#like i spilled toothpaste on my eye accidentally (it still burns) and my immediate thought after the pain started to soothe was smth like

[hype-old-posts]

does anyone else have this "sensory symmetry" thing where you need both sides of your body to feel the same otherwise you just feel uncomfortable af???

example: feeling an itch on your left elbow, so you scratch it.

but now your right elbow feels "unscratched" so you gotta scratch it so they both feel the same way.

[theplumsoldier]

INEBRIATED [2]

PART 1, PART 2

Summary: lol its so weird to brush your teeth before breakfast, tagged some sweet people i figured wouldnt mind; if you did so sooorry 

Pairing: ari levinson x reader

Word count: 2243

Warnings: smut, explicit language, vulgar language.

When awaking in the early morning your head throbbed with a mean ache, a foul taste was in your mouth and you were felt to the brim with contrite of last night’s endeavors. Surely the night went well in comparison to what unpleasant tension you first had thought the situation would mint, and regardless of the attempted advantages in which you were certain you would hear of, you thought you did pretty well in spite of the liters of alcoholic substances you must have consumed. The very thought of the multi-substance abuse you had exposed yourself to was enough to send you sprinting out of bed, hell-bent on reaching the bathroom before stomach acid would spill from your mouth.

The taste was like anything sour you had imagined, with only alcohol and no food in your stomach to give up on you felt a burn in your throat, tears pressing in your eyes as you could barely breathe. The incident only carried on for a minute or so, and you slid from your knees to your behind and leaned against the wall, head bumping on the tiles and a moan left your lips.

Opening your eyes again you saw Ari standing tall before you, a crease between his eyebrows, tired look in his eyes and bare chest to drool over. A grin drew his face upward, and he nodded to you. “You good?”

Putting on an exhausted smile you held out your hand, giving him a thumbs up in response. As you had thought he would have left not long after you had fallen asleep you were pleased to see he still was in your apartment. You reached up to flush the toilet and pulled yourself up with the help of the sink, Ari coming to aid you in gaining your balance. Offering yourself a look in the mirror, you immediately pulled a face.

“I look like a wreck,” insulted you, tipping your head and wetting your chapped lips.

Ari too took a look at you in the mirror from behind you, eyes seeing nothing but morning glory as the sun put a fine shine on your skin through the window from the hall. He smiled and turned to find your toothbrush, figuring you would want to get rid of the taste of vomit. 

“Mission succeeded, eh? Didn’t drown,” joked you and wiggled your eyebrows, gaining a look from your friend. He put toothpaste on the brush and held it out for you to take and with a ‘thanks’ you shoved it past your lips. “There’s a spare in the—”

“I know,” interrupted he and you looked back up. His shoulders heaved and he went to put on a shirt, encouraging you to lean in the mirror to get a last discreet look at the body the looked to be sculptured by the hands God on his Sunday off. “I helped myself when I woke up an hour ago! Hope that’s okay!”

So the man’s been awake for an hour and didn’t bother putting on his clothes? Probably wanted to rub those abs in my face, thought you to yourself and shook your head with a smirk, spitting into the sink.

Washing your face and finishing up you met him in the kitchen, where he stood by the stove, in the middle of making eggs and you saw he had found the toast, as well.

“I’d tell you to feel at home, but it seems you already are,” commented you and sat by the table he had prepared.

He chuckled as he went on about his business.

“I wanted to apologize for yesterday,” began you but before you could say anymore, Ari cut in and came to pour coffee into the cup before you.

“Don’t worry about it. Yesterday was fun.”

You smiled, “I couldn’t agree more but really—I didn’t mean for you to take care of me the entire night. I drank, like, too much and also trying to kiss you wasn’t very cool either. That would have been weird.”

The words seemed to make him stiff in his posture, suddenly rigid and you dared look up at him. His eyes were fixated on the coffee pouring, pink lips parted. Waiting for some kind of reaction, you hoped he would not make some comment making you lose all hope for the future. You yourself did not actually consider, say you would have shared a kiss - even if meaningless and something only to be guilted on your drunken state, to be weird, although it certainly could have changed the whole situation between the two of you. Your teeth grazed your lip; coming to think of it, it might have been better now that you never got that kiss you wanted.

“It’s okay,” was all he said, offering you a kind smile, one out of pity you thought. He put away the kettle and went on to serve you half of the eggs, his eyes only meeting you once his last word was spoken. “I mean, if you hadn’t been shitfaced I just might have taken you up on that offer.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, not expecting him to speak so blatantly.

“I’m not drunk now.”

“That’s right.”

Silence once veiled the pair of you and you felt the lump in your throat grow in size and the butterflies in your stomach took off. He turned off the stove and put the pan in the sink where you were embarrassed to see days washing-up congregated. Boldly deciding to seize the moment, you stood from the chair and met him in a kiss you had fantasized about for all too long.

It was obvious he had not expected you to act in such a rash way, still, Ari could not find it in him to do this the right way as your lips delicately danced in sync with his. He could taste the mint from the toothpaste once you slid your tongue past his lip. Moaning into your mouth something beside you clattered but you did not care enough to halt to kiss, so instead you snaked your arm by his abdomen and pulled him closer, your other hand tugging at his neck to deepen the passionate kiss.

“The—the eggs are gettin’ cold,” you managed to utter against his lips, breathing heavily. The distance between the two of you was surely immeasurable, a hair’s breadth separating the two of you from melting into one.

“I don’t mind cold eggs.”

Smirking against his lips, you felt him force you against the counter. You had never felt this close to a person before, it was as if you in that very moment were one and the same, and all your troubling worries seemed to vanish. As if you could let your guard down and not even pay attention to what he might think of you, Ari made your apartment feel more like home than it ever had. Just as the kiss got to deepen and his hand squeezed at your hip, he made the baneful mistake of misplacing his hand on the stove.

“Fuck!”

Overwhelmed with a sudden pain rather than the prospering ardor, Ari accidentally bit down on your lip as he pulled back, clutching his hand tightly.

“Holy shit, here!” You hastily turned on the water tap, pushing away some of the dishes so water would not splash everywhere. Pulling at his arm, you held his hand under the cold water and Ari winced, his jaw clenching tightly. Keeping it in that setting for a small while he began grinning when your eyes locked.

You gave him a funny look, addled. “What, why—Jesus, Ari, are you okay?”

“Are you?” asked he in response and gestured to your lip, his unharmed hand reaching up to brush it, displaying a drop of red. Your tongue darted out and you felt the sting of where a layer of skin had been torn loose.

“I’m fine. Do—do you need that checked out?” you asked with concern.

“No need,” averred he, lust laced in his dark tone and pulled you back to him as if his hand was not burning with an itchy pain.

“Ari,” hummed you against his plump lips and grinned when he only pulled you closer, realizing that although you were apprehensive you never wanted for this moment to end.

With closed eyes, you reached out to turn off the running water. His large hand brought you impossibly close to his body, his hard chest feeling like stone against you and your heart fluttered as he moaned hoarsely into your mouth. How the guttural sound you elicited vibrated on your lips made you weak in the knees, and just as the world had come to be still, it was now spinning as you desperately clung to Ari.

“Let’s. . . The bedroom,” mumbled you incoherently, the idea of leaving his lips cold for even a split-second appearing condemning in thought.

Ari effortlessly lifted you from the ground, holding you close and your legs intuitively wrapped around his figure. Ambling into the bedroom he barely bumped into anything on the way and he put you on the bed, his face distanced from yours by an inch. Finding yours you could tell his eyes looked to be darker in the light of events as well as the dim room, rays of sun shining naturally on the spot of the large bed. It was odd to think of its size for it brought him to the man he once had been very close with, the man he was certainly never had been as good to you as you had pretended. It was the one another man had slept in, one Dan had claimed you in and that Ari was not blithe with.

Narrowing your eyes, you found his steel eyes pacific, something resembling wanton appetite. “What is it?”

His head dropped, the impious sin leaving him. He was on it now, with you and that meant no room for moronic thoughts of your ex. For this feeling of intimacy, Ari waited for the longest time to be the other part of, only ever chastising himself for being jealous of his best friend. He went back to taking in the beauty of your most prominent features. “You just look so beautiful.”

Heart skipping a beat, you slid your fingertips in a hair, sensing your pulse in the frail flesh and you pulled him close so that he would not see your blush. Taking the lead, Ari allowed you to overpower him and once you were positioned on top of him, on the part of his torso where his shirt had slid up, he had to lean back an appreciate the divine look.

“I have to leave for work soon,” chided you, the reminder suddenly a passing thought. Truthfully you were unaware of the time and it might as well have been past 10 o’clock, albeit you knew you had work and would tragically have to excuse yourself at some point, interrupting the fun.

Ari’s hands slid to your bottom, spurring you to shift against him, grind on his abdomen and you complied. Taking his time to observe the way your face contorted from pleasure as you felt his bulge grow beneath you, he put his lips on yours, swallowing the delicate moans he induced.

Subtly trailing his calloused hand over the softness of your skin, you shivered at the affection of his touch and could feel yourself ache for more while his hand approached your cunt. The dance his finger performed on your body initiated at a sedate and clement something for you to keep up with. As he applied extra pressure, you deferred to his magical work in encouraging moans and ground down harder against his hard, nude abdomen. Your legs started to involuntarily taut and you pressed your clothed sex hard against him, surely leaving a stain behind both in your underwear and his skin, too.

“That’s it, Y/N, that’s it,” Ari panted while guiding you back and forth as his hips bucked in reflex. Your hand went to massage your breast over the shirt you wore, tugging at your nipple through the clothing and your head rolled back. With closed eyes and teeth biting down hard on your red lip, you concentrated on the restricted sensation. “Fuck, doll, you look so good riding me like that.”

Coming off on his bare abdomen was something he never had experienced a woman doing, yet he could not admit it was not blatantly alluring, watch your glisten like that on his well-defined abs. In spite of being retained in his pants, he felt delectation in a way he rarely did, and so as you went on to plant sweet kisses down his neck, your alarm went off, blaring to your surprise.

Hurriedly you turned it off, facing Ari with an apologetic look, craving peeking from behind your deep orbs. “I ought to go soon.”

Chest heaving rapidly, Ari panted with a content grin. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“I just came in my pants.”

You looked down his body, your eyes widening when seeing the size of the saturated area you had made. “Sorry,” you whimpered, your voice still wavering from the high you were still processing. Red peaked up on your cheeks, but you could not keep the curve from you lip for long when knowing you had done that.

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