounty, you found him staring at you, something like fondness in his gaze. It struck you that Ari had no idea why you wanted applesâyouâd never told him you liked to bake or what you planned to do with the ones you pickedâbut heâd planned the date and was offering to help you pick as many apples as you wanted.Â
A warmth started in your chest, feeling as though it were wrapping around your heart and filling you up with a dizzying amount of sunshine, until your ribs were nearly bursting with it. Your cheeks felt warm, and your face ached a little from how wide you were smiling.Â
When you realized that you were staring back at Ari with just as much, if not more, affection than was in his gaze, you tried to tamp it down, forcing yourself to scoff lightly at his question.Â
âI think one will be plenty,â you said dryly, turning back to the trees and trying to calculate how many apples would fit into the basket Ari carried. Would it be enough for the apple crisp cheesecake recipe youâd been dying to try? You decided it would have to be.Â
âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours, honeycrisp?â Ari asked softly, curling a finger beneath your chin and tipping your face to look up at him. He eased your bodies toward each other and your arms wrapped naturally around his waist.Â
It wasnât until youâd pressed your hands to Ariâs back, your hands settling against the solid muscle of him, that you even realized what you were doing. When you did, you froze, feeling a little spooked by how easy it was becoming to sink into Ariâs casual touches and return them. It felt like there was a growing intimacy between the two of you, and you didnât know quite yet how you felt about it.Â
âHoneycrisp?â you asked, latching on to the one thing you could think to say that would delay you needing to answer Ariâs question.Â
Heâd never asked you what you were thinking before. When he checked in with you, his questions were always more direct, and more specific about what you were doing. You didnât know if he really wanted to know, so you hoped a distraction might work.
Ariâs grin turned a little mischievous, like he knew what you were doing, and he wrapped his arms around you, hauling you up against his large, firm body. He ducked his head and nudged your nose with his, tickling your cheek with his beard until you laughed softly into his scruff.
âIt fits, doesnât it?â he asked in a low, rumbly voice that sent warmth dancing through your body. âYouâre sweet as honey and as delicious as an apple crisp.â He kissed your lower lip, sucking on its plumpness with a slow, deliberate drag that had you nearly moaning into his mouth.
âYeah, I like it,â you murmured when he released your lip, your voice obscenely breathy as your eyes fluttered open. You couldnât remember closing them. Being so close to Ari, having his arms around you and his lips on you, was rattling your brain a little.
âNow, darling honeycrisp, tell daddy what had you thinking so hard about those apples,â Ari rumbled, his voice sweetly coaxing as he brushed butterfly kisses along your jaw. His lips were soft and his beard was coarse, and the contrast of the sensations had you sighing softly and melting further into his arms. âUnless you donât want to tell me?â
There was a thread of uncertainty in Ariâs tone as he voiced the question, like he wasnât sure if he was pushing too hard by asking you to tell him what youâd been thinking about.Â
It was so different to how other sugar daddiesâother men in generalâhad treated you. Theyâd always demanded you tell them whatever they wanted to know, as if they had a right to every part of you.Â
But Ari wasnât like that. Heâd never been like that, and it didnât surprise you that the first time he asked something even remotely personal, he was still giving you the opportunity to sidestep the question if you didnât want to answer. It made you want to tell him all the more.
âI was thinking about what I want to bake with the apples we pick,â you answered, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. âAnd trying to make sure one basket would be enough.â
Ari brushed a kiss to the apple of your cheek, as if thanking you for telling him. Pulling back a bit so he could look at you, he tilted his head to the side in curiosity.
âYou like to bake?â
You felt a little shy in the moment, ducking your head under the weight of his sparkling blue eyes, and nodded. âYeah,â you said shrugging as if it was no big deal. Then, when Ari didnât reply right away, you went on, filling the silence by answering a question he hadnât asked. âI donât usually tell sugar daddiesâthe one time I did, he got weird.â
Biting your lip to stem the flow of words from your mouth, you winced. You werenât sure if Ari had known youâd had other sugar daddies before him, but it felt awkward to acknowledge the fact even if you werenât ashamed of it. Besides, something inside you rebelled against the idea of lumping Ari in with all your other sugar daddiesâhe truly wasnât like anyone else youâd been with.Â
âWeird how?â Ari asked in a tone gentler than any youâd heard him use before. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, but he didnât try to make you look at him, just stroked your skin with his thumb. The gesture was so profoundly comforting that you lay your head on his shoulder and gave a sigh of relief.Â
âOnce he knew I liked to bake, he expected me to bake for him,â you explained slowly, choosing your words carefully. âBut not just bakeâhe bought me an apron and skimpy little dresses to wear underneath it with these ridiculous heels. He wanted me to bake for him andâŠservice him.âÂ
You pressed your face into Ariâs shoulder, remembering the experience and cringing over what youâd let that man talk you into. He was a major reason you appreciated Ariâs boundaries so much. You felt safer, like things couldnât spiral out of your control, with the boundaries your sugar daddy had set in place.
After youâd answered his question, Ari stayed quiet, just holding you, his thumb stroking soothingly over the back of your neck. His big arms felt so steady around you that you couldnât help but take comfort in them, and you went on, feeling safe enough to tell Ari the rest.
âHe took all the joy out of baking,â you said in a small voice. âI stopped seeing him soon after, but he wasnât happy about it.â
Ari exhaled a sharp breath and he squeezed you in his arms, holding you tight for a long moment before he eased up a little.Â
âThank you for telling me,â he murmured, brushing a kiss to your forehead. âI would love to try your baking, but only if you wantâhell, you can come over today and use my kitchen and bake in one of my shirts if you want.â
A relieved laugh gusted out of you, and you were so glad Ari understood that it took you a moment to realize heâd invited you to his apartment.Â
Youâd never seen where he livedâand even though he paid for it, heâd never been inside your apartment either. Ari had always gotten hotel rooms, even for dates in in the city.Â
You hadnât thought much about it beyond appreciating the fact that Ari didnât act entitled to be in your space because he paid for it. But now he was inviting you to his apartment, his space, and you didnât know what to make of it.
Pulling back, you gave him a curious look.Â
âAre you sure?â
Ari leveled you with a look of his own, and though his gaze was serious, there was a hint of amusement in the curve of his mouth. âAre you sure?â he countered, his voice going low and rumbly as he went on. âIf you start baking in my kitchen wearing only my shirt, thereâs a very good chance Iâll eat more of you than whatever you make.â He raised his eyebrows, as if to drive home the lewd insinuation of his statement.Â
But despite his dirty warningâor perhaps because of itâyou only warmed to the idea of baking in Ariâs apartment. It sounded fun in a way it hadnât been with your past sugar daddy and you bounced on the balls of your feet as excitement flooded through you.Â
âDonât threaten me with a good time, daddy,â you sassed, shifting your arms to wind around Ariâs neck. You used your hold on him to keep your balance as you pushed up onto your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his scruffy cheek. âI already know what I want to make.â
Ari chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before pulling out his phone and telling you to pull up the recipe so that he could forward it to his assistant to make sure his apartment had everything youâd need. You did as he asked and handed his phone back to him, watching for his reaction to the recipe youâd chosen.
To your delight, Ari groaned like he was being tortured, his thumb flicking over the screen as he scrolled through the recipe to look at all the pictures.
âYouâre gonna make this?â he asked, before reading out the title, âAn Apple crisp cheesecake?â He made another agonized sound before looking to you for confirmation.
You couldnât help but laugh at his reaction, knowing he was excited despite the miserable noises he was making, and nodded eagerly to answer his question.
Ari shook his head with a disbelieving look on his face and tapped out a message on his phone before pocketing it again. Then he grabbed you around the waist and hauled you against him again.
âYouâre trouble for my pants, honeycrisp,â he muttered, dropping a too-brief kiss to your lips. âFirst you make me hard enough I feel like Iâm gonna pop my zipper.â He trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck in between his words, his mouth and beard tickling your skin while you melted into his arms. âNext youâre gonna fill me up with apple crisp cheesecake until my button breaks.âÂ
You made a sound that was half-laugh, half-moan as you tipped your head to the side, giving him more access to nip and lick at your neck while you clung to his shoulders, your knees going weak from your sugar daddyâs attention.Â
âYou donât need to eat that much cheesecake, Ari,â you wheezed in between bouts of laughter, giggling harder when he nipped playfully at your ear.
âIf itâs as delicious as you, I donât know how Iâll be able to stop myself,â he flirted, kissing the spot just beneath your ear that had you shivering in his arms.Â
âAri,â you said his name on a breathy exhale, and it was a good thing his lips captured yours in a searing kiss, because you didnât have any hope of responding to his compliment. Instead, you showed him how much you appreciated it by kissing him back hard, your fingers tangling in his soft brown hair as you clung to your sugar daddy and made out in the apple orchard.
By the time Ari pulled away to let you get some air, you were breathless and happier than youâd been in a long time. To your own surprise, you felt good about opening up to Ari and telling him about your past bad experience. Heâd made you feel heard and cared for, all while giving you reason to believe heâd never do anything like that to you. He made you feel safe in a way you hadnât with any of your other sugar daddies.Â
Because of all that, you were actually excited to finally see his apartment. It felt like an important step, the beginning of something new, perhaps something deeper, and though there was an undercurrent of anxiety in your belly, you were more excited than anything else.Â
And if you werenât mistaken, Ari looked excited, too. His eyes were looking at you with affection in their depths, and his mouth was curved into a genuine smile.Â
As he grinned down at you, Ari let his hands slide down from your lower back to your ass, groping you through your dress before swatting the soft cheeks lightly.Â
âAlright, honeycrisp, these apples wonât pick themselves,â he teased good-naturedly. âAnd Iâve got a craving for some apple crisp cheesecake now.â He waggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh.
But you forced a serious expression onto your face and gave him a mocking salute. âYes, sir,â you said in a deeper voice, trying to tamp down on the smile that wanted to break free.
You lost the battle when Ari gave a loud laugh, his head tipping back and the sun shining down on his golden face while he gave into your silliness. He recovered quickly, though, looking back down at you fondly as he rumbled, âThatâs âyes, daddyâ, to you, honeycrisp.â Then he slapped your ass a little harder to urge you to get a move on before he finally, reluctantly, pulled away and turned in the direction of the apple trees.
To ease some of the disappointment you both felt, Ari gave you a salacious wink that had your cheeks warming again. You couldnât even blame the September sun on the heat in your face. Your sugar daddy was just so hot, it was hardly even fair.
To distract yourself from wanting to curl up in Ariâs arms and say to hell with apple picking, you snatched up the basket heâd dropped, arching your back and popping your ass to give him a peek at your pussy, then straightened and skipped to the nearest apple tree to start picking.Â
When you chanced a glance over your shoulder, you saw Ariâs eyes were heated and staring at the way your skirt fluttered around your ass, his big hand palming his bulge in his pants. You wiggled your ass for him, turning back around to hide your laughter when his long-suffering groan met your ears.Â
But you couldnât keep your eyes off Ari and you turned your head to watch him out of the corner of your eye, catching him swiping a hand down over his face while he shook his head. Something about the gesture sent your heart pitter-pattering in your chestâwhich only got worse when Ari caught you looking and winked while he adjusted himself in his pants.
You felt giddy as you refocused on the tree in front of you, your breaths coming in soft little gasps as excitement and desire swirled in your core. It took you a long moment to gather your thoughts and remind yourself that you could not jump your sugar daddy in the middle of an apple orchard that was open to the publicâno matter how much you desperately wanted to.Â
With slightly shaking fingers, you began to pick apples, doing your best to pay attention to what you were doing and make sure you were selecting the best fruit you could find. If Ari was going to try your baking for the first time, you wanted your apple crisp cheesecake to be the best that it could possibly be.Â
Ari came to stand beside you, and though you wanted him to put his hands on you, you were happy to see him dedicate himself to the task of picking apples, even reaching up to the branches that were too high for you. In turn, you showed Ari how to check for bruises and other unwanted things in the fruit before adding them to the basket at your feet.
Between the two of you picking apples, it wasnât long before the basket was nearly overflowing, but you were having so much fun, you didnât want it to end. So when Ari asked if you still needed more, you gave him a shy smile and said just a few. You didnât want him to go get another basketâbecause, really, you didnât need that many applesâbut you didnât want the apple picking part of your date to end just yet.
Your sugar daddy seemed to understand your desire to linger because he didnât call you out on the fact that your basket could barely hold any more apples. Instead, he flashed you an indulgent grin and nodded, joining you under the apple tree where youâd been picking.Â
But rather than moving beside you, as heâd stood while youâd worked together, he came up behind you so that his chest was brushing against your back. His hands settled lightly on your waist, loosely caging you in beneath the apple tree with your body facing the trunk.Â
He ducked down so his scruffy, bearded cheek was pressed to yours and pointed to a cluster of apples just out of your reach. âWhy donât you grab one of those?â he suggested, the practiced innocence in his tone nearly making you snort with laughter.Â
You knew Ari was playing a game, you could feel it in the mischievous tension crackling in the air, and you were almost certain it would lead to some sort of naughtiness in the orchard. But your body was wound tight, and you wanted to get up to a little mischief with your sugar daddy, so you decided to play along.Â
âI canât reach, daddy,â you simpered, proving your point by reaching your hand up to show that the apples were too high up, your fingertips only barely grazing the fruit. You used the movement to deliberately push your ass back into Ariâs lap and you had to smother a giggle when you felt the hard ridge of him in his pants.
âLet me help, honeycrisp,â Ari rumbled, and though you couldnât see his grin, you knew it was there by the warmth in his voice. You bit your lip against your own wide smile.
Ariâs hand slid down your side, all the way to the back of your thigh, before he gently grabbed your leg behind your knee to lift it until your foot was planted on a low branch. Then he guided your hips deeper into his lap, where you could feel the long, stiff length of his cock wedging between your ass cheeks through your thin dress.
âCâmon, honeycrisp, reach a little bit more,â he urged, tilting your hips and bending his knees so that his hard bulge was pressed against your bare slit. Then he surged forward, lifting you just a little off the ground while he dragged the thick length of his cock against your weeping pussy.Â
You fell helplessly against the trunk of the tree, the apples forgotten as a low moan slipped past your lips. Ari teased you with his clothed cock, and your spine arched to bare more of yourself to his hard bulge. Craning your neck to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder, you gave him a desperate, pleading look.Â
âDaddy, please,â you begged on a whine, pushing back into his lap and wiggling your ass side to side to try to entice him into giving you something more. Youâd been teasing each other all day, and you were hitting a breaking point. You needed him to give you something.
Ari chuckled, burying his face in the side of your neck, his deep laughter rolling deliciously down your spine and settling between your thighs, until you were pulsing with desire. He curled around your body until he was surrounding you, your smaller form fitting perfectly within the cage of his arms.Â
He reached above you and easily plucked the apple heâd directed you to pick from the spot you hadnât been able to reach and presented it to you. At the same time, his other hand began to wander, groping your soft tits until you moaned prettily again for him.Â
âDoes it pass your inspection, darling?â he asked, urging you to focus on the apple he held in front of you.Â
Truthfully, you didnât care anymore about picking applesâyou had plenty of them in the basket at your feetâbut you did your best to look it over. You turned it over in your trembling fingers, checking for bruises and bugs. Finding it to be perfect, you nodded.Â
âYes, daddy.â
âGood girl,â Ari murmured, taking the apple from your hands and pulling away to set it on top of the pile in your basket.Â
You had to bite back a whine at the loss of him, but he was back against you a moment later, his warmth surrounding you as his arms curled around your body. His hands slid up your sides and cupped your tits, kneading them in his big, strong hands until your head fell back against his shoulder and you let out a soft whimper of need.
âNow is that enough apples, honeycrisp?â he asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.
âYuh huh,â you mumbled, nodding weakly as you arched your spine and pushed your chest into Ariâs hands. He rewarded you by pinching and plucking your nipples through the soft cotton of your dress, wringing a weak whine from your lips. âPlenty.âÂ
âGood,â Ari rumbled, pressing his face into the side of your neck, his mouth licking and nipping at your skin like you tasted as sweet as the fruit youâd been picking, his rough beard making you shiver in his hold. âBecause if I had to see your pretty pussy winking at me from beneath your skirt one more time while you were bending over or reaching for some apples, it was going to drive me fucking wild.â
A low moan slipped free from your lips while one of Ariâs hands skimmed down your front, sliding under the hem of your dress and cupping you between your thighs. His big hand covered your entire mound, which was sticky with your juices.Â
He growled when he felt just how wet you were, the sound reverberating down your spine and making your pussy spasm, more wetness dripping from your slit and into his palm.
âFuck,â Ari ground out through gritted teeth, his voice rough with his own barely leashed desire. âYouâre soaking wet for me, honeycrispâI gotta feel you,â he said, an urgency in his voice as he sank two fingers into your drenched hole, pulling another moan from you. His hips were grinding his bulge against your ass so hard, you could feel him throbbing. âGotta feel this tight warm cunt on my cock, âm not gonna make it back to the carâneed you now.â
âAri,â you whispered harshly, trying to sound angry, but the two syllables of his name came out dipped in desire and you felt your sugar daddy shudder against your back, his fingers working harder inside your sopping cunt, his palm making soft slapping sounds every time he bottomed out. âWe shouldnât.âÂ
Despite your weak protest, you rolled your head to the side on Ariâs shoulder, peering through the branches of the tree toward where youâd left the crowds of other apple pickers. They were still so distant you couldnât hear them over your soft, gasping breaths, but there was no telling when someone might stray from the others. They could stumble upon you at any moment.Â
The only protection you had from wandering eyes were the branches of the apple tree. Thankfully, they were close enough and the leaves dense enough that you couldnât see much beyond Ariâs big body, but if someone came close enough, theyâd no doubt hear you or Ari, and then youâd be caught.
âWeâre going to get arrested,â you scolded in a hushed tone before turning your head to bury your face in Ariâs beard and stifle the moan on the tip of your tongue. He hadnât stopped fucking you with his fingers and your reluctance was ebbing from your body just as surely as your desire was leaking into his hand.Â
Instead of responding to your statement with the seriousness you felt it deserved, Ari simply chuckled against your cheek and used his thumb to circle your clit, making your hips jerk into his hand, your body wordlessly begging him for more while you muffled a whine into the underside of his jaw.Â
âWeâll be fine, honeycrisp,â Ari soothed in a placating tone that made you growl like a feral kitten into his throat, so he switched tactics, his voice going low and rough. âDonât you wanna feel me, honey?â He asked, grinding his hard length into your soft ass until you mewled pathetically. âDonât you wanna drip your sweet juices all over daddyâs cock like a good girl?âÂ
It was on the tip of your tongue to give in. You knew you shouldnât. You knew there was a very real possibility that you could get caught, and it was only your fear of the potential consequences that held your words at bay. But Ari was well acquainted with the fear that held you back, and he knew exactly how to help you break through it.Â
âJust the tip,â he murmured, his voice so warm you could hear the smile in it. âJust take the tip, and stay quiet, and weâll be golden.â He nuzzled your face, his beard rasping over your soft skin and sending tingles of delight all through your body.Â
You knew it was a ploy. You knew that Ari knew that youâd never be able to settle for just the tip of his cockâafter all, you never had before. But it was easier to pretend you could settle for just the tip than to say yes to Ari fucking you in the middle of the apple orchard when there were people not too far away. It was the small step you needed to break free from your fear.
Lifting your head, you looked around. There was nothing to see except dense branches and leaves and endless apples. Ariâs body hid you entirely from sight, and you still couldnât hear anyone else close by, so if you stayed quiet, you really could get away with a quickie in the orchard.Â
A wicked smile spread across your face and you turned your head to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder.
âJust the tip?â you asked, you voice laced with suggestion. You knew Ari was going to end up sinking much more of his cock into you, but you wanted to play along for a little bit. âPromise, daddy?â Your question was meant to sound innocent, but you couldnât help the way the corners of your lips wavered in an eager grin.
Ari chuckled and kissed the corner of your mouth, because he knew exactly what you were doing. âI promise, darlingâŠâ he said, trailing off as he pulled his fingers from your pussy with an embarrassingly wet sound that made him grin. âUnless, of course, you beg me like a good girl.âÂ
âHurry, daddy,â you cooed, wiggling your ass against Ariâs bulge, a teasing smile on your lips as you watched him over your shoulder.Â
Ariâs eyes darkened and then he was using his clean hand to fumble with his belt and fly while he swatted your pussy playfully with his drenched fingers. You gasped and twitched, trying to stay quiet and failing miserably as desperate keening sound slipped from your mouth.
At your urging, Ari wasted no time, shoving his pants open and pulling out his cock, pushing your dress up over your ass and rubbing the tip through your drenched folds. Both of you groaned, Ariâs face falling forward against your shoulder while you grabbed onto the trunk of the tree in front of you, trying to stay upright while your knees trembled.Â
Then Ari was pushing inside, the head of his cock sinking into the warmth of your pussy. The stretch of him was too delicious, and you moaned louder than was wise, but you couldnât help yourself. He felt too good.Â
âWhatâd I say about staying quiet?â Ari rumbled in your ear, right before he shoved his fingers in your mouth. The tart taste of your wetness mixed with apples burst on your tongue and you moaned again, licking wildly at his fingers to get as much of it as you could. âMm, thatâs it, clean up your mess, honeycrispâshow daddy what a good girl you can be.â
Ariâs other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady while he fucked you with just the tip of his cock, pushing into your tight hole and pulling free until the tease of it drove you wild.Â
âMm-oah, mm-oah,â you begged around Ariâs fingers, trying to push back on Ariâs stiff length and take more of him, but he held you still, forcing you to take only what he gave you. You bounced impatiently, the foot that was still lifted on one of the branches shaking it so furiously, the leaves rattled and a few apples dropped to the ground.
âOh, did you want something, honey?â Ari asked, his tone filled with mocking innocence as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. You shot him a half-hearted glare over your shoulder, pouting.Â
âI need more, daddy, please,â you begged, giving him your best desperate, pleading look while you pushed back against his hold, reveling in the way he didnât let you move to take him further. âPlease split me open with your thick cock, daddyâI need it.â
Ari blew out a sharp breath. âFuck, I wanna tease you some more, but I canâtâneed you too bad, honey,â Ari rasped, squeezing your hip while his other arm wrapped loosely around the front of your throat, so the bulge of his bicep was just beneath your chin.Â
âRemember, stay quiet.â His hushed words were your only warning before Ari slammed into you, shoving every inch of his hard cock into your wet, needy cunt.Â
A scream welled up inside your chest, your mouth dropping open as it clawed its way up your throat, but at the last second before it was set free, you managed to bury your face in Ariâs bicep. Your teeth sank into his warm, golden skin and you bit your sugar daddy while you screamed into his arm.Â
His tortured groan was loud, but only because it poured directly into your ear, the sound dripping in pleasure as your inner walls squeezed his hard cock and made room for the thick length of him in the depths of your body.
Bliss consumed you, the stinging edge of Ari pushing inside you so fast and stretching you so suddenly making your body burn all the hotter. Already, your cunt was pulsing around Ariâs cock like you wanted him to stay buried inside you for a long time and you sighed happily, pulling your teeth from your sugar daddyâs arm.Â
While Ari gave you a moment to adjust, his hand kneading the plush softness of your hip, you kissed and licked at the indents your teeth had left in his skin. He chuckled, brushing a kiss against your temple, an acceptance of your wordless apology.Â
âReady, honey?â Ari asked softly, nuzzling your cheek while he rolled his hips, grinding his cock into you in a way that had you moaning again. âThis is gonna be hard and fast. I canâtâI gotta pound your pretty pussy,â he rumbled, his tone almost apologetic with the urgency in it. âGotta feel you dripping around me, squeezing me, milking me.â
His hand shifted from your hip to slip between your thighs, his fingers finding your slippery clit and rubbing the puffy pearl. He grunted when you clenched around him, his fingers stroking you harder and winding your pleasure higher while he rolled his hips, fucking you in short, sharp thrusts.
âFuck, honey, fuck,â he bit out, his breaths heavy in between every word. âTell me youâre ready for me to move.â
âPlease, yes, move,â you cried propping your chin on Ariâs bicep while your nails dug into the trunk of the tree in front of you. You used your grip to brace yourself and push back on Ariâs cock, taking him deeper with every thrust. âNeed you, daddy, please, please, please,â you babbled, your voice coming out strained with the effort to keep it quiet.
âFucking right you need meâjust like I need you,â Ari growled, pulling his hips back and slamming forward, driving into you with so much force, you could hear the soft sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. âYou have the sweetest, tightest pussy Iâve ever hadâbest fucking pussy in the world. I dream about it when Iâm not with you,â he confessed, his words rough like heâd pulled them from the depths of his soul. âDream about pumping you full of my come until your bellyâs bulging with me, honey.â
Your mind reeled at Ariâs confession even as your body sank deeper into his hold. You were still trying to catch up on processing his words but your pussy was clenching around his cock greedily, as if begging for him to come inside you already.Â
In that moment, a singular truth crystalized in your mind: Youâd been deluding yourself into thinking you didnât care for Ariâthat he didnât care for you. It was very clear that Ari did care about you, and you cared about him.
All those boundaries in your relationship, you realized youâd been the one creating them, not Ari. Ari had been patient, chipping away at the walls youâd built around yourself until heâd somehow found his way in. Heâd dreamed about you, and youâd thought he was just another sugar daddy looking to have some fun. Youâd been so wrong about him.
At the weight of your realization, you nearly collapsed against the tree, but managed to hold yourself up, sobbing with pleasure and emotion. Ari seemed to sense the shift in your mood and he slowed his movements, as if he was going to stop, but you shook your head, feeling feral with your need for him.Â
âPlease, daddy,â you cried softly, your voice hoarse with the flood of affection filling your heart. It was emphasized by the feeling of Ari inside you, surrounding you, your body cradled in his arms while he fuckd you like he wanted you to never forget the feel of him. âFill me up, make me your perfect little cumslut, daddy, just keep meâkeep me.âÂ
âAlways,â he rasped, his lips at your temple. The promise in that single word buried deep in your heart, taking root.Â
Something changed between you and Ari, and you knew he felt it too because he started fucking you faster than before, his hips snapping harder against your ass so he could push deep into your cunt with every thrust.
âFuck, honey, âm almost there, are you close?â he rasped, his tone desperate.Â
Your head bobbed in a nod.Â
âUh huh, âm close, just need a little moreâŠâ you trailed off in a whine, trying to push back on his cock and grind your clit against his stroking fingers at the same time.
Thankfully, Ari understood what you were begging for, and he rubbed you harder, his fingers relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure while he rutted into your cunt.
âCâmon, honey, come on daddyâs cock,â he rumbled in your ear, his voice deliciously deep to match his dirty words and push you closer to the edge. âBe a good little cumslut and milk my cock, make me fill your sweet pussy with all my come, honey.âÂ
You buried your face into Ariâs bicep again, your teeth sinking into his skin as you screamed your release. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through your body, until your limbs were trembling and your fingers were shaking against the outside of Ariâs arm, having forgotten when youâd let go of the tree to cling to him.
With a grunt, Ariâs cock twitched inside you, reacting to the sting of your bite and the merciless grasping of your inner walls around his hard length. His hips stuttered, then he started fucking into you wildly, his thrusts falling out of rhythm while he chased his own release.Â
âGood girl, honey, so good, feel so fucking good milking daddyâs cock,â he muttered, cutting off on a deep groan while his cock throbbed inside you.
Ari spilled himself deep in your cunt and you moaned weakly, pulling back from his arm and licking his golden skin to sooth the indents your teeth had left behind. He tasted like salty skin and sweet apples and you hummed in pleasure as you rode out the remainder of your release with your bodies writhing together.
After a few long moments basking in the glorious afterglow of coming together, Ari took a deep breath and shifted his arm, chuckling lowly when you whimpered at the loss of his bicep to lick and kiss. He made it up to you by turning your head and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, pouring all the affection you finally knew he felt for you into the way his mouth moved against yours.Â
When he pulled away, leaving you slightly breathless, Ari leveled you with a serious look.Â
âYou know youâre special to me, donât you, honey?â he asked, using the new pet name that you knew was shortened from âhoneycrispâ.Â
Youâd been too wrapped up in your own head to notice the way it rolled off his tongueâit was an endearment for someone Ari cared about, someone who was special to him, as he said.
Biting your kiss-swollen lower lip, feeling a little abashed that it had taken you so long to realize what Ari felt for you, you nodded. You could feel your cheeks warming, and tried to duck your head, but Ari only chuckled and caught your lips in another kiss, though it was briefer.
When heâd kissed away your anxiety, Ari set about extricating himself from you, pulling free from your body and helping you down from the tree. He quickly stuffed his softening cock back into his pants and then helped smooth your dress back over your hips before doing up his slacks. You turned to him, brushing his hair back from his face and warming at the way he was smiling down at you.Â
Ari had an infectious grin on his face, and you couldnât help but return it, your heart feeling warm and cozy in your chest.Â
The two of you smiled goofily as you helped right each otherâs appearances. Once youâd fixed yourselves as much as possible, Ari stooped down to pick up the basket of apples youâd picked, then grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together and planting a kiss on the back of your palm before heading off back to the farm stand.
As you walked past all the crowds of people, you were certain everyone knew what you and Ari had gotten up to in the orchard, but no one stopped or stared or said anything. They were all too focused on their own friends and families and the task of apple picking to notice you and Ari, or your big, silly smiles.
At the farm stand, Ari paid for the apples, then loaded them into his Lexus before helping you into the passenger seat. He dropped a kiss to your forehead, then rounded the front of the car and slid into his own seat.
You were quiet on the drive back to the city, your mind ruminating over the beginning of your relationship with Ari. When you thought back to your first few dates, you realized youâd been the one who was hesitant to answer any personal questions from your sugar daddyâand youâd never asked any of him. Youâd also been the one to balk at the idea of either going back to his place or your apartment, leading him to get hotel rooms.Â
Ari had been the one to respect your boundaries, even as heâd tried to get to know you better. Heâd tried to ask you questions you felt comfortable answeringâit was how heâd found out you liked apple picking, because youâd chosen it as a fall-themed date. Heâd been so careful with you, it made your heart hurt a little that youâd kept him at armâs length for so long.
Turning from the scenery of the foliage fading into the cityscape of New York, you ran your eyes over Ariâs profile. His expression was easy, relaxed and open, the hint of a smile on his face. Youâd thought he just always looked like that, but you realized it was because he was with you.Â
Reaching across the center console, you scooped up Ariâs hand and laced your fingers through his before settling your joined hands on your thigh. He glanced at you, shooting you a quick smile and squeezing your fingers, before turning back to the road.
By the time the car pulled into the underground parking garage of the high-rise on the Upper West Side where Ari lived, you were resolved to try to let your guard down a little more around him. Ari had shown you he could be trusted with your heart just as much as your body, and you were determined to show him you trusted him with all of you.Â
Still, it was a little intimidating walking into his apartment for the first time, the anxiety that he was only bringing you there because he wanted something from youâsomething you didnât want to giveâwas a knot in your stomach. But then you looked at Ari and you realized heâd never do that to you. He was bringing you to his home because he wanted to, not because he wanted something from you.Â
Ariâs penthouse was warm and cozy, decorated in dark brown wood and warm golden tones, with hints of blue that reminded you of the ocean. You realized you knew Ari was a fan of the beach, because so many of the trips heâd taken you on had been close to the water. Walking into his home felt like walking into a reflection of his heart, and you didnât take that for granted.
After setting down the apples on a table next to the door and stepping out of your shoes, Ari took you on a tour of his apartment, both the upstairs and the downstairs (because it was big enough to have two floors!). He showed you every room, including his bedroom and his study, tugging you into each by your joined hands when you seemed hesitant to enter his spaces.
Ari left the kitchen for last, but the two of you lingered in the living room, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Central Park. Ari wrapped his arms around you from behind, swaying you lightly from side to side, almost like you were dancing.Â
âYou have a beautiful home, Ari,â you said, looking out over the city and appreciating the way the buildings and treetops were cast in the warm, yellow glow of afternoon sunshine. An errant thought crossed your mind, that you could get used to the view from Ariâs apartment. It was stunning.
âThank you, honey,â Ari murmured, dropping a kiss to the base of your throat while his arms squeezed you tighter. He buried his face in your neck, so his words were a little muffled when he said, âI always hoped youâd like it enough to want to come over again and⊠again.â
You could hear in the pause of his words where heâd stopped himself from saying something different, and you wondered over it. But you knew yourself well enough not to ask. If just walking into his apartment felt like a big step, you knew asking him what heâd meant to say might spook you a bit too much, and you didnât want that. So you just hummed in response.
Ari chuckled, like he somehow knew it was taking effort for you to be in his apartment, and he thought it was cute how difficult it was for you. His mouth trailed up your neck, effectively distracting you from your thoughts, before nipping at the edge of your jaw.Â
âWant to see the kitchen now?âÂ
Nodding so eagerly, you nearly head-butted him, you turned in his hold and looked up at him with expectant eyes. Ari gave you an affectionate smile, then grabbed your hand and led the way to the kitchen.
Heâd saved it for last, and when you stepped inside, you understood why. A gasp slipped from your lips as you took in the beautiful space. The color scheme of the apartment carried over to the kitchen, with dark brown cabinets and lighter wood countertops. There was a pop of blue in the backsplash, and all kinds of expensive gadgetry.Â
You were so busy taking everything in, it took you a moment to spot the brand-new stand mixer sitting on the counter in a color that matched the rest of the room. Beside it were some of the ingredients youâd need for the apple crisp cheesecake youâd told Ari you wanted to make and you realized his assistant mustâve already come and gone.Â
Walking over and running your fingers over the sleek mixer, tears welled up in your eyes. It took effort to blink them away, and you shook your head slightly at yourself. It seemed silly to be crying over a stand mixer, but it felt bigger than that, like it was a sign of Ari making room in his life for you. He wanted you there, he wanted to keep you, like youâd begged him to.Â
âEverything ok, honey?â Ari asked, coming to stand behind you, but not touching you, giving you some space while you processed everything youâd realized that day.
âYeah,â you said, your voice thick, no doubt giving away the emotion you were feeling. Before you could overthink it, you spun around and threw your arms around Ariâs shoulders, launching yourself at him for a tight hug. âYou bought a mixer,â you stated, as if that was explanation enough.Â
A soft laugh rumbled in Ariâs chest and he swept a hand down your spine, comforting you while a few tears leaked down your cheeks and into the collar of his denim shirt.
âWell, yeah,â he responded good-naturedly, a smile in his voice. âI did say I wanted you to want to come back, didnât I?âÂ
âUh huh,â you mumbled, laughing a little at his comment. Then you murmured, in a small voice, âThank you.â
âAnytime,â Ari said, sounding genuine.Â
For a long moment, you hugged him, and then you pulled away, swiping at your cheeks to clear away any tears or makeup.Â
âIs the offer still open to bake while wearing only your shirt?â you asked, tipping your head back to smile shyly at Ari while your fingers played with the collar of his button-up. Â
A grin spread across his face while shrugged out of the denim shirt. Then, to your surprise, he yanked his t-shirt off over his head, asking you which one you wanted.Â
You took the denim one with fumbling fingers, your eyes raking over his bare chest while warmth bloomed deep in your core. It wasnât the first time youâd seen Ari shirtless, of course, but you never got tired of looking at the expanse of his golden skin, dusted with dark brown hair that you wanted to rake your nails through.Â
Ari let you look for a moment, using your distraction to help you slip out of your dress. Then he eased your arms into the denim shirt and buttoned it up, his big hands pausing briefly to grope your soft body every few moments.Â
There was a glimmer of deep satisfaction in his blue eyes when he stepped back to look at you in his shirt.Â
âMm, you look so pretty, honey,â he rasped, taking one last look before crowding you into the counter at your back. His gaze darkened as he stared down at you, his grin turning wolfish when he rumbled, âI think I need a snack before you start baking.â
That was your only warning. You shrieked with surprised laughter when Ari hauled you back into the living room and tossed you down on one of his leather couches. Your giggles cut off abruptly in a moan when Ari descended on you, burying his face between your thighs and feasting on you like he was starving.
Your fingers twisted in Ariâs brown hair while he ate your pussy, encouraging you to scream your pleasure in the comfort of his home while he made you come against his mouth. You shattered apart with a loud cry while he fucked you with his tongue, his mouth greedily devouring your release, and the come heâd buried inside you earlier, like he hadnât eaten in days.Â
When he finally pulled away, Ariâs beard was soaked in your juices and he grinned up your body while you lay limply on the couch, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. Chuckling at the sight of you sprawled out on his couch, Ari pressed wet kisses to the inside of your thighs, licking the traces of your release from your skin.
âFuck, honey, I canât get enough of you,â he rumbled, his big hands kneading your plush thighs and hips, proving his point since it seemed like he couldnât stop touching you. The blatant need and desire in his voice sent a shiver racing down your spine.
âIf you keep going, I wonât have the strength to bake,â you warned him in a breathless voice, managing to lift your head enough to give him a stern look.Â
Ari laughed into your thigh, pressing one last kiss to your skin before he raised up and gave you a wink. âCanât have that,â he quipped, grabbing your hands and helping you up off the couch. You stumbled a little, your legs weak from your orgasm, but Ari caught you easily, wrapping his arm around your waist while he led you into the kitchen.Â
Once you were propped up against the counter near the stand mixer, Ari left to retrieve the apples from the entryway. When he returned, you noticed he carried a pair of slippers that matched the ones heâd put on. Without saying a word, he set them on the floor next to your bare feet and carried on to start washing the fruit in the sink.Â
You stepped into the slippers, your heart warming when you realized they were a perfect fit. For a long moment, you stared at Ariâs bare shoulders and broad back, wondering how youâd ever kept such a thoughtful man at armâs length. Well, you decided, once again, you wouldnât be doing that anymore.Â
Turning back to the stand mixer and the ingredients, you organized everything on the counter, going to the fridge to pull out everything else youâd need.Â
To your surprise, you and Ari worked well together in the kitchen. Once he was done cleaning all the apples youâd picked, he asked what he could do next, and you put him to work peeling and coring the fruit while you worked on the other elements of the cheesecake.Â
When it came time to bake, Ari took the pan from your hands and popped it into the oven while you set a timer. Tension crackled between the two of you after the oven had snapped closed, and you came together in a flurry of limbs. Ari guided you back into the living room while he kissed you, his hands making quick work of removing all your remaining clothes.
You rode Ari to another orgasm while the sweet treat baked, the golden glow of the New York City sunset keeping the apartment awash in warm hues that made you feel cozyâlike you were home.Â
Once you were both sated, you collapsed on top of Ariâs chest, burying your face in his neck and nuzzling into his beard. You inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne, vetiver and leather, with a little bit of cinnamon from baking, and melted against him. You wanted to breathe in nothing but that scent for the rest of your lifeâand you refused to let that thought scare you.
Ari pulled a flannel blanket off of the back of his couch and wrapped it around you both, your pussy keeping his cock warm while you cuddled together until the timer went off.Â
You couldnât help but laugh as you watched Ari take the baking pan out of the oven wearing only an oven mitt on his hand. You, meanwhile, stood off to the side with the flannel blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Heâd told you the blanket was highly flammable and insisted you stay clear of the oven with a stern look that made your insides go all gooey.
The two of you made out in the kitchen and made dinner while the cheesecake cooled. All the while, you kept thinking how easy it was to be with Ari, how you could see what your life would be like together. And you liked how it looked. You liked kissing him whenever you wanted and asking him about what movies he liked and what was the last book he read.
After dinner, you ate a slice of cheesecake together, and you couldnât keep your eyes off of Ariâs face, enjoying every little groan and expression of pleasure he made. It was erotic enough that you left the last bite for him, getting to your feet to walk around the table and straddle his lap.Â
He fucked you to another, blisteringly hot orgasm, and laughed only a little when you fell against his chest with an exhausted, but satisfied, sigh.Â
In a soft voice, Ari asked if youâd stay the night, and the hope in his tone made your heart warm enough that you ignored the brief flicker of anxiety the question prompted. You shushed the worry inside you and said yes.Â
Together, you cleaned up the kitchen and then Ari led you upstairs to the bedroom, pausing every few minutes to kiss you, like he wanted to remind himself you were still there.Â
He gave you some of his clothes to wear to bed and showed you where everything was in his bathroom. You couldnât help but notice that he had all of your favorite products, and a spare toothbrush for you. You smiled as you got ready for bed and slipped under the covers with him.
âDid you have a good day, honey?â Ari asked, pulling you into his body and wrapping you up in his arms. You were wearing one of his t-shirtsâa clean oneâwhile he had on a pair of boxer briefs. You hummed happily when your legs tangled together, enjoying the feel of his warm skin and tickling hair against you.Â
âMm, I had the best day, Ari,â you murmured sleepily, the comfort and warmth of his bed making it easy to let your exhaustion creep in. âKiss,â you said, turning your head and repeating the greeting Ari had given you when heâd picked you up.
Your sugar daddy chuckled, the sound rumbling down your spine and making your heart flutter with delight. Your eyes were already closed, but you could feel his smile when he pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips.Â
âDonât worry, honey, Iâll still be here in the morning,â he promised, his words assuaging a fear you hadnât realized youâd felt, and you sighed in contentment.
Everything had changed between you and Ari, and you couldnât help but think it was for the better. You were still a little anxious about opening yourself up to someone, especially a sugar daddy, but Ari had shown you that you could trust himâreally trust him, with all your heartâand you were determined to do just that.
âGânight, Ari,â you whispered into the pillow that smelled like him, a hint of a smile in the curve of your mouth as sleep claimed you.Â
âGood night, honey,â Ari crooned in your ear, his voice gentle and soft and oh so affectionate. âMy sweet, sweet honeycrisp.â
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đđđąđ«đąđ§đ : sugar daddy!Ari Levinson x naive!reader
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: sugar daddy Ari, age gap, smutt, daddy!kink, ab riding, dirty talk.
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đ/đ: Random spontaneous Halloween "drabble" that is 3.8k words long lol. Inspired by the hottest daddy of them all, Ari Levinson, and his gorgeous abs. Hence the gif. Enjoy! And Happy Halloween, despite the fact that this drabble is not spooky at all.
âTwirl for me again, princess.â
Ari leans back against the headboard of his king-sized bed, his blue eyes dark as navy as he brings his glass of scotch up to his lips and takes a sip. His gaze is stuck on you as he lounges relaxedly, still dressed in his suit from work. Well, youâd taken his jacket off and loosened his tie for him before heâd patted you on your bum and sent you to your dressing room to try on the new costume heâd got for you.
Youâd only been seeing Ari for two months. And by âseeingâ you meant youâd only been his sugar baby for about two months, when youâd met him at the cocktail bar where you worked as a waitress. Heâd come by one night with a bunch of his colleagues (all of them in expensive suits, clearly extremely wealthy). That notion had been confirmed when heâd pressed a few hundred-dollar bills into your hand at the end of the night, his eyes looking at you expectantly as if he knew youâd give him your number.
You had, of course. What followed was two months filled with expensive gifts, a hefty weekly allowance, a new designer wardrobe, glittering jewels and some incredible sex to top it all off. Youâd gotten to know Ari in many different ways these past sixty days. But what you didnât know he was so big on Halloween.
Your âcostumeâ was for Ariâs eyes only, as heâd warningly told you when heâd handed you the shopping bag. And there was no way you couldâve worn it anywhere else: the baby pink satin negligee barely reached mid-thigh, but it was so breathtakingly pretty, so dainty with the lacy white trim and matching satin white gloves. The back was almost completely exposed, showcasing the pretty pink lace panties you had on underneath (with a heart-shaped cut-out that exposed your bum). A sparkly tiara on your head completed the look.
He'd dressed you as his little princess.
âHow come you donât have a costume, Ari?â You ask as you twirl around for him slowly, trying not to topple over in the expensive white pumps heâd also made you wear.
Ari licks his lips, beckoning you closer with just a look. Heâd trained you well in the two months heâd had you, moulding you into his perfect angel who leapt at his slightest command. It was easy, since you were so cute and innocent, and so happy to please him. All he had to do was look at you a certain way and youâd jump to obey him. He watches you closely now, looking so precious and hot in your little princess costume (or lingerie, rather) and your lips part as you eagerly move closer to him, almost tripping in your heels to do so.
He chuckles, âIâm too old to be dressing up for Halloween, sweetheart.â
You pout, âYouâre not old, Ari! Youâre just perfect!â
He canât help but smile at your cuteness and naivety; he really had plucked up the prettiest and most innocent little girl with a heart of pure gold.
âThatâs real sweet of you, baby. Now turn around and bend over for me so I can see that cute baby ass.â He takes another sip of his scotch. Youâd made him his favourite drink the moment heâd walked into his penthouse apartment where youâd been waiting for him like the delectable little treat you were â sweeter than any Halloween candy, and he could ravage you forever without ever feeling sick.
You giggle, feeling slightly rebellious. Youâd had a few sips of wine before heâd come home, your anticipations running high whilst you waited impatiently for him. He was like a drug to you, with his rugged good looks and muscular body and charming smile. You were also incredibly attracted to the power he wielded; Ari owned and was the CEO of multiple companies across the globe, and for the life of you, you couldnât imagine how heâd ever decided to ask for your number that one fateful night two months ago.
âBut Ari, since Iâm a princess tonight, that means Iâm royalty. Which means I donât have to follow anyoneâs orders but my own, right?â You smile triumphantly.
Ari looks infinitely amused as he runs his hand through his unruly hair, his other hand inching down to palm his clothed crotch.
âLittle princesses like you still have to take orders from their daddy,â he informs you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you teeter in your high heels. âWhich, by the way, is what you should be addressing me as. You call me Ari one more time and Iâll take you over my knee. I donât care if itâs Halloween.â
You pout harder, looking so extra cute that Ari has to pace himself from reaching over and grabbing you right then and there. Heâs waited to dress you up in this costume for a while now, though, and he knows he needs to savour it.
âThatâs a good little princess,â he murmurs in approval once you turn around and bend over, giving him the perfect view of your cute ass. âLook at those pretty little princess panties, hugging that cute baby ass. You like your panties, baby?â
âY-Yeah,â you pant, and he knows youâre turned on by his words. âThank you, daddy, I really like them.â
âYou like being my little princess?â
âYes, daddy. Wanna be your princess forever.â
Ari canât help but crack a smile at how cute you are, and when you say things like that, he just wants to gather you in his arms and plant a thousand kisses to your face, cuddle with you and buy you whatever you please. But he has to keep a strong resolve tonight, because heâs been waiting for an opportunity to ravage you in your princess costume for ages now, and heâs been working overtime at the office and he knows he deserves this.
âDaddy? Can I stop bending over now? Itâs startinâ to hurt.â
Ari swirls his glass of scotch around absentmindedly, a wicked look crossing his face, âSoon, baby. First, I want you to spank yourself.â
You gasp, and then thereâs a pause.
âM-Me? Spank myself?â
âYou heard me, baby. I wonât repeat myself.â
You reach back gingerly, squeezing your eyes shut because youâve got your back to him and you know he canât see (usually, he always demands you keep your eyes open). You give your behind a tentative little slap, feeling embarrassed to say the least.
âHarder, sweetheart. How can you be a princess if you donât have a firm hand?â You can hear the smugness in his voice, and it just turns you on more. You know your new princess panties are soaked through, and you wonder if he can tell.
âB-But I donât wanna have a firm hand,â you whimper, already feeling very submissive. You like it when he spanks you (although it hurts but it hurts so good). But you spanking yourself? Itâs embarrassing. It turns you on because youâre doing it for him, but itâs still embarrassing.
âAre you talking back to me, baby?â Ariâs eyes are hooded with lust as he openly palms his dick.
âSorry, daddy,â you bite your lip before giving your ass another slap â harder this time. And Ari exhales slowly as he watches your ass jiggle cutely, and he commands you to hit yourself again, to not stop until he says so. And he watches you spank yourself, turned on beyond belief at your complete submission.
âFuck, you have such a cute ass, baby. Squeeze it for me.â He orders you, voice gruff and strained because of how horny he is.
You obey, squeezing the soft flesh through your barely-there panties. Ariâs fingers itch to touch you himself, make you mewl with pleasure just with his touch the way only he could. Because heâs the only one whoâs ever touched you like that, who ever would touch you like that. You were his baby, his little princess and heâd take care of you forever.
âStop. Now come here.â
You swallow, straightening up to walk over to him, except he stops you again by just a look.
âNo, baby. On your knees. Daddy wants you to crawl.â
You decide to test your luck one last time, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes, âBut daddy, Iâm supposed to be a princess and not a kitten. And princesses donât crawl.â
Ari rolls his eyes, âYouâll do as I say. Baby princesses like you still need to obey their daddy because youâre not in charge, got that?â
âY-Yeah, I got it.â You sink down to your knees and slink over to him, making sure to sway your hips as you crawl because you know he loves that. And you love how he looks at you darkly, his eyes so blown out with lust and want. As if heâs restraining himself from just grabbing you and fucking you. Because you know how virile he is, how high his sex drive is.
âThatâs my good little girl,â he coos, making you feel all special. You stop at the foot of the bed and he reaches down, petting the top of your head, stroking your hair like youâre some kind of pet. Your sparkly tiara falls lopsided, but manages to stay on your head. But you like how he strokes you, you like how affectionate it feels, and so you nuzzle up into his palm, wanting him to stroke you some more.
Instead, he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks you up, manhandling you as if youâre his little baby, till heâs got you nestled on top of him, and you can feel his hard dick underneath you. A wicked look in his eye, he straightens your tiara before patting your cheek condescendingly.
âHowâre you enjoying Halloween so far, princess?â
You mull over it, trying not to focus on his hard dick directly underneath your butt. âItâs nice. This is the first time in a few years that Iâve stayed in for Halloween, instead of going to a party.â
This was true, since being at college for the past two years meant that you always went out on Halloween.
âOh yeah? Youâd rather be at a frat party right now?â Ariâs hands land on your hips, grinding you down against his dick so that youâre effectively dry humping him. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head, and you made grabby hands at him but he holds you at bay.
âNo, no, no!â You answer desperately, trying to lean forward to kiss him but he holds you in place firmly, âWould much rather be with you, daddy. I love you so much.â
Ari can feel his heart melting fast. Youâre just so delectable and cute, blinking up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours. And it had been so easy for you to fall in love with him, youâd told him so only two weeks into your whirlwind romance. Heâd taken you out on his private yacht, and heâd bought you the prettiest sailor outfit, and youâd clung to him because you were scared you might fall overboard because of how clumsy you were.
But youâd looked so pretty as the salty sea air rushed over your face, and how you just wouldnât let go of his hand. You couldnât stop smiling either, and when heâd kissed you on the deck, holding you firm against the railing as the sun set into the ocean behind you, thatâs when youâd whispered it breathlessly against his lips. Like you couldnât keep it in any longer: I love you.
Youâd tried to tug away from him after that, embarrassed at how youâd let your inner feelings slip out so soon into your relationship with him. But you couldnât help it, he just made you feel so safe, so alive, so wonderful, so you. Youâd tried to make a hasty exit, making up an excuse that you had to make a phone call, and praying he hadnât heard you whisper those three forbidden wordsâŠ
But Ari had heard you, and his heart had swelled in a way he never thought it could. Heâd entered this relationship with you because he needed someone to take care of, and well, you were so hot the night heâd first seen you. So pretty and innocent and lovely. And then heâd gotten to know you, and you were so lively, and made him feel so youthful, made him feel so powerful and important, made him feel like he had to protect you while you danced around his life and made him laugh and cheered him up the way only you could.
Heâd held you tightly against him that night on the yacht, not letting you slip away as heâd cupped your beautiful face in his hands, and heâd told you that he loved you too, more than heâd ever loved anyone else. And the look on your face, that look of utter devotion and awe, like you had stars in your eyes â he wished he could bottle it up inside a jar and keep that look safe forever.
Thatâs how youâre looking at him now, in your cute little princess lingerie, and your lips are begging to be kissed. Ari canât stand it any longer, and he grabs you by the back of the neck and pulls you down, pressing his lips on yours in a heady kiss.
âYouâve been waiting for tonight, havenât you?â He breathes against your lips.
You swallow harshly and nod. Of course you had, the moment heâd texted you this morning telling you to be ready for him at his apartment when he got home. That was obvious code that he was going to ruin you tonight, and the pretty princess costume was just the cherry on top of the cake.
Biting your lip, you shyly untuck his shirt from his pants and lift it up, revealing his toned, hairy abs. God, he was the most beautiful man youâd ever seen â with an amazing, buff body that was twice the size of yours. He was bigger than you in every single way possible, and you sigh as your fingers run over the deep ridges of his tanned six pack.
Ari snorts, âLike what you see, princess?â
âUh huh. Youâre so hot.â You blurt out.
âThank you, baby. Why donât you give me your panties?â
The way he so casually redirects the conversation has your cheeks feeling hot and your pussy clenching in anticipation. Taking your panties off while straddling his crotch proves to be difficult, but youâre nimble enough to make it work. The lace is wet with your juices and your cheeks heat up even more as you hand your panties to him.
Ari brings the lacy material up to his nose, sniffing in your pretty scent. God, he wanted to be buried with your scent if it was possible. He canât help but find the gusset, sucking the silk into his mouth and tasting your juices.
âYouâre so sweet, princess.â He mutters, before shoving the panties in his pocket.
âIâm all wet, daddy,â you pout, knowing your wetness has seeped over to stain his pants as you sit on top of his crotch.
âOh yeah?â Ari feigns disinterest, busying himself with another sip of his scotch. âIs your little baby cunt getting needy?â
âYeah!â
âYou want daddy to take care of her? Your little cunt?â
You throb at his words, âYes, please!â
He makes no move to put his scotch away. âI think Iâd rather watch you, princess. You can rub yourself on me to make yourself cum.â
You shudder at how casually he says it, but at the same time bite your lip, âB-But daddy, I feel so empty down there. Need you inside me, pretty please?â
Ari pretends to mull over it, âI donât know, gorgeous, your baby pussyâs awfully tight. I donât think Iâd even get a finger in.â (That was true, you were super tight, but he could work you open in a matter of minutes. He always did, after all, but he wants you to work for an orgasm tonight).
You grab his hand and push it between your legs, feeling like youâre about to go into heat by how turned on you are. âY-You could stretch me open, daddy, I-I donât mind! Just wanna feel you inside me.â
âMaybe later, sweetie,â Ari murmurs, indulgently brushing your hair off your face and pulling your cheek when you pout. Of course, he definitely intended to fill you up real good, fuck both your holes silly with his cock and his tongue and his fingers. But the night was still young, and right now he wanted a show while he enjoyed his drink. âCâmon, baby, itâs Halloween. Even a princess has to work a little to get her treat.â
He picks you up by your waist, placing you on his hairy abs, which are rock hard just like his cock which is still in the confines of his pants.
You grab on to his shoulders to steady yourself, before you start moving. And oh, it feels absolutely heavenly, your quivering pussy rubbing against his hard abs, the hair on his torso catching against your swollen clit and immediately making you moan.
âF-Feels so good, daddy,â you whimper, and it makes Ari smile at how cute you are. How much you love it when he makes you feel good, how you selfishly chase after your own pleasure whenever you can because he knows itâs never felt this good for you before. You donât have to tell him that heâs the best youâve ever had â he can see it in your eyes every time.
âYeah? Is your cute baby cunt getting some relief? You enjoy using your daddy like this?â He mutters lowly, pinching your hip to make you move faster as he takes another sip of his scotch. His cock is incredibly tight still confined to his pants, and heâd have loved for you to grind against his cock instead but he knows he wouldâve blown his load because of the friction paired with how hot you look right now.
âYou enjoy dressing up like a little princess and giving your daddy a show?â He continues, feeling the beast inside him awaken as you whimper so cutely on top of him. With his fingers gripping your hip tightly, he roughly drags you back and forth over his abs, âThatâs right, slutty baby, make a mess all over daddy, you like that, donât you?â
âYes!â You cry, getting to that point where everything that leaves your mouth is either a plea or incoherent gibberish and crying. Thatâs when you get so submissive that there isnât a single thought in your head, and Ariâs sure he could make you do absolutely anything when youâre in that mindset.
His stomach is wet with your cream, and youâre grinding against him desperately now, and he knows youâll cum any second because it doesnât take much to get you to cum. He remembers doing this a lot with you in the early days of the relationship, when he knew for a fact youâd need a lot of prep before you could take his big, fat dick inside your pussy. So heâd made you grind on his torso instead, like how you were doing now, as a sort of practice before the real sex. And itâs like youâd never been pleasured before in your life because you came so quickly, over and over again, squirting all over him and begging for him to put it inside you.
Clearly, nothing had changed in two months.
He downs his scotch before setting the glass aside on his bedside table. Then he licks his lips, hand slipping down between your legs. He spreads your folds and you gasp, rocking your hips faster as you feel more now, your clit rubbing deliciously against his abs.
âCâmon, princess,â he urges, moving you up and down on his abs harder, âmake yourself cum, baby, squirt all over daddy like the good little girl I know you can be. Like all good princesses squirt on their daddies. You wanna be a good princess, donât you?â
âYeah, I do!â
âSay it, then.â
âW-Wanna be a good princess for you, daddy. Wanna be so good!â Your face is glistening with sweat and tears, and youâre working so hard for your release. He knows all he has to do is rub your clit once or twice, or even just press against it and youâd cum. But he wants you to work for it, so he can praise you for it and then reward you for making yourself cum with minimal help from daddy.
âYouâre daddyâs sexy little princess,â Ari murmurs lowly, pulling you down by the neck till your face is buried in the crook of his neck, and you bite at his skin and cry and moan his name as he talks, âyouâre doing such a good job, baby, rubbing that baby cunt all over daddyâs abs. Youâre so good for me, baby, so fucking good and I love you so much. Daddy loves you so much, honey. More than anything in the world.â
You squirt all over his stomach, your sweet cream covering ever ridge and dip of his muscular torso. You cry and cry, like how you often do when youâre overwhelmed when orgasming, grabbing at his face and kissing him, and he kisses you back fervently, allowing you to make out with him because he knows how overwhelmed and good you feel.
âThatâs such a good girl,â he praises you, rubbing your back as you quiver in his arms, and he can feel your pussy quivering too, âsuch a good fucking girl, you worked so hard, baby and Iâm so proud of you.â
âL-Love you so much, daddy,â you whimper pitifully, your poor tiara finally falling off your head, and Ari wants to chuckle at how spent you look, how exhausted you look from rubbing your pussy on him for a couple of minutes. He reminds himself to get you a bottle of water in a few minutes once youâve calmed down, because he knows heâll be keeping you busy for the better part of tonight and he wants you to have the energy for it.
But for now, heâll let you rest for a few minutes. You snuggle up into his chest, breathing hard as you try to catch your breath. Ari pours himself another scotch, and lights up his cigar, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke out in your direction.
âHappy Halloween, sweetheart,â he grins wickedly, and you lift your head up slightly to offer him a weak smile. âNow put your tiara back on, princess. The nightâs not over yet.â
AKSHDSAJGA WHAT DO YOU THINK???? PLEASE LET ME KNOW THIS WAS EXTREMELY SPONTANEOUS AFNKLAGNSKAL I JUST AM OBSESSED WITH SUGAR DADDY ARI AND HIS ABS BYE.
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Resignation
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You get to know Andy a bit more and put in your notice, but your boss doesn't it take it well. Word Count: Almost 4.4k Warnings: Slow burn, getting to know each other, sugar daddy contraction, tension, flirting, slight insecurities, inner monologue, yelling (apologies to anyone named Sean), Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?) Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics, Header - yours truly Previous Part: Sign the Dotted Line A/N: Welcome back to my Terms and Conditions AU! Hope you lovelies enjoy. Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. â€ïž Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
The feeling of floating on cloud nine wasn't something you experienced much in your life. There were high points, of course, but nothing like the elation that filled you as Andy went to make a copy of the contract. It was almost dizzying to think that for the next three quarters of a year, everything was going to be okay. Better than okay.
All thanks to Andy.
Estelle shrieked as she pulled you to your feet. âYou're a sugar baby! You're a sugar baby!â she sang, making you laugh as she did a little dance with it.
âI thought you said I was going to be his âcompanionâ,â you teased.
She leveled you with a look. âItâs the same thing,â she said, grabbing her bag. âAnd since your new âcompanionâ is taking you to the diner, why donât we celebrate tomorrow? You better give me all the details.â
You giggled again at the implication as she squeezed you in a tight hug. If you werenât happy before, you would've been thanks to her infectious attitude. âYou sure donât need me to head down with you?â
âNo, Iâm good. You just enjoy the rest of the day,â she said, winking at you and pointing at Andy when he came back. âHave fun and be good to her or Iâll destroy you,â she told him as she walked by with every ounce of confidence you wished you had. âAnd nice meeting you!â
You half expected there to be an air of awkwardness once the two of you were left alone and were surprised not to feel it at all. It was hard to describe the atmosphere outside of that, but it was something both familiar and new. Maybe that was because Andy continued to put you at ease all while exciting you. The next chapter of your time would be unpredictable in ways that you were looking forward to encountering.
Did he feel the same way?
Andy chuckled after a moment, the sound bringing a smile back to your face as he held up the papers in his hand. âI realize this is probably a bit outdated since everything is done electronically, but I prefer it this way.â
âI don't think itâs outdated,â you assured him as he handed you the contract, his fingers brushing yours. Would you ever get used to the jolt of electricity you felt at his touch? âItâs less of a chance of it getting leaked.â
Though it was you he worried about, you still wanted to protect his reputation.
âYes, it is,â he said, smiling to himself when you tucked the papers carefully in your folder. âEstelle is serious, isnât she? Sheâll destroy me if I hurt you?â
âOh, yeah. She isnât afraid of anyone,â you said as you shifted slightly on your feet. âBut I wouldn't worry about her. I don't expect you to hurt me.â
He had to know that.
Andy took a step closer. âSheâs a good person to have on your side,â he commented, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the soft look in his eyes. âAnd I have no intention of hurting you.â
You carefully considered his words with furrowed brows. âAren't you supposed to say you promise not to hurt me?â
A sad smile touched his lips. âPeople make promises and usually do so for the right reasons, but they don't always lead to the desired outcome,â he replied as if he peeled back a small layer of himself that still left you with questions. âTake the weeklong silence, for example. I inadvertently hurt you by not reaching out.â
Your cheeks flamed, almost wishing you hadn't mentioned it. âBut we talked about that. You didn't mean anything by it.â
âYes, we did talk about it and I'm glad you told me how you felt. I still caused doubt in your mind though,â he said, his tone gentle and understanding without breaking eye contact. âSo while I do want to promise that Iâll never hurt you, I'd rather promise that I have no intention of ever hurting you. Because I don't.â
It took a moment to recall that Andy was married once years ago. While you weren't sure why things ended, did his divorce give him a new perspective on making and keeping promises? Or was it his time as a lawyer?
Whatever the reason you had to respect him for his outlook.
âI appreciate that and I will hold you to that,â you said, falling in step beside him as you headed for the door.
He raised an eyebrow as he held it open for you to go through, allowing you to catch the scent of his cologne again as you walked past. You almost asked what brand it was just so you could get a bottle and spritz your worn in sweatshirts. âIsn't this the part where you promise you have no intention of hurting me?â He questioned.
âI don't think I have the power to hurt you,â you replied, not looking behind you as you headed toward the elevator. You were positive you didn't have that kind of influence nor did you want to hurt him. âBut I promise that I have no intention to do so.â
You froze when he leaned in close, his beard ticking your ear and it took all of your inner strength not to turn your head toward him. âNever underestimate how powerful you are, honey,â he whispered, your breath rushing out of your lungs as he stepped back and gestured to the open elevator doors. âShall we?â
âSure,â you replied, your voice more breathy than you intended as you stepped inside. You swore you caught him smiling before he joined you.
âI gave my driver the afternoon off, so youâre stuck with me,â he said, pressing the button for the lowest level before the doors slid shut. âI hope thatâs okay.â
âI think I can handle you driving,â you teased, happy that the two of you would be alone for part of the evening.
He chuckled before he went quiet again. The silence was comfortable, the soft dings as you passed each floor the only sound in the space. It gave you a moment to admire the man beside you. With his perfect posture, chin held high, and pristine suit, you tried to picture how he looked when he simply relaxed. No eyes on him. No one expecting anything from him.
Maybe he can show me that side of himself sometime soon.
âYouâre staring,â he stated.
You smiled, not at all embarrassed that he caught you without looking your way. âI guess itâs because Iâm still trying to figure you out.â
That and he was still one of the most handsome men you had ever seen.
But who was Andy Barber beyond his money? Your hero and your second chance at a better life, but what else? What did he do for fun? What did he want out of life, years from now?
Andy swung his head toward you as the elevator came to a stop. âI guess that makes two of us then.â
You found yourself in his car a few minutes later. The Audi still had that ânew carâ smell to it, the passenger seat sleek and not at all broken in. There wasnât a spec of dust on the leather interior. Either he didnât drive it often or he made sure to keep it in next to perfect condition.
Your mind drifted back to Andyâs earlier statement. What exactly was he trying to figure out? If he meant that he was trying to figure you out, he didnât have to look too deeply. And if he was still trying to figure himself out, that was normal. Searching for your true self was a lifelong journey. And with your newfound sense of freedom at your fingertips, youâd be able to explore your own passions and visualize your ideal self.
But part of you figuring Andy out was getting to know him.
âWhy the diner?â You asked, glancing over at him as he concentrated on the road in front of him. âI mean, why go there for coffee or food when you can go anywhere else?â
Maybe upscale places werenât his usual style. He took you to the Courthouse and looked at ease there, but maybe the diner was an escape. Something different.
âI didnât grow up with much, but my mom made it work as best as she could,â he admitted, a wistful note in his voice. âWe never went hungry and she got creative with some meals so I wouldnât get tired of eating the same thing. Things like fast food were considered a treat and diners were fine dining.â
You shifted in your seat as you listened, touched by the unexpected vulnerability. âIâll bet she looked forward to those moments,â you said.
âShe did and so did I,â he smiled over at you. âOn the rare nights when she was able to save up and take us to a diner, she got a large breakfast or dinner meal for us to split. Best way to stretch her dollar and make sure neither of us felt hungry after.â
You almost reached over to take his hand, but you didnât want to overstep. He was giving you a piece of himself by revealing a part of his past. That was more than you could ask for.
âI went to diners in college, too, when I was struggling to make ends meet,â he continued, stroking his beard for a moment. âI guess they kind of stuck with me because they reminded me of happier times. They also serve as a reminder to be thankful for what I have. Itâs important to remember who I was then and who I am now.â
You let out a breath and closed your eyes as he turned onto the next street, wishing you could thank his mother for raising such an amazing man. âThank you for sharing that with me.â
His hand covered yours unexpectedly when your eyes opened. âThank you for asking.â
You turned your wrist so your palm met his, your stomach flipping as he held it a little tighter. Opening up was never easy, even if Andy made it sound effortless. You felt closer to him after hearing that important piece of his history. Even the crackle of electricity felt different this time. Instead of a jolt, it was like a steady hum.
Maybe that closeness was the reason you didnât want to let go when he parked his car in front of the diner.
âAre you okay?â He asked.
You swallowed as you glanced out the window, the flashing lights from the sign of the beckoning for you to go in. âI just can't believe I'm actually going to quit,â you said, clutching your bag with your other hand. âI mean, I do believe it. I have my resignation letter here and everything.â
âEven when you had that bit of doubt that the contract wouldn't go through, you had your letter ready,â he smiled.
You toyed with the strap of your bag as you tried to hide your smile. âI guess I did.â
Preparation never hurt anyone.
âBut if youâd rather hold off until tomorrow, I understand. I can even drive you back here if you want to wait,â he offered.
For a moment, you questioned if you should wait. As you bit your lip to fight your smile more and squeezed Andyâs hand, you made your decision. You signed the contract. You were more than ready.
Most of all, you deserved to start your path to a better future.
âIâm ready,â you assured him, reluctantly releasing his hand before you unbuckled your seatbelt. âAre you going in or did you want to wait here?â
âIâll grab a coffee while I wait,â he said, stopping you as you reached for your door handle. âAllow me.â
You smiled to yourself as he went around to let you out. âAre you always a gentleman?â
âNot always,â he said without missing a beat, winking as you joined him on the sidewalk.
You licked your lips and gazed into his bright blue eyes. Could he see the want in yours? What would it take to make him lose control?
âIâm looking forward to seeing that side of you, Mr. Barber,â you smiled, brushing past him as he inhaled.
But first things first.
The bell rang as you walked inside and you paused to take it all in. Taking Andyâs earlier story to heart, you wouldnât allow yourself to forget that this diner was part of your story. It not only led him to you, but also kept you from becoming homeless. It was a blessing.
âHey,â Casey, one of the veteran servers, nodded to you from behind the counter before she looked over your outfit. She seemed to forget all about you as Andy as he walked in behind you. You didn't blame her. âHi there. Sit anywhere youâd like.â
Andy put his hand on your lower back before he leaned in, your breath hitching slightly. âGood luck, honey,â he whispered, releasing you as Casey gawked in your direction. âIâll just have a coffee, please,â he said as he took a seat at the counter.
The usual warmth Andy exuded was down a notch. Still friendly, but different. Or maybe you were just telling yourself that in order to feel special. âIs Sean here?â
âYep. In the office,â Casey answered, pouring Andy a fresh cup of coffee. âJust got here.â
âIâll be right back,â you told Andy, feeling his eyes on you as you headed through the employee only doors.
Sean had his head buried in some paperwork as he grumbled to himself. With a deep breath, you knocked on the open door. He didn't speak to you much outside of your shifts and hardly praised you for a job well done, but he wasn't a bad boss. You felt bad disturbing him, but it was now or never.
âHi. May I come in?â You asked as he looked up.
âYeah. Don't shut the door though. Lockâs broken,â he said, nodding to the chair in front of his desk. âDidnât expect to see you today. What are you all dressed up for?â
âOh, I had a meeting,â you answered, which wasnât a lie. You did meet with Andy. âThatâs actually what I needed to talk to you about.â
âA meeting?â He repeated with a frown. âDonât tell me youâre quitting.â
Your stomach began to twist in knots. The last thing you wanted to do was disappoint your boss, even if he wouldnât be that for much longer. Being a waitress also wasnât your dream job, but it helped you when you needed it.
Now you have to help yourself.
âYes, I am. Iâm putting in my two weeks notice,â you said quietly, taking the letter out of your bag and placing it on the desk when he stared impassively. âI found another opportunity and Iâm going to take it, but Iâm happy to take any shifts I can over the next two weeks to help.â
Sean didnât speak for a moment as he drummed his fingers on the desk. âTwo weeks? No, that's not gonna work. Weâre short as it is,â he said, shoving the paper away before he leaned back in his chair. Was he serious? âYou're gonna have to make it four weeks and then we'll revisit after that to see if we need you to stay on longer.â
âNo. I'm giving you two weeks,â you reiterated, your tone unwavering. You wouldnât let Sean bully you into staying longer, even as guilt crept up since the place was short-staffed. âThat's standard and I can't do more than that. I'm sorry.â
âOh, no. I'm still in charge and you'll give me four weeks. Thatâs final,â he argued, waving his hand dismissively as you shrank a bit in your chair. âUnless you have anything else to add, Iâll see you next shift.â
You clasped your hands in your lap to keep from shaking. You didn't expect him to react this way. âNo, thatâs not final. I can't give you four weeks,â you said as calmly as possible, even as you began to feel more uncomfortable. âI would if I could, but I can't. Iâm sorry.â
âCan't or won't?â Sean asked, almost making you jump as he raised his voice. âListen here, you've been a solid employee and I'm not going to lose you in two weeks or four weeks. Do you understand? And if you don't show up you can forget about ever getting a good recommendation from me. Might as well kiss that âopportunityâ of yours goodbye.â
Your eyes burned as your mind flashed back to when you were told you were laid off from your previous job, the compassionate tone of your old boss the opposite of the man in front of you. The situations were different, but both made you feel so small. Especially since Sean was essentially threatening your future endeavors. You refused to cry though.
He wouldnât witness your tears.
You cleared your throat and maintained your resolve. âTwo weeks, Sean. Thatâs it. I said Iâm willing to work as many shifts as I can over the next two weeks, but I can't do more than that. I wonât,â you firmly spoke as his eyes widened. âI really don't want to end this on a bad note, please.â
He pushed himself to his feet as he thrust a finger toward your face as if it would somehow make him appear intimidating to tower over you. It wouldnât sway you. âListen here, you little-â
âIs everything okay?â
Andyâs voice made both of you jump as you spun in your chair. He stood in the doorway but didnât look your way. He trained his gaze on your boss, his normally bright eyes narrow and cold.
Your boss mustâve felt malice in that stare since he sat down immediately. âOh. Mr. Barber,â he said. Did he know him as a regular customer or merely recognize his status? âItâs just an issue with an employee. This doesnât concern you.â
âThere is no issue,â you corrected him.
âActually, sheâs with me, so it does concern me,â Andy spoke as he took a step into the office, staring your boss down with a clenched jaw. The space no longer felt like Seanâs. It was as if Andy owned it along with everything in it. âIf you want to raise your voice at someone, Iâm right here. You wonât speak to her that way though. Do you understand?â
The deep timbre almost knocked the air out of your lungs, your heart pounding from Andy defending you.
Sean coughed a bit as color filled his cheeks. He should be embarrassed. âI didnât realize she was with you. I wouldnât haveâŠâ he trailed off.
Your blood simmered. He wouldnât have raised his voice at you if he knew you were with Andy. Was this a taste of what things were going to be like? How people were going to treat you moving forward?
âWho sheâs with shouldnât matter. Not to mention, your customers and employees could hear you since your door was open,â Andy added, disappointment thickly laced in his voice. âYou said she was a solid employee. Why would you speak to her like that?â
Seanâs eyes flickered to you as you waited for an answer. âWeâve been short-staffed and Iâve been stressing over it. Thatâs no excuse. I'm sorry,â he said to Andy, making your blood go from simmering to boiling. A customer, a powerful man, got the apology, but not you. âWonât happen again.â
âMaybe remind yourself to be kind to the people who work for you before you raise your voice again. Theyâre the ones who keep your business running,â Andy said.
With a hang of his head, your boss sighed. âTwo weeks, huh?â He asked, the wind completely out of his sails as you nodded. âOkay. Two weeks it is.â
âThanks,â you whispered before Andy walked over and held out his hand to help you to your feet. Luckily, you didnât tremble as you took it and gave it a small squeeze. It was nice that he was on your side.
âAnd one more thing?â Andy added as Sean glanced up. âIâm not the one you should apologize to.â
You held up your other hand when Sean looked your way and opened his mouth. âNo. The only reason youâre going to say youâre sorry is because heâs here,â you stated, looking at Andy momentarily. He responded with an encouraging smile. âAnd I donât want an empty apology. You can keep it.â
It was nice that Andy wanted an apology on your behalf, but it wouldn't feel believable.
Seanâs face fell, but he didnât argue. Up until today, he treated you decently. The pressures of running a business were tough, but he had no reason to take it out on you. At the same time, you felt bad for him.
âBut thank you, Sean. You gave me a job when I needed one and I wonât forget that,â you added gently. âIâll see you next shift.â
âWhy don't I meet you outside? I just want one more quick word with your boss,â Andy said as Sean audibly swallowed.
Uh-oh.
âSure,â you said, the knots in your gut unraveling as you left the two of them alone.
You exhaled as you walked back into the dining area, avoiding the gazes from a few of the customers. Your hand shook as you gave Casey a small wave. At least she didnât look upset with you.
âQuitting, huh? Lucky duck,â she smiled sadly. âYou okay? He had no right speaking to you like that.â
âYeah, Iâm fine,â you nodded, taking another breath. You didn't like anyone raising their voice at you, but you wouldn't allow yourself to dwell on it and didnât need her to worry. All you could do was make the transition as smooth as possible over the next two weeks. âDidn't expect that kind of reaction. Didnât expect anyone out here to hear it.â
âSeanâs voice carries and heâs probably just pissed that heâs losing another good one while heâs stuck here,â she guessed, glancing over her shoulder before she added in a whisper, âOh, and that guy youâre with? He looked furious when he heard him.â
âHe did?â You asked, an almost goofy smile appearing on your face.
âYeah, he did. He had fire in his eyes. Put a bill down, got to his feet, and immediately walked back there. And I wasnât about to stop him,â she said, her smile widening as she leaned on the counter. âIâd say heâs smitten.â
Your heart skipped a beat. First Estelle, now Casey. Though the latter had no clue about the arrangement. âHeâs really something, isn't he?â
âOh, yeah,â Casey said, straightening up when the employee door swung open.
Andyâs eyes landed on you as he walked through, his eyes soft again as he held out his hand. He also looked pleased with himself. âReady?â
âReady,â you said, taking it as you gave Casey a nod. âIâll see you soon. Hope the rest of your shift is okay.â
âMe, too. See ya,â she said before she went back to assisting other customers.
âYou okay?â Andy asked softly as he led you outside.
âIâm fine,â you promised, not wanting him to worry either or get upset. âBut what did you say to Sean?â
âNothing for you to worry about,â he answered, shaking his head. âListen, Iâm sorry if I overstepped by intervening. I just couldnât let him talk to you like that.â
He easily deflected your question and you decided to let him have that victory for now.
You went in for a hug but kept space for him to breathe. He wrapped his arms tightly around you before you could pull away, your body melting into his. The bustling city around you faded as you focused on the warmth of his firm body. It made you forget all about Seanâs reaction.
âIâm glad you did,â you said, stepping back with a tiny smile. It meant the world that he defended you. âI tried to hold my own.â
âYou did. You could've snapped back or walked out, but you didn't. Thatâs commendable and powerful,â he assured you, his gaze serious. âBut I don't care if itâs your boss or a stranger or your best friend, Iâm not about to let someone take their frustrations out on you.â
Warmth settled in your chest. You learned something else about Andy today: He truly wouldn't tolerate anyone disrespecting you. He continued to prove that he was a man of his word.
You also experienced firsthand how things worked in his world, how people would bend toward his will. If it was a test, you wouldnât say you failed since you stood up for yourself. It wouldnât always be that easy. Whether someone questioned your motives or place with Andy or not, you had to learn to grow a thick skin. Not just for your own benefit, but Andyâs, too.
He needed someone strong by his side.
âThank you, Andy.â
âAnd, listen, if you donât want to work those shifts or if he gives you a hard time-â
âIâll be fine,â you promised. You doubted Sean would make it a hostile work environment, but you could handle it if there were any issues. âBut I think Iâd like to go home now.â
Andy blinked and gave you a single nod. âSure. If thatâs what you want.â
Is he disappointed at the thought of me ending the day right now?
You smiled as you tugged him in the direction of his car. âIâd also like you to see my place,â you said, his eyebrows shooting up. It surprised you that you offered, too. âIt isn't much, but itâs comfortable. Maybe we can order takeout?â
It wasnât exactly the ideal way to celebrate, but he shared a piece of himself on the drive over. The least you could do was let him see your apartment. And who knew where the evening would take you?
âOnly if youâll let me pay,â he smiled.
âYou're not going to let me pay for anything, are you?â You smiled back.
âNot if I can help it,â he replied, opening the car door. âLet's get you home, honey.â
We all need a man like Andy. And what's going to happen at the apartment? Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
Masterlist â Andy Barber Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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I am not saying I want Steve Rogers to bend me over his desk and whip my ass to get me to do/finish my homework but that's exactly what I am saying.
#or any cevans daddy#or grizzly ass bucky#please i need the motivation#god#i hate math and i hate homework and i hate study#omg but andy would fit in the scene so well too#i need my ass beaten honestly or i am never gonna study properly#kai rambles#chris evans#chris evans characters#chris evans character fanfiction#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers smut#steve rogers imagine#steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#chris evans character x reader#steve rogers x smut#steve rodgers x reader
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hi!!
i have been inactive for some time but i am back and ready to write <3
i am very sorry to anyone that has felt patched or ignored my me. i have now tried to answer all reblogs ( i just found out what they where haha ) and messages , i have now looked in my very full inbox may i add and saved them all to my drafts with a title. i have picked one request and will try to get that posted soon
again i am very sorry for not answering and leaving people wondering about their requests xx
my inbox is now open but they will be added to the end of the list and my messages are still open to anyone that wants to chat :)
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Do It For Daddy
Title: Do It For Daddy
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Jake Jensen x Female!Reader
Word Count: 1.3K
Prompts: Jake Jensen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + âI told you, you would eventually start begging.â + Smut, requested by @bridgetina
Summary: Jake tries something new, showing you a different side of himself.
Warnings: CMNF (clothed male, naked female), Daddy kink, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, pet names for Reader (pretty girl, sweet girl), squirting, forced orgasms, goatee burn, p-in-v unprotected sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids, aftercare, Jake being Jake
A/N: Unbetaâd, we die like people who tried their best.Â
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Your clothing, long stripped off by Jake, lays in a crumpled mess at the foot of the bed. With your hands clutching the sheets below you, you start to whine. Heâs nowhere near finished with you, though. You arch your back, inhale deeply, and mewl loudly as Jakeâs nimble digits and quick tongue work you through your third orgasm of the night.
While your body trembles as you come down, Jake pulls off your puffy clit and licks his lips. Removing his fingers, he makes a show of tasting the slick coating of his fingers. Using the remaining wetness, he strokes his girthy cut cock as it hangs out of his jeans, which have been pushed down below his ass. His goatee is noticeably shiny with your arousal, and you can smell it in the air.
Jakeâs voice breaks through the fog of your afterglow. âDonât get too comfortable; Daddyâs not done with you yet,â he breathes, diving to suction his lips around your sensitive nub. His fingers collect moisture from your leaking slit and dip inside your tight heat.
Your hands migrate from the sheets to Jakeâs blonde-frosted tips. Opening his smokey blue eyes, you watch as he squints to focus on your face. Why he insists on taking off his glasses during sex is still a mystery to you. Doesnât he want to see you? When you tug at his hair, he gets the hint and moves up your body while his fingers continue their assault on your core.Â
He hovers over your face, his swollen lips just a millimeter away, the unmistakable smell of yourself on his breath. Licking across your lips, he teases, then devours your whimpers in a passionate kiss. His tongue tangles with yours like two bodies dancing the tango; his fingers curl upward inside of you to massage your inner bundle of nerves.
He knows your body like no other, so he isnât surprised when your breathing quickens. He anticipates you moaning into the kiss, pulling away so he can hear your sweet noises fully. His leaky red tip drips on your hip as your legs wrap around him. Your heels digging into Jakeâs ass only spurs him on more to bring you over the edge.
âYes! Youâre right there, baby. Just let go and cum for me. Thatâs it, pretty girl. Do it for Daddy,â he coaxes, his whispered words the last thing you hear before the dam breaks.
Your walls clamp down around his digits; he groans and works you through your fourth release. The squelch of his fingers inside you as he continues to massage your g-spot fills the room for a moment. Jake thinks youâve had enough for now and sits back on his haunches watching you in blissful euphoria.
With one hand on his hard length, the other is free to draw lazy designs across your hip and stomach. Within a few minutes, his hand dips lower and lower until he gently cups your mound. Dragging two fingers between your lower lips elicits a strangled moan from you. You sputter a couple of words that he can barely hear.
âWhat was that, my sweet girl?â He leans in closer, his hardness bumping into your swollen pussy lips.
You canât help but hiss when his balls rub against the sensitive skin left behind by goatee burn. âPlease, Daddy. Canât take anymore,â you plead.
A shit-eating grin spreads across his face; clearly, he is happy with himself. âI told you, you would eventually start begging,â he purrs, tilting his head. âBut I think you can take more.â He reaches for the lube on the bed, pouring a generous amount into his hand. Coating his cock in the sticky substance, he lines up with your entrance and pushes in slowly to allow you to get used to his intrusion.
Canting his hips, he slides out until just the tip remains, then thrusts in fully. He groans deeply and doesnât waste any time fucking into you. Holding your hips in an iron grip, he pistons into you. Taking you apart from the inside out, he revels in the vision of your eyes rolling back in your head as your climax nears.
Jakeâs hand moves from your hip to your clit as his thumb rubs the engorged button. The mixture of clitoral and vaginal stimulation has you speaking in tongues before long. When you hit your peak, you feel like youâve never been higher. Stars explode behind your eyelids, and you canât stop the sounds from escaping your mouth. When you try to cover your mouth, Jake tsks at you, and you know he wants to hear you, so you oblige him.
He fucks you, long and deep, hitting the right spot over and over until you gush down his cock and balls. As your wetness soaks the front of his jeans and the hem of his shirt, Jake grunts as he continues to pound into you.Â
Soon enough, his hips stutter and he pushes in fully as his pulsing cock paints your walls in thick, milky ropes. He lets out a few expletives and tips his head back, tilting his head from side to side. Dipping his chin down, he catches his breath until he softens and slips free from your sore snatch. He watches as his jizz leaks from your thoroughly-used hole, then leans forward to rest the side of his face on your stomach.Â
Your hands find their way into his sweat-soaked hair while you both come down from your highs. Once he can move his legs again, Jake stands and waddles to the bathroom, pants around his ankles. You hear him turn on the faucet for the bathtub. When he returns, pants worn correctly this time, he grabs his glasses from the nightstand. Turning to you, he picks you up and brings you to the tub, even though you halfheartedly protest.
Youâre surrounded by lavender-scented bubbles, and Jake is eerily quiet while washing your neck and back. Itâs only when you reach for his hand that he speaks.Â
âSo, hypothetically speaking, if you were to give this particular sexual experience a grade from one to tenâone, being the worst ever, and ten, being âdear God, please can we do that againâ, what would you give it?â
You turn to look at him, sloshing the bath water a bit. You put a wet hand against his cheek and smiled lovingly before slapping him on the forehead. âAre you serious, dweeb? You made me squirt, and you must ask if I liked it?â Your eyebrows couldnât possibly raise any higher on your forehead.
The gears turn in his head as he nods quickly. âWell, I ask because that was the hottest thing I have ever done in my entire life, and if there is even a hint of something that you didnât like, I will change it immediately. I want to make sure that Iâm doing it right.â
You grab him by the chin and bring him in for a kiss, then you pull back to look into his eyes. You think about starting this huge monologue on why he shouldnât focus on âgetting it rightâ, but instead paying attention to the experience itself. But your brain has been well and truly fucked out, and words are hard. So, instead, you settle on keeping it short, sweet, and to the point. â11 out of 10; would recommend,â you giggle, splashing water on him.
His face lights up, and a pink hue dusts his cheeks. You sense his confidence level rising with that little ego boost. Thinking of when he first brought up this scenario and how he stuttered and fought to get the words out is a pleasant memory. Your sweet nerdy boy is finally giving into his kinky side, and all you can do is daydream about the next dirty thought that comes to his mind.
A/N: This is the first time I have written Jake Jensen and boy, did I enjoy this manboy. I was nervous about the Daddy kink. I just didnât think Jake would be a âcalls himself Daddyâ type. But, uh, I was wrong haha.
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Itâs the little things đ
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On my mind all the time.
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you all over me.
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | double penetration
pairing | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader
warnings | dark ddlg dynamic (soft!dark!daddies of captive!little!reader.) dub/non-con. size kink. reader is held down and fucked. stretching. loss of anal virginity. unprotected double penetration (vaginal and anal.) mentions of anal training/stretching/fingering. clit rubbing. crying kink. praise and encouragement. mocking/humiliation. forced orgasm (with implied previous forced orgasms.) overstimulation. they come in her. little bit of aftercare.
word count | 1,386
an | this is written in the same au as clear blue water, with captive!reader and her soft!dark!daddies.
Tears poured down your damp cheeks as your face was tucked into the warm crook of Steve's neck. Arms reaching up weakly, you almost wanted to cling to the safety of his broad form as he lay beneath you, heavy breaths harmonizing with your own.
But that wouldn't do for your daddies- not for either of them. "Come on, babydoll. Where's that pretty face," the blonde crooned as his hips thrust upward over and over, rocking your own. His hands were on your waist, Ari's just above them as both the men worked to keep you upright and in place, their massive lengths pounding into you with steady rhythm.
They had been fucking you like this for what felt like hours, but the sensations of fullness and overstimulation you were experiencing were still just as overwhelming and horrible as when they had first pushed into you. Steve had gone first, both of the men knowing you would tolerate his part better. They were a bit concerned when you were in tears from the vaginal penetration alone, but as usual, they wouldn't be discouraged. As difficult as it was, and as pitiful as you were to watch as you were held down and split open, Ari was eventually able to work himself into you as well.
As they kept their four strong hands on you, working you up and down over their throbbing cocks like nothing more than a fleshlight with a pulse, you honestly couldn't tell which forceful insertion felt worse. It was all blurring together, the world nothing more than a streaky haze through your steady tears. The men shared a sympathetic glance with each other before Steve refocused his attention back on you. "Poor girl," he murmured lowly, bringing a hand up to brush away your tears with his thumb. "Know it's so hard, little one. So hard to take both your daddies' cocks at the same time, isn't it?"
"So full, aren't you, baby?" Ari nodded in agreement, his oversized member stretching your poor little bottom to its absolute limit. Despite the generous amount of lube they'd used and the time they'd spent patiently coaxing your tiny hole open with their greedy fingers, nothing could ease the horrible burning feeling that bloomed through your lower half as you were taken in the ass for the very first time.
"Look so pretty like this, all stretched out stuffed full of us," Steve groaned, his cock twitching so hard within your aching walls that you could feel it, your poor tummy spasming in response. To the man lying comfortably on his back, there had never been a sight quite as beautiful as this: watching from the front as your tiny holes were so helplessly violated, large hands holding you in place and giving you no choice but to sit there and take it, your perky tits bobbing perfectly as your figure was worked at a steady, punishing pace.
And though he couldn't see your chest as well, or the pretty little faces you were making as your body was used and abused so sinfully, Ari's view from behind you wasn't anything to turn his nose up at, either. He loved the way your back arched up as their dicks kept you angled forward towards Steve, your adorable ass bouncing in rhythm as his cock tore into your throbbing, achy hole. He could easily keep you going with just his hands alone; with both him and Steve being so much larger and stronger than you, it wasn't difficult for either one of them to overpower you and allow the other to make better use of a second pair of hands.
Which is just what Steve did as his partner held you up and in place, giving him the signal of a nod. "Go ahead, Stevie. Let's give some attention to that pretty little clit of hers," Ari suggested. Steve spit on his thumb, bringing the other hand down to pull back its protective hood as he smeared the clear wetness all over your poor little bundle of nerves. Your body jerked harshly at the stimulation, but you couldn't do anything to stop them or squirm away; you were completely helpless, having no choice but to let the blonde rub your exposed little nub in quick, harsh circles.
"Please, p-please... n-no!" you choked through your tears as your whole body began to shake with sobs.
"C'mon doll, doesn't that feel good? Know you like it when we pull back the hood and rub you right there, right on your cute little button," Steve frowned and faked worry at your cries, though he and Ari both knew perfectly well the way their actions and words were tormenting you.
"That's right," Ari mused from behind you as he kept your trembling body moving across their stiff lengths, "our pretty girl loves having her sweet little clit rubbed. Makes her come so hard, doesn't it Stevie? Poor baby can't help it when her daddies play with her clit, but it sure is cute to watch her try and fight it."
"So cute," Steve hummed in agreement, watching intently as your breaths began staggering, your little feet kicking weakly as your knees shook and struggled on either side of him. "Oh? Looks like she's getting close here," the blonde sang as he continued his skillful work over your slick, sticky nub. "Can feel her little pussy fluttering- what do you think, babydoll? You gonna be a good girl and come for your daddies?"
Watching as your buildup continued, Ari and Steve shared a knowing nod, both increasing the speed of their respective roles as their cocks pumped more vigorously inside you. This is the moment they had been waiting for; of course they were hoping to come as you did. A few orgasms had been forced from your trembling form earlier as you were held down by one and stretched out on the other's fingers, but this was meant to be the grand finale, the climax you would all share, whether you were willing or not.
"Can feel her squeezing us- she's getting close," Ari grunted as their dicks clapped lewdly into your dripping holes. "That's it, sweetheart. Come on, almost there..."
Your resistance was a losing game. As much as you fought and defied them each time, a sense of helplessness was never absent from within you; you knew you'd be forced to come. And with both of them thrusting into you at an almost immeasurable speed, and Steve's torturous hands working your clit the way he knew best, there was nothing for you to do but let them have their way with you. Eyes squeezing shut as your tummy tightened, your little toes curled as your orgasm was ripped from your faltering grasp. You came long and hard, Steve and Ari's triumphant words of praise merely echoes as heat and shocks of ecstasy overcame your exhausted body.
Warmth burst in your core as you were pumped full of both the men's come, Ari's fingers digging in almost painfully around your waist as their cocks swelled and sputtered within you. When you were finally coming down from your impressively long high, you let out a soft, broken cry as Steve finally eased your body down to rest limply against his front. "Shhh," you could hear him humming soothingly, someone's hand rubbing your back as you sniffled and sobbed into your captor's chest. "Easy pulling out of her," he was murmuring to Ari as the world seemed to slow around you.
"You're okay, baby. You were so good for us," the brunette was praising you softly from behind as he shifted a bit inside you, trying to measure how careful he needed to be as he and his partner now shifted their focus towards damage control.
"Don't cry, little one. Daddy's here, Daddy's got you," Steve kissed the top of your head as he cooed at you, his broad arms cradling you lovingly as you clung to him. You were desperate for any comfort and tenderness you could get at this point, even if it was straight from the hands of your abusers. This is usually how you wound up at the end of the day, a weeping mess in your daddies' arms, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
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Full to the brim
Pairing: Daddy!Steve Rogers x Short! Tiny! Reader
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
WARNING - This story contains the following: explicit smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, praise kink, fluff, first time (together), fluff, pet names from Steve (doll, baby doll, sweetheart, love), reader has self-esteem issues, but Steve comes to the rescue ;)
Narrator POV
Tonight, you and Steve try to have penetrative sex together for the first time after you have been begging him relentlessly to give it a shot. In the duration of your relationship, Steve has been very hesitant about having sex with you due to the fact that he is massive compared to you, who on top of that was smaller than average women. He doesnât want to hurt you, so you have done the alternatives.
You have tried oral sex and you two were already so pleased sticking to that, even though you still struggled to give Steve a blowjob, but Steve enjoyed and got off to your attempts of swallowing his huge dick.
Now, you were on the edge of the bed with Steve being in a sitting position and having you on his lap. You were in a reversed position - meaning you werenât facing each other but he was behind you as his hands held your hips. It had taken several positions and attempts, but now you were finally past taking his tip and having him almost fully inside.
âF-fuck, daddy!â You cried out. Your body was trembling from how much Steve had stretched you. You could practically feel him in your stomach.
âLanguage,â Steve reminded firmly. âCanât have you saying bad words while daddy is taking you, otherwise Iâll have to wash your mouth with soap.â
âI-Iâm sorry, daddy, I didnât mean to! You just feel so full inside of me. Youâre so big!â You whined.
Steve chuckled lowly. âI know, baby doll. Your cunt makes a tight fit but thatâs okay. Itâs not your fault that youâre such a tiny baby.â Steve cooed. He looked down where the two of you connected. His cock was stretching your pulsing core to the point where it looked like you were about to split in two, but Steve had full control. He rubbed your throbbing clit, making you jolt and shake uncontrollably against his chest. He snakes his other hand to your belly, and he swore he could feel himself through your tummy. Fuck.
âYou okay, love? If itâs too much, I can always pull out..â âNO! No, please daddy. Iâm adjusting, itâs not hurting so much anymore..â you speak assuringly.
When more wetness starts gathering around his shaft, he holds you by the waist and pulls you slowly up and down onto his cock, almost as if you were a fleshlight. Your hand hooks onto his arms that were holding your waist, and you let out stuttering moans. âAh!- Mmm, daddy! Oh daddy!â You cried out when his cock makes its way to the deepest parts of your body.
âYou sure youâre alright? Should I stop?â Steve asks, his ruts becoming more hesitant. You quickly protest once again, âNo, no daddy! It only hurts a little bit but itâs starting to feel so good! Please donât stop!â
âMmm, youâre a big girl, you know that? Taking daddyâs big fat cock into your tiny holeâŠso brave, youâre so brave for daddy.â He praises. It makes you all the more wetter when he praises you, and he knew that. His movements became smooth as it was now easier to have him gliding in and out with his cock. Your juices combined with his large amount of precum made the perfect lube.
âOh, doll, you feel wonderful. Youâre so perfect for me sweetheart. So perfect.â He said with a raspy voice. You shook your head. âNo, Iâm not, daddyâŠ,â you let out a few breaths of air before continuing. âYou had to work and wait so long until I was able to take half of you inâŠIâm so sorry daddy, I wish it was easier for youâŠ.ah-!â You yelped when Steve pinched your nipples and rutted his hips upwards against yours.
âDid I fuck you dumb or are you just being a dumb little doll questioning daddyâs judgement?â He asked with a stricter voice. âWhen I say youâre perfect, youâre perfect.â He started to suck bruising marks onto the skin of your neck. He had always said it was his way of claiming you. âDo you know how fucking hard I get from the mere thought of stretching your little pussy? Do you know how much I wanted to bust my load when I only got the tip in? Do you know how much I want to stuff you full of cum till your little tummy bloats? You make me loose the little self control I have when Iâm around you, doll, so you better not be talking badly about yourself.â
You nodded frantically, feeling your climax closing in. âY-Yes daddy, - ngh Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to question you, - ah!â
âAtta girl, - apology accepted. Daddyâs getting close but Iâm not gonna cum unless you do first, okay love?â After you hummed in response, Steve started to quicken his pace and you couldnât help but reach your hand across his neck to pull him closer to you.
âCâmere love, I wanna kiss you.â He demanded softly. You turned to look at him before he pulled you to a long, sensual and loving kiss. His hand landed on your clit again, making it all the more difficult to last any longer. You broke the kiss as it was harder to contain your heavy breaths and moans. âO-Oh~ Daddy Iâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna cum!â
âGo ahead doll, cum all over my cock like a good girl.â After a few seconds, you did so, cumming hard and twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. It was all too much, but it felt so good.
âDaddy, please cum inside meâŠI want to be full of your cum. Please, daddy give it to me!â
He grunted as his thrusts became frantic. âIâm gonna give it to you good, baby doll. Wanna stuff you full of me till you get pregnant and round with my babyâŠwould you like that, love? Wanna start a family with me?â He asked, his voice dripping like honey.
You quickly nodded. âMhm! Yes daddy, I wanna m-make you a real daddy, Steve! I l-love you so much!â You said and turned to him. Steve smiled with soft eyes. He has always wanted to have a family with you, and hearing you wanting to give him one now that you were able to take him made his heart flutter with delight.
âAlright, sweetheart. daddyâs gonna pump his sperm inside of you, - gonna make you a mommy.â He held tightly around your waist and chased his own high. His teeth gritted and he closed his eyes, taking in the delicious sensation of your wet channel. His mouth was hanging open, making it impossible to hold back the moans he was holding earlier. This was nothing like he has ever felt before, and even though he wanted to last longer, he knew he was bound to fail.
âAh, shit! Mâgonna-!â He threw his head up as he let loads shoot up inside you. He didnât let you go, wanting to savor this moment as his cock was pulsing and emptying his balls full of seed. You let out a whimper of feeling his hot cum coating your walls. It felt like it was going on forever before he let out a heavy sigh and looked at you.
âHow do you feel, love?â He asked. You tried to regulate your breathing before responding. âAmazing, daddy..I loved it so much.â you said. His nose nuzzled yours, enjoying the peace the sex gave you. Both of your muscles loosened up after an intense session, and now you were both tangled in each otherâs bodies in bed, his cock still inside you.
âI love you, doll. You did wonderful keeping up with me. Youâre a flawless woman, Y/N. Always remember that, okay?â He whispered.
You smiled and nodded, almost shedding a tear from his kind words. You cupped his face and gave him a long, heartwarming kiss. âLove you too, Steve. Thank you for being so good to me.â
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Iâll be sure to leave out an extra special treat for him đ„”đ
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an afternoon of pumpkin picking
pairing: sugar daddy!ransom drysdale x sugar baby!female reader
summary: you've convinced your sugar daddy to take you pumpkin pickingâdespite his reservations about spending any amount of time on a farmâand the perfectly autumnal date takes a turn when deeper feelings come to light.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, smut, unprotected sex, masturbation (f), guided masturbation, piv sex, outdoor sex, creampie, filming/recording/taking sexual photos, oral sex (m receiving), light bdsm, free use, pussy spanking, panty sniffing, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (nixie, baby), love confessions (a bit of idiots in love), aftercare, happy ending, so much fluff
word count: 11.6k
a/n: this fic is inspired by this exchange about various babes as sugar daddies taking their sugar babies on fall dates. i loved the idea of ransom being a little grumpy about going pumpkin picking, and then it morphed into this because i decided i wanted to explore their deeper emotional connection so uh it ended up being a lot longer than i expected. but it's also very cozy and smutty and fluffy and perfect for this time of year!!! anyway, i had fun writing this, so i hope y'all enjoy reading it!!
Canât believe you talked me into this.
The text from your sugar daddy, Ransom Drysdale, arrived on a brisk September morning as you were getting ready for the perfectly autumnal date youâd convinced him to plan. As you read the message, you could practically hear the affectionate exasperation in his tone, which made you smile to yourself.
It had taken quite a bit of your powers of persuasion to get Ransom Drysdaleâthe heir to the Blood Like Wine Publishing dynasty and the most blue-blooded Boston man youâd ever metâto agree to take you pumpkin picking out in the âboonies,â as he called anywhere beyond the city limits that wasnât his âancestral estateâ (also his words).Â
But since youâd been seeing him for over a year, you knew all of Ransomâs weaknesses. And youâd used them to make a deal with your sugar daddy.
Youâre going to have fun, I promise :) Donât forget our deal.
You certainly hoped Ransom hadnât forgotten about the arrangement youâd struck that ended up with him taking you pumpkin picking, especially since it was all you could think about that morning as you got ready and did your hair and makeup. Your thoughts kept straying to the deal youâd made, what youâd given him in exchange for the autumnal date of your dreams.Â
Ransom Drysdale was a dealmaker by trade, overseeing all publication acquisitions for Blood Like Wine. So after all your normal methods of persuasion had failed to convince him to take you pumpkin picking, youâd offered him a deal he couldnât refuse. It was one that you knew you both would enjoy, but Ransom especially since it appealed to his nature.Â
A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine as you stood inside the walk-in closet of your Beacon Hill townhouse apartmentâthe one Ransom paid for, of course.Â
It had been a gift when youâd accepted his request to be exclusively his sugar baby. He was the only man in your life anymore, and heâd said he wanted to make sure you were taken care of, so he got you the apartment and set up an allowance to make up for the other relationships youâd had to end.
Truthfully, it had been an incredibly easy decision to accept Ransomâs request. He was easily the youngest and handsomest of any man youâd been a sugar baby toâand if you had the tiniest little crush on him, youâd been certain youâd be able to keep it locked down so you didnât jeopardize your relationship.Â
After all, Ransom had been clear when you first met: He wasnât looking to fall in love.
Unfortunately for you, over the year that youâd been seeing him exclusively, your crush had blossomed into full-blown feelings. It was hard not to care for the grumpy, sarcastic publishing executive. He made you laugh, he made you feel safe, and the sex with him was better than any youâd ever had.
More than a year into seeing him and it got harder and harder to hide the fact that you cared deeply for him. You wanted to bundle yourself in one of his sweaters and stay with him foreverâbut you knew you couldnât let on about your feelings. You didnât want to risk him finding out and ending your relationship because he feared you were falling in love with himâŠ
Of course, there were other ways your relationship could end.
Your fingers toyed with the sleeve of a sweater hanging in your closet as you thought about your sugar daddy. A pit in your stomach opened wide as you considered, yet again, it was probably inevitable that one day he would grow tired of you and move on to someone else. Even if you didnât tell him how you felt, he could still leave you.
It was what happened with these kinds of relationshipsâthe men left when they got bored or tired. Or when they wanted to settle down. Or when they fell in love with someone else.
Add to that, you were keenly aware that you were getting old enough that a man as young as Ransomâwho was in his 40sâmight want to soon trade you in for a newer, younger model.Â
The thought broke your heart a little, and you had to push it away. You cut off the entire train of thought, knowing that it would lead nowhere good, especially when your sugar daddy was due to pick you up in just a short time. As you went back to getting ready, in your mind, you repeated your mantra to yourself: You would not love Ransom Drysdale.
It was a lie, of course, but you were hoping that if you said it to yourself enough times it would become true. It hadnât worked yet, though.Â
Thankfully, your phone vibrated, distracting you.
Wear that skirt I like. And one of the sweaters you stole from me.
A huff of an affronted laugh escaped you at the brisk tone of Ransomâs message. You hated it when he barked orders at you like you were one of the interns at his office. Sure, technically you were his employee, but he didnât have to use that toneâespecially before a date.
You assumed he was cranky because he still didnât want to go pumpkin picking, but that didnât mean you had to put up with it. Or respond at all. Even if you did follow his orders, since that was part of your deal for the day.
Tossing your phone on your bed without replying, you pulled out the skirt he was referring to from your closet. It was a short, flouncy thing that swished dangerously around your thighs, offering tantalizing teases of your ass to anyone who might be looking at your backside.Â
Ransom loved it because it afforded him a sneak peek of what lingerie you were wearing. One of his favorite things to gift you as his sugar baby was lingerie. He loved seeing you in it, touching you in it, fucking you in it. And what he liked most was sneaking a peek of your lingerie from those glimpses beneath your flouncy skirt.
On that September morning, you selected a black satin matching set to wear beneath the skirt, then pulled a maroon sweater from the pile in your closet.
He may have been a spoiled, rich man, but Ransom was a gentleman, and if you were cold, heâd give you his sweaterâwhich was how youâd amassed a small hoard of your sugar daddyâs sweaters. You never could bring yourself to give them back once they made their way into your closet. Nor could you bear to wash them.Â
In your loneliest moments, youâd pull on one of Ransomâs sweaters and let the expensive scent of his cologne comfort you. He smelled like whiskey and something spicyâsomething that matched perfectly with the fall and winter.Â
Youâd never told anyone about wearing Ransomâs sweaters when you were alone in your Beacon Hill apartment, but your sugar daddy knew youâd collected many of them.Â
Ransom didnât seem to mind, though. Or, at least, he never asked for them back. But sometimes, like that day, heâd ask that you wear one for him. It always sent a special thrill through you to wear your sugar daddyâs sweaters, like it meant he was staking a claim on you that was deeper and more like a typical romantic relationship.Â
A giddy, happy smile curled your lips as you got dressed and added jewelry before checking to make sure your hair and makeup were still done to your satisfaction.Â
You were just pulling on some black mary jane shoes when your phone chimed with another text.Â
Let me see, nixie.Â
Your traitorous heart fluttered at the nickname. Most of the sugar daddies youâd had relationships with called you by much more common pet namesâsweetheart, honeyâif they used them at all. But leave it to Ransom to pull a pet name from obscure European folklore.Â
Youâd had to look it up after the first time he used it, and when you found out it was a kind of river mermaid who lured men to their deaths, youâd laughed to yourself. Ransom had essentially likened you to a siren, and at the time, youâd wondered if he believed you could lure him to his death. It seemed ridiculous, especially when you were the one in danger of getting their heart broken.
Sometimes, when he used that pet name, you wondered if Ransom liked you as much as you liked him. If that was why heâd chosen it, because he worried youâd hurt him somehow. But that was a dangerous thought and you reminded yourself it would only lead to heartbreak.Â
You tried not to have a reaction to the nickname. You tried to stop your heart from fluttering and your lips from curving into a smile. But it was impossible.
So to distract yourself, you did as Ransom had asked in his message. You snapped a quick photo of your outfitâthe short, flouncy skirt paired with his maroon sweater and your black mary janes. Youâd chosen to forgo tights because September in Massachusetts could get warm, especially with the sun shining as brightly as it was outside your window.
You sent the photo and began gathering your things to wait for Ransom to arrive for your date, but his response came back quicker than you expected.
Pretty, but I want to see it in person. Iâm outside.
Your heart gave another flutter at the compliment, then flipped entirely when he said he was outside. Bounding to your bedroom window that overlooked the cobblestone streets of Beacon Hill, you grinned when you saw Ransomâs silver 1972 BMW coupe parked outside your door.Â
Ransom might not be as excited for your pumpkin picking date as you were, but he was early. That had to mean something, right?Â
You didnât let that thought flourish any further, pushing it aside as you grabbed your keys and phone and shoved them in the bag youâd picked to match your outfit. Then you were flouncing down the stairs of your townhouse to the front door and pushing through it, pausing only to lock it behind you.
When you turned to the street, you were struck with the sight of Ransom Drysdale leaning against his BMW, a to-go cup of coffee in his hand. Your heart raced and your belly swoopedâit felt like your entire body was having a visceral reaction to seeing Ransom dressed in an autumnal outfit that suited him so well.
A golden brown wool coat hung off Ransomâs broad shoulders, slightly obscuring the worn cream-colored cable knit sweater that covered his expansive chest. A purple and gold scarf with some kind of intricate design hung casually around his neck, adding to the look that was completed by dark slacks, brown loafers and a pair of sunglasses with gold rims that matched the rings he wore on his hands.
Despite his sunglasses, you could feel Ransomâs eyes on you and you bit your lip against a giddy grin, worried that your schoolgirl crush on your sugar daddy would show plain as day on your face if you let it slip free. Instead, you gave him an exaggerated onceover before letting out a low whistle of appreciation as you stepped into the narrow sidewalk lining the cobblestone street.
âQuit gawking and câmere, nixie,â Ransom growled, using his free hand to grab your waist and pull you into him.Â
You landed against his broad, muscular chest with a light, âoomph,â and instantly wound your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the way he felt so steady and solid against you.Â
âYou love it when I check you out, donât you, daddy?â you teased in a soft voice meant only for him.Â
The street wasnât busy, but it was so narrow that if any of your neighbors had their windows open to let in the crisp September air, theyâd easily be able to overhear you. And you didnât want anyone else hearing you call Ransom âdaddyââthat was just for him.
âI do,â Ransom admitted in a rumbling voice, matching your low tone. âAnd I love looking at you in your pretty little outfit I picked outâŠâ He trailed off, ducking down closer to you and nudging your nose to tilt your head back, ghosting his mouth over your lips teasingly when you canted your face to meet his. âBut daddy needs a kiss, baby.â
The words were barely past his lips before you were surging up onto your tiptoes and kissing Ransom. He tasted like black coffee and cinnamon, and you couldnât get enough of it. When his tongue slid across your lower lip seeking entrance, you were helpless to do anything but open for him, moaning softly as he plunged into your mouth.
The kiss had started out chaste enough for the sidewalk of Beacon Hill, but Ransom seemed to be as ravenous as you felt, hooking his arms around your waist and bending you backward with the intensity of his need to devour you.Â
It had your head spinning with pleasure, but you still gave him as good as you got, kissing him back with just as much fervor, your leg rising of its own accord to hook around his thigh beneath his open coat.
Gradually, Ransom slowed the kiss until his mouth was decadently nibbling on your lower lip before licking the sting of his teeth away. Then, finally, he pulled away and you were able to drag in a deep breath, trying to get your head on straight as you lowered your leg back to the sidewalk.Â
âGet in the car, nixie,â Ransom growled, though there was no anger in his tone, only a desirous heat that you recognized, since it was swirling warmly in the depths of your core. âBefore I decide Iâd rather take you back inside your apartment and fuck you in nothing but my sweater instead of taking you pumpkin picking.â
His free hand slid down your back and he groped the soft curve of your ass shamelessly over your skirt, right there on the street. Still, you couldnât help but melt at his rough handling, a gasp escaping as his fingers dug ruthlessly into your flesh.Â
For just a second, you debated whether you wanted Ransom to deliver on his threat, but decided against it. The prospect of seeing your sugar daddy going pumpkin picking was too good to pass up.
âOk, ok, Iâm getting in the car,â you huffed on a laugh, your voice breathy in a way you couldnât help as you squirmed away from Ransomâs groping hand. Your sugar daddy chuckled, but let you go, then turned to open the door of his BMW for you.
He waited until you were settled on the soft leather seat, your seatbelt buckled across your lap, then leaned into the car and handed you the coffee heâd been holding. You took it with no small amount of surprise, having assumed it was his own coffee.
âFor you, your favorite,â he murmured before brushing a kiss to your temple. âIâm sorry for being short with you this morning.â
A stunned expression froze on your face, his words spinning around in your mind so loudly, you barely heard the thump of the car door closing. Your eyes flicked up to watch Ransom cross in front of the car, your heart racing like youâd just sprinted an entire marathon.
It was then that you knew, unequivocally, without any doubt, that you loved Ransom Drysdale.Â
Your sugar daddy slid smoothly into the driverâs seat and pulled his door shut before glancing at you. You gave him a weak smile, trying to hid the fact that you felt like a bomb had just been dropped inside your heart, and his expression twisted into one of annoyance.
âDonât tell me they fucked up your drink,â he fumed, shoving his keys in the ignition and starting his BMW. He threw an arm around the back of your seat, his chest close enough to your shoulder that you could feel the warmth radiating from him as he carefully backed up, then maneuvered onto the street. All the while, he was muttering, âItâs a fucking pumpkin spice latte, they must make thousands of them a day. How can they fuck it up?â
When he merged into traffic at the end of the street heading in the direction of the local coffee shop, Ransom finally pulled his arm away from the back of your seat. You grabbed his hand before he could put it back on the wheel, squeezing it to get his attention.
âThe latteâs fine, Ranâitâs perfect,â you assured him, even though you hadnât taken a sip yet. Some of the anger drained from his expression and he executed a u-turn to turn in the other direction of the coffee shop, but his jaw was still ticking with annoyance and you searched for an explanation that wasnât the truth. When you couldnât think of anything else, you blurted, âI was just surprised you remembered my favorite coffee.â
âOf course I remembered,â he said after a moment of silence. His voice was gruff, like he didnât know what to do with his sweet gesture being addressed so directly, but his mood seemed to lighten, his annoyance forgotten. Slipping his hand from your fingers, he settled his palm firmly on your thigh, giving you a playful squeeze as he shot you a smirk. âThough I donât think that sugary nonsense should really be called coffee,â he snarked, giving your leg another squeeze to let you know he was only teasing.
You huffed an exasperated laugh and settled your free hand on top of his, holding onto him while he drove skillfully through the busy streets of Boston, heading toward the city limits.Â
Ransomâs joke washed away the remnants of whatever tension your revelation, and your need to hide it from him, had caused between the two of you. Of course, you still felt the knowledge that you loved him hovering at the edge of your mind, but it was easy to sink into Ransomâs comforting presence and, if not entirely forget about it, at least more easily pretend you didnât know you were in love with your sugar daddy.
On the drive, you made conversation with Ransom, asking him about his work and his family. Heâd spent time with them the previous weekend and hadnât seen you as a result. But he skipped quickly over the family party heâd attended and instead focused on telling you about some of the books heâd acquired for Blood Like Wine.Â
You didnât like Ransomâs family, based on what little you knew about them. And you didnât feel even a little bit bad about it because you were certain theyâd never like you, especially considering how youâd met Ransom. But it still made you sad to think about him facing them alone. Your heart thumped with sympathy and you curled your fingers more possessively around his hand on your thigh.
Ransom shot you a lopsided smile and turned the conversation around on you, asking about what books youâd been reading, and how the rest of your hobbies were going. He didnât need to ask about your work because heâd made sure you didnât need a job other than keeping him companyâand especially didnât need any other sugar daddies.Â
So you told him about what you were reading and all the other things you did to occupy your time while he listened and asked questions. He especially loved hearing your opinions on the Blood Like Wine books heâd acquired.Â
A little over an hour outside the city, Ransomâs BMW pulled into a gravel driveway beside a large sign that read Johnsonâs Family Farm. There were smaller signs lining the drive advertising the farmâs apple orchards, hayrides, farm stand, and, of course, the pumpkin patch.Â
Beyond the windows of Ransomâs BMW, you could see the farm sprawling out toward the distant horizon, plenty of picturesque little red buildings and beautiful fields filled with various fruits and vegetables. But there was something off about the farm, and it took you a moment to realize what it was: The whole place was deserted.Â
It was a little early in the day, just after lunch time, but you were still surprised by how empty the parking lot was. And you didnât even see any workers, or cars that might belong to them. It was just Ransomâs BMW and the deserted farm.
âWhere is everyone?â you asked, turning in your seat to Ransom. âAre you sure theyâre open?â It was the weekend, they mustâve been open, but you couldnât make sense of why no one was there.
Ransom snorted, giving you a devious smirk as he put the car in park and turned it off.Â
âI bought out the farm for a couple hours, itâs just us and the pumpkins, nixie,â he explained, squeezing your thigh one last time before stepping out of the car and rounding the front to open your door for you.Â
You stepped out onto the gravel in a bit of a daze, still shocked by his words. You knew Ransom was wealthyâhe was a high-level executive at one of the most successful prestige publishers in the country, not to mention the money he inherited from his familyâbut him buying out an entire farm just for your date was one of the most extravagant things heâd ever done. Your mind reeled as you tried to fathom how much that would even cost.
Ransom curled a finger beneath your chin and tipped your face up to look at him. Heâd taken off his sunglasses, so you were met with the sight of his sparkling blue eyes. Paired with his devastatingly handsome smirk, your knees instantly went weak and your mouth parted in a wordless plea for him to kiss you.
He dropped a quick peck to your lips that was over too soon and swept his thumb across your cheek in a soothing gesture, your surprise melting into happiness as you realized you got to have Ransom all to yourself on your date.Â
âCâmon, nixie, did you really think Iâd agree to go pumpkin pickingâto go tromping through the dirt on a farm,â he scoffed, his tone warm even if it was a little derisive. âAnd deal with hordes of screaming children and their families?âÂ
Ransom raised an eyebrow at you and you couldnât help but snort a laugh as you rolled your eyes. You didnât even need to answer, because of course Ransom wouldnât want to deal with anyone else while he was enduring the absolute torture of going pumpkin picking. But then his next words distracted you from thinking about how spoiled he was.
âBesides, I havenât forgotten our deal. I have plans for you, and we needed the farm all to ourselves for them,â he teased, his smirk turning impish as he ducked down and captured your lips in another quick kiss.Â
Your heart was racing with excitement, your mind turning over his words and wondering what he could have planned for you while Ransom grabbed your hand and led you into the farm. You shook your head to clear it of all the naughty thoughts that had popped into your mind, and focused on your sugar daddy, who was following the signs toward the pumpkin patch with a grim acceptance in his expression.
The September sun was warm on your shoulders, but there was a cool breeze, the lingering chill of the morning clinging to the day and you curled around Ransomâs arm while you walked. You tried to distract your sugar daddy from the eventuality of leaving the nice dirt path to wade into the pumpkin patch by chattering about fond memories you had of going apple picking and exploring corn mazes with friends when you were younger.Â
When you got to the area where you could pick your own pumpkins, Ransom paused at the edge, using your clasped hands to pull you to a stop alongside him. Your chatter cut off mid-sentence and you looked curiously to your sugar daddy, finding his brows lowered over his stormy blue eyes as he considered the haphazard spread of soft soil, scattered hay and orange pumpkins.
âI still donât really see the point of this,â he muttered, giving the pumpkin patch a dubious look.
You couldnât help but smile, thinking Ransom looked younger than his years in that momentâlike a kid who was being introduced to something new and didnât trust that they were going to like it.Â
You curled into Ransomâs chest, your arms twining around his neck while his settled easily around your waist. You looked up at him and waited to speak until he dragged his gaze from the pumpkin patch behind you to meet your eyes.
âNormally, the point would be to take some pumpkins home and carve them,â you explained patiently. Ransom narrowed his eyes on you suspiciously, as if he believed you were going to try to convince him to do such an unfathomably pedestrian thing, and the corners of your mouth flickered as you suppressed an even wider smiler. âBut something tells me even my powers of persuasion arenât strong enough to get you to do that.â
Ransom only snorted, his eyes flicking disdainfully to the pumpkins over your shoulder then back at you. âDefinitely not.âÂ
But there was a curiosity buried deep in his gaze, and you wondered if one dayâif you were together long enoughâhe might be willing to try some pumpkin carving.Â
Surprisingly, you could picture it. Ransom with his worn, threadbare sweater sleeves rolled up to his elbows, grimacing as he yanked pumpkin guts from inside a big, orange gourd. It almost made you giggle to think about.
Instead, you shook your head to clear the image from your thoughts, not wanting to get your hopes up that Ransom would be a fixture in your life long enough that you could convince him to carve pumpkins with you.Â
Although, maybe if you offered to blow him while he did⊠You shook your head again and met Ransomâs curious gaze, giving him a bright smile that was only a little bit fake.
âThen we can just pick out a couple pumpkins for my front steps,â you said sunnily, bouncing up onto your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to Ransomâs cheek. âTheyâre pretty decorations whether we carve them or not.âÂ
You began to pull away, intent on starting your search for the perfect pumpkins, but Ransomâs arms tightened around your waist, like he didnât want to let go yet.
âYouâd be a much prettier decoration than any of these gourds, nixie,â he murmured, and you turned your face to him in surprise at the gruffness in his tone. There was some emotion laced through his voice that you couldnât place, and before you could puzzle it out, Ransomâs mouth caught yours, sending your thoughts scattering as he kissed you deeply.
When you finally broke away for a breath, your body was buzzing with awareness of Ransomâs and a warmth that had nothing to do with the bright September sun had bloomed between your thighs. You had half a mind to drag Ransom back to the car and have him do something about what heâd started, but you were determined to go pumpkin picking.Â
Pushing aside the distracting hum of desire filling your body, you pulled away from Ransomâs warmth and began carefully stepping through the pumpkin patch. The smell of earth and the distinct scent of pumpkins surrounded you, calming some of the buzzy heat Ransom had stirred up, and you were able to focus on your search for the perfect pumpkins.
Once Ransom got over the fact that he would have to walk through the dirt in his nice loafersâwhich took a few moments of complainingâhe began picking his way through the pumpkins. He kept calling out to you when heâd found one that was particularly deformed or ugly in some way, trying to claim they had âcharacter.â But you knew he was just being a pest to make you laugh and smile.
To his credit, he was making you laugh, and the smile on your face was so wide it hurt a little.Â
Every time he held up a terrible pumpkin like it was a prize catch, you shook your head at him, but your laughter echoed across the fields of the farm. And you couldnât help but notice that Ransom seemed to be having fun, too, his own smile staying fixed on his handsome face as you both made your way through the pumpkin patch.
âWhat about this one?â Ransom called, from a little ways away, having wandered off in a different direction. âNow this is a pumpkin.â
You stood up from where youâd been bent over, looking at some moderately sized pumpkins to find Ransom standing beside a massive orange thing. It was almost as high as Ransomâs waist, tipped on its side, but as you looked harder, something about it seemed off.
First, it was clearly meant to be part of a display set up by the farm, since it stood in front of an artfully arranged stack of hay bales that were topped with smaller pumpkins. The rest of the field stretched out behind the setup, and you suspected it had been constructed in an attempt to give visitors to the farm a photo op, where families or groups of friends could pose for the perfect autumnal pictures.Â
But as you walked closer to Ransom, and smoothed your hands over the large pumpkin, you realized something else was off about the gourd.
âRan,â you started dryly, cutting your eyes to him, finding him admiring the pumpkin. âThis isnât a real pumpkinâitâs fake, for the photo op,â you said, waving your hand at the whole display.
Ransom seemed confused for a moment, then looked at the bales of hay arranged behind it as if he was seeing them for the first time. Since you were closer, you could see a little sign that had the name of the farm tacked into the hay, and had to give it to Johnsonâs Family Farmâthey seemed to know what they were doing.
âFigures the first pumpkin I actually like is fake,â Ransom muttered, turning to you and wrapping his arms around your waist as he curled his big body around yours.Â
You bit your lip against a laugh and stroked your fingers through his soft brown hair. âDonât worry, Ran, Iâm sure weâll find something you like.âÂ
His thick arms squeezed you tight and for a moment, the two of you just stood there, holding onto one another. It was a sweet momentâuntil Ransomâs hands began to wander down your back, stroking down your spine to the swell of your ass. But he didnât stop there. His hands slid further down and under your skirt, groping your thighs shamelessly and kneading the soft flesh of your ass.
âRemind me again about the deal we made, nixie,â Ransom rumbled, his tone thick with lust as he used his big hands to pull you closer, his bulge pressing into your stomach.Â
Your mind was swimming with desire, your body arched into the bigger form of your sugar daddy, but you managed to remember the words of the agreement youâd madeâthe one that had finally convinced Ransom it would be worth it to take you pumpkin picking.
âI have to do everything you say,â you recited the terms of your deal, your voice breathless with excitement. âAnd you can do anything you want with me.â
Ransom made a rumbling sound deep in his chest, the vibrations teasing your nipples through your sweater and sheer lingerie. Your breasts felt heavy, aching to be touched, but you kept your arms around Ransomâs broad shoulders, waiting to see what heâd do.Â
âI think itâs time for you to pay up, baby,â Ransom murmured, walking you backward until your ass collided with the big, fake pumpkin. âI wanna take some pictures of my pretty sugar baby on the biggest pumpkin in the patch.âÂ
The plastic was cold against your bare thighs and you sucked in a gasp, your body tensing in Ransomâs grip.
He seemed to understand your plight, though, because he uncurled himself from around your bodyâafter giving your ass a lingering squeeze.Â
Straightening, Ransomâs eyes caught yours, his blue gaze sparkling with mischief and a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth as he shrugged out of his wool coat. He swung it around behind you, laying it down on the pumpkin before his hands fell to your hips.
âNeed a boost?â he asked, his lips curving into a deviously handsome smirk as his hands settled on your hips.
Truthfully, you didnât need the help. The pumpkin was only a little higher than your ass, and you could have easily hopped up onto it. But arousal was slinking through your body, making you feel heavy and achy and you couldnât pass up the opportunity to have Ransomâs hands on you for a little longer.
âYes, please, daddy,â you said sweetly, giving Ransom your most charming smile and enjoying the way his eyes darkened at the honorific.Â
Ransom pressed close to you, his expensive cologne filling your senses as he pinned you against the pumpkin under the guise of helping you. But you could feel the hard, thick length in his slacks digging into your soft belly and you knew he was enjoying the excuse to hold you just as much as you were.Â
Slowly, he eased you up onto the pumpkin, the wool of his coat scratchy against the back of your bare thighs, but much warmer and softer than the cold plastic of the decoration.Â
When he settled you right where he wanted you, it took all your self-control not to spread your legs for Ransom. You bit your lip against a sultry smile and kept your legs closed, trying to look nice for the photos he was going to take.
Still, you couldnât help but murmur a breathy, âThank you, daddy,â that had your blood running even hotter through your veins.Â
Ransom seemed just as affected as you, but he managed to hold himself together, dropping a quick kiss to your lips before rumbling, âGood girl, nixie.âÂ
Then he was stepping away, taking his warmth and delicious scent with him as he retreated a few paces and pulled out his phone. You arranged yourself in a pretty pose on the pumpkin, smiling for Ransomâs camera, and adjusting your legs or arms or the tilt of your head as he asked.Â
Youâd been a little worried that giving Ransom free reign to order you around would lead to him barking commands at you like you were a dog. But heâd taken your words about not liking being talked to like that to heartâno doubt helped by the reminder of his text going unanswered that morningâand he kept his voice warm and light as he guided you through the poses he wanted for the photos he was taking.
It was more fun than you expected. Youâd never done any kind of photoshoot, and you found yourself enjoying Ransomâs gentle commands helping you pose for him. He took so many photos of you perched on that fake pumpkin, you began to wonder what he planned to do with them.Â
But then his directions took a new turn, and you couldnât help the smirk that curved your lips.
âNow spread your legs,â Ransom urged, bending down so he was crouched in the field, being careful not to let his pants touch the dirt. âPut your feet upâyeah, just like that.â Ransomâs eyes sparkled in the bright September sunshine as he watched you shift into the pose he wanted, his mouth pulled wide in a wolfish grin. âLet daddy see whatâs under that pretty skirt of yours.â
Leaning back on your hands, you lifted your knees and spread them wide, balancing precariously on top of the big, fake pumpkin. Your skirt fell around your hips, baring your black silk panties for Ransomâs camera. Even a few paces away, you could hear his inhale of breath when he got his first glimpse of the thin slip of fabric barely covering your glistening slit.Â
Excited thrills zipped through your body, more wetness gathering between your thighs as you watched Ransomâs blue eyes darken. Your pussy was so close to being on full display in broad daylight, and even though you knew the farm was deserted, the possibility of somehow being caught still made the tension in you crackle deliciously.Â
But that was the fun of following Ransomâs ordersâyouâd known from the moment you offered it up for the deal that he would have you doing something naughty. You just hoped, as your core ached to be filled, that your sugar daddy would end the teasing soon and fuck you over the pumpkin he had you sitting on.
âRub your pussy, baby,â Ransom rumbled, his voice pitching lower. âLet me see you make a mess of your pretty pantiesâall for me.â
His tone was drenched in a desire that made you even wetter, your body responding to his voice alone. You were so gone for him, you didnât even care that no other man had ever made you wet just from his voice. You just wanted him to keep talkingâkeep ordering you to do more filthy things.Â
Putting all your weight on one hand, you slipped the other between your thighs, using two fingers to rub your clit through your black silk panties. You suspected they were expensive, just like all the lingerie Ransom had gifted you, but you didnât think about how much they cost. You only stared into Ransomâs camera and let your eyes go heavy-lidded, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan as pleasure pulsed through your body.
âGood girl, nixie,â Ransom purred, shifting closer but staying down on his haunches. Soft clicks of a camera shudder came from his phone as he took photo after photo, capturing the way your fingers dipped down to your slit and pushed your panties ever so slightly into your dripping hole. âFuckâyeah, just like that, rub that pretty pussy like a good little slut for daddy.â
A whimper slipped from your lips and a shudder wracked your whole body at the pleasure that suffused your entire being. Your fingers teased your wet slit while Ransom watched, his phone camera trained on you while he took photos of your lewd actions. It was headier than you wouldâve expected, your thoughts scattering as your hips rocked gently, pressing your cunt against your fingers instinctively.
âDaddy, âm so empty,â you wailed softly, pushing your fingers into your pussy through your panties, whining desperately when they couldnât go deep enough. The black satin was soaked in your juices, feeling good as it slipped against your wet lower lips, but you hated it in that moment because it was the only thing stopping you from being filled. âP-please, daddy!â
One of Ransomâs hands dropped from his phone to palm his dick through his pants, and you whimpered louder with a wordless plea. You opened your eyes wider and pouted your lips, imploring him to put you out of your miseryâeither by giving you another order, or by sinking his fat cock into your aching pussy.
Ransomâs features darkened with desire, his handsome face twisting into an expression that was almost a scowl as he rose from his crouch to tower over where you were perched. Your own expression lightened and turned hopeful, sure he was going to tuck his phone away and fill you up, but instead, he chuckled darkly.Â
Skimming his free hand down your inner thigh, he groped you briefly, your skin tingling everywhere he touched. But then he ignored your pussy entirely and instead tugged on the hem of your sweater.
âPull up your shirt, nixie, show me your slutty body,â Ransom rasped, his voice hoarse with his own need while he palmed his dick again, keeping his phone camera trained on you.
You whined and squirmed pathetically at the quick tease of his touch, but followed his order all the same. You tugged the hem of your sweater up, catching it between your teeth to keep it from falling down again before you went back to rubbing your pussy.Â
You knew how you mustâve lookedâyour legs spread wide, your shirt pulled up to show off both parts of your black silk matching set and your hand pressed between your thighs, rubbing your pussy shamelessly. You mustâve looked like a perfect little whore for Ransom, and by the way his eyes sparkled and his mouth curved into a satisfied smirk, he loved it.
âGood girl, nixie,â he murmured, soft clicks of the camera shutter coming from his phone as he took even more photos while he stood over you. âYouâre such a good little slut for me, baby, such a perfectly obedient girl.â His eyes flicked from his phone screen to your eyes. âDoesnât it feel good to do everything daddy tells you?âÂ
With the soft cotton of your sweater in your mouth, you couldnât speak, so you nodded, holding Ransomâs gaze as you did so. You wanted him to see it was the truthâit did feel good to do what he told you. Because you trusted him. You knew heâd never tell you to do anything that might hurt you.Â
Something shifted in Ransomâs eyes as he read your expressionâsomething that looked a lot like surprise melting into a profound awareness that seemed to frighten him. As you watched, his eyes hardened just a little bit, the hand holding his phone dropping out of the way as he stared at you intensely.
âAre you sure you can handle it, sugar baby, doing everything I tell you?â he asked, a harshness in his tone that spoke to an underlying animosity you knew wasnât truly directed at you.Â
You realized all of a sudden that youâd tipped your hand. Youâd shown Ransom you trusted him, and, in the process, shown him that your feelings for him were deeper than they should be between a sugar baby their sugar daddy. His question was a challenge, and an offering of an escape at the same time.Â
But, for all that youâd avoided showing Ransom how you truly felt about him, you simply couldnât run away from him. If youâd been able to do that, you wouldâve parted ways with your sugar daddy already.Â
So you held Ransomâs glinting blue gaze and nodded resolutely. His expression hardened further.Â
âSpank your pussy,â Ransom growled, his voice sounding as rough as the gravel in the farmâs parking lot. âShow me what a dirty little slut you are and slap your cunt as hard as you can.âÂ
Your whole body quivered with anticipation as you drew back your hand from your wet, puffy pussy. Your silk panties were soaking wet, and you knew the flimsy fabric wouldnât protect your sensitive slit from the sting of the spank, but Ransom gave you an order, and you intended to follow itâto show him how much you trusted him, and cared for him.
Using the flat of your fingers, you slapped your cunt as Ransom instructed, as hard as you could manage. Electrifying pain streaked through your body, making you cry out and arch violently on the pumpkin you were perched on, your other hand gripping tightly to Ransomâs wool coat to keep you balanced. A deep, blazing pleasure nipped at the sensationâs heels and your cry devolved quickly into a debauched moan that was muffled by the sweater in your mouth.Â
It took you a moment to force your gaze back to Ransom, his eyes swirling with so many emotions, you didnât have a hope of discerning them. But he held his phone up again, no doubt framing you within the screen and said in a gruff voice, âAgain.â
That time, since you were expecting it, it was easier to brace for the sting of pain and the burning pleasure that swept the smarting tingle away. But your body still responded, your spine curving and your legs shaking wildly, your lips falling open in another muted moan as your teeth clung to the sweater so it didnât slip free from your mouth.Â
Ransomâs camera captured the whole thingâyou knew because he watched the screen instead of you, his mouth twisting into a depraved smirk.
âDoes it feel good, baby?â Ransom rumbled, some of the warmth you typically heard in your sugar daddyâs voice seeping back into his words. He mustâve heard it, too, because his next words were harsher. âDoes it feel good to spank your pussy like the dirty little slut she is?
âUh huh,â you mumbled around the sweater in your mouth. You tried to tell him it felt good, but the words came out entirely garbled, though Ransom seemed to understand.Â
âAre you gonna come from slapping your naughty cunt?â he asked, his eyes darkening with hungry intent as he watched your face, waiting for your response.
Your pussy pulsed at his filthy question, and you thought maybe it was possible to come from spanking your puffy slit, especially if your fingers caught your clit with each slap. But truthfully, you didnât knowâyouâd never tried. So you answered Ransom honestly, muttering, âIonno,â around the sweater in your mouth.
Ransom huffed an impatient sound and reached for you to tug the sweater free from your teeth, his actions gentle even despite his obvious annoyance. âSay that again.â
âI-I donât know,â you whispered. âI can try.â
The expression on Ransomâs face shifted again, but it became even more unreadable. He held your gaze for a moment, as if he was searching for something, though you didnât know what.Â
âYou want to try?â he asked, his voice soft, almost tentative.
You acted instinctively, pushing yourself up so you were no longer balancing on your hand and reaching past Ransomâs phone to grab his sweater to pull him down for a kiss. Your lips moved sweetly against his for a moment, before you pulled back and stared deeply into his eyes.Â
âI want to do everything you tell me to do,â you said, reciting the words of the deal youâd struck with Ransom, but changing them just a little, to tell him again that you wanted him, you trusted him. âI want you to do anything you want with me.âÂ
A look of something almost like fury flitted across Ransomâs face, and then he was surging forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, as if he meant to brand you with his mouth. You moaned into him, which only seemed to make him kiss you harder, his tongue pushing past your lips to sweep into you as if he owned you.Â
In that moment, if heâd asked, you would have told him he did.
Just as suddenly as heâd kissed you, Ransom pulled away and he shoved his phone in the pocket of his expensive slacks. Then, before youâd even recovered from his kiss, he grabbed your hips and spun you to the side, guiding your shoulders down so you were laying draped sideways across the big pumpkin.Â
âPanties off,â he growled, his voice a low rumbling contrast to the sharp clinking of his belt buckle as he undid his pants. âGive âem to me.âÂ
You were quick to follow his orders, hooking your fingers in the black silk panties and shoving them down your legs, pulling them off and then handing them to Ransom. You watched your sugar daddy hold them up to his face and take a deep breath, inhaling your scent as his other hand dove into his boxer briefs.Â
Because your head was hanging over the side of the fake pumpkin beneath your back, you had a front row seat to Ransomâs big hand stroking his hard length, your mouth watering with the desire to taste him on your tongue. A whine slipped from your lips and you squirmed, getting Ransomâs attention.
He chuckled darkly, tucking your panties into the pocket of his slacks that didnât hold his phone and then shoved them and his boxer briefs down. His thick, fat cock fell on your face, making you flinch in surprise at the slight slap of it against your skin. But in the next breath, you were tilting your face up and kissing him affectionately, murmuring in contentment when his musky taste hit your tongue.Â
âSuch a perfect little slut, baby,â Ransom rasped, his praise drenched in that warm tone that had your heart beating happily in your chest. He wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and slapped it gently on your smiling lips. âOpen your mouth and spread your legs.âÂ
Immediately, you did as Ransom said, parting your thighs and opening your mouth wide, then waiting for what came next. You werenât surprised when Ransom didnât waste any time before pushing the tip of his cock past your lips. Â
He let out a low, filthy groan as he thrust deep in your mouth, pressing into your throat until you could feel him bulging in the front of your neck. He held there, his balls nestled against your nose while you swallowed around him, trying to get used to the intrusion while he groaned obscenely at how good you felt.Â
âFuck yeah, baby, take daddyâs cock in your pretty little throat,â he rumbled, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat and pressing down lightly, grunting when he felt himself twitching inside you. âYouâre such a perfect little slut, âs like you were made for meâall for me.âÂ
You moaned around Ransomâs cock, hoping he took the sound for the agreement it was as you lay beneath him, your hips squirming and your pussy fluttering in the cool September air. Your wiggling seemed to get Ransomâs attention and he leaned over you, his big hand sliding between your thighs to rub your already messy pussy.
âSo fucking wet for me,â he murmured, his voice sounding like sunshine with the affection clear in his tone. âYou still wanna see if you can come from getting your pussy spanked?â he asked, a smirk in his words.Â
You nodded as best you could, your hips squirming and bucking, practically begging for him without using a single wordânot that you could utter any with his cock buried so deeply in your throat.Â
His fingers slid teasingly against your clit and you bucked harder, grinding against him as best you could.Â
Your antics made Ransom laugh quietly as he muttered, âAlright, baby,â in a placating voice.Â
That was the only warning you gotâthat and his hand disappearing from your pussy. Ransomâs big hand came down on your pussy sharply, the flat of his fingers spanking your pussy much harder than you. Still, you could feel he was holding back from using all his strength, only giving it to you as hard as he knew you could take.
And take it you did.Â
A muffled scream clawed its way up your throat and slipped past your lips to be muffled against Ransomâs balls as white-hot pain flooded your body, followed closely by the all-consuming burn of pleasure. A tremor shook your limbs and you choked on Ransomâs cock, your throat squeezing him tight enough to wring a grunt from him.Â
âFuckâdid that feel good, baby?â he rumbled, his fingers dipping into your hole and rubbing your juices all over your pussy, paying special attention to your clit. âDo you like it when daddy spanks your slutty pussy? Because youâre squeezing my cock like you want me to do it again.âÂ
His voice was drenched in warmth and humor and you whined in response as you planted your feet on the curve of the fake pumpkin and bucked your hips up against his hand, pleasure coiling tight in your core. You knew it was only a matter of a few more smacks from Ransomâs hand before that coil was snapping and you were going to come from him spanking your pussy.Â
âThat sounds like a yes, but I wanna feel you nod, baby,â Ransom murmured, his other hand petting your cheek softly.Â
You couldnât see him from the angle you were at, but you could hear the smile in his tone and you melted a little, your legs falling open wider as you nodded for him.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, his fingers stroking over the bulge in your throat while his others rubbled your clit, making your tight channel squeeze his cock tighter. âAnd what do you do if itâs too much? Show daddy,â he urged as his fingers trailed lower, until they dipped into your black satin bra and swirled around your nipples until they were stiff peaks.Â
Meanwhile, you reached back and patted the outside of Ransomâs thigh three times, the sign youâd established with him early on in your relationship for when you needed a break but didnât have the capacity to use words.Â
âGood, youâre such a good girl,â he purred. His hand kept sliding lower down your body until he reached your thighs. He grabbed your soft flesh and pushed your legs open even wider. âNow, letâs see if we can make your pretty pussy come just from being spanked while I fuck your slutty mouth.âÂ
You barely had a chance to moan your agreement before Ransomâs hand came down on your cunt again, the sharp, slick sound of his fingers slapping your wet flesh meeting your ears before the stinging pain and scorching pleasure sent your thoughts skittering away.Â
He rubbed your clit roughly and moved his hips, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, grunting and groaning at the feel of your moans vibrating through him and your throat squeezing him every time he slapped your pussy.Â
Ransom fell into a rhythm, spanking your pussy as hard as he thought you could handle, his fingers catching your clit every time, and fucking your throat while you lay draped over the big, fake pumpkin in that deserted pumpkin patch.Â
You were at the mercy of Ransom, and he seemed to know it just as much as you didâand he didnât take it for granted. His hands were purposeful with every touch, every spank, his hips never pushing too hard against your head as he fucked your mouth. It was filthy and dirty and yet you could feel the depth of his caring in everything he did to you.
It wasnât long before you were pushed to the precipice of your release, your body trembling uncontrollably, the coil in your core wound so tight, you knew it would snap any second.Â
Ransom mustâve felt it too, because he started up a constant refrain of, âGood girl, baby, come for meâcome for daddy, baby. Youâre doing so good, wanna watch your pretty pussy come, baby, câmon, lemme see.â His words were so sweet and warm and wicked, you were unable to do anything but follow his gentle command.Â
On the next slap to your cunt, the coil of pleasure in your belly snapped, and your entire body went tight with white-hot tension before it burst free into decimating waves of pleasure. Ransomâs cock muffled your scream as you came, your hips bucking and pussy convulsing beneath his warm palm as you rubbed your soaking wet slit against him.Â
You were so consumed by your release, you didnât notice the way Ransom had frozen, and you barely felt him pulling his cock free from your mouth. You only knew that suddenly you were able to pull in deep breaths and smell the crisp scent of the pumpkin patch.Â
Your head spun when Ransom gently pushed you to sit up and hauled you off the pumpkin, your feet hitting the soft soil of the field and your knees nearly buckling as your body still shivered from the waves of pleasure rolling through you.Â
Ransom sat heavily on his wool coat still draped haphazardly over the top of the pumpkin, his hands greedily grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap. Your knees bracketed his thighs while his hands grabbed your ass and guided you to sit up. Then you felt the tip of his cock slide against your still fluttering hole and you moaned, your head dropping back like you didnât have the strength to hold it up anymore.
âCanât fucking believe you came from getting your pussy spanked, baby,â Ransom was mumbling, his big hands changing the angle of your hips until the head of his cock was pressed to your entrance. âGotta feel it, gottaâŠâ He cut off on a grunt when he pushed into your slick, pulsing pussy, his hands shifting to your hips so he could pull you down onto his hard, throbbing length.
Your hands found Ransomâs biceps and you held onto him, your fingers tangling in the thick weave of his cable knit sweater as you quickly sank down on his cock. He was so thick and long, it stung a little to impale yourself so fast without any kind of preparation, but you didnât care. You were too greedy for his cock to take your time, a deep, primal instinct driving you to take him as fast as you could while your mind was still reeling from your first release.Â
âOh fu-uck,â Ransom groaned brokenly, his head falling against your chest. You could feel his face pressing into your sternum, his heavy exhale ghosting between the swells of your breasts. It was against your bare skin, your heart racing just beneath the surface, that Ransom confessed, âI love you, nixie.âÂ
At his words, you went deathly still. For an unending moment, your mind reeled and you tried to be certain youâd heard Ransom correctly. You were sure you couldnât have.
It didnât seem like he realized what heâd said until he felt you stiffen in his lap. Then, Ransom sat up slowly, his gaze sharp as it raked over your face, trying to gauge your reaction.Â
Licking your lips to bide you time to find your voice, you forced yourself to ask the question your heart needed an answer to.Â
âDo you mean it?â
Ransomâs expression tightened, his eyes going even more wary, but he noddedâa quick, dip of his chinâand you sucked in a breath.
A tingling warmth started at the top of your head and cascaded through your body, filling you with a bright, fizzling feeling. It took a moment for you to recognize it was happiness. But not just happinessâit was pure, unfiltered joy.Â
Your sugar daddy loved you. Ransom Drysdale loved you.Â
His expression was growing more and more distant with every second that passed without you responding and you couldnât have that.Â
Squealing in delight, you launched yourself at himânot that it was such a far distance, considering you were in his lapâand he let out a soft, âoof,â when you collided with his chest, your arms winding around his neck and squeezing him tight.
âI love you, too, Ran,â you confessed on an exhale. It felt so good to get the words off your chest, that you repeated them. âI love you.â
âOh, thank fuck,â Ransom said on a sigh of relief as he gathered you tighter against his chest. One of his arms wrapped around your lower back while the other braced against your spine so his hand could cup the back of your neck. âYou have no idea how glad I am to hear that, nixie.â
âDid you really think I wouldnât love you back?â you asked softly before pressing a kiss to Ransomâs soft cheek because you couldnât help yourself. The scent of his cologne filled your senses and you smiled against his jaw, kissing him again and again, like youâd never get enough of it.Â
âWasnât sure,â he admitted gruffly.Â
You giggled at the sheepishness in his tone, pulling back until you could see his face. He was blushing a little, a tiny bit of pink tinging his cheeks and making him look adorable. You couldnât help yourself from cupping his handsome face in your hands and leaning forward to brush a sweet kiss to his mouth.Â
âI love you, I love you, I love you,â you murmured, in between teasing kisses. âI love you when youâre grumbling about going pumpkin picking, and I love you when youâre spanking my pussy, and I love you when youâre bringing me my favorite coffee because you remembered what I liked.âÂ
You kept kissing him until Ransom was chuckling, his hand squeezing the back of your neck in an affectionate gesture. He reeled you in for a deeper kiss, cutting off your list of all the times youâd loved him. But you and Ransom were smiling too much to kiss properly, your teeth knocking against each other and making you both laugh even more.Â
Your joyful laughter soon devolved into soft moans and grunts when Ransom rocked his hips, shifting his cock even deeper inside you. Your fingers threaded through his soft brown hair and you clung to him while you rolled your hips, grinding down on his stiff length until you were breathless with renewed desire.
âFuck, nixieânixie, âm not gonna last much longer,â Ransom groaned, his arms tightening around your back and holding you pinned against his chest while he fucked up into you. âYour pussyâs too perfectâtoo fucking warm and tight and good for me.âÂ
âCome inside me, Ran,â you whispered heatedly, feeling his cock twitch at your suggestion. You moaned softly in his ear. Your clit was grinding against the base of Ransomâs cock, and it wouldnât be long before you came for a second time. âPlease, daddy, fill me upâwanna feel your come leaking from my pussy while weâre picking pumpkins, daddy, please,â you begged in a pathetic whine.
âI love youâfuck, I love you so fucking much, nixie,â Ransom growled, pressing his face to your cheek and nudging you to the side until his mouth found yours. He kissed you so long and so deeply, it made your head spin, and he fucked you all the while, pounding into your cunt hard enough that the pleasure he gave you was edged with just enough delicious pain that you were falling off the edge and coming in no time.
Ransom swallowed your screams of pleasure as you came, your pussy clenching his cock hard enough that he followed right after, grunting into your mouth so that it was your turn to muffle his sounds with your lips.Â
Coming at the same time was heady and all-consuming and you were so happy you felt like you could float away if it wasnât for Ransomâs arms holding you so tightly to his chest. And you were glad for it, because you didnât want to float away unless he came with you.
The two of you gradually eased down from your highs together, still kissing, still murmuring your love for one another as if you could pass the words between your lips as easily as you exchanged breaths.
Finally, your rocking bodies gently stilled and your racing hearts returned to steady, normal drumbeats. The September sun was bright, keeping you warm from the chill in the air as you snuggled into your sugar daddyâthe man that you loved, and who loved you in return.
Your head was still spinning and trying to process everything youâd both admitted while laying against Ransomâs chest, your fingers playing idly with a loose thread in his sweater, when he finally broke the comfortable silence that had fallen.
âIf we carve up some of these pumpkins, do I really have to clean out all the guts with my bare hands?â
His question, and the almost whining tone in his voice, had you choking on a surprised laugh. You leaned back, looking into Ransomâs face to see if he was joking, but he wasnât looking at you. He was giving the pumpkin patch another dubious look, making you laugh again as you shook your head at him.
âNo, you could wear gloves, and thereâs usually a scoop that comes in the pumpkin carving kits at the store,â you explained to him, your tone filled with humor even as you kept it even and patient. âYou donât have to touch the pumpkin guts if you donât want to.â
Your fingers stroked through the hair at the nape of his neck and he seemed to relax, though whether it was from your assurance or your touch, you couldnât tell. You suspected it was both.
After a moment, Ransom seemed to reach some sort of decision because he heaved a deep sigh and met your gaze. His blue eyes were shimmering in the bright afternoon sunlight, and the affection in his gaze warmed you despite the chill in the air.Â
âAlright, letâs find some pumpkins worth carving,â he said, though his grim tone made it sound like he was suggesting you both walk into battle.Â
A smile spread across your face and you giggled happily. âYou mean it?â
âOf course, nixie,â Ransom rumbled, leaning in and brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. âThereâs very little I wouldnât do to make you happyâI thought that was clear when I agreed to an afternoon of pumpkin picking.âÂ
You laughed softly, ghosting your lips over his in a teasing gesture as your heart fluttered in your chest, happiness swooping through your belly. But still, his words didnât exactly match up to your memory of events, especially given everything youâd done to get him to agree to the dateâincluding the deal youâd made.
âSilly me, and here I thought it was because of the deal we made,â you murmured.Â
âMm, nope,â Ransom said, popping the âpâ in nope. âWoulda taken you pumpkin picking even without the dealâjust liked watching you convince me.â He brushed feather-light kisses along your jaw, making you hum happily at the soft press of his lips after you snorted at his comment. âBut now that you mention it, our arrangement extends to the pumpkin carving portion of this date, yeah?âÂ
âUh huh,â you mumbled, having a hard time following the conversation when he sucked gently on the spot just beneath your ear that had your head falling to the side to give him better access. You shook your head lightly and found the words to form a proper response. âSure, it lasts as long as the date does.â
You felt Ransomâs mouth curve as he smirked against the side of your neck. âGood,â he purred, kissing down your throat until he got to the line of your sweater. âGonna make you suck my cock while I clean out our pumpkins.â
Buzzy excitement and warm desie flooded through you at his words and it was your turn to smile. You remembered that youâd considered offering to blow him to get him to carve pumpkins just that morning, so you obviously had nothing against his suggestion. You were eager for it to become a reality.
âWhatever you say, daddy,â you murmured in your sweetest voice.Â
Ransom huffed an amused laugh before his mouth found yours again.Â
The two of you kissed for a little while longer, until your knees and hips started to protest sitting in the same position on that big, fake pumpkin for so long. Ransom helped you down from his lap and towed you back toward the farm stand, so you could clean up in the nice employee bathroomâthough he refused to give you your panties back.
You spent the rest of the early afternoon picking out pumpkins with Ransom, then he carried them back to his BMW and put them in the trunk. While he drove you both back to the city, he gave you his phone and told you to pick out your favorite of the photos heâd taken of you.Â
You asked him if he only wanted you to pick from the lewd photos, and he told you to also pick one of the pictures heâd taken of you with your clothes covering you. When you asked him what it was for, he told you he wanted to frame it and put it on his desk in his office. Your heart fluttered when he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, admitting he missed you while he was at work.
If you hadnât already known you were in love with him, you wouldâve known then, your heart squeezing in happiness while your fingers tightened around his. Since you didnât have to hold back your emotions anymore, you told him how much you loved him, and he responded by repeating the words and kissing your hand again.
The rest of the afternoon was spent at your townhouse apartment in Beacon Hill, cleaning out and carving the pumpkins youâd picked before putting candles in them and setting them on the steps outside your front door. Before the date was over, you even got Ransom Drysdaleâyour sugar daddy and the man that you lovedâto admit he had fun.Â
Of course, you had to promise youâd never tell anyone. But you assured him you could keep it secret, so long as he loved you. He grinned, and promised you he always would, then he sealed the deal with a kiss.Â
And that was how an afternoon of pumpkin picking turned into a beautiful life together.
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Pairing: quarterback!Ari Levinson x naive!Reader
Summary: You have to do what daddy says, no matter how depraved it may be.
Warnings: smutt, dd/lg vibes, daddy kink, phone sex, riding of stuffed animals, dirty talk, Ari being depraved, Ari being a cocky asshole, innocence kink.
âBut Ari, Iâve never sent nudes before.â
You bite your lip, moving your phone from one ear to the other. It was 2am, and youâre usually never awake this late. But youâd been working on a paper that was due tomorrow morning, and then Ari had called you.
Which was crazy. You didnât even know Ari had your number. He was a senior and you were only a freshman and it was insane that he wanted to talk to you! Youâd only ever met him once at a party last week, where heâd flirted with you sporadically throughout the night. You didnât think much of it at the time, since heâd been flirting with a bunch of other girls too.
âJust lift your shirt up and send me a picture, sweetheart.â Ari insists, sounding smug on the other end of the line. âMaybe play with your tits a bit? Fuck, you have such nice tits.â
âY-You think so?â
âYeah, baby. I canât stop staring at them whenever I see you in person.â
âOh. Thanks!â You know you shouldnât be happy with such a shallow compliment, but the fact that heâs interested in you is giving you butterflies. He was older than you, and he was the captain of the football team and the most popular guy on campus. You were, of course, none of those things.
âWell? Donât keep me waiting.â Thereâs a slight edge to his tone.
You inhale deeply, opening your camera and lifting your top up. Youâre not wearing a bra and your nipples are already hard from Ariâs smooth-talking and his gravelly voice. You snap a quick picture before sending it to him.
A pause.
âFuck, you are so hot.â
âThank you!â You glow at the praise. But then your eye catches the clock on your nightstand, âooh, Ari, itâs getting late! I need to sleep now.â
âNo.â Ari commands. âLetâs talk on FaceTime.â
âBut Iâm only in my PJs!â (They were babyish pyjamas too, nothing sexy at all.)
He ignores you, cutting the call and then calling you again through FaceTime. You accept it, gasping because he was shirtless on his bed. Youâd never seen him shirtless before! His chest and torso were so muscular and hairyâbut it made him look so manly that you couldnât help but feel sparks run down your spine.
âCute PJs.â He snorts.
âIâm sorry I donât have anything sexier.â
âDonât worry, baby. But maybe you should just take your top off completely, hm?â
âOh, uh⊠I donât know about that, Ari.â
âIâm not wearing a shirt, am I? So itâs only fair if you donât wear one either.â He gives you a charming smile and you feel your insides turn to goo. Oh, you had the biggest crush on him! You can already feel every cell in your body itching to do exactly what heâs asked you to.
You shrug your top off, trying only to focus on Ari and how his eyes widen, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallows. He licks his lips and runs a hand through his unruly brown hair. His other hand is out of frame, and you canât see what heâs doing with it.
âFuck, youâre so goddamn sexy, baby, showing off your hot, tight little body to me, huh?â
âIâIâŠuh⊠y-yeah, I guessââ
âMove up and down for me a bit, I wanna see your tits bounce. Mm, just like that, sweetie. Fuck, you love listening to me, donât you?â
You watch in awe as he spits down into the palm of his hand, and now you can guess what his hand is doing and it makes your eyes widen but your core pulses with lust too.
âLook how hard your nipples are, baby. Touch âem for me. Play with them like a little slut, like how all the pornstars and slutty cam-girls do it. Like youâre being paid to do it, fuck! Goddamn, youâre so hot.â
He pans his camera downwards for a split second, and you gasp when you see his huge cock in his hand. Heâs pumping it steadily, and it looks so big and fat and red andâ
âB-But Ari, Iâve never watched porn before so I donât know how a pornstar does it.â You blurt out.
A pause.
âMm, youâre a real good girl arenât you?â Ari chuckles breathlessly, running a hand through his hair again. Heâs still pumping his dick, but more leisurely now, like a wolf who knows he has all night to play with his prey.
You shrug awkwardly, âI guess I am.â
âSo tell me, how does a good girl like you like to be fucked?â
âWh-What?!â
Ari snorts, âCâmon, sweetheart. You and I both know Iâm gonna fuck you real soon. So I need to know how you like it. All sweet and slow? Because I can do that shit. Or are you a real freak in the sheets, and want me to shove your face against a pillow and take you hard and fast on your hands and knees?â
Your mouth drops open, and you suddenly feel so shy because how is he talking about such graphic things so easily???
âMm, you like the sound of that second option huh?â Ari says, and now he sounds slightly breathless. His face is shiny with a layer of sheen, and his hair is falling over his face as he pumps his dick and his eyes look all over your topless form like heâs ravenous. âThe innocent ones are always the freaky ones.â
âIâm not freaky!â
âSo you donât want me to fuck you doggy style with my hand round your throat like youâre wearing a goddamn collar, huh baby?â His voice sounds rough, gravelly, so infinitely turned on. And itâs crazy how quickly he switches back and forth from that to his casual, charming tone.
âBet your little baby pussy is clenching right now, isnât it baby? And I bet youâve made a mess all over your bed because youâre so turned on.â
You glance down guiltily, hating how heâs right. Thereâs a huge wet stain on your sheets underneath you. You hadnât realised just how wet you were because of all this. You bow your head and Ari smirks knowingly.
âVirgins get the wettest. And youâre a virgin, arenât you?â
Your eyes widen even more and you nod. Fuck, fuck, fuck, how did he know?!
âThatâs what I thought.â Ari lets out a low groan, jacking off even faster. âNow listen, I want you to practice for when I fuck you.â
âPractice?â
âYes, baby. I need to teach you so many things. But first tell me, do you have a stuffed animal in your room?â
Your face lights up, âSure I do! This is Fluffy!â You grab your stuffed lamb and wave it in front of your camera.
âGive Fluffy a kiss.â Ari orders you darkly, his tone switching to more serious.
âHuh?â
âYou heard me. Give your toy a kiss.â His normally blue eyes are now almost black, his pupils are so blown out with lust. And his order is kind of weird but you feel your pussy clench and leak some more, and you know youâre turned on by how authoritative heâs being.
You obey, pecking the stuffed lamb quickly. You feel embarrassed but youâre also feeling extremely submissive. And obeying him is turning you on so much.
âNot like that, baby. Make out with Fluffy properly. Like you would if it was me.â Ari says, and you look at him in shock only to see him smirking lazily back at you. His dick is throbbing against his hairy abs and heâs once again lazily stroking himself as he watches you intently. âUse your tongue.â
Itâs by far the weirdest thing youâve ever done. You scrunch your eyes shut and try to imagine your stuffie is Ari. And itâs not like you havenât done it before â because youâve practiced kissing on your stuffies in the past. But never in front of an audience, let alone a ravenous looking jock whoâs jacking off while watching your every move intently.
âMm, just like that. You like kissing Fluffy, huh?â He asks you darkly, and you can hear the steady thwapping sound of him pumping his dick.
âUh. Not really, itâs kind of weiââ
âUse your tongue more,â he cuts you off, âget your little toy nice and wet, baby. Mm, just like that. Daddy loves it when you do it like that.â
You gape at him, âd-daddy?â
Ari smirks, âyeah. Thatâs what youâre gonna call me from now on. Got it?â
You gulp, âI didnât know that was a thing.â
He licks his lips, âof course you didnât know, youâre just a baby. But guys love it when girls call them daddy. It just means Iâm in charge of you and that Iâll take care of you. That sounds nice, doesnât it?â
You mull over his words. That did sound nice, and the idea of calling him daddy was kinda making you feel all hot and bothered down thereâŠ
âTry it.â Ari suggests, âSay that youâre just a little baby who needs her daddy to tell her what to do.â
You bite your lip, âuhâokay. I-Iâm just a little baby and I need my⊠my daddy to tell me what to do.â You pause and beam, looking at him through your phone screen proudly, âhow was that?â
He nods approvingly, âyouâre a natural, baby. Now why donât you put Fluffy between your legs so he can kiss your other lips?â
Your jaw drops, and yet you feel yourself clench at his words, âWhat??â
âCome on, sweetheart. Do it for daddy. Iâm not here to give you your special kissies down there, which means Fluffy has to do it, right?â
âSpecial k-kissies?â
âThatâs right. Little baby girls like you need their special kissies or else youâll disappoint your daddy.â
You glance down at your pyjama shorts which are soaking wet. Despite you feeling awkward, you also felt immensely turned on by each word that came out of his mouth. How he was ordering you to do these depraved things⊠How he was talking to you all condescendingly like you were a baby⊠Oh, you didnât want to disappoint him!
Slowly, you spread your legs and press Fluffy down against your clothed mound. You make sure to pan your phone downwards so Ari can see, and he groans appreciatively. His thumb strokes the head of his dick before he moves his hand up and down, now leisurely stroking himself as if he wants to savour these next few moments.
âThatâs right, hump your sexy little baby pussy against your toy. Doesnât that feel so sexy, baby?â
You nod, âfeels good, AriâI mean daddy. It feels good.â
âDamn right it does, daddy always knows whatâs best for my little baby.â He runs his hand through his already dishevelled hair. His cheeks are flushed and heâs got a dark, determined look on his face as he continues to jack off, his eyes glued on you.
âRide your little stuffie just like that,â he murmurs, âget that pretty baby pussy all wet and slippery and worked up, ready for my daddy dick. Howâs that sound, princess? You ready for daddyâs dick?â
You bite your lip again, this time in pleasure as you continue to rub your pussy against the stuffie, âI think so. But youâre so bigâŠâ
That makes him smile, and he pans his camera down again to show you his fat, angry red cock. Heâs got a huge vein running down it, and you get the sudden urge to lick it. God, he was so big! And thick too! You feel giddy and scared at the thought that he might actually be your firstâŠ
âH-How many girls have you slept with, daddy?â you ask shyly.
âOnly a few,â he snorts, his tone vague before the glint in his eye returns. âI think Iâll only be able to fit my big dick halfway through your tiny snatch.â He says, âWhat do you think, baby?â
You nod, âI agree, youâreâuhâ super big, daddy.â
âMmhm, but youâd love it even more if I held you down and forced my fat cock inside your baby cunt till Iâm all the way in, so deep you can feel me in your fucking womb, wouldnât you?â he lets out a string of curse words as he pumps himself, âTell me youâd like that.â
âI would!â You cry, feeling like youâre so, so close to cumming, âd-daddy, Iââ
âShhh, baby girl. Daddy knows,â Ariâs watching you like a hawk as your movements grow more and more desperate, your hips rutting against your poor stuffed lamb. âPut your phone up against your pillow or something, so I can watch you ride your toy properly.â
You do as he asks, no questions asked. And itâs times like this where you feel extremely lucky that you donât have a roommate. And you hope Ari doesnât either.
âYeah, just like that. Get your toy all wet, sweetheart. Fuck, youâre so sexy,â Ari spits down on his palm before resuming to pump his cock, âbet you wish it was daddy underneath you like that, donât you? Bet you wish I was eating your cunt just like that.â
You fist the sheets, trying not to look at your stuffie as you straddle it, humping it like a wanton whore.
âYeah? Youâd like that, wouldnât you?â A few strands of his brown hair flip over his forehead, and he pushes them back impatiently, âRiding your daddyâs tongue, rubbing your baby cunt all over my face while you hold your little stuffed animal and cry like a baby âcause itâs too much for a little girl like you to handle.â
âOh, Iâd really like that!â you cry out, the pleasure within you mounting as you continue to breathlessly rub against your stuffie. You donât even know what youâre saying anymore, but heâs painting such a vivid, hot picture with his words that you canât help but agree. âW-Wanna ride you so bad, daddy. Would be so much â ah! â so much better than Fluffy!â
Ari smirks, âDamn right, it would. And tell me how youâd dress up for me, baby.â
âWould wear anything you want me to!â
âYeah? What about a pretty pink princess dress? Youâd wear that for daddy?â
âY-Yeah!â
âA cute and flouncy one, where your cute little ass pokes out every time you bend over in it,â he grunts, leaning forward as his pumping gets faster, âYour bare ass just begging for a hard slap â fuck! Tell me youâd like that!â
âIâd love it!â you agree quickly, your whole body on fire just from his words. But then, despite everything, a thought occurs to you, âB-But, daddy. I donât have a flouncy pink dress like that.â
âDonât worry, sweetheart. Iâll buy you one.â Ari promises. âBut first, you need to take your shorts off for me.â
You donât even object this time. The fabric of your pyjama shorts is all wet and sticky against your pussy, so you quickly discard them before resuming what youâre doing. And you canât help but throw your head back and moan embarrassingly loudly, because the stuffieâs fur catching against your bare clit feels heavenly. You circle your hips against Fluffy with renowned vigour, all while Ari watches you closely with carnal eyes.
âShow me your ass,â he orders you softly, and yet thereâs a note of authority in his tone, âshow daddy your cute little baby ass, sweetheart.â
You grab your phone, scrunching your eyes shut as you twist awkwardly, pointing it to your ass. But your heart skips a beat when Ari groans in appreciation.
âFuck, youâve got such a cute little butt, princess,â Ari murmurs, his gaze on you intense. âI bet it jiggles all cutely when you slap it, huh?â
âI â ah! â I dunnoâŠâ
His dark eyes flash, âSlap your ass for me, princess.â
Oh gosh, how embarrassing! You hesitate, âIâŠIâŠâ
âDo it. Do what daddy tells you,â Ari runs his tongue over his lips, âIâm in charge and I know whatâs best for you, sweetheart. Donât disappoint me. Spank your little baby ass for daddy.â
You do as he asks, so completely under his control that you just canât think straight. All you want to do is chase your own pleasure as you continue to ride your stuffed animal, and listen to the dirty talk coming out of Ariâs mouth. You gingerly slap your ass lightly, and Ari moans in appreciation before ordering you to do it harder. You comply once more, youâre so close to orgasming that you donât even think twice.
âYeah, fuck. Just like that, baby. God, I wish I could spank that cute ass of yours myself. Next time I see you at a party, Iâm bending you over my lap in front of everyone. Youâd let me do that, wouldnât you?â
âYes!â Youâd have agreed to anything at this point.
âDamn right. And Iâd flip your skirt over and spank your bare ass in front of all my fucking friends, because youâre my property and I can do that, canât I?â
âY-Yes! Ari, Iâm so close!â
âOh yeah, baby? Cum then. Iâm not stopping you.â
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, and you donât stop moving your hips, imagining your riding his thick cock as you cry out in pleasure. And you can hear Ari talking you through it, calling you his good little girl, telling you that daddyâs so proud of you, that youâre doing so well, that youâre so good at following instructions. And fuck, youâve never been this wet before, and youâve never cum this hard before. It takes you a good few minutes to recover, limbs shaking and your core so sensitive.
Once you finally regain your senses, you peer shyly at your phone once more to see Ari throwing away a wad of tissues.
âD-Did youâŠ?â
He snorts, âAfter that show you just put on? Of course I did.â
Heat rushes to your face, a part of you disappointed that you missed out on watching him orgasm because you were too wrapped up in your own pleasure. âOh. Wow, okay.â
Ari grins, âLook at you, all shy all of a sudden. Cat got your tongue, baby?â
You purse your lips and stick your chin out defiantly at him, âNo! Just⊠Tired is all.â
Ari nods thoughtfully, âTired, huh? So then I shouldnât come over tonight?â
Tonight? But it was so late! And yet your pussy thrums at the thought.
âY-You wanna come over?â You breathe.
âYeah, sweetheart. I gotta touch you in person, otherwise I wonât be able to sleep the whole night.â He flashes you a cocky smile, and you watch in awe as he zips his jeans and pulls a shirt over his head. You canât help but bite your lip. God, he was the most attractive, hottest guy youâd ever seen in your life!
âSo, you gonna text me your address, or what?â
âYes, daddy.â
So like⊠when I get horny, I tend to write things like this. ANYWAYS, lemme know what you think! Love you guys! This was sitting in my drafts for ages and finally I decided to finish it! đ©·đ©·đ©·
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