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The Meeting- Sneak Peek
After being Ari's one and only, it's only natural to meet the most important woman in his life.
You bite your lips nervously, fingers drumming against your leg as you stare out the window of the best up truck. The houses are rushing by in a blur, though you can see the street ahead and know time is running out. Despite Sarah and Ari being on good terms, you're still terrified to officially meet her- especially knowing their complicated history. Ari's constant missions and workaholic tendencies tend to interfere with a lot of your time together, but being paired together has allowed more freedom in the relationship that Sarah never had. You can't help but worry about the future, if Sarah doesn't approve of you being near her daughter, or if Maya doesn't like you, or-
"Get out of your head, pretty girl." A large hand takes yours, bringing it to scruffy lips, and you blink out of my thoughts and smile as Ari briefly meets your eyes. âStop being so nervous, theyâre going to love you.â
âWill they?â You raise your eyebrows at him. âItâs your ex-wife, who could think Iâm going to try and replace her⌠Not to mention MayaâŚâ
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delicate. [blurb.]
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | virgin
pairing | daddy!ari levinson x little!reader
warnings | ddlg; daddy!ari is sooo soft the softest ever. virginity loss, not very graphic. stretching ft. ari's 13 inch dick. clit rubbing. cock bulging in tummy kink. lots of praise and encouragement. reader struggles to take him (same girl), cries a little. p in v, protection not specified. ari gives a safeword reminder.
word count | 837
an | written for ari's #1 babygirl @evansbby, who's been very good this year so no need to leave coal (an andy fic lol) under the tree for her!! happy holidays to you friend, i tried to make ari as sweet and soft and loving and wonderful as you always remind us he'd be! <33 hope the 13 inches live up to your expectations, if he's 13 inches soft he's a shower,, right??
Dragging his fingertips over your hipbones, Ari's warm gaze met your own as he whispered one final time, "You sure you're sure, baby? We can always wait. Daddy knows how big of a deal this is."
He had set the bedroom up just right for the occasion, his goal to make the space as safe and comforting as possible. He had lube on hand in case you'd need it, a big fluffy blanket spread out over the bed to act as a soft surface for you to lie on, a candle he knew you liked burning on the nightstand, and everything for cleanup and aftercare set out in advance: a pack of baby wipes, a clean pair of panties, one of your favorite old t-shirts of his that you liked to sleep in, and more. If your daddy was one thing, it was thoughtful, and he had put plenty of thought and care into preparing for your first time.
"'m sure, Daddy," you giggled sweetly, smaller hands coming down to find his. And you meant it; you had been the one to finally initiate things, after all. Ari had been patiently waiting for you to tell him you were ready, never giving you even the tiniest sense that he was getting impatient. He wanted everything done on your timeline, when your heart and body were telling you that they were ready.
The broad man held your hands momentarily, giving them a squeeze as he smiled adoringly at you, "Okay, princess. Just wanna be sure." Gently releasing your fingers to lay on your tummy, he brought his thumbs down to spread your puffy pussy lips open. He had already spent plenty of time warming you up and getting you ready; as he suspected, he wouldn't be needing any help from the lube. "So fuckin' pretty, sweetheart. Look at how wet you are for me, such a good girl." He took a moment to swirl some of your arousal over your perfect little clit, marveling at the way it twitched excitedly beneath his touch.
Steadying his thumb there, he moved his other hand down to line up his leaking tip at your entrance. Pushing his head up against your tiny opening, he sucked in a breath, trying to reel himself in. It was taking all the strength and self-control he had to refrain from sinking himself into you without a care- but your big, trusting eyes blinking up at him so adorably were more than enough to keep him in check. You were his princess, his baby, his entire world; he didn't have it in him to hurt you, no matter how tempting the situation.
"Ready, pretty girl? Take a deep breath for me," his heavy voice guided you as he gently began easing himself in. Immediately, the stretch was nearly unbearable. Little feet kicking weakly, you whimpered as tears welled in your eyes. "You're okay, baby. You're okay," Ari took his time with you, keeping his thumb working circles over your clit to help with the discomfort. "You remember your word, sweetheart?"
"M-mhm," you sniffled, the way you rubbed your eyes so sweetly earning a loving smile from the man. "Keep going Daddy, please. I-I can take it," you promised. As much as the insertion ached, you were determined to be a big girl for your daddy.
Gentle eyes resting on your face, Ari's voice swelled with affection as he murmured, "My baby girl's so brave. Doin' so well, little one. That's it, just keep those pretty eyes on me."
It was a long, grueling affair, each inch of his massive length proving to be harder to take than the last. But through every painful moment, he was talking you right through it. "Doin' so well, sweetheart." "That's it, baby. Keep breathin' for me." "Almost there, pretty girl. Daddy's so proud'a you."
When he finally pushed the last of himself inside you, his wide hips pressing up to meet your own, he brought a hand up to cup your cheek as the rest of his body stilled. As he stood there over you, looking down on your sweat-dampened face, you swore you'd never seen his eyes shine with so much love. "Look at that, sweet girl. So full of Daddy," he crooned with pride, his hand rising from your clit to gently press on the base of your tummy where his cock was bulging from within you.
"S-so full," you managed a nod in agreement.
Barely rocking his hips, Ari was intent on giving you plenty of time to get used to his size. As you lay there on your back, panting from the arduous process of simply fitting his entirety inside of you, your daddy's heart was so full of love and sympathy for you. "My good, sweet girl," he hummed knowingly, wiping a stray tear that had escaped down your cheek. "Don't worry, little one. We'll take things nice and slow. I'm in no rush; the most important thing to me is making you feel good."
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How I'm Looking At You, Part 5
Summary: It's just you and Ari
Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: Â explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, dirty talk, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, dry humping, videoing, masturbating (M) in front of another, breeding kink, cum play, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4K
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You peek over your shoulder, smiling at the giant man that continues to get closer, and taking only one tiny step at a time, to your backside. Youâd nearly finished the dishes from breakfast, and the giant form of Ari is stalking towards you. Always. Like a shadow that you didnât want to get rid of. A playful hunt for his prey. Your talk with him was much needed, and even though thereâs a paranoia of someone finding out and this blowing up in your face, youâre enjoying this time.
Itâs lighthearted, just like the books say it should be. Well, depending on which type of book youâre reading, but youâve almost guessed which ones are a bit more dark. Yes, you do judge a book by its cover, but only because there is usually a difference. Not always, but the darker themed stories always had a particular look about them.
You didnât hate those stories, but they didnât fit Ari. You liked stories that you could see Ari in. Sometimes he was a hockey player with his fast talking mouth. Sometimes he was a cowboy; sweating and showing off his work made muscles. Other times he was a teacher, and you really liked him being a teacher. Letting him explore your body, and teach you all the ways to sin. It was close to real life.
You finish the last dish right before Ari crowds your body with his own. His heated breath is on your neck, causing your feet to spread apart. His mouth presses up against your heated column, and he chuckles. Giving a nip at your neck before pressing his pelvis into your ass. Itâs cruel the images and thoughts that you have running through your mind. You feel him, but not enough at the same time.
Your imagination is running rampant with all the ways he could have you. âUh uh,â he tsks, rolling his hips into yours, and you mewl out his name, âDonât go in your head, stay right here with me at this moment. Tell me what youâre thinking.â
That is what you want to do, but he makes it so damn hard, and heâs so hard, pressing into you. And heâs clouding your vision, and your judgment. He rolls his hips into you again, and your knuckles lighten with how hard youâre clinging to the sink. âA-a-are you going to inspect me again?â
âIs that what youâd like?â
âUh huh,â you want so much more than that. You want to feel him on the inside. You want him crawling into your being, and truly claim you. Ari kisses his way down your body. Starting to sink down to his knees, and he grabs the hem of your dress. Inching higher up your body. Exposing more of your tender flesh.
âMy my, this is a pretty pair of panties you have on,â you were a bit bold when you walked up to your room. The lingerie is sheer, and show everything. âAnd youâre so wet, Darling,â your slick has stained a darkened spot right at the gusset of your panties, and he spreads to your thighs. âI think youâre very frustrated, can I help you with that?â
âYes, please,â you whisper, unable to raise your voice higher than that. He slowly pulls the fabric down your thighs, stopping at your feet, and he gives them a little tap, and you step out of the underwear. Peering behind you when Ari stuffs them into his pocket.
âIâll save this for later,â he smirks up at you before looking at your drenched folds. Ariâs tongue flicks over your velvety lips, moaning at the taste of you before he slaps a hand on each cheek, and pulls you apart at the seam. He gawks at your delectable body. Ready to devour you. âHave you had anything inside of you?â
âNo. Iâm scared.â
âCan I try?â You nod your head, whispering please, and his index finger immediately starts its exploration. He runs the digit up and down your split, gathering up your arousal. Teasing at your entrance before playing with your clit. His mouth hangs open in awe as he fondles you, and then he rubs over your entrance.
Adding enough pressure that a tiny bit pushes through, and you want more. You back your ass up towards him, pushing more of his meaty finger inside of you, and Ari gives a swift bite on your cheek, âYouâre impatient today. Iâm not working in the field. And I told the idiots to go buy some much needed seeds. Apparently Iâve run out. And right now, I really want to play.â
âAnd I â I need friction,â he rolls his eyes, looking up at you expectantly, âThatâs what the books say.â
âYou read trash, you know that?â You push your butt back towards him again, and feel his finger slightly breach through your walls, and a pornographic moan wails out of your lips, âYou are a filthy girl. How does this feel?â He sinks his finger fully in. Circling his finger inside of you, and watching your body accommodate him. Your pussy stretches around him, begging for another finger. Holding himself there, while you try and regulate yourself. âIs it that good that you canât speak?â
You arenât sure what it is. You just know that even one measly finger has receptors flaring up throughout your body, and you canât make sense of time. The only thing you recognize is Ari. He is both the beginning and the end.
He plunges himself in and out of you, smiling as your body starts to rock with his rhythm. Pulling his finger fully out, before sliding another with it. âOh, you look so pretty taking me like this. Stretched out and full.â
You preen at his words. Cheeks heating up from embarrassment and pleasure. Everything is fire as he works your body. Diving in and out of your wetness, and he sticks his tongue out, cleaning your skin of the excess honey. Moaning just as much as you are. His hips buck, mimicking your own movements.
âItâs like you were made for me,â Ariâs thumb starts to circle your clit, and he removes his tongue from you to watch how much your virgin pussy is stretched over his thick fingers. He feels everything. Can feel your walls caving in as he takes you to the edge of pleasure. Damn, you were a minx begging to get out. You were too perfect for this world. Even for him.
âDarling, youâre almost there. Will you let go for me? Youâre doing such a beautiful job,â whimpering his name, he drives harder, âThere ya go. Youâre doing so well. Let go, baby. Just let go,â his words are shattering everything inside you. The buildup isnât slow it is a crash into whatever sin wagon he is taking you on. âFuck yeah. Yeah, youâre coating me with your cream. Oh god, this is beautiful.â
His fingers slow, coaxing you through your high, and you look over your shoulders, âBefore you take it out, can you show me?â His eye lifts up, and his finger wiggles inside of you. âI mean with your phone.â
âDo I have to delete the picture after?â
âNo. I just want to see it. CanâŚyou can video it,â itâs doubly forbidden because thereâs not supposed to be photos or videos of you. But the idea of being able to watch Ari from multiple angles, see yourself take him, makes you weak in the knees.
Ari gulps as he reaches for his phone. His fingers press down on it before you feel him push and pull out of you. Hearing the squelching sounds of your pussy before he removes his fingers. Stretching you wide open for the camera, and then zones in on your exposed hole. He clicks on his phone again before he leans forward, sucking and licking around your pussy. Cleaning you up in his way.
âI donât think you know what you do to me.â
âCan you show me?â He leans back, gazing up at you with such a fascination that it makes you squirm. The intensity in his gaze makes you feel weak in the knees. âIâve shown you what you do to me,â garnering as much confidence as you can muster, you let your dress fall back down, and turn around. Leaning back on the counter, you look down at Ari. âAri, youâre not talking. Can I see you? See how you â no, what you do when you think of me like this?â
âYou want to see me fuck myself?â You nod enthusiastically. Imagining all the ways that Ari compared to the men in the books, but also how it worked. Youâve never seen a naked man before. Can only imagine what lurks below his swollen pants. âWhat do the books tell you about that?â
âThat,â you inhale deeply, blowing the cold air out. A slow flush of heat runs up your body, and settles in your cheeks where they light on fire. âThat you, um â you fist your throbbing cock. Iâve never seen a cock.â
âIf I show you, you have to promise to put these panties back on,â you didnât quite understand. He took them off of you to keep, and now heâs wanting to put them back on you after heâs finished. You donât want to think too much because thereâs an ache inside of you to see him.
âGet on your knees,â you fall to your knees immediately, while he gracefully gets to his feet. Towering over you, and palming his crotch. âAll the doors are locked, and the curtains are closed.â
âI donât care,â at this moment you didnât. You just want to see Ariâs vulnerability like heâs yours. Your eyes roll up to gaze at him, and his jaw tenses. His Adamâs apple quivers, and with trembling hands he slowly undoes his button. The two of you keep your eyes locked on one another, and you canât help but wiggle around with anticipation. You are finally going to see what lies beneath his clothes
His fingers grip the zipper, and pull it down ever so slowly. âDarling, you ready to see what you do to me?â
âYes, sir,â a shiver runs up Ariâs spine, and he plunges his hand into his underwear, and brings out a behemoth of a cock. His hands fall to his sides, and he lets you look at him in all his glory. A steel rod covered in the most beautiful silky skin. Pearls of precum glitter the crown, and you see his heartbeat pulsing in a vein that you very much want to trace with your tongue.
âCan I touch you?â
âYou can if you use your mouth. But this is about showing you how I get off when I think about you,â lifting up to your knees, you stand face to face with his beautiful member. Inhaling his aroma while you inspect him before touching him. âLook up at me when you touch me.â
Thereâs something primal in his voice. The rawness, and yet the almost childish way that he asks you to look up at him empowers you. Inching closer you look up at him through your lashes. Flicking down to his aching cock. You pucker your lips, and glance back up at him. Youâre so close, and going even slower. Slower. Until your lips whisper against his mushroom head, and his essence explodes on your tongue.
Your breathing becomes erratic, but you collect yourself enough to flatten out your tongue, and lick his split clean. Moaning at his musk, while his legs tremble. âAri, I think you should show me how you fuck your fist.â
His movements are harsh as he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out your panties. Leaning forward, he reaches under your dress, and swipes the sheer fabric through your drenched cunt. Soaking the panties in your slick before he wraps it around his cock.
His fist tightens, and he gives his cock a hard pull. Panting as he pumps himself over and over. Keeping his eyes on you. âIâll never get my fist as tight as you. I can almost feel your walls gripping me so tight. Your juices leaking out around us, while you make the prettiest sounds. No one will ever be closer to you than in those moments. I will be inside of you. Loving every inch and every curve of your body. Youâre going to feel me for days. And your cunt will be molded to me. Your body will beg for me, and my body will never get enough of you.â
His hips thrust forward, mimicking the ways he wants to fuck you, âYou like that? You like imagining how Iâm going to feel stretching out that beautiful pussy? How my tongue is going to paint your body, and Iâm going to fill you,â his words clip off immediately. You pout up at him, but he shakes his head. Denying you what you desperately crave.
âI want to know how your cum feels inside me though,â he moans. Eyes rolling in the back of his head before he looks back down at you. âI do. I want to know what it feels like to feel you for the rest of the day.â
âYou really are a filthy dirty girl, huh?â He watches. Waits. And you wiggle around. Smiling because he really was talking to you like they do in the books. âYou wanna be my little slut?â
âYes,â his breathing deepens. Every exhale is a growl more than breath, âYes, please. Sir,â you look down at his length wrapped in your panties. Staring as his balls tighten, and the most beautiful cry of your name echoes into the room. He maneuvers the panties over his tip, and he nearly howls. Heart beating in his chest as he stills his moments.
âDid you come?â You scoot closer to him. Observing his cock, and glancing up at him. Smiling and nodding his head. âCan I see?â His breath huffs out as he opens up your panties, and you peer at the thick creamy essence of Ari. âCan I touch it?â
âYouâre going to. Give me a minute.â
âCan I taste it?â He squeaks as he exhales, shaking his head no. âThatâs not fair! You get to taste me.â
âDarling, stand up,â keeping your eyes on him, you get to your feet. And he opens up the soiled panties. Holding them out for you. âStep in.â
âTheyâre dirty.â
âAnd youâre going to get to feel my cum pressed up against your delicious cunt for the rest of the day,â the hesitation isnât because you donât want to feel him. Itâs because it is so salacious and wrong, but itâs your little secret. You could go home with your panties soaked with Ari. Nobody would ever know that you have him right at your pussy. That you made him come so hard. You earned his cum.
You stand there staring at the panties, and your mouth turns devilish as you put one foot in. Stepping into the other side. You pull your dress high, letting Ari fully see you pussy as he pulls his mess up your body. His cums touches your heated skin, and you sigh. Whimpering and rolling your hips at the feeling of him. And Ari taps on your pussy twice.
âThereâs a good girl. The panties are perfect to see me smeared all over your skin,â he holds up his phone, snapping a photo of your creamy mound, and he holds the contraption up to show you. âYou look pretty like this.â
âHow would I look if you were leaking out of me?â
âEven better.â
âWhat about,â you gulp, knowing you could be taking things too far. Thereâs a power in your words. And yet, itâs something you feel in your core. A desire thatâs so deep that you canât even explain. âHow would I look if you really claimed me?â
âHow so?â He calmly asks, reaching for you, he pulls you closer to him, and you lift his hand up, placing it on your belly.
âHow would I look if I was swollen from your seed?â He growls. A deep rumble moves up his chest, and his fingers pulse on your stomach, âDo you want to fuck a baby in me? Let me walk around always full of you, and everyone would know that you fuck me like your personal breeding slut?â
His pupils blow wide. Black pools replacing the most perfect beautiful cerulean. Ariâs lids close slightly, staying half mast. His fingers tremble on your body, âHave you fuck me so deep that you start growing in me?â
âYou canât say things like that,â he struggles to get out. The timbre of his voice an octave higher. Your hand roams down his front, and you cup his hardening cock. âDarling.â
âWhy not?â
Ari spins you around, and pins you to his front. Rocking his hips forward into your ass once, and his mouth attaches to your neck. The heated breath from his mouth sending chills throughout your body, âBecause, I want to bend you over that fucking table, and breed you like youâre my personal whore. Fuck you so deep that my seed grows inside of you. Have you walking around all innocent, while you have a secret, and itâs that Iâm growing in your belly.â
âI want you to,â your voice chokes out. You tug and pull at his hands and arms. Trying to force his touch where you want it. âAri, use my body. Itâs yours. Fuck your baby in me!â
âMy god,â walking you forward, Ari inches you to the counter, slamming you down onto the wood. And his hips buck into your backside. Hunching into your body like a teenage boy with no self control, âYou canât say things like that to me.â
âWhy? Ari, I want you to!â
âBecause Iâve never made love to you. Iâm not going to use you for breeding. I want to. My god, I want to see your belly swelling, and know it was me that did that. I want everyone in this fucking town to see you happy, and glowing. I want to be the one that gives you all your firsts, and take you to heavens you have never been to. But you donât need that right away. Your books are such glorious beautiful trash, but for the sake of my fucking sanity, quit talking like that.â
âWill you fuck a baby in me one day?â He pistons his hip bones into you harshly. An infuriating way to mimic fucking when you just want him in you.
âDarling,â heâs so rough as he pretends to rut into you. Pinning your hands onto the counter. Controlling you in ways that you donât fully understand, but you want to go to whatever sweet sin heâs taking you to, âI will fuck as many babies in that pretty pussy as youâll let me. I will own your body, your pleasure, and every one of your disgusting thoughts.â
One more hard push forward, and warmth invades your backside, and you moan at the feeling of his warm cum sullying your dress. If everyone wanted to call you the town dump and a whore, they could. As long as you are Ariâs whore. âBut let me first take you on a date or maybe teach you how to kiss. Sex is clouding your brain because youâre so uptight.â
âThen just fuck me,â your words are teasing, but youâre serious. âIf you just fuck me then I can focus on everything else.â
âYouâre so needy.â
âFuck me!â
âNot yet, sweetheart,â his lips leave a gentle kiss behind your ear before he stands up. Popping his neck while he checks out his spunk soaking your cotton dress. âYouâre beyond frustrated. Why donât you grind yourself on the arm of my chair? Let me sit on the couch while you give that pussy some much needed friction that you keep talking about.â
âAre you making fun of me?â Spinning around you glare up at him, and he just smirks. of course heâs making fun of you. Heâs experienced, and youâre a sniveling child begging for his cock, and he wonât give it to you.
âYouâre a grown adult acting like a child because I wonât sink my cock into,â it isnât fair! The women in the books got the guy so quick. You just want to feel him. âItâs adorable, and I understand your frustrations. There are times I look at you, and just want to swipe everything off the table into the floor, slam you on that wood, and spread your legs while I rail into you. But youâre not ready.â
âHow come youâre the only one that gets to decide?â
âBecause all youâre focusing on is sex. Iâm trying to be an adult because I know that youâre spiraling. I understand it. And I will let you be that way, but know that I am making a hard â very hard. I just came twice, and thatâs not easy to do. And I havenât even been inside of you. You seriously canât understand what you do to me,â his resolve is failing. If you continue to talk to him like that, he will have his way with you. Heâd lick up every tear that spilled out of your beautiful eyes if he had to.
âIn time,â your eyes fall to his chest. Staring at a patch of hair that is peeking out of the top. âWould you be willing to do some of the things to me thatâs in the books?â
âLike what?â You piqued his interest. His body is practically vibrating with giddiness.
âYou said sit on the couch, while I grind on you,â thereâs certain things in particular you like in the books. You canât explain it. Possibly because of your upbringing and the fear and punishment you feel when youâve done something wrong. You like the bit of humiliation. With boundaries.
âCan â can I be naked?â Ari bites his tongue, groaning again. âIâve never had someone suck my â my titties. A-a-a-and I want you clothed. And talking dirty to me.â
Your curiosity and willingness to try the things youâve read about astounds him. Itâs like you were this perfect woman that was plucked out of the sky and placed right on his lap. Amazing. Just amazing how filthy you are, and yet thereâs an innocence because you donât understand. From what Ari has gathered, sex is vanilla here. But you want to be naked, while you make yourself get off. You want him to suck your tits. All while you straddle and ride him. Ruining his pants with your juices.
âI like it when you talk dirty to me because I know when weâre not in this space that you would never do that. James told me what you said to Jacob,â his fucking name was James? Just James? âThank you. Iâll be your darling out there, as long as in here Iâm your whore,â the shame of it turned you on. You arenât even going to try and make sense out of it. You just want Ari to own your body. You want him to destroy it. Use it. Do whatever he wants to do as long as itâs him.
âAnd Iâd like to make us a picnic, and we have our first date by the river. Okay?â His mouth turns up into the most beautiful smile youâve ever seen, and he nods his head.
âHow does my cum feel on your pussy?â
âI think itâd feel better in my pussy,â without another word, you turn towards the stairs. You would like a nap, and to read a bit more from a particular book. You didnât care what Ari said, you want him to fuck you, and fill you up. Youâd already made up your mind about this life. And it wasnât worth living if Ari couldnât be inside you.
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Mob!Ari Levinson x You
Series Summary:
As the daughter of a mob boss, you were forced to marry Ari Levinson, the person who was going to step up and take over "business".
Two strangers bounded together for the sake of your shared criminal enterprise. It was a loveless marriage from the very beginning.
A/N:
Collaboration of @biteofcherry and @jamneuromain. This is the post where it all started.
A promise that won't be upheld by @biteofcherry
Summary: Your first impression of Ari isn't exactly a bad one, but it solidifies your decision to never have anything to do with him.
Ari's Payback by @jamneuromain
Summary: As your husband, Ari did what he does best: annoy you.
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Whatever You Need
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader
Summary: You want nothing more than couch cuddles with Ari after a long day
Word count: 1,628
Content/warnings: non-sexual nudity, sad vibes but it gets better, comfort, fluff, Ari being so sweet and understanding, soft glances, minimal dialogue
A/N: Literally after two days at my big girl job, I feel dead. This is what I wish I had. Dedicated to all my besties out there who relate.
Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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You walked through the door Friday evening after what felt like the longest day ever. It wasnât even a particularly hard day, but you just felt like it was dragging on and on and on, unending, which led to suffering.
You threw your keys unceremoniously on top of your bag, which you had let slip off your shoulder and drop onto the floor, too tired to move with grace. Your shoes had been toed off and kicked any which way, askew in the hall and nowhere near their usual spot.
Without even looking at Ari, you went straight for the bathroom to freshen up and wash your face, clearing the film of the long day away. The small reprieve was hardly a match for the way your feet were swollen from the long time on them, or how your hamstrings ached from the periods of sitting on a chair that seemed to be designed by satan himself in between.
Nothing all day had been comfortable, and at this point, that was all you wanted: comfort. Moving from the bathroom into the bedroom, you stripped each piece of clothing off, leaving them strewn in a path to the dresser where you tried to find something to wear that wouldnât make you want to try to wiggle and writhe your way out of existence. Something actually comfortable, and soft, and not scratchy, and not tight. As you searched through the drawers, it felt like every single article of clothing you owned was ready to start a fight right now.
At this point, the potential of feeling fresh and clean began to seem elusive, so you dragged your feet over to the hamper, plucking out the oversized sleep shirt from the night before that was still laying on top. You were pleasantly surprised when you gave it a sniff to find it still decent, smelling like your sheets, with a small remnant of Ari from the way you clung to him in bed.
You slipped it over your head, a small glimmer of contentment seeping into you body, along with a fresh pair of undies and socks.
Ari hardly heard you shuffle into the house over the sizzling of the skillet in front of him. Usually, heâd be inclined to treat you to going out on a Friday night, but from your uncharacteristically short texts when leaving work, he knew leaving the house once you got home wasnât in the cards. He didnât mind making dinner at all, then, so it would be just about ready as you got home. All he wanted to do was care for you, cater to you on days like this.
As you walked through the door, he turned away from the stove, watching you walk in and drop your things, not even sparing him a glance as you made your way down the hall. He only turned back around to quickly switch off the burner as he waited for you, hips perched against the island and arms crossed, hoping youâd emerge soon. He knew sometimes you just needed time and space, so he would give you for now.
When he heard the soft padding of your socked feet move from bedroom and into the living room, his eyes continued to follow you. He watched you flop down onto the couch, still completely disregarding him. Seeing your legs fly up as your face smashed against the cushions was what he took as his signal to finally approach, very carefully.
Ari walked around the side of the couch, crouching down next to your sprawled form, your one arm and leg hanging off the side, while your face was nuzzled in the crack between cushions. He figured you could hear his steps towards you, but just in case, he took a deep breath and gently placed a large hand on your back as to make you aware of his presence in a non-startling manner. He began rubbing slow, warm circles against your back, over your shirt until you finally tore your head from its hideout and faced him, immediately dropping it back down.
You could see the soft smile on his face that you assumed was an attempt to conceal the worry underneath. His eyes lit up just slightly when they met your one that wasnât smushed against the plush material.
âHey, sugar. You okay?â
You lips had been shut from your silence since youâd left work, making you reluctant to unsettle the concealment, so you simply nodded, even though it was far from accurately conveying your true feelings. You watched as Ariâs brow furrowed, belief in your reaction almost nonexistent, but he didnât verbally say anything, although his face said it all. The corner of his mouth turned up in a tight-lipped quirk, halfway to a grimace of concern. You watched as his deep blue eyes searched your face in contemplation of what to do next. He hated seeing you like this, and the solution to it depended on the day.
âYou want dinner? Would that make you feel better? You need to eat?â
This time you actually shook your head, before lifting it once more and turning back to smush your nose flat against your face into the couch. You words came out from the corners of your mouth, slightly muffled but not enough that he couldnât decipher them.
âNo offense, because Iâm sure itâs delicious, but I absolutely cannot stand the smell of the kitchen right now. Food is the last thing I want.â
He nodded, his thumb still slightly rubbing your shoulder, hoping the physical touch was doing something to soothe you. What was the next move of things youâd want when you got like this?
âOkay. I can pack it up. We donât have to eat that. And especially not right now. You want a bath? I can get it started.â
Another shake of the head.
âNo. Donât wanna be wet. Donât wanna move.â
Ari hummed in thought. You still hadnât complained about his hand that was now rubbing up and down the expanse of your back.
âOkay, give me a second.â
You simply grunted in recognition, unmoving from your spot as he went to clean up the kitchen and return. You hadnât even shifted, as he heard no movements besides his own in the quiet house. Ari returned to your side, but didnât crouch this time.
âAlright, sugar. Turn over.â
He could see you slightly tilt your head towards him, your only visible eye squinting skeptically with a tilted brow, but you complied. Ari moved smoothly, but slowly along with you, lifting your arms up and over his shoulders, and tucking his own hands under the small of your back, trapping his arms against the couch. He moved his hips in between your legs and snuggled in on top of you, placing his ear against your sternum. His head bounced slightly with your scoff of amusement. Good, that meant this was working.
Your arms moved from his shoulders, one going up and the other sliding down until you were petting over his silky hair and scratching his back. It was more of a self-soothing practice than for his enjoyment, although heâd never complain about the feeling of your fingertips roaming over him.
You could feel the rumble of Ariâs chest against your lower stomach as he spoke up again.
âIs this better?â
You just nodded, even though you knew he couldnât see the reaction, but hopefully he could feel the slight movement that came with it.
Your roaming hands began pulling up his shirt, dipping underneath and caressing the the broad, muscular expanse, needing to feel his skin against yours more than you realized. He didnât judge you though, instantly raising himself so you could pull the fabric the rest of the way off over his head. Sitting on his knees between your thighs, he looked at you again, eyes filled with softness.
âYou want me to make you feel good?â
Your response was almost totally wordless again as you shook your head, before you sat up just enough so he could have room to help you remove your shirt, too, your body heavy with reluctance to peel away from the cushions. After he shimmied the soft material over your head, you put your arms under his, pulling him up your body and closer to you. You broke your silence once again, your voice hardly projecting from your throat in a rasp.
âNo. Not like how youâre thinking.â
You pulled him down more to settle against you again. This time, his head was tucked into your neck, beard scratching slightly in contrast to the way the soft, bare skin of your torsos was pressed together.
Your hands slid down his back, until they met two plump butt cheeks you were delighted to squeeze. You held them for a second before contentedly drumming in a rhythm only you knew. Ari huffed a laugh, the breeze moving against your hair.
âI donât think anything could make me feel better than this, right here.â
Your hands traced upward again, one between his shoulder blades, the other scratching his scalp, rewarding you with deep rumbles and soft groans in your ear. Itâs not like Ari had anything else planned for tonight, but even if he did, heâd be more than happy to cuddle on top of you with his head tucked in your neck if thatâs what you needed.
As he continued to make the delicious moans of satisfaction, a smile finally started creeping onto your face. Feeling him relax in your hold caused you to do the same.
As your eyes finally started fluttering shut from the comfort, no longer blankly staring at the ceiling, you sighed in relief, almost. âYeah, thatâs the stuff.â
Bonus A/N: Am I ready to start my first full week of my job? No. Will posting this make me feel better? If you comment, then yeah, probs.
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HI â¤ď¸ I LOVE your latest work on beast Ari can u pretty please make some more thatâs was amazing and I only gotta taste and ready for more iâm addicted I love how u write â¤ď¸
| Savouring Your Taste |
18+ MINORS DNI
Ari visits you, like he often does but this time he wishes for something different â a taste.
â§Pairing⧠Beast!Ari Levinson x Princess!Reader
â§Warnings⧠Dom!Ari, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption, Kinda Desperate Ari (can you blame him), Size Difference, Body Hair Kink (is it a thing? No? It is now), Petnames: [Little Queen, Angel, Pretty Girl, Good Girl],Oral (F), Hair Pulling, Fingering, Maybe a teeny bit Sacrilegious, Cum Eating, Mention of Breeding Kink, Alluding to further activities - Any more please let me know
â§Word Count⧠1k
⧠Author Note⧠Thank you so much for your support on my Ari work, I love him so much and it fills me with so much happiness to see how much you guys love him too. Thank you for requesting this I had a lot of fun writing it â it even gave me a few ideas :))
He knocks lightly on your door with a pointed claw, the soft tap tap letting you know exactly whoâs there. It fills you with excitement at just the thought of what tonight will entail. You move gracefully to the large double doors, swinging open the heavy wood.
Ari stands in all his glory, white shirt unbuttoned most of the way revealing his wide, hairy body, his thighs wrapped in dark pants. He knew what he was doing, the hair that littered his body never ceased to rile you up; during your time with him trapped in his cottage he came to find out just how much you really loved it. Now he does this every time he visits. A dark jacket brings the whole outfit together.
Ari tilts his head at your ogling, a teasing glint in his eyes, âlittle queen, can I come in?â He rasps, his voice tainted with deep primal need and all heâd seen was you standing there. If people were to see what the beast became infront of such a small little thing, he wouldnât be the most feared creature of the kingdom, heâd be a laughing stock. He ducks as he steps in, mindful of the short height of your doors. They donât make them for 7ft beasts in mind.
âYouâre earlyâ you announce, turning your attention to the wine jug and chalice.
He doesnât respond as he shrugs his jacket off and lays it over the high back chair, his deep blue eyes studying your room as though it were his first time being there.
He watches as you turn to him, raising an intricately designed cup in his direction, his hand engulfs it and he takes a sip - the expensive kind, fit for his little Queen.
He lets his eyes fall to your tiny body, in comparison to his at least. Your nightgown rests just below the swell of your ass, the cup that looks more like a shot glass in his hand is almost too big for you. You shuffle over to the other side of the room, swaying your hips a little as you move to your final resting spot, the bottom of your large bed.
Your eyes are locked, lust radiates from your bodies changing the temperature of the room. He moves first, the chalice forgotten on your heavy drawers in favour of resting on his knees in front of you.
Ari takes his time, a large hand wrapping around your calf as his full lips taste your silky skin. Itâs unusual, he was never one for taking it slow - the beast part of his brain taking over more often than not resulting in your legs spread wide and his thick length splitting you open mercilessly.
The difference between them setting off fireworks in your brain.
âAriâ you whisper breathlessly, a hand combing through his straw like locks.
âQuiet little queenâ sharp canines nipped at the skin of your inner thigh, his tongue poking out to lick the wound sympathetically.
âLet me savour you.â
And savour you he did. Your father always told you never to play with your food but Ari clearly had never been taught the same lesson. Both paw-like hands gripped at your hips over your night slip, bringing you closer to the edge of the bed - your leg seeking refuge over his broad shoulder in order to not fall.
Your idea to forgo panties this evening had paid off. Ariâs nose bumped your mound, atoms above your tingling nerves, his hot breath fanned over your folds.
âSmell good, like fruit.â Ari growled before he sent your body into shock with a fat lick over your pussy, his tongue gathering your slick into his mouth. He smacks his lips over dramatically at your taste, savouring its tang on his tastebuds.
âWhy didnât I taste this before little Queen?â He asks rhetorically and dives in again, from your tiny pucker over your hole before flicking your clit to finish. He savours it all, devouring your pussy. You donât think there were any words to describe the way he treated your cunt other than devour.
You lost your ability to control your volume at his first lick despite trying your hardest, your sharp pornographic moans shaking the walls but you didnât care, couldnât care.
Thick fingers teased your entrance, claws retracted for your pleasure, he wasted no time in plunging deep into your hole, scissoring you open.
âHaah Ariâ one look at Ari had you almost coming undone, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull to protect your sanity, your fingers tightening in his auburn locks.
âYou like this? Like me licking your pussy? Taste so good, knew these little folds were hiding something from me.â
âFuckâŚâ you screamed his name in prayer, your gods forgotten about in favour of the one servicing you, a god kneeling between your legs and making you experience heaven, it was no wonder why his name was all you could think of.
âLittle Queen is squeezing me, you gonna cum on my fingers? This little pearl is begging for my tongue.â
Ariâs lips sealed around your clit, his hot pink tongue flicking relentlessly. Your brain buzzed with release, your hips rolling up into him, riding his beard like it was your last life line.
âPlease Ariâ you begged, pushing him closer to your heat with the hand in your hair.
âCum angel, let me drink up those juices, gimme moreâ he slurred, pulling his fingers from you and replacing them with his tongue while his thumb rubbed over your puffy clit.
With a final broken shriek your body went stiff, eyes blotting with black and white dots as wave after wave of raw pleasure raked through you. Ari didnât stop until you were a writhing mess, your thighs clenching the side of his head shaking harshly.
Basking in the afterglow you failed to notice him move until he hovered above you, beard and lips still glistening with your release as he stared down at you wide eyed - animalistic.
His fingers fiddle with his belt, the clanks reaching your ears making you look up. He undoes the button of his fly and zip before pushing them past his thick thighs. His huge cock slaps against his hairy stomach.
âI want you to cum like that again pretty girl, think you can do that?â
Your body shook with overstimulation but your brain preened at the thought, your back arching into him.
âYes, please Ari.â
âGood girl, gonna breed you so good.â
Wonder what happened in the cottage? :)
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Say My Name (Ari Levinson x f!reader)
thank you @flordeamatista for the beautiful gif !!!! I'm genuinely obsessed and so in love with itđđ
pairing: Ari Levinson x f!reader (any race)
wc: 3.6k
warnings: Â soft dark vibes, unwanted physical touch, kinda yucky man vibes, ari saves the day, beefy!ari, possessiveness, smut (p in v), breeding kink, spanking, pet names [baby, princess]
summary: Your neighbor Ari has had enough of the men you bring home.
a/n: This is my first time writing for Ari, I hope I did him justice!! Please lmk what you thought <3
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Josh holds your hand while you lead him up the stairs to your apartment. He smiles at you every time you look back, but itâs not very reassuring. The date hadnât gone as well as youâd hoped. Thereâve been no glaring red flags, but something about him is just⌠off.Â
You stop in front of your apartment, sliding the key in the lock, but you canât help but let your eyes drift over a few feet to your neighborâs door. Your mouth practically waters as you think about that man. Heâs never said much to you, but every time you see him, all you can think about is his strong arms wrapping around you, his soft lips kissing you, his probably hugeâÂ
Josh clears his throat, and you jump a little, forced back to reality.
You unlock the door and shyly step inside, suddenly unsure of if you want him to come in. Josh doesnât really give you time to think about it and crosses the threshold, giving you a smile that shows off his perfectly straight, blindingly white teeth.
âThanks for inviting me back,â he says, closing the door behind him. âYou know, I really like you.â Josh leans against the wall beside you, and you take a step back, trying to put some space between the two of you.
âOh, um⌠thanks,â you stutter out, not sure how to respond. Josh quickly makes himself at home, dropping onto the couch and beckoning you over. He takes your hand the second you get close enough, and he tugs you down beside him, practically on his lap.
âThereâs nothing to be nervous about,â Josh coos, running a hand up your back. It makes your skin crawl. You kind of feel bad; Josh hasnât done anything wrong necessarily. The date was just bland. He didnât seem all that interested until it was over. Heâs plenty attractive, you suppose, though his personality could use some work. He was definitely better at flirting over text.
Joshâs fingers massage your shoulders a little too roughly, moving the fabric of your shirt with his actions. Your stomach turns at the feeling of him touching you. You donât want to offend him or hurt his feelings, but you donât want him touching you, either.
You clear your throat and stand abruptly, pushing away from Joshâs body. âLook, Josh,â you start, twisting your fingers together as you turn to face him. âYouâre a great guy and all, butââ
âCome on, baby, donât be like that.â You make a face at âbabyâ. You donât like the way it sounds coming from his lips. Your neighbor called you that once and now it feels like heâs the only one allowed to say it ever again.
âWatch out, baby, wouldnât want you bruising that pretty face of yours.â
âI think you should go home,â you tell Josh, stepping backward. Your legs hit the coffee table, trapping you in. Josh stands, clearly upset by your suggestion.
âWhyâd you invite me back here if you were just gonna kick me out?â He crowds your space, and you can practically feel the irritation coming off him in waves.
âHonestly, I didnât really invite you. You kinda invited yourself over.â Your voice is quieter than you want; you donât sound as strong as youâd like. Josh scoffs and rolls his eyes, placing a hand on your cheek.
âYou just donât know what you want, and Iâm here to show you.â Bile rises in your throat, and you act without thinking, pushing Josh as hard as you can and quickly getting far away from him. Josh recovers easily and follows you a second later.
âPlease just go away,â you say, louder this time. âReally, Josh, please just go home.â Josh raises his eyebrows but keeps walking toward you, backing you against the kitchen counter.
âNow, why would I do that?â
Ari
I heard her come home with him. Josh. Heâs an idiot, not at all good enough for her. Ever since she moved in, Iâve been on the verge of losing control. Sheâs so beautiful, ethereal, and made of light. The first day I saw her, I wanted her, but sheâs quiet, reserved. My life isnât easy, and I donât want her to get wrapped up in all of it. All of thatâs been changing.
A few months ago, she started dating. The walls in the building are thin. I hear her every time she talks herself through getting dressed for the shitty men she meets with. She tries so hard to please them, to impress them, and they always let her down.
I hear her every time she gets home and crawls into bed, and touches herself. I hear her quiet whimpers and moans.
âPlease, Ari, please.â
She sounds so sweet, whispering my name as she comes undone.Â
Tonight, her date Josh has pushed her too far. There have been a few times when my princessâs dates have gotten too handsy, theyâre overconfident and think they can talk their way into her bed, but sheâs smarter than that.
Joshy here is fucking stupid. I seethe with anger as I hear my princess raise her voice at him. âReally, Josh, please just go home.â
I donât think. I just act. My hand slides to my waistband, feeling the knife I keep holstered at all times. A moment later, Iâm outside her door, reaching for her doorknob.
Itâs unlocked. She didnât even lock the door behind her. She has a lot to learn, but I will teach her. Oh, the things I will teach my beautiful little princess.
I step across the threshold, and instantly, Josh freezes. My princess stares with wide eyes between me and her date.Â
âWhatâs going on in here?â I ask, stalking toward Josh.Â
âLook, man, I donât want any trouble,â he says, putting his hands up as if heâs innocent. He couldnât be further from it. He put his hands on her, on whatâs mine. He upset her. Heâs made her cry.
Her tears shine so brightly against her skin, and it nearly brings me to my knees.
âIt doesnât look that way,â I say, my fingers easily finding the handle of my blade. I flick it open, the blade glinting in the light. Josh stares at the knife. He looks about ready to piss himself.
âAri,â she whispers. Itâs so quiet I almost miss it, but I donât. I turn to look at her and feel the pull she has on me. Something deep in my chest connects me to her, and now, standing in her home, it feels even stronger.Â
I can only imagine what it will feel like when I hold her. Kiss her. Fuck her.
âGet away from her,â I tell Josh, pointing the tip of my knife in his direction. Iâm just a few feet away. If he tries to run, he wonât get far. I find I quite like the idea of cutting him down as punishment for what heâs done, but then I look at my princess and see how scared she is.Â
She would never forgive me for making her endure that. âGet away from her,â I say again, practically growling.
Joshy finally makes a good decision and steps away from her, keeping his hands in the air.
I follow the manâs path, leading him toward the door, but the entire time my senses are attuned to my woman. Sheâs shaking where she stands, tears freely falling down her cheeks. Iâll take care of her the second this rat of a man is out of my sight.
I push Josh out the door, but he turns around abruptly, getting in my face. âWho the fuck are you, dude?â He asks incredulously.
âIf you ever come here again, if you ever get close to that woman again, Iâll slit your throat. I wonât hesitate. Do you understand?â Josh stares, jaw dropping as he hears my words. He takes a deep breath and nods.
âUh, yeah, I understand.â On that note, I slam the door in his face. His footsteps retreat a moment later.Â
I hear my woman take heaving, shuddering breaths behind me that snap me back to reality. I tuck my knife away and am at her side in an instant.
âThank you, Ari,â she whispers. I stand in front of her, suddenly unsure of myself. I want to touch her, to hold her close, but I donât want to scare her.
âOf course,â I say, trying to match her volume. My voice comes out gruff and rumbly. My princess shifts on her feet nervously. âAre you okay?â Of course sheâs not okay; that was an awful question.
âItâs better now that youâre here,â she confesses, looking up at me through her wet lashes. Her cheeks are damp from her tears, but she is no longer crying. I rest my hand on her cheek, letting my thumb brush away the wetness from her skin.
She leans into my touch, seemingly comforted by my presence.Â
Electricity courses through my body, spurring me to hold her closer, touch her more. She is addictive, and I havenât even gotten a taste yet.
âI would never let anything happen to you,â I whisper to her, leaning closer to her. This close, I can smell her perfume. Itâs floral, the same one that lingers in the hall every time she passes through.Â
âI thoughtââ she pauses, chewing her lower lip. My thumb that had been caressing her cheek dips down, tugging her lip from between her teeth. Itâs pink and slightly swollen as I rub the pad of my thumb along it.Â
âYou thought what, princess?â I ask, reveling in the softness of her lip beneath my calloused skin. She breathes deeply when I call her princess, and I smirk.
âI thought you hadnât even noticed me. Youâre always cooped up in your apartment or at work, I guess. And I know youâre older than me, so I figured you werenât interested. I just never thought youâd⌠want me.â Heat shoots down my spine. Of course I want her; Iâve wanted her from the second I saw her.
I hold her face in both my hands, relishing how soft she is, and take a breath.Â
âYouâre right. I am older than you. Iâm always working, and when Iâm not working, Iâm in my place. But youâre always on my mind, princess. I hear you sing to yourself while youâre cooking. I hear you talk to yourself when youâre frustrated. I hear you moan my fucking name at night while you touch yourself.â Her eyes go wide, pupils blowing.
âYouâ you heard me?â My grin widens, and I canât help but chuckle at her sweet innocence.
âYes, baby. You know how hard itâs been for me to hear you whimpering, begging for me, and not break down your door? You have no idea how much I want you. Need you.â
Her chest rises and falls quickly as heat rushes to her cheeks. Sheâs glowing, practically vibrating with need.
âAri,â she mutters, mesmerized. My grin is now a full-blown smile, and I watch her carefully as I lean in to kiss her. She responds so perfectly to me, arching against my chest to close the distance between our lips.
Our height difference is noticeable, and I love the way she rises onto her toes to kiss me. She tastes sweet like candy and salty from her tears as my tongue swipes against the seam of her lips. She moans and opens for me, tangling her fingers in my hair. Itâs gotten long, but I love the way her nails scratch against my scalp.
I devour her, drinking her in. I just canât help myself. I thought Iâd been addicted before, but now that sheâs here in my arms, I know itâs so much more than that. To think Iâve gone so long without herâŚ
My hands wander down her body, caressing her neck, her curves, every inch of her skin that I can reach. She responds to each touch with a whimper or a tug of my hair, egging me on.Â
âI need more,â I groan against her, sliding my hands down to her knees and hoisting her up onto the counter. Her ass hits the cool marble, and she shrieks at the temperature, making me chuckle. Sheâs wearing a pair of flowy pants that I easily pull down her body and toss onto the ground somewhere behind me.
Next, I pull her shirt over her head. My woman is a beautiful sight in just her panties and a bra, but I know she will look even more stunning naked and writhing beneath me.
My cock was already hard, but now itâs almost painful.
âAri,â she whimpers as I step between her legs. I run my hands up her legs, squeezing the flesh of her ass before letting my fingers wander up further to her breasts. I love the way my name sounds when she says it.
âFuck, princess.â She arches against me and urges me to tug her bra off of her. I rid her of the garment and moan at the sight of her perfect body. Her panties are gone a moment later and I devour her with my eyes.Â
My hands rest on her shoulders, thumbs tucked under her jaw to keep her looking at me. Her pupils are blown and her lips open as she breathes heavily. Sheâs so worked up and I havenât even done anything to her yet.Â
âAri,â she says again, licking her bottom lip. I lean in and kiss her hard before I tug her off the counter. Her legs wrap around my waist and she gently grinds against my abdomen, seeking friction. I bite her lip and soothe it with my tongue.
âTell me what you want, baby,â I whisper against her lips. The layout of her apartment is the same as mine, so I already know where her bedroom is. The door is open and I take a moment to look around at her space. Gently, I place her down on the bed and grin at the thought of fucking her here. Of giving her a new memory to touch herself to.Â
âI want you, Ari,â she whispers, looking so sweet and innocent on her bed. I cock my head, resting my hands on my hips. She sheepishly looks away but I kneel down and force her to look at me again. She takes a big breath before continuing. âI want you inside me, Ari. I need you.âÂ
The fact that I donât immediately rip my clothes off and pounce on her is a testament to my self-control, but she whittles it away with the breathy moan she ends the sentence with.Â
I pull my belt off and start to unbutton my pants, loving the way her eyes follow each movement. When I step out of my jeans and pull my boxers down, my princess practically drools. I laugh at her expression, it goes straight to my ego.
âYou think you can handle it princess?â I ask, fisting the head of my cock. She nods, in a daze, and crawls toward me. Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock and I bite back a moan when I feel how soft her skin is. She works her hand up and down, replacing my hand with her own, and swipes her tongue over the head gingerly.
âYes, Ari,â she tells me, sucking me into her hot mouth. I run my fingers through her hair, letting her take me at her own pace. I let her control this moment, knowing that soon all sheâll want is to lose control. She hums around my cock and it nearly sends me over the edge.Â
Even though I donât want to leave the heat of her mouth, I gently push her off me and guide her onto her back. I kneel between her legs and litter kisses along the insides of her thighs. Her fingers twist in my hair as she tries to tug me toward her center, where she wants me most.
I bite the flesh of her thigh before I wrap my lips around her clit. She moans loudly, legs trapping my head. I smile against her pussy as I taste her, my tongue darting out to lap up everything she gives me. I wrap my arms around her legs and hold her tightly, not wanting to let her escape from my grip. She wiggles her hips and grips the sheets tightly with her fingers as I work her up and up.Â
I want her to come more than I want to breathe.
She chants my name like a prayer, each time breathier and higher than the last, as she approaches her climax. She pulls my hair harshly, but the bite of pain just fuels me to bring her over the edge.Â
âAri!â She shouts as she comes, grinding against my tongue. I donât want to stop, but I pull back when she starts to whine with sensitivity.Â
âYouâre so perfect, princess,â I tell her, kissing up her abdomen. I wrap my lips around one of her taut nipples and suck it into my mouth. Her fingers scrape up my back and tug at my hair. âSo fucking perfect.â
I grind against her, my cock slipping through her center and knocking her clit. She shudders beneath me as I give her a taste of whatâs to come.
âAri,â her voice is low and raspy.
âYou want me to fuck you baby?â I ask, teasingly, as I give her other breast some much needed attention. âYou want me to make you feel good?â She nods quickly, whimpering.
âPlease, Ari,â she groans. âPlease.â I line my cock up with her entrance and slide in, inch by inch, making her feel all of it. Her hands grip my shoulders and her eyes screw shut as I stretch her. Sheâs so fucking tight it feels like Iâm suffocating.Â
âYouâre squeezing me so good, princess,â I tell her, dropping my head to the crook of her neck. When Iâm fully inside her, I take a second to let her feel how deep I am inside of her. I slide one of my hands between us and press on her lower belly, adding pressure.
âOh my god,â she whimpers. I grin against her skin as I pull nearly all the way out. I thrust into her, hard and fast, barely giving her time to breathe. I set a brutal pace, one that sends electricity shooting down my spine.Â
She clings to me, taking what I give her. She loses herself to me, lets me use her as I please. Sheâs more perfect than I ever could have imagined.Â
âYouâre doing so good for me, baby,â I moan, biting her shoulder, âFucking made for me.âÂ
I fuck her like itâs the last thing Iâll ever do. I fuck her like sheâs killing me.
My beautiful princess writhes beneath me and I pull back, turning her over. She lifts her hips in the air, arching her back to show off her perfect body, and I moan at the sight. She will be the death of me. Such a sweet death, that would be.Â
I run my hands over the globes of her ass and smack the right side. She jolts below me but I see the smile that flits over her lips. I soothe the ache before smacking the other side. She moans, but I want more than that.
I spank her again. âSay my name,â I grunt, thrusting my cock between her cheeks. I ache to be inside of her, but I need her to work for it.Â
She wiggles her ass and I give her two more slaps. âSay my name.â
âAri,â she whispers, gripping the sheets below her. Her brow is furrowed, eyes screwed shut.Â
I slip my cock into her and thrust all the way in, hitting a new spot deep inside of her. She sucks in a tight breath, squeezing me tighter. âAri,â she moans.
The way I fuck her is desperate, it gives away how much I fucking need her, how much I crave her.
âSay my name,â I tell her, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. She moans my name over and over again, and each time she says it I spank her.Â
Weâre both close to finishing, both on the edge of ecstasy.
I grip her hips and drive into her harshly, loving the way my princess goes limp below me. The only thing holding her up is my hold on her hips.
âFuck, baby, I need you to come one more time.â She nods and I watch one of her hands disappear between her legs.Â
âPlease come inside me, Ari,â she whispers, burying her face in the bed. Fuck.
âGonna fucking fill you up, princess,â I grunt, picking up my pace. âGonna fuck a baby into your pretty pussy.â My words push her over the edge, and I feel her clench around me. She bucks against me and I hold her hips tightly to me.
I come hard, filling her just like I promised to. Every muscle in my body tightens, and the only thing that relaxes me is my princessâs soft breaths as she comes down from her high.
Together, we collapse against the bed, and I pull her into my chest. My cock is still semi-hard inside of her, but I have no intention of pulling out. Not right now, not when sheâs so soft against me.
âYou did so perfect for me,â I whisper, nudging my nose against her ear. âSo perfect, princess.â She settles in, melting into my embrace, and I take it all in.
Iâm never letting another man touch her, not now that Iâve felt her, tasted her. Fucked her.
Sheâs all mine.
Forever.
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Chris Evans Masterlist
Here you will find all of my Chris Evans works, arranged by character and type of work.
Series
Donât Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)
Bright Like The Moon (ongoing) - Lloyd is a minor character.
Challenges
Pretty As A Picture - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader - What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.
Requests
Power Play: After Hours - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader - What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.
A Duke and His Duchess - Explicit - Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader - The night takes a dark turn when you are harassed at the club, but Lloyd comes to your rescue.
Headcanons
Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep
What happens when the reader starts dressing to match Lloyd?
Interesting quirk (an ask I submitted to stargazingfangirl18)
Events
Daddy Dearest | Lloyd Hansen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + âCan you feel how much I want you?â + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)
One-Shots
Oxytocin - Explicit - Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC - At a New Yearâs Eve party, Ransom Drysdaleâs life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.
One-Shots
Donât Take Your Eyes Off It - Explicit - Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader - Itâs Valentineâs Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!
Requests
No Good Deeds - Explicit - Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader - Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.
Events
Do It For Daddy | Jake Jensen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + âI told you, you would eventually start begging.â + Smut (Sweet Treats Events 2024)
One-Shots
Sweet Redemption - Explicit - Dennis Baker x Female!Reader - You move into the neighborhood and meet Dennis Baker, a man in the middle of a divorce. Trying to keep yourself honest, you keep him at a distance. But youâre drawn together after a mishap online. Will it end sweetly or on a sour note?
Headcanons
âDonât run from meâ Dennis x Wifey (facesitting)
Brunch with the family (slice of life)
Late night on the beach with Wifey
Ass worship
Nicknames and height
Panty sniffing?
Running into the ex-wife in the grocery store
Dennis comforting Wifey after a long, stressful day
how Dennis finds out that Wifey is pregnant
Dennis' zodiac sign
Does Dennis' wife like to be spanked during sex?
Is Dennis a horndog?
What are Dennis and Wifey's love languages?
Do Dennis and Wifey share nudes?
Drabbles
Dennis tells you about his and his ex-wife's fight on the day you met
Dennis comforts Wifey after her day doesn't go as planned (slice of life)
Dennis being the most capable father and husband (slice of life)
Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)
Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)
Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)
Steve Rogers (Avengers films)
Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)
Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)
Nick Gant (PUSH)
Jake Jensen (The Losers)
Frank Adler (Gifted)
Dennis Baker (DENNIS)
I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS
FULL MASTERLIST IS HERE.
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The Meeting
After being Ari's one and only, it's only natural to meet the most important woman in his life.
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You bite your lips nervously, fingers drumming against your leg as you stare out the window of the best up truck. The houses are rushing by in a blur, though you can see the street ahead and know time is running out. Despite Sarah and Ari being on good terms, you're still terrified to officially meet her- especially knowing their complicated history. Ari's constant missions and workaholic tendencies tend to interfere with a lot of your time together, but being paired together has allowed more freedom in the relationship that Sarah never had. You can't help but worry about the future, if Sarah doesn't approve of you being near her daughter, or if Maya doesn't like you, or-
"Get out of your head, pretty girl." A large hand takes yours, bringing it to scruffy lips, and you blink out of my thoughts and smile as Ari briefly meets your eyes. âStop being so nervous, theyâre going to love you.â
âWill they?â You raise your eyebrows at him. âItâs your ex-wife, who could think Iâm going to try and replace her⌠Not to mention MayaâŚâ
He squeezes your hand. âTrust me, sweetheart. Sarah will love you. Maya will love you.â
âSays you, youâre biased.â You rest your head on his shoulder, getting comfortable and trying to stop your mind from racing.
âAnd Iâm right,â He kisses your hair, parking along the street. "C'mon pretty girl, let's get you inside. Sarah mentioned some kind of dessert we're supposed to try- daughter's orders."
You can't help but laugh, knowing his sweet tooth knows no limits as you keep a tight grip on his large hand, letting the cool breeze soothe some of your nerves. You bite your lip nervously as Ari firmly knocks against the wood, and you release a slow breath before a beautiful woman opens the door.Â
"There you are, come on in." Sarah ushers us inside, eying Ari disapprovingly but smiling at you softly. "Nice to meet you. Usually he isn't this early."
You laugh a bit, knowing damn well you're both later than planned. "I <i>tried</i> to get him out the door on time."
She shakes her head, grinning as she crosses her arms. "He's a lost cause," She smirks at Ari teasingly, making him roll his eyes. "I'm just glad he's here and trying with her. She doesn't need an absent father."
You nod, careful not to overstep despite wanting to defend how hard he works. Their relationship has always been delicate since Maya was born, and even though it's out of love for the little girl, you know he wishes it had ended better. "Well, all that matters is that she has you both now."
"True," Sarah smiles, calling for her daughter as Ari winks at you. "I hope you're ready, she's been excitable today."
As if on cue an adorable little girl bounds down, looking so much like her father but having the warm eyes of her mother. âDaddy!â She rushes over, knocking into Ari enough for a small oof to escape his lips as she wraps her arms around his middle. âYouâre back!â
âIâm back,â He grins, holding her close to his chest. âI issued you, were you good for your mom?â
âAlways,â She grins, and from behind you watch Sarah playfully make a face. âWell, mostly.â
âSounds familiar,â You grin at Ari, not missing the side eye it earns you.
âI have someone I want you to meet,â He rests a large hand on her head, turning her to face you. âThis is (Y/N), my⌠friend.â
âGirlfriend,â Sarah corrects gently, nodding to Ari reassuringly at his nervous expression. âSheâs his girlfriend, just like your aunt has her boyfriend.â
She nods, understanding dawning in her eyes. âNice to meet you,â She smiles gently, taking your hand. âYou gotta come play with us, Daddy always has the best games. Do you work with him? Is he as fun out there as he is here?â
âMaya, take a breath.â Her mother chides, smiling at her energy while Ari makes a face at her ribbing. âShe just got here, remember?â
âIâd love to play with you,â You smile as she lights up, chatting excitedly as she leads you upstairs to her room. Itâs beautiful but simple, full of art and pictures of her and her mom and dad, but nothing negative about their relationship- a testament to their devotion to her. âThese are beautiful, youâre an artist?â
She blushes a bit. âYeah, but not that much. I like to draw Daddy pictures though.â
Ari clears his throat, and you turn to see him leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. âYouâll have to show her more later. What do you want to do first?â
She instantly moves, leading us into several games- some with Ari playing a sea monster and her leading the ship, some of them drawing and creating stories together, and even some where they play board games with her little collection. By the time you have a second to catch your breath itâs been a few hours, Sarah gently calling everyone down to try something Maya made, and you can see with a glance Ariâs worn out from her antics.
âThis is great,â You hum, smiling as Maya grins happily. âYouâll have to share more of your desserts with us sometime.â
âEspecially with me,â Ari grins, winking at her. âI need more energy to keep up with you.â
Sarah laughs, shaking her head. âWe all do if we want to stand a chance,â She rises to start cleaning up, waving her hand dismissively when you and Ari rise to help. âGo relax with her, I know you have to go soon.â
Ari nods, yawning and stretching. âGive me five and Iâll be ready, I need to recharge a bit,â He pads over to the large couch and flops down, almost immediately falling asleep and snoring the way only he can, and Maya giggles as you wink at her.Â
âI donât know, I think you should make him spend time with you,â You tease, seeing her grin as she sneaks over to him. Before she can do anything he moves, wrapping his arms around her and dragging her to settle on him without opening his eyes. She laughs and tries to scramble away, making you laugh as he tickles her and kisses over her face. Something in you aches, wanting to give him more chances to be with his daughter, and it takes a moment for you to blink out of it and see Ariâs baby blues watching you intently.Â
âHeâs a good father,â Sarah hums, quietly sitting with you at the table and handing you a mug of tea. âAnd a good man.â
You blush a bit, taking a sip and letting the warmth soothe you. âHe isâŚâ
She gently squeezes your hand. âThings didnât work out well for us⌠But I donât regret the time we spent, or that little girl he loves so much. Heâs nothing but an agent, but heâs a damn good father to her.â She smiles at you gently, nothing but warmth and reassurance in her eyes. âHe loves you, (Y/N). I can see it in his eyes. Youâre a good match.â
You smile shyly, a bit touched sheâs being so kind despite her history with your boyfriend. âThank you, Sarah. â
âWhatâs going on here?â
You both look up, Sarah smiling as he holds a half-asleep Maya in his arms. âI think itâs about bedtime,â Sarah rises, tea forgotten as she brushes hair from Mayaâs face. âDo you want to tuck her in before you go?â
Ari nods, smiling as Maya waves and yawns out a goodnight before he disappears upstairs, giving you time to help gather everything and get ready before Ari rejoins you. After a few goodbyes and promises to visit again soon, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and tugs you closer, kissing your temple. âYou ok baby?â
âMore than ok,â You lean into his touch, smiling as his arm tightens around you. âI want that. Someday.â
He raises a single eyebrow, glancing down at you. âWant what?â
âThat. A warm loving place for you to have a family, a place for you to call home when the thrill of the mission fades. You deserve that happiness.â
âSo do you,â He kisses you softly, helping you into his truck but not moving away, keeping his hands on your hips as you spread your legs for him to step closer. âIâd like that. A family with you.â He kisses your ring finger, eyes never leaving yours. âBut youâre my home, (Y/N). Not a building, or a city, or even a country. You.â You flush, smiling shyly, and he kisses you again before moving to climb back into the driver's seat. âWe have a lot of time to practice⌠and I intend to start immediately.â
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | fucking machine
pairing | porn director!ari levinson x pornstar!reader
warnings | reader is an amateur pornstar, ari is her beloved director. emphasis on safe/consensual sex practices (safe word mention.) mild dom!ari vibes. foreplay: nipple and clit play. fucking machine. spitting. orgasm permission + she comes :D
word count | 1,049
thinking about porn director!ari helping you, his favorite little star, take the machine for the first time 𼺠maybe you're fairly new to the line of work and you've only done tamer shoots so far. this is your first taste of intenser porn elements; you're just trying it out with ari before going through a proper shoot with cameras and everything because you're not sure how you'll take it or if you'll like it
ari is super protective of you and wants to make sure you're safe throughout the entire process. he insists it's just you and him because he doesn't want any outside pressure or elements potentially making it hard for you to advocate for yourself or ask to stop if you need to. you trust him so much, he's been so wonderful to you and you feel so much safer knowing it'll be just you and him in the studio đ
he gets everything ready before you arrive, arranging a comfy leather chaise for you to lay on and setting up the machine/testing out to make sure it works. he gets lube, a few different toys in case you'll want them, and clean up/aftercare stuff all set out as well. he told you to wear whatever you want, whatever's comfy. when you arrive in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, he thinks you look so adorable and perfect just the way you are đĽş
he sits with you for a little while beforehand, talking you through everything that'll happen so you understand the machine and there'll be no surprises. he makes you feel so safe and supported, reminding you several times that you can stop at any time, making sure you remember the safe word, etc. he's smiling so big at you when you nod to let him know you're reading, "i'm so proud of you, sweetheart. i promise we'll make it feel good. and if you need anything, you just let me know. that's my job, i'm here to make things easy and comfortable for you"
he has the machine close enough so he can sit on the edge of the chaise there with you and adjust it as necessary. when you're ready, he lets you undress and lay back. he just has such a way of making you feel so secure around him, he's smiling so sweetly at you as he takes some time to rub your thighs, easing your legs open as you relax for him. he takes plenty of time loving on you the ways he knows you love best, gently playing with your nipples before moving down to rub your clit a little bit
"there we go. just relax for me, angel," he's coaxing you as you grow warm and wet beneath his fingers. "gotta get you nice and ready, princess. that feel good, right there? you can tell me what you need, honey. i'll take care of you." once you're adequately warmed up, he pulls away and preps the silicon attachment with lube anyway, just to prevent any friction or discomfort. "you ready, sweetheart? just remember your word, okay? the moment you say, we stop." your enthusiastic nod and gentle smile convince him you're ready
"okay baby, here we go. gonna ease it in," he explains as he gently extends the rod up to press the tip of the dildo against your leaky hole. "bit of a stretch here, deep breaths," he talks you through it as the rubber object is slowly but steadily worked up into you. "good girl, almost there," he hums as he reaches a good stopping point, making sure the thrusts won't push in too far or hit your cervix painfully
rubbing your inner thigh soothingly, asking, "you ready for me to turn it on, princess? we'll start slow, but it'll be intense. you just let me know if you need something on your clit- sometimes that helps with the pressure"
he starts you out on the lowest setting, watching carefully to see how you react. your immediate soft moans and melting into the couch are good signs hehe 𫶠his face is beaming with pride as you lie back and let the machine fuck you, watching as your eyes roll back slightly and your legs tremble as they fall to either side
"g-god," you're groaning as you're pounding steadily, "you should've l-let me do this sooner"
he's chuckling as your words are distorted by the rhythm of the machine. "i needed to make sure you were ready, pretty girl. and look at you, you're taking it so well," he knows it drives you crazy when he talks to you like that, and it's working alright!!
"m-more," you're soon begging, "faster, p-please!"
he can't help but laugh lightheartedly a bit more at your enthusiasm and impatience, nodding as he bumps you up a bit in speed. you let out the sweetest, happiest sighs as the repeated pounding rocks the entire couch. wanting to make the experience as good as possible for you, he goes back to cupping your tit with one hand, patting lovingly over your swollen clit with the other. his added stimulation makes your body jerk and writhe weakly, broadening his proud smile
"go ahead, baby. take what you need. you want it faster?" he asks as he twists and tugs at your hardened nipple. your pleading nod prompts him to boost you up another few notches, the machine growing a bit noisier as you're now fucked a bit more forcefully. wiggling yourself down a bit, you dare to let the tip of the rubber cock hit up perfectly against your weak spot. the build-up to your orgasm seems to happen over the span of mere seconds, but ari sees it happening
"p-please, i'm gonna-" you're panting weakly as you teeter towards the edge. he knows you so well, he can somehow tell exactly what you need to get you there. he brings his hand up, spitting on his fingers before slapping them down over your clit, rubbing in furious circles
"go ahead, baby. you've been so good. you can go ahead and come," his permission is all it takes- you come right then and there on that massive rubber dick as it pounds you into oblivion, ari's skilled fingers carrying through the wonderful high đ
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How I'm Looking at You, Part 3
Summary: it's becoming too much, and you're learning so much.
Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: Â explicit language, explicit sexual content, first orgasm, jealousy, fingering, dry humping, mild imagines of breeding kink, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 7.8K
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Taking a deep breath, you lift another spoonful of the coffee soup to your lips before letting the spoon fall back in the glass with a clash. Eyes going wide as you read through the words quickly, and turn the page. The English are a different breed of people, but you have found yourself more and more immersed in their literature. Getting to a better stopping point, you dip a piece of the bread in the soup, and look towards Ari.
Heâs staring directly at you. Those crystal blue eyes of his rakes over your face curiously as if heâs studying you. As if you are the most interesting thing in the world. An abandoned newspaper beside his breakfast, but how could you be more interesting than whatever was in that?
Clearing your throat, you turn your gaze back to the book, and read nothing. You can still feel his warm and curious eyes as you try to breathe. Just breathe. Going to the swimming hole has lit something in you. Something deep within your body, and it is purely physical. You want him. You want him like the characters in your books, and that just brings on even more questions.
Questions that have you fearing their answers. Was Ari even aware of the books he had given you to read? Was that his plan all along? Because there is something stirring, and you donât know how to deal with it. Between him and what youâre reading itâs becoming too much. It fizzles lower than your belly, and you have a feeling that Ari is the only one that can fix it.
Ari shifts in his chair, and you look over towards him. If he wants your attention, he can have a bit of it. Youâre almost too embarrassed and scared to give him your full attention. âI want to apologize for the other day?â
âApologize?â You ask a bit confused. What exactly is he apologizing for? And why was the fact that he was apologizing and admitting he did something wrong â desirable? Men around here were right, and you were just to accept it.
âFor the swimming hole,â you nod once, your vision turning to an odd scratch in his table. Your father would have already had that buffed out. âI think things got a bit heated, and if I crossed the line, Iâm sorry.â
âYou didnât. Not really,â you gulp as you try and find the words. These books have been giving you so many new words that you arenât sure if you can or should put them into a sentence. But there is one thing that seems to be common amongst the women, âItâs just so fast. And itâs overwhelming and I donât know how to deal with what Iâm feeling,â that didnât sound too bad.
âWhat exactly are you feeling?â He adjusts his seat. Putting his forearms onto the table, while he leans forward. Giving you more attention than anyone else ever has, âIf youâre comfortable,â you shake your head quickly, and he smiles. He has a pretty smile. A smile that you can feel radiate all the way to your toes, and that makes no sense at all.
âWe should go swimming again,â you look at him, a smile creeping up on your face. âIf-if you want to, that is. I can get you a bathing suit, and you can feel free to ask me anything. I could be like an open book, if you will.â
âAnything?â He whispers out, yes, and you let those words sink a moment before nodding, and picking your book back up. You read a paragraph about fifteen times without even absorbing what the words mean. But you have to quit looking at him. You have to keep him off your mind, while you try not to explode.
Anything. Anything that you can come up with, heâs willing to answer. You need to gather your thoughts, and think about what you would like to ask him. What if you irritated him to the point that he didnât want to answer questions anymore? You had to make these questions count for something.
Ari is a strange character. Heâs intense in ways that your community isnât. Here the men just had a stern hand. They walked around being able to do what they wanted to because they were men. They just had to stick to the Amish ways, or at least not get caught. Judging by the church service over the weekend, people are having the same thoughts about you.
You could hear the whispers, and the backwards glances. Gossiping is a sin. Ari is your friend though. He doesnât talk about you, he talks with you. A worldly man, and he gave you his undivided attention, and even his touches.
And why shouldnât you be friends with Ari? Itâs not like youâre doing something you shouldnât be. Youâre enjoying time with him, and learning from him. Thatâs more like a teacher. Except â Ari doesnât look anything like the teachers you grew up with. Heâs tall, large, and thick, and he makes your body ache in weird ways. Youâre sure heâs not feeling the same way as you, so itâs best to keep these feelings suppressed.
But these stupid books are not helping. Thereâs something within them that just makes sense. Theyâre answering and describing a lot of things youâve been feeling, but how does one know if your teacher is feeling the same way? How do you know if Ari is just as much of a knotted up mess as you are?
âSo,â Ari starts, whatever his train of thought was, depleting. Heâs not usually one to be shy, thatâs typically you.
âWhat?â Laying your book down, you smile up at him. âAri, what is it?â
âIf I ask, you have to promise to not get mad,â now what is he up to that would make you get mad?
âI thought we were friends?â
âYes!â His shout makes you flinch, and you giggle at your silly reaction. âIâm sorry, but yes, weâre friends. And Iâm only trying to help you out. I took a guess atâŚyour size of bra.â
âOh,â your eyes fall back to the table. You had read about bras. Thereâs no way that the scratch on the table are as exciting as youâre making it. But looking at Ari is almost painful, âYou know everything I wear, Iâve made myself, right?â
Ari inhales deeply, his own eyes looking at the odd mark on the table now. He actually didnât know that, and now he fears heâs overstepped his boundaries. You like to think the scratch resembles an upside down J, but more rounded instead of a straight like. âDo you know what a bra is?â
âEssentially, yes. But,â your cheeks flare up with embarrassment, but you refuse to let this be another moment of trying to run away from him. Itâs all you feel youâre doing, running away. You stand your ground of being present with him. âI donât wear one.â
âDo you want to? Or have I gone too far??â
The women in the books all wear bras, and youâd be lying to yourself if you said you didnât want to experience some of the moments in the books. Unable to answer, you just nod your head. âDo you know how to put one on?â
âI think I can figure it out. Were you about to offer to help me?â This is very much the flirting that the books talk about. His crooked little grin goes wider across his face, and his cheeks flame up. Turning rosy while you canât stop smiling. It feels good not to be the only one that has this rumbling in your stomach.
âI may have,â his nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath. âI got you some panties, and they had a matching set with the bras, andâŚI donât know, I figured you might like them? Theyâd be pretty on you,â Heâs thoughtful, if not a shameless flirt. But still it feels nice to be seen, and thought of. âIâve heard that it can make a woman feel sexy even if nobody sees it.â
Ugh, that gross feeling settles in your craw. Anger is not becoming of an Amish woman, but this doesn't feel like anger. It feels disgusting, and it hurts. You can nearly feel it blooming outwardly in your body, and you only want him to see you in your underwear. Nobody else. You want him to stop talking about other women, even if heâs had them. You want to be the only woman on his mind.
âMaybe they can show you what it looks like then?â His brow cocks up, and you push your chair back with a loud squeak. âI think itâs time for you to get to work.â
âAre you â jealous?â His words halt you in your tracks as you purse your lips. âDarling, there is no other woman in my life but you.â
âBut there was, and I donât much like hearing about them,â of course he couldnât understand the feeling. You are pure, while he has had others.
âThey were in the past, andâŚâ
âAnd did they show you their panties as well?â He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. Contemplating the best way to proceed. âI see. Iâm assuming they also have mated with you.â
âYou are jealous,â his words are flat, and if they were mocking you, you might not feel as angry as you do right now. âThereâs nothing to be jealous about.â
âHow can I be something I donât even understand what it means? Ari, you should really go outside, and start your chores for today, while I start mine,â what you really want is for him to leave you alone while youâre left with the debilitating thoughts that wonât stop pounding through your mind.
He sighs, pushing his chair back as he goes to stand. Staring at you while you look at anything that isnât him. The burning sting that you feel oozes into you, and makes you feel weak and filthy. You hate it, and you hate when he does that to you.
âYouâre right, Darling. Iâm sorry,â what heâs apologizing for, you arenât sure, but it doesnât fully quell the sludge bubbling in your stomach. âI figured the bedroom upstairs could be yours,â that came from nowhere. You study him as he fights for the words to say next.
âMaybe you should look in the drawers. Youâre doing a great job here, and I canât thank you enough. Take some time off today,â you start to object. Blubbering through words, but his calloused finger presses up against your pouty lips, and youâre stunned into submission.
You look up at him through your lashes, feeling smaller than you actually are. Heâs massive. His size always seems to make you feel like a child. âThereâs less to do here because itâs just me. As your employer, I am telling you to take it easy today. Do I make myself clear?â Your throat is dry, almost on the verge of hurting as you nod your head. He wasnât going to take no for an answer, so what are you supposed to do? Continue to argue and lose? No. Youâll just accept his warning.
âEverything in that room is yours,â he says with finality as he stalks to the door, and out for the day.
Youâre left reeling. Playing over every word said this morning while you try and figure out all that is happening. Big strong Ari makes you very weak in the knees, and wet. Thatâs what the books say, and that is what you feel. The books have a perfect way of explaining the things that are going on in your hidden areas.
These feelings you canât explain, but the books do. But what they suggest to take care of those feelings seems forbidden. Gathering up your current book, you lift your skirts a bit as you walk up the stairs. Counting each one on the way up. Fifteen. Fifteen steps until you reach the top landing.
Journeying down the hallway, you stop and take a peek in the first room. Ariâs. He actually made the bed today, but didnât close his drawers all the way. He told you not to work today, but you canât let those drawers stay open, so you take a few steps to it, and close them. Looking out the window you see him squinting up at the house before he smiles, and looks back at Jacob and the other two boys.
He saw you in his room. You had no business being in here, and you wonder if heâs going to punish you for not listening to him. It didnât matter. Whatâs done is done, and youâll accept whatever punishment he deems fit. Youâll just go to your room, as Ari called it.
Itâs prettier than his. Showing oddly feminine furniture that are a bit too decorative to be Amish, but you like them. Love them actually. Love the way the intricate golden vines sprawl out over the sturdy wood, but itâs inside that has got you curious. You walk over to the window, and see Ari smiling at you again. Tipping his hat before you close the curtains.
Is he watching you? Waiting to see what you think of this bedroom? Or even whatâs in the closet and drawers? Which makes you wonder, what exactly is in there. Opening the door to the closet, you take a step back as your eyes flick over the frocks. So many colors. And fabrics. Tags on them let you know that they werenât made by someone, but you adore them all the same.
Pulling out on dress, you flatten it over your body, and turn to look at a floor length mirror, that definitely isnât Amish. Vanity is a sin. But peering into the looking glass you get the appeal. You run your fingers over the lavender material as you swish around. Trying to get a feel of what it would look like on your body before you lay it on the bed.
You should try it on. But first where are the bras, those sets, that Ari spoke about. You go to the dresser, and open up a drawer. Smiling when you see the multitude of colors and materials in there. They were beautiful. Itâs one thing that truly bothered you about your community, they want to praise God because of the beauty he created, while you are left to mope around in drab tones.
Donât bring attention to oneself. But this would be under your clothes and only you and Ari would know. These are things you would be proud to show him, and even tell him how pretty they make you feel. You choose a pretty pale pink set. The bottoms have a bit less material than what you have been wearing. But the top looks so fresh and light that you need it on your skin. And then you can try on the dress.
Maybe even show Ari, and ask what he thinks. You stare at yourself in the mirror as you put the pieces on. Spinning and turning to admire the way they fit on your body. How they hug your curves, and lift your breasts. Your fingers tickle over the cups, and your body jerks back at the sensation. ThatâŚthat was a lot for very little effort. Itâs only partially of how Ari makes you feel. He has you wound so tight that itâs sometimes difficult to breathe.
He makes you feel like your skin is on fire. That your blood is so hot and boiling that it physically turns your body into a furnace. Every time. The serious tone, and the way he looks at you with those pouting eyes. The intensity you feel between the two of you swells, and you need something. The books make that something seem easy, but the way you feel, and what you have been taught is anything but simple. Itâs a sin. A loathsome and filthy sin. But why does his smile and touch make you feel good?
Itâs something that could get you shunned out of your community. Something that nobody even talked about. Itâs to be had, but kept secret. Youâve read enough in the books to know itâs not just breeding, although that seems to be a colorful time. But a pleasure that takes you out of your body and puts you into an out of body experience. You just had to ask Ari a few things about parts, and what they actually mean, and do. Maybe youâd ask him to go back to the swimming hole. You could have a picnic dinner planned, and you are not going to run away. Youâre going to force yourself to stay, and learn.
âFuck,â you hear an angry growl coming from the front door, and make your way down the stairs. His arms flail around on the porch as he removes his shirt. Legs dancing around and stomping on the shirt before he comes inside.
Welts form on his body as he starts swatting his thick chest, and you rush to him, âFuckfuckfuckfuck,â his words stop immediately when he sees you. Sorrowful for saying that word in front of you, but the pain overtakes him as he groans, swatting at his chest again.
âYour hurt,â that much is obvious as you look over his skin. âLet me wash my hands. Yellow jackets?â
âYeah,â his voice is strained as he follows you into the kitchen. âWhat do I need to do?â You give him a point to the chair, and he follows your lead. Mixing up a little concoction, you grab a towel, and kneel between his legs.
Your soft and delicate hands move over his ample chest. Stopping on each welt to make sure you remove every stinger. You canât look up at him, but feel his eyes never leave yours, âWhat happened?â
âI was actually plowing, and ran right into a nest. Thereâs none on my back. They got in the front of my shirt, Darling,â he wants to plead to you not to get off your knees. To stay there while he has the most intrusive impure thoughts about you. You gulp, reaching up to the table, and grab your little bowl.
âIt may sting a bit,â whispering as you press a hand on his broad chest. His heart is beating just as fast as yours, an he leans back, so you can lift up off your haunches. Forgetting what it is youâre supposed to be doing as you watch the rise and fall of his body. Heâs beautiful, and itâs suffocating to think about how close you are. How you can still feel the heat of the sun on his skin.
âWhat is that?â He asks with a smile, and you remember what it is youâre supposed to be doing. Gathering up a little bit of the paste, you smooth it over the first sting, and he hisses. Everything in your body buzzes as you rub it into another sting. âDarling? You okay?â
No, youâre not, but you nod because itâs the safest thing as you spread out the salve right beside his nipple. Your eyes roll up to meet him, and you freeze. The way he is staring at you seems just right. Your body is on fire, but it doesnât feel sinful. âI-i-i-itâs meat tenderizer,â you sound like the girls who have a boy courting them, and you canât make the silliness stop.
âWhat?â The rumble of his chuckle vibrates straight to your core, and you clench your thighs together trying to make it stop. How does a laugh send sensations there? Everything Ari does makes the central area of your body fill with need. Feel the need for him to do something. Anything.
âIt works, doesnât it?â Thereâs heat coursing through you to Ari. Spreading between the two of you, and you canât make things move. Your hands fall to his thighs, and you whimper at the feeling of the cords of muscle that make up the majority of him. Heâs big everywhere. You just know it. The books said as much, but you donât dare ask a question about those areas.
His mouth turns up into a soft grin as he leans forward. Inching closer and closer to you, and youâre immobilized, but not by fear. Whatever is happening you pray that it happens faster. The way that your body bends into his, curving at your back, and you look up at him.
Ari licks his lips, and lifts a hand under your chin. Holding you in place, and placing you how he wants you. His lashes splay over his cheeks as he takes a quick glance to your lips before closing his eyes, and you copy his movements. Primed and ready for his lips to brush softly against yours, and he intakes a long breath before you pucker out your own, and he gently and tenderly presses against your plump lips.
His tongue tickles on the pillows of your mouth, and they part on their own accord. Your taste buds are assaulted with the tangy taste of tea. Trying to taste more, your tongue darts out, tasting his tongue, and those thick arms wrap around your body, lifting you higher up. Swallowing every shallow breath, and every whimper that escapes you.
The two of you melt into one another. Nothing has ever felt like this, and that fuzzy feeling spreads in your belly. No lower. âAri,â you say his name breathlessly as he gulp for air. Your lungs pain with the wide spread of oxygen, and you still hunger for Ari. He pulls you up into his lap. Refusing to remove his mouth from you, and his hands explore the curves that your dress always hides.
Kissing from your lips, down to your jaw as your body starts to rock into him. Movements youâve never made before, and you want more. He takes his mouth to your neck, giving the sensitive column a little nibble, and you yip. Mewling out his name, and he smiles on your skin, âYou like that?â
You donât have time to ask him to make the buildup inside of you stop because the front door slings open, and booming steps walk towards the kitchen, âAri, youâŚâ you stand up quickly from his lap, and smooth down your skirts, shamefully looking away from Jacob. Your whole body spinning around while Ari sits in the chair nonchalantly with his legs spread wide. Both arms rest on his legs, while his hands hang over his crotch. Hiding the effect you had on him.
âAre you okay?â Jacob looks between the two of you, and you walk over to the empty sink. Staring into the porcelain like your vision can manifest dirty dishes. Donât look at him. Donât speak to him. He is Amish, and youâre now alone with two men. âI came to check on you. Jedidiah said you came in here cursing up a storm. We donât like to hear such things, but for the women, especially.â
âJacob, Iâm fine. UmâŚmeat tenderizer, does the trick every time,â Jacob looks between the two of you as Ari stands from the chair. Towering over Jacob, âDonât barge into my house. Okay?â
âWas sheâŚ?â
âShe was tending to my stings, and now I feel brand new. Iâll meet you back outside,â Jacobâs dark green eyes look over to your back, and you keep staring at the overly clean sink. Why did you have to be so sufficient? âIâll be out shortly, Jacob.â
The boy gives a nod to Ari, and reluctantly walks away. Trying to think of any kind of scenario that could explain the quick movement that he witnessed. But Ari can only think of you. Slowly he walks over to your side, and his hand rests under chin, and he turns you to look at him, while his thumb grazes over your kiss-swollen lips.
His thoughts are only on your embarrassment and questions you have to be having right now. âDarling, what happened isnât wrong.â
âI know, it doesn't feel wrong, it feels forbidden, and private,â he wishes there was a way to make you not feel so much guilt, but you are hardwired that way. He doesnât want to overwhelm you, but he doesnât know the words to say to reassure you of that. He wants you to know that what he feels for you is beyond just the physical part. That he has a need to take care of you.
The only reason heâs even entertaining this place still is because of you. He canât say all that. Canât say that he wants to pick you up, and set you on the counter while he lifts up your skirts, and worships you between your thighs. Fuck everyoneâs small minded thoughts in this community because you deserved to be respected, loved, and cherished. And above all feel pleasure without shame.
âAri, I canât stop feeling funny around you.â
âWhat does that even mean?â
âI donât know?â How does one explain that you what you want with him is what is going on in the books? You didnât even know what was going on in the books. You know there are wifely duties to her husband, but you didnât know if thatâs how a wife surrendered to her husband. The women in the books receive pleasure and compliments beyond your wildest imaginations. The women here bore children. There seems to be a difference there.
âTry to explain it?â
âIt feels fuzzy, and I want something that I donât even know what it is. And I want,â you bite your lip, and Ari wants to drop to his knees. He knows that would be too much right now. But you need the edge to be taken off of you.
âDid â did you enjoy the kiss?â
âMaybe too much.â
âWhy do you say that?â
You stare up at him, eyes darting all around his ridiculously handsome face, and try to think of the words that wonât embarrass you. No one has ever talked to you about kissing, or even how it would make you feel. All you know is from the books. The men in those books seem to understand, and like it.
âItâs just that arousal has pooled in my core,â his eyes go wide, and he looks towards your belly. Heâs speechless. His hand grips onto the counter, knuckles whitening, and his hip juts out. You hear him audibly counting, although itâs barely spoken. âYou should go back outside.â
âI should take you swimming, and have some privacy with you,â he wants to take his time with you. Lavish you with so much attention that you canât even think straight. The way he wants to spoil you with pleasures beyond your wildest imagination.
âItâs not an actual pool,â he blows out a slow bit of air, while you try to understand what heâs thinking. It isnât about where he takes you, itâs just about being alone and uninterrupted.
âI know exactly what is happening to your body,â of course he does because heâs made other women feel like this. You want to scream, and tell him to leave you alone.
âBecause there are other women who understood these feelings, and they were more appealing to you. You donât have to tell me about them every chance you get. Please, Ari, go finish your chores, and I will see you at dinner,â you need to end the conversation, and you begin to spin around, but he grabs ahold of your wrist, âAri?â
âIâm not walking out that door with you feeling jealous,â you arenât jealous. You are angry. âThere might have been other women, because I wasnât shunned into thinking that it was a sin, but no woman has ever appealed to me the way you have. No other woman has made me feel as hard as you do,â that phrase. It meant something important. Thatâs what the books stated. âWeâre continuing this conversation at the swimming hole tonight. Donât worry about dinner. Youâre eating English pizza.â
He drops your wrist, and marches out the front door. Picking up his shirt, he shakes it out, making sure the hideous creatures that marred his skin were no longer there. He should have got another one. What did he even mean? Harder â that could only describe one thing. But youâd have to ask Ari exactly what it all meant.
You wring your hands together as you pace around his living room. You had already watched the hired hands leave, and Ari picked up his phone, and dialed a number and was gone. He told you the conversation would continue, and you want it to, but youâre nervous. Nervous about him, or what he thinks. Nervous about you and whatever your body is doing. But you like it. Really like it.
And that kiss, you are swooning so hard. He put his tongue in your mouth just like the books said. And of all the books you read, you couldnât have been prepared for the actual alarms that went off in your body. How perfect it felt, and just how sparks flew through every limb and ligament, and you felt as if you could fly.
The books didnât fully prepare or warn you of that. How it felt like thereâs fish in your stomach swimming around. Or how you ached, and throbbed in ways you couldnât explain, so he had to do it. He had to come clean and tell you everything, but how do you start that conversation? You know what you have to do, but you arenât sure if you have the guts to actually do it.
Could you go through with it? Ari isnât the average man, and you know heâs not going to fall for your â is this what games are? One book mentioned the games women played. Are you playing games with him? No. Youâve made it clear, you told him what you were feeling, and he wants to continue the conversation. And there are â things that happen in the books. Where the men put their hands, and other things, and they have opened up so many possibilities, and you want to explore them all. You think. So many questions that you need answered.
You jump back a step, and put your hands behind your back as Ari walks in through the door with a box of pizza, his bright eyes looking you up and down before motioning to the kitchen, âDo you want to eat here, or do you want to have a picnic?â
âPicnic. I think you need to cool down, and get the dirt off you,â he nods, and grabs a few sodas from the fridge, and a blanket. He starts to walk out the back door, and you skip off after him. There is a tension in the air that can physically seep through your bones, and you want it smoothed away. You know that heâs not angry with you, heâs just lacking the words to say to you.
Stopping at the swimming hole, you grab the blanket from him, and lay it out on the ground, and he places the drinks and pizza down. He tugs at his shirt, until itâs thrown onto the blanket, and you watch his muscles ripple, and heâs kicking off his boots, and yanking his pants down. Standing in front of you like the giant he is. âAre you going to join me?â
âNobody comes out here?â He shakes his head no, starting to walk backwards to the river, and you gulp. Reaching towards your buttons, before dropping your hands. Your eyes scan over the location before you tell yourself this is what they do in the books, and you like Ari, and want to feel the way those women did.
Your fingers tremble as they undo each button one at a time, and you let your dress fall to the ground. Ariâs boxer briefs tighten instantly as he stares at your backside. The cute bikini cut of your panties having a bit of your asscheeks hanging out. The soft pink color sitting on your skin like it was painted on there.
And then you turn around with your arms covering your top. You are wearing one of the matching sets he got you. âI canât see anything you donât want me to see,â timidly you peel your arms away, and walk towards the river. He stands up, walking closer, and you yip. Heâs bigger, like he was before. He holds up his hand and you take it, so he can assist you in the water, and get a bit more coverage than before.
âYou look beautiful,â he canât help the way his eyes move all over every bit of exposed skin.
âVanity is a sin,â keeping you covered was the sin.
âAnd Iâm no angel,â you knew that to be true. He was both holy and unholy. A twinge of guilt pangs in your chest, as you glance between the two of you.
âHow do they fit?â
âHmm?â He shakes his head, meeting your eyes again. He has to focus if he wants this conversation to go anywhere. But the way your nipples are pressing against that thin material has him ready to blow a loud immediately. The fabric already see through with the moisture, and itâs pointless now. You should just remove it.
âMy panties. Did they fit well?â
âYeah,â he answers dopely, and you glance away with your cheeks setting on fire. The heat spreads throughout your body, as you stare at him through the crystal clear water. Heâs even bigger. And your body longs to feel him against you again.
âRemember when you told me if ever I have any questions, youâd answer?â He gives you a nod. Letting his mouth sink below water, he swims and floats all around you like a shark with his meal for the night. Circling you like his prey, while you try to find a less blatant way to ask a question.
Him surrounding you just lights everything on fire. Like your blood is lava, and even the cold river isnât stopping it. Things are happening to you that you didnât understand, and even if youâre overwhelmed, you donât hate it. You want to understand it, and want to know how to quell it.
âI guess first things first,â you inhale deeply, looking at him, and unable to take your eyes away. Itâs like he needs you as much as you need him, and that doesnât even make sense. âWhatâs a cock?â
So much happens in such a short time. Ari inhales before his mouth can get out of the water. Choking and sputtering on the water that he sucked into his lungs, and youâre able to maneuver yourself in front of him, and you grab his face, trying to get him to calm before you sink under water. Forgetting that you canât swim because Ari is in trouble.
He lifts you up, bringing you straight onto his body, and his eyes capture yours. You feel both of your heartbeats in the most bizarre places as he clings to you. Those thick hands splay a bit too low on your back, to the point it isnât really just your back. Heâs so big. âWhat did you say?â
âA cock. What is it? Itâs not like a rooster, obviously.â
âI think itâs better for me to show you,â you asked the question, and he couldnât help his slimy little comment to come out. Heâd show you his cock whenever you want him to. He wants to make an offer if you see it, you have to taste it.
âWhat does that mean?â Holding you with one arm, he pulls your hand, placing it on his swollen underwear. You whimper as you look into his eyes, and his hand flattens on yours, guiding you to massage his bulge. âAnd thatâs â what goes in me?â How is that ever going to fit anywhere on you?
âWhat?â
âAnd thatâs where the cum is from. Mmm,â your eyes look through the water, watching your hands as it palms his cock. âCan I see it? Is this how fucking works? Your cock goes into my cunt, and you shoot your cum into my belly. Would you want to see the cum leak out of me? I have so many questions, and youâre not answering, youâre just moaning. What do you taste like?â
âYouâre killing me,â no you werenât. In the books, this is what the men wanted the women to do. They wanted to fuck them deep and hard, and fuck their mouth. This is what men want. âWhere are you getting all these words from?â
âThe books. So, if youâre not in your underwear, how big is your cock. And whatâs my cuntâŚoh my,â your eyes roll into the back of your head as his hand cups your covered mound, and you bite at your lip. Both of you rubbing each other, and it still doesnât feel like itâs enough. Like something is missing. âWhat is fucking then?â
âYou probably shouldnât say that around your community. Thatâs a very bad word, and youâre such a naughty girl. But if you really want to know what fucking is, we got to start by stretching. Can I touch you under the panties?â Heâs never prayed before this moment, but he prays you say yes. All this conversation has done is create a need to feel you from the inside.
âWhat?â
âItâs easier for me to show the true function of your cunt, if I can go inside of you,â you moan. Your body curves more into him, bringing your core right to his cock. Your body needs to be fucked, but you deserve to have someone make passionate love with you.
âLike finger fucking? Fingering, right? Youâll scissor your fingers inside of me, so you can stretch me out? Yes, can you show me?â His pinky moves aside your panties, and when his bare hands touch you, the moan you let out doesnât even sound human.
âShh, youâve got so much repressed sexual energy, youâre about to blow before I even touch you. This right here, is your pussy, or as you like to call it your cunt,â you didnât quite understand. His fingers roam over your split, but they were nothing compared to what you held in your hand. His fingers feel baby like. His cock that you try to wrap your hands around feel otherworldly.
âBut this,â his fingers push past through your body, and you feel him in your throat. Pressing your forehead against his, and you can no longer hold his cock as you let his fingers roam around inside of you. It didnât make any sense, and even though you know it will be frowned upon, this pleasure is too good to give up. âThis beautiful hole, is your pussy. ButâŚâ
Ariâs mouth falls open as you succumb to the pleasure. Your mouth agape, and brows furrowed as you just feel him. âIf I can make you come, are you going to give your pussy to me?â
âWhatâs coming?â he adds a second finger, and you raise your body off him a bit. The stretch is much more intense, and the fullness is mind-blowing. This is what going dumb means. Thereâs no thoughts, just the way that Ari is making you feel, but also how he feels inside of you. Like he belongs there. A thumb presses down on your entrance, and the sounds that flow out of your mouth make Ari moan.
âI canât explain coming, youâll just know. This is your clit,â his thumb circles around the little bean, and your body jumps around. You didnât believe in magic, but if you did, it belonged in Ariâs fingertips. Your body starts rolling into him, lifting your drenched tits out of the water.
The fabric of your bra is too thin, and your nipples protrude out. If you think youâre overwhelmed, heâs a dead man. His eyes don't know what to look at. He wishes he could see his fingers dragging in and out of your heavenly pussy. Desires nothing more than to see your tits free and bouncing around as he fucks his fingers into you. But it isnât until he feels your walls flutter, around that he just stops and enjoys what he sees.
Eyes closing tightly as he drives in harder. Faster. Curling his fingers, he hits a tender spot that takes all thoughts away. Tight circles on your clit. Everything working in harmony. Until the dam breaks, and you are gasping and panting for air. Unable to open your eyes, he lets your cunt relax around him before he pulls out his fingers, placing them directly into his mouth where he can suck off your diluted juices.
âThatâs coming,â heâs so proud at how well you took him. How beautiful and perfect you looked as you came undone, and he wants to see it again. And again.
âSo different from cum. Will you show me your cum?â You are trying to murder him. Thereâs no other way around this. You are saying all the innocent and filthy things that come to your mind, and he wants you to partake in everything. Whatever books youâre reading, heâll buy you five thousand more, just so you continue to stay curious for him.
âIâll paint you with my cum if thatâs what you need. But, you just had your first orgasm. I think itâs time for us to eat. Maybe you can show me your pussy outside of the water,â you take some staggered breaths before you open your eyes, looking at him confused.
âBut itâs your pussy now,â fuck, he says in his head, and your staring at him seriously. âBut how does a cock feel going inside?â
âNot a cock,â you donât understand. Thatâs what the books say. âMy cock. But not today. I bet that was your first kiss today wasnât it?â You nod your head. Itâs not something thatâs done. Things like that are for marriage. And youâd assume whatever his fingers were doing earlier is as well.
âAnd thereâs other lips I can kiss thatâll make you feel even better,â Ari gives your sweet little cunt a few taps with his palm, and the way you look at him so sweetly and whisper please has things on overdrive. He maneuvers you to his front. Coaxing your legs to wrap around his waist as he grinds you on him. âJust like this. You feel how hard you made me?â
âYeah,â you struggle to get out. âYouâre so â big.â
âAnd youâll learn to take every inch of me. Iâll have you stretched out so wide around my cock, and youâre going to beg for me to go harder. Youâre such a sweet girl, but you want to be my filthy little slut, huh?â In the past youâve heard those words in such negative terms. But when Ari calls you his, it has you melting into him. Arching your back, you see his eyes go to your breasts.
âYouâll suck on my pebbled peaks, too?â
âDarling, Iâll suck on every part of your body,â whimpering out his name he moves you over him harder. Grunting, growling, and deep breathing. He watches you. Youâre about to get off again, and itâs a shame he canât see your body glistening with his cum thatâs about to blow all over your virgin pussy.
âDarling, Iâm a sucker for you. You ready?â You nod your head excitedly as he crashes his lips into yours. He devours your moans, gifting you with his own. Creating waves in an otherwise steady river with your movements, until you feel the most beautiful warmth spurt against your skin. âThatâs what you fucking do to me. Iâve never came like that before.â
He pants as he looks over your face. Your eyes are wide as they watch him. âIt may be a sin, Darling, but youâre worth it,â and you think heâs worth it, too. Thereâs no way these Amish men could ever be so vulgar with you. Itâs depraved, and you sink even further into his hell with him. Your purity be damned because you know it belongs to him.
âI think the books my sister suggested for me to get are complete and utter trash. But you keep reading, and figure out what you like. Write it down. Maybe one day Iâll not only fuck you, but fuck my cum inside of your cunt so deep, thatâŚâ he stops, what the fuck was he saying? Heâs never desired for children. But the thought of you filled to the brim with his cum, and watching it drip out of you has him reeling. The thought of fucking you everyday before you go home thrills him. Have you walking around with a used pussy, and nobody knows that he took your virtue. They didnât deserve you.
He has visions of you taking him every way possible. Sobbing out his name while he has his seed dripping out of you. But it isnât enough. That is just for him. The lips of your pussy swollen from how hard he fucks you will be just for him. But your belly swollen and full of him, nobody could deny. He would have you and nobody else could. Heâd have to save you and take you away from this disgusting place. And this is just crazy.
âBut, refrain from talking about fucking, and my cock and that beautiful little pussy. Letâs keep it to just us. If you do, Iâll make sure you get to come on my cock.â
âDo I get to taste it?â
âFuck,â he sighs. You want to try it all, and are eager, and scared, and timid, and it makes it that much more satisfying. Your little bit of jealousy ignited something inside of him. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you, and the thought of him fucking some other woman made you angry. No, it pissed you off. Made you all bratty and snippy. He wanted to push you to your knees, and shove his cock past those pouty lips to remind you the only person that is making his dick wet is you.
âDarling, the first time I come inside of you, Iâll gather the leaking cum with my cock, and let you suck it off. Two holes will be filled with me,â it sounds so â you canât even think of words. You just know that the books and Ari are your undoing. But once that door is opened, can it fully be closed?
You had Ari inside of you, and you craved more. Addiction is a sin, but Ari was worth sinning for.
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Lazy Morning
Warning: Dub-con (since they are married); Actor!Ari Levinson, somno, oral (mentioned just a little), fingering, p in v, fluff and smut.
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"And the Oscar goes to -" The host paused dramatically, before opening the envelop in his hand and pulling out the sheet of paper that contained the name of the winner for tonight.
"-Ari Levinson, from The Feud!"
The first action, out of sheer surprise, was to look into your soft eyes. Ari saw you gasp and cover your mouth in shock, when your eyes dampened in happiness.
He headed to the stage after kissing and hugging you, shaking hands along the way.
"... I want to thank the director Frank Adler, and our team for making The Feud to happen." He choked on his words, on your name, tears rolled heavy beneath his eyelids, "And to my beautiful wife. You mean the world to me. I love you."
...
Your wet mouth engulfed him inch by inch. Words were a slur of moaning coming out of his lips.
"F-Fuck, honey-"
His cock reached the back of your throat. So soft. So warm.
"Feels good, baby?" You whispered in your sultry voice, "Come down my throat. I want to taste you..."
His hand grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you down on his cock. Pushing you down until he was fully seated in your mouth. Until he was on the verge of exploding-.
The sun peeked through the window and the slim creek of the curtains, landing on his skin.
Among the soft incessant buzz of his phone, the faintest of stirring of you in his arms, and the sun, he woke up from slumber.
It took him a moment to recall his memories from last night. Last night was a combination of alcohol, chatting up, and tiring ceremonies.
Right. Ceremony. The Oscar.
Ari scratched his bearded chin. He might have a little problem distinguishing reality from his dream.
The ceremony and the speech, that he remembered. But the fact that you were fully clothed in pyjamas reminded him that the blurry vision he just had - the one where you took him in your mouth - was a dream.
He sighed softly into the back of your neck. The afterparty lasted until three in the morning, and both of you had been too tired to do anything besides getting ready for bed in the early hours. Which led to the fact that he was hard as fuck, and there was nothing he could do about it while you were still sleeping.
You were practically glowing in your sleep, which could be the sun kissing your skin, but still, glowing, peaceful, and he could not believe his luck, marrying you and spending the rest of his life with you.
... on second thought, maybe there was something he could do about it while you were sleeping.
Ari shamelessly slipped his hand beneath your sleeping shorts, prying it down in slow motion, until it was pulled to your knees. His fingers danced around your entrance, carefully rubbing your pussy lips and capturing your clit between his fingers.
You let out a small whine in your sleep, your back pressed to his front a little tighter.
Slick began to gather at his fingertips as he continued his motion of rubbing circles at your most sensitive parts. Ari couldn't help himself but murmur by your ears. He knew you couldn't hear in your dreams, but that didn't stop him from whispering, "So wet for me, honey. I bet you want this as much as I do, yeah?"
As if you could hear him, your walls convulsed and your thighs tightened, before your knee moved higher up on the bed, as if you were granting him access in your sleep.
"Honey..." He murmured, his gaze unwavering, landing on your slick-coated pussy, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're awake and wanting. Such a pretty invitation for me, won't you say?"
He pumped his shaft with the slick on his fingers. The tip slowly sunk itself into your velvety walls, as he grunted due to the tightness.
"Fuck, honey, fuck." Ari panted into your neck. His lips pressed into your soft and smooth skin, trailing his kiss to the point where your neck met your shoulder.
You mewled, clawing his arm that circled your waist, moaning in your sleep: "Ari..."
"Yes, honey, I'm right - umph - here." Ari pushed himself all the way in, his legs wedged between your knees, forcing them to open wide as he bottomed out.
"Ari...?" Your eyelashes batted before blinking your eyes open. Half of your consciousness still drowning in the peaceful sleep you had, and the other half bathing in the wet dream - the wet reality where you woke up with the twisted coil of desire burning in your guts.
The thought of your husband taking you in your sleep only added fuel to the fire. You can feel your pussy clenched down hard on his thick cock when his slow but hard thrust hurt your cervix in the most delicious way possible.
A throaty moan was pushed out of your lips when another thrust rearranged your insides. Your hand clung to the iron clad he had to your waist, preventing yourself from slamming into the headboard.
"Love you so much, honey," He groaned loudly as your body responded to him by moving along the rhythm he set. The filthy squelch as your dripping pussy took all of him in hungrily, pounding the life out of you.
You chanted his name like a prayer when he had you come on his cock, when his cum pumped into you, coating your walls with his spend.
Catching your breath and your mind gradually, your fingers intertwined with his, before turning your head and looking his way: "For a second, I thought it was my birthday."
Ari huffed out a laugh. His beard scratched your jaw as he kissed every inch of your skin he could reach. With the morning sex as a wake-up call, he sure could turn this into a habit for your mutual celebrations. A small smile crept up his lips as he spoke, "I think we have some left-over pie in the fridge, 'course we could make it your birthday."
His phone buzzed again, making him curse under his breath.
"Take it." You teased him softly, tapping your knuckle on his chest, "Otherwise the headline tomorrow would be The Disappearance of Oscar-winner Ari Levinson."
Ari reached his long arm to grab his phone. Scamming through the messages and phone calls, he picked a few to answer briefly before tossing his phone aside, burying his face into your neck, and inhaling deeply.
In a few hours, he would have an interview with Variety, and later iMDb. After that, he would be shipped off to Norway via airplane for his new movie which still needed a few weeks in a god-forsaken forest. While you too had your work later tonight, he couldn't help but ask, "Can you stay with me before I go?"
"Sure." You combed through his hair with your fingers. He grew his hair and beard for his new caveman movie in Norway, and now he was fuzzy all over. Sometimes you wonder whether you have a man for your husband, or that he is merely a werebear that loves to pin you under with his weight, "how much time do we have before you go?"
"My flight takes off at 4:45pm." He grumbled into your neck, "Four, five hours...? When are you needed for work?"
You turned to look at him, "Five-ish."
"Good." His hand splayed possessively over your stomach, "That means we can spend some more time on..." He squeezed your tummy suggestively, "celebration."
You could practically imagine him wiggling his eyebrows as he said so. Chuckling, you placed his hands where they needed to be - your spine, "Celebration should wait," you laid comfortably on your stomach, "someone isn't getting any celebration until they fix my waist - bending me around and all that."
Ari sighed in defeat and started working on the stiff muscles on your back - the fact that he did bend your legs in your sleeping form left him speechless and somewhat embarrassed for springing out on you.
With his magical hands doing their best, it was not long until you started humming in content, and his dick twitched in excitement.
His hands began to descend lower and lower, closer to your ass every time he massaged your back.
"You know, I think the massage would perform one hundred percent if you take your sleeping shirt off." His hand glided dangerously close to your core, before shifting his position and muttering by your ear.
"God, you're awful." A breathy groan left your lips as the knots on your back untwined.
"Too bad, you're not going anywhere," Ari lowered himself to kiss your bare back - this smooth bastard had just flipped your sleeping shirt upwards to grant himself better access, "Mrs. Levinson."
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Warm Embrace
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader
Summary: During a rough week, Ari wants to make sure heâs there for you
Word count: 1,249
Content/warnings: crying, non-descriptive mentions of stress, angst, comfort, kissing
A/N: For my sweet, sweet Mel @steviebbboi I hope everything is okay and this can help just a little bit with everything. I love you!!
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Your eyes burned, straining to see your computer screen so late in the night, but you couldnât afford to cut your hours short. You were doing important work and actively helping people who really needed it. Who cares what your own life looked like? Youâd figure it out. You had tomorrow off anyway, you could just push through until then.
Besides, that would help you forget about everything else going wrong right now. Everything that was so messed up and stressful and out of your control. It was fine. You were fine.
Except Ari saw through it. He saw through the faltering smile youâd given him at breakfast yesterday. He saw through the mumbles you gave him of âI packed spaghetti leftovers for your lunch tomorrowâ when you insisted on aggressively doing the dishes the night before. And he saw through you claiming your third cup of coffee this evening was because you âwerenât getting good sleep probably.â Because it wasnât just bad sleep. It was more than that and it pulled on his heartstrings to watch you trudge through this week.
It wasnât at all dissimilar to how youâd trudged your way through the apartment to bed after you finally shut your laptop and turned off the dim lamp on your small desk in the corner of the living room. You didnât even have the energy or drive to brush your teeth before flopping into bed as gently as you could to prevent rousing Ari. He tended to go into work pretty early in the morning, tomorrow included. Heâd seemingly slept like a log the last few nights went youâd laid down next to him, but a stretch and low groan in response to you pulling the covers over your shoulder made your heart drop.
Ari turned over in the bed, taking in your form that was turned away from him, curled up as tight as heâd ever seen. Just over the rustling of the comforter, he heard you speak in a small voice, âIâm so sorry, Ari. I didnât mean to wake you.â
He had to fight the temptation to coo at just how torn up you were right now. He knew you were just so strained, and the wrong thing could make it worse, but he was more than happy to offer gentle comfort.
He shifted closer to you, his body wrapping around your own, arms warm and tight, beard next to your cheek where he pressed a gentle kiss.
âI was already up, Sugarplum. Donât worry about it.â
He moved farther down to kiss along your shoulder as he whispered against your skin again, voice slightly rough with sleep. âYouâre amazing, you know that, right? I love you so much. You make me happy by being yourself, and youâre so, so strong.â
You couldnât help the way tears welled in your eyes, simply sniffling before grabbing one of Ariâs hands and pulling it up to your mouth for a peck. âThank you. I needed that.â
And for the first time in a week, you felt your body relax into a peaceful slumber.
You woke up to the sun shining on your face through the crack in the curtains. You were used to waking up with cold sheets next to you, but when you stretched out under the covers, rolling over to shove your nose into Ariâs pillow, it was still lukewarm.
You turned your head in suspicion, and thatâs when you caught a whiff of sweetness from the kitchen. It was mixed with the bitterness of brewed coffee, which didnât make sense. Ari should have been gone hours ago, yet you could faintly hear oldies drifting toward the bedroom along with the delicious scent of breakfast.
As you sat up in bed, you noticed an old beaten up sweatshirt sitting on your nightstand. Your favorite of Ariâs. You slipped it on, along with a pair of socks to combat the cold floors and shuffled towards the bedroom door. When you opened it, music blasted through, along with sunlight bouncing off the white walls, although that couldâve been the brightness of Ariâs beaming smile as he watched you emerge.
You rubbed your bleary eyes, trying to help them adjust as you joined him in the kitchen, your croaky voice breaking through.
âAri, whatâs going on?â
He placed a kiss to your forehead before turning his attention back to the skillet on the stove and flipping the pancake that sat there cooking.
From the stack that already sat on a plate on the counter, you could see they were your favorite, filled with chocolate chips and seemingly all the fruits from the fridge. Or as Ari liked to call themâŚ
âPancakes supreme! Just for you, Sugarplum. Go on, take a seat.â
Your mind was too tired to react to his chipper mood consciously, but beyond your control, a smile began to tug at the corner of your lip as he slid the plate in front of you where youâd taken a spot on one of the kitchen stools. They were still warm, stacked up with pads of the good butter melting in between, a fork and knife tucked in beneath the bottom of the pile. It was perfect, Ari was perfect, and before you could help it, the floodgates opened.
Tears poured down your cheeks and your chest began heaving, shoulders jerking in a sob. And in a flash, Ari was on you, big hands framing your face, thumbs brushing away the salty trails. His eyes were full of concern as he searched for what was wrong.
âHey, hey, shhhh, itâs okay. Did I do something?â
You took another gasping breath as you shook your head, wrist moving up to wipe your nose before you finally looked at him.
âN-no. A-and yes. Y-youâre supposed to be at work! And you stayed home? For me? F-to do this?â
Your breathing, while still frantic, was starting to calm down when Ari moved his arms to squeeze you tight, your head falling between his firm pecs, arms clinging to his narrow waist. He placed a long, lingering kiss to the top of your head, breath steady in a rhythm that you body couldnât help but want to match as he rumbled in response.
âOf course I did. I felt like you could use a little extra love today.â
You nodded against him as you pulled his body even closer. Ari knew everything going on, and the two of you hadnât discussed how much it was affecting you, but you were so grateful he was able to sense it and do his best to help you out on the harder days.
âYeah. Thank you, Ari.â
You peeled your body from his to look up in his eyes, filled with nothing but the deepest affection and care. No judgement at all. How did you get so lucky?
âI love you.â
The grin that graced his face at that gave you a spark of warmth inside that you hadnât felt in days, finally getting the peace that helped you let go of everything difficult in life, even if just for a minute.
âI love you more, Sugarplum.â
As you shook your head in amused disbelief, Ari leaned down to place a tender, reverent kiss on your lips. When you wouldnât let him leave so easily, though, he laughed and smiled, nose still nudging yours playfully.
âYou better eat these pancakes before they get cold. Then we can continue wherever this is going.â
Bonus A/N: hope you donât mind I gave your pancakes a name, Mel.
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protection (10) â ari levinson
summary: Ari and your father have been business partners for ages, and it seems that he doesn't care for you. This doesn't stop you from trying; scheming to make the older man fall for you the same way the rest of your father's men have, too.
pairing: dbf!ari x reader
warnings: swearing, use of guns, violence, verbal argument, smut (rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pussy slapping, degrading language, pussyjob, daddy kink, breeding kink, orgasm denial)
wc: 6k
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     You awaken at the same moment Ari does; both of you drawing in quick, shallow breaths at the sound of the alarm blaring. Itâs loud â much louder than any alarm system youâve ever heard in your life.Â
Youâd been peacefully sleeping in Ariâs arms, tucked against his warm chest, and dreaming of exactly that. Now, you clutch the sheets close to you as Ari scrambles from the bed, pulling sweatpants over his naked body and grabbing his gun from the nightstand at the same time.Â
âStay here,â he demands of you, rushing toward the door.Â
âNo,â you say from the bed.Â
His head snaps back over to you, watching as you move to get up. He clenches his jaw and walks back over, then grabs your arm.Â
âDonât be ridiculous,â he mutters, âStay here, and lock the door behind me.â
âNo,â you repeat.Â
He raises a brow, silently daring you to defy him again.Â
âY/N,â he breathes, his voice so low it sends a shiver down your spine, âLock the goddamn door behind me.â
You swallow, and he takes your silence for resignation. He releases you and steps to the door again, so you grab his tee shirt and toss it over your head before hurrying after him.Â
âAri, wait,â you hiss, grabbing his forearm, âI donât want you going out there alone.â
His eyes soften, âBaby, Iâll be fine. Stay here. Do not open this door for anyone but me, okay?â
âAriââ
âPlease, donât argue. Iâll be right back, I promise.â
He doesnât give you time to form a rebuttal. He merely kisses you quickly, then slips out the bedroom door. He bangs on it twice from the outside to remind you to lock it, which you do. Then, you hurry over and look out the window, finding nothing but the emergency yard lights flashing.
The alarm stops then, leaving an eerie silence to the house. Unable to handle it, you step over to the door and unlock it, then listen for any type of footsteps. When you hear none, you open it and slide out, then move to the top of the stairs.Â
âNick?â Ari yells across the house.Â
âClear,â Nick replies, âMateo?â
âClear,â Mateo says, âJavier?â
âClear,â Javier yells out, âThereâs nobody here.â
âWhat the fuck set the alarm off, then?â Ari snaps.
It sounds to you like the men have gathered in the kitchen, and you have every intention of listening in on them.Â
âHow the fuck should I know?â Javier replies, âItâs your fucking alarm system.â
âYou know, Iâm hearing a lot of bullshit come out of your mouth under my goddamn roofââ
âEnough,â Nick groans, âObviously something set the alarm off.â
âAgreed. I can review the outside cameras, boss,â Mateo steps in.Â
âDo that,â Ari demands, âNick, get some extra guys here and have them do a sweep of the property. I want all exit points in the house secured and sealed. Javier, you can fuck right off to bed. Youâre not needed.â
âYou sure you donât want me to keep her company while you boss everyone around?â Javier mutters.Â
Silence falls over the house for a second, and you start to wonder if Ari has caught you somehow. You glance back toward his bedroom and consider hurrying in before you hear a crash downstairs, making you jump.Â
âI swear to God, as soon as she decides youâre no longer worth the trouble, Iâm gonna put a fucking bullet in your brain. After I tear off every finger of yours that ever touched her. You wanna be smart with me? You can be smart from six feet under.â
You hear Javier gasping for breath, and while part of you screams to go downstairs and stop it, another part of you squirms at Ariâs words. How you can imagine his angry face, his bulging muscles, and his dire need to protect you in every way.Â
âAlright, Ari, youâve made your point,â Nick sighs, and you listen as he removes Ari from Javier, given Javierâs dramatic gasp in, âWe get it, you love your girlfriend, or whatever the fuck she is. Anyway, we have shit to do. Mateo, Javier, go.â
You listen as the two men excuse themselves from the kitchen, leaving only Nick and Ari in the room. You scoot closer to the steps, sliding across the hardwood on your knees.Â
âGuyâs a fucking prick,â Ari mutters.Â
âI know,â Nick says, âSo, you think it was Christopher?â
Your stomach drops at the mention of your father, and youâve never been more desperate to hear Ariâs response.Â
âOf course it was fucking Christopher. He wants her back.â
Nick sighs, âRelax, man. Obviously weâre not going to let that happen.â
âNo, weâre not. I could just fucking take him out. That would solve ninety percent of my problems.â
âSheâd probably be pissed,â Nick argues.Â
You swallow, unsure of how you would actually feel. On one hand, heâs your father. Yours first protector, and the man you trusted more than anyone before Ari. Now, with everything heâs done, of course you donât want him dead, but youâre not so sure youâd mourn him the same way you would have three months ago.Â
âYeah. Fuck. Iâve gotta go back upstairs. Take care of the exit points and Iâll be back down in ten minutes to look at footage with Mateo.â
You scurry back into the bedroom as Nick agrees, then twist the lock. Your adrenaline pumps at the mere idea of him knowing youâd stepped foot outside the bedroom after he told you not to, so you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself. Heâll be able to tell in an instant, youâre sure, but you wonder if you can just pass it off as nerves from whatever set the alarm off.Â
Ariâs knock against the door is firm but still gentle somehow, much like him. You exhale in relief knowing heâs right there, just on the other side of the door, ready to comfort you.Â
âBaby? Itâs me. Open up.â
You hurry over to the door and unlock it, then fling yourself against him before he can even step foot inside his own bedroom.Â
âAre you okay?â you ask, knowing full well that he is.Â
âHey, yes, Iâm okay, princess,â he coos, stroking his hand through your hair, âNobodyâs here, I promise. We checked every inch of the house and Iâve got guys working downstairs to figure out what tripped the alarm. Iâm sure it was just an accident.â
Heâs lying to you, but you canât tell him you know that. You look up at him through your lashes as his hands slip under your shirt and press themselves against your back, pulling you closer to him.Â
âAn accident?â you clarify.Â
He nods without missing a beat, âYes. Happens sometimes. Look at you, youâre all shaken up.â
Your heart is still racing from the fear of being caught, and the reaction your body has to Ari lying to you only speeds it up once more. You bite down on your tongue, not wanting to start a fight, but making a mental note of this moment.Â
âI was worried about you,â you mumble.Â
He gives you a soft smile, âCâmere. Iâm not going to let anything happen. To either of us. Okay?â
âOkay,â you nod.Â
âOkay,â he repeats, âYou should get some sleep.â
He pulls you over to his side of the California king and lifts you up, setting you on the edge. Your legs dangle and you feel the soft sheets under you, filling your nose with his scent and weakening your resolve. Itâs almost like he knows already â and heâs playing into your biggest weakness. Himself.Â
âWhat about you?â
âI have to go work on the alarm,â he replies, not meeting your eyes, but instead, tucking hair behind your ear, âIâll come back up to you in a few hours. I promise.â
You just nod as he tucks you under the blankets, then pulls them up to cover you. You feel like a child instead of his â girlfriend? Youâd never questioned your title to Ari until Nick pointed it out downstairs, but now, you want to hear him say it.Â
âAriââ you start, but he cuts you off.Â
âShh,â he whispers, then leans down and kisses your forehead, âIâll be downstairs if you need anything.â
You just nod. He smiles at you, then pats your stomach through the blankets before he walks out of the bedroom, leaving you wide awake and alone.Â
     You wake a few hours later to Ari slipping back into your shared bedroom, giving you a tight and apologetic smile as he sees you stir due to his noise. You watch as he closes the door and then crosses the room to get to you.
âHey,â you murmur.Â
âHi,â he replies, giving you a kiss on the forehead, âDid you sleep?â
âYes.â
He nods, then stands up straight again. He gives you an easier smile, not as forced.
âI have to go out for a bit. Mateo and Nick are going with me, but I have five guys I trust downstairs that are staying with you. Iâll introduce you before I go so you feel more comfortable.â
You sit up in bed, leaning against the headboard. Slowly, you nod, although you really want to tell him not to leave you. He slips into his walk in closet, and you watch his back as he picks out a watch.Â
âOkay,â you whisper, âDid you and Mateo find anything on the cameras?â
His back muscles tense then. Heâs frozen, and you sure itâs because he did find something, and thatâs exactly why heâs leaving you.Â
âWhat did you say?â
You furrow your brows, âI asked if you guys found anything on the cameras. That set off the alarm, I mean.â
Slowly, Ari turns around. You catch the tightness in his jaw and the stern look in his eye. His shoulders are high and his chest is tense, and when you look down at his hands, theyâre both balled tightly into fists.Â
âI never told you a word about Mateo. Or the cameras.â
Oh, fuck, you think. He watches as you silently scramble to make something up, and even though heâs going to see right through you, you do exactly that.Â
âIâm pretty sure you did,â you mumble, gripping the comforter in your fist.Â
âNo, I didnât. I specifically did not tell you that.â
He takes a few steps out of the closet, but he remains a few feet from you. He watches you squirm on the bed, taking shallow breaths and swallowing roughly.
âAri, Iââ
âYou left this room,â he states, clenching his jaw, âYou left the room after I told you not to, right?â
Slowly, you nod, âYes. But, Iââ
âGoddamn it, Y/N!â he yells, slamming his hand against the wall and watching as you jump at the sound, âI fuckingâ Anything couldâve happened to you, donât you get that? Do you think this is a fucking game?âÂ
âNo, Ari,â you reply, trying to keep your voice steady as you feel yourself growing defensive and emotional at the same time, âI just wanted to make sure that you were okay.â
âIâm fucking fine,â he snaps, then shakes his head, âI donât get it. Iâm willing to give you everything. I brought you here, and you have a nice place to live, a bed, food on the fucking table, unlimited protection and unlimited money. And you still disobey me when I ask one thing of you.â
You let your eyes flutter closed, and when he slaps his hand against the wall again, silently demanding you look at him, you jump. When you open them again, he almost looks angrier than before. Slowly, you slide out from under the blanket and stand up, then take careful steps across the room.Â
âI shouldâve listened to you,â you say quietly, âI was just scared, and I didnât want you to get hurt. Iâm sorry.â
His jaw ticks, âYou will be. I canât keep having this same fucking conversation with you, Y/N. You need to learn to listen when I speak to you.â
You never realized how much you love when he uses pet names with you until he stops. Your name on his lips, although sexy as hell, doesnât bring out the same feelings in you as it does when he calls you baby.Â
Even so, his words bring out a defensiveness in you that you didnât know you could have with him. Not after everything. Ariâs eyes widen slightly when you cross your arms over your chest and purse your lips, then hike up a brow in a dare for him to continue.Â
âI didnât escape one prison just to be put in another, Ari,â you say daringly, âDonât treat me like a child.â
His eyes darken, âIs that really how you want to play this?â
You tip your chin up, and only when Ari shifts and you skim his figure, do you notice it. Heâs hard. You bite down on your cheek to hide a smirk, but the fact only eggs you on.Â
âYep,â you reply with a shrug, âI mean, I donât see you doing anything about it, soââ
âGet on the fucking bed,â he demands deeply, crossing the room in two strides and shoving you back to the mattress when you donât immediately comply, âWatch me do something about it, you fucking daredevil.â
You want to laugh, but you canât, because Ariâs tearing his own shirt from your body and spreading your legs forcefully, only to slot himself between them. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down only enough to take himself out. You reach up to touch him, wanting him close, but he pins both of your arms above your head in only one of his hands.Â
âAri,â you moan, shoving your hips up and begging for him.Â
âQuiet,â he orders, âYouâre gonna listen to me, for once. I donât want to hear you unless youâre begging for me, do you understand?â
âYes,â you say immediately.Â
He looks down at your spread legs and spits on your pussy, listening to you cry out for more at the feeling.
âAddress me the right way.â
âYes, daddy, I understand,â you say weakly.Â
âGood, now shut the fuck up,â he mutters.Â
You mewl when he rubs his cock up and down through your folds, soaking his tip in your wetness and his spit. You fight against his grip, wanting to reach down and put him in yourself, but heâs too strong.Â
âDaddy, please,â you beg.Â
He laughs cruelly, âThat smart mouth of yours changes up pretty damn fast every time you see my dick, huh, baby?â
You canât help it. You know heâs right; you canât keep up with him when it comes to the attitude and the sex. Anytime his hands touch your body, you melt. Youâre incapable of doing anything except exactly what he says â especially when heâs so close to fucking you.Â
âPlease, please,â you continue to beg, unable to think of anything other than him finally pushing himself inside.Â
âHmm, I donât know. Feels good like this for me. Might just cum like this and leave you. Sounds like a good punishment to me.â
You shake your head quickly, letting out little moans of protest as you stare up at him. He can see how needy you are, youâre sure, but you donât care. Youâve never been so turned on, so desperate. He could ask you to do anything at this moment and youâd do it if it meant he slips in.Â
âDaddy, Iâm sorry, Iâmâ please.â
He grins and continues his ruthless pursuit of his dick rubbing against your clit, sliding through your folds. You shove your hips up in a lame attempt to get him to catch, but he doesnât. Ariâs always in control, and if you could comprehend anything right now, youâd remember that.Â
âYouâre going to be sorry after Iâm through with you, princess,â he grunts.Â
You groan when he reaches down with his free hand and guides himself into you, listening as you cry out. Your moan is loud and he revels in it, not caring one bit if anyone else in the house can hear â because heâs sure they can.Â
He stops once his tip is buried inside of you, and when he feels you clench around him, he tosses his head back.Â
âMore,â you order, demand, beg, âMore, more, moreââ
âOh, youâre such a slut,â he snickers.Â
You whine at his words and clench harder, eliciting a loud groan from the back of his throat. He leans down and starts to kiss along your jawline, still keeping your hands pinned above your head.Â
âI am, I am,â you agree mindlessly, âPlease, daddy, more.â
Ari, prone to teasing, decides to give you exactly what youâre asking for. You scream loudly when he shoves himself all the way inside, not giving you even a second to accommodate him before heâs fucking in and out.Â
He wallows in your screams, moans, and your inability to even form one simple word. He gives it to you like youâre nothing to him; not the woman he loves, cherishes and protects. And you fucking love it.Â
Ari spills filth into your ear as he fucks you, and little do you exactly what his plan is with you.Â
âMy sweet, disobedient fucking girl,â he growls, âSo fucking sexy. So slutty. Did you disobey your daddy just so heâd fuck you like this? Huh?â
You canât form words. Youâre dizzy, lightheaded, and when Ari sees your eyes roll back, he pushes you even harder. His free hand skims over your hip, closer to where he knows you need it.Â
âDaâdaâoh, fââ
âShh,â Ari coaxes you, finally allowing his thumb to strum over your clit and reveling in the way your body convulses, âShut up, baby. Just take it. Donât you dare cum.â
He watches as his words snap at something inside of you, and your wide eyes find his. Immediately, you start to shake your head, but he stops you by rubbing his thumb over your clit once more.Â
âThatâs it,â he grins, âGood fucking girl. Look whoâs finally listening to me? Holding it in so well, baby. Daddy knows it hurts, but hold it in for me.â
You babble nonsense as you nod, promising to listen, promising not to cum until he tells you that you can. Ari takes one more look at your blissed out face, your rolled eyes, and your lips that continuously part and press together as you let out little whimpers before trying to speak. Heâs so close, he just wants to push you a little bit more.Â
He buries his face into your neck and bites your skin, immediately soothing the area with his tongue. You whine and buck your hips up, but he stops you with his free hand.Â
âOh, fuck, Daddyâs gonna cum, baby,â he tells you, âIâm gonna cum so deep in you. Youâre going to let me cum first since youâve been bad, understand?â
You nod. And nod. And nod. He smirks victoriously and sits back up, wanting to see every inch of your face.Â
âCum,â you whimper, begging him, âPâplâDaddy.â
âUh-huh,â Ari smiles at you mockingly, then licks his lips. This is it. Time to push.
He looks down at his free hand, still keeping his ravenous thrusts into your pussy, before he licks the tips of his fingers, looking directly at you, and slapping your clit. You scream as your body convulses, and he physically has to hold you in place to keep himself inside.Â
âDaddy!â you wail, feeling tears sting your eyes at the amazing levels of pleasure and pain heâs delivering.Â
âThe next fucking time, princess,â he growls, âThe next time I have to put you in your goddamn place, you wonât cum for a month. You listen to me when I tell you something, do you understand me?â
âYes, yes, yes,â you babble, and despite your answer, Ari slaps your clit once more, eliciting an even louder scream, âOh, fuck!â
âThatâs right,â Ari grunts when you clench, and his hips falter as he canât hold himself back anymore, finishing inside you, âThatâs fucking right. Cumming so fucking deep in you, those pills wonât even work. You want me to get you pregnant, baby?â
He snickers when you donât respond, you canât, because youâre so sensitive, so desperate to cum. You writhe in the pain and the pleasure, staring at Ari with the most desperate expression as you silently plead for him to let you cum.Â
Instead, however, Ari gives you a soft kiss on the lips, then extracts his hands and his cock from you. He watches as your haze begins to clear and you realize what heâs doing.Â
âNo,â you cry weakly, still spread nicely for him, âNo, daddy, I didnât get to cum, please, waitââ
âHush,â Ari demands, âYou donât listen, you donât get to cum. I wonât be back for a while, but if I get a good report from the men downstairs, Iâll finish you off tonight. If I find out that you touched yourself, well, I think you know exactly what will happen to you.â
Your mind is still too foggy, and you need to cum so badly, that when Ari disappears into the closet, you start to cry. Heâs left you, and you fear heâs never coming back. You need him more than you need anything, anyone, and heâs gone.Â
He emerges a few minutes later in a suit with half the top buttons undone, exposing his sexy, hairy chest that you love so much.Â
âDaddy,â you babble, âIâll be good, I promise.â
He walks over to the bed and adjusts the sleeves of his jacket, then gives you a small smile. Wordlessly, Ari helps you back under the comforter, wrapping it around your naked body.Â
âI know you will, baby,â he whispers.Â
When he leans down to kiss your forehead, youâre already plotting ways to get him to touch you. To make you cum.Â
âPlease,â you whisper desperately.Â
Ari just laughs, then shoves his hand under the blanket. You feel his skin on yours as he travels down your body, and with a simple touch, he rubs his index finger over your soaking wet pussy. You shudder and try to keep him there, but he pulls away too fast.Â
His hand emerges from the bed and he brings his finger up to his mouth, where he sucks your juices off of his skin with a teasing smirk.Â
âSo fucking sweet,â he mumbles, âGet some rest. Donât forget, no touching.â
He gives you a sickening wave, then grabs his phone off the nightstand and walks out of the bedroom. Your brain is mush, your legs squeeze together, and youâre already wondering if Ari would notice if you got yourself off â so much so that you donât even hear the click of the lock on the door at all.Â
     Youâre not sure if you fall into a daze or into sleep, but when your head finally clears and you stir, you realize that youâre naked on Ariâs side of the bed. Slowly, the entire day comes back to you. You groan at the intense ache between your legs, just begging to be taken care of.Â
But Ari told you not to. And you canât disobey him again.Â
With a deep breath and all the self control you can muster, you rise from the bed and walk over to the dresser, where you first open your underwear drawer. The thought of putting panties on sounds like torture, so you opt for a pair of Ariâs boxers. Then, you grab one of his plain black tee shirts and tuck it over your head, residing to making some coffee and getting fresh air outside.Â
You toss your hair up as you walk over to the door, and when you twist the knob, nothing happens. The door doesnât open, and your first instinct tells you that itâs stuck. You swear under your breath, then yank on it again. Nothing. It isnât until you crouch down and see the lock sitting neatly between the door and the frame, that you yell.Â
âWhat the fuck!â you shout, banging on the door loudly, âAri! Open the fucking door!âÂ
You hear nothing but silence on the other end, so you continue to slam your fist into the wood. Youâre sure Ari isnât even here, but you know someone is, and you want out. Now.Â
You hurry over to the nightstand and look for your phone, which is gone. You toss your head back as you try to remember where else you may have left it, but you know in your heart that Ari took it with him.
âMaâam.â
You stop when you hear the voice outside the door, then cross your arms over your chest like a teenager â aware that nobody can see you. Quickly, you walk back over to the door and lean against the frame.
âWho is that?â you ask.Â
âMy name is Patrick, I work for yourâ um, Mr. Levinson.â
His unsure nature reminds you of Mateo in a way, and even though you want to be angry, you know it isnât this manâs fault that youâre in here.Â
âWell, Patrick, can you open the fucking door?â you snap.Â
âUm, no, maâam. I apologize, but Iâm under strict instruction to leave it locked until I bring you a meal. Mr. Levinson told me to bring it up at two oâclock. Are you hungry now?âÂ
âYes,â you blurt, even though youâre not, âLook, if you just open it for one secondââ
âI really canât,â he stops you, sounding regretful, âMr. Levinson told me that penne alla vodka is your favorite. Iâm Italian, and I can whip up a mean pasta dish. Would you like garlic bread, too?â
You can hear it in his voice, the way he desperately wants to please you in hopes of pleasing Ari. So, you take a deep breath and change your tune. You work your magic the way you worked your magic on Vick, Mateo, Javier, and Ari himself.Â
âItalian?â you purr, âWow. Iâm sure youâre so handsome. Honestly, Iâd love for you to cook for me. Itâs been such a long time since a man has cooked me dinner.â
A lie, but you donât care. If flirting with Ariâs men will get you out of this goddamn room, youâll do it.Â
âIt would be an honor.â
Bingo. The way his voice quivers tells you everything you need to know.Â
âListen, Patrick, I wonât tell Ari. I just want to watch you work your magic in the kitchen. Iâll be good, I promise.â
Your mind wanders to Javier at this moment, wondering where he is. If heâs in the house; if heâs also locked in. Youâre sure that if Ari locked you in, he definitely locked Javi in, too.Â
âMaâam, I would love to, but there are cameras. Mr. Levinson can see everything from his phone.â
Fuck.Â
You know you canât get Patrick to cave now. You sigh and toss your head back against the wall, then exhale.Â
âFine,â you mutter, âCan I at least have my phone to call Ari?â
âHe told me he wasnât taking calls,â Patrick informs you, sounding regretful, âEven from you. He told me to tell you to, um⌠remember the lesson he taught you before he left.â
Itâs Ariâs way of telling you to listen. You roll your eyes and shake your head, then smack the door before walking away from it. You assume Patrick leaves, because he doesnât say another word, and neither do you.Â
You make yourself comfortable on Ariâs bed and stare at the black screen on the TV, refusing to turn it on. You donât want to relax. You want to be seething when Ari comes back for what heâs done. How he left you needy and desperate, then locked you in your bedroom like a child.Â
     Patrick brings up your pasta and garlic bread about an hour and a half later. You hear the lock twist and you perk up, but when you see the man you donât recognize, you just sigh.Â
âPardon me, maâam, I just brought up your meal,â he says quietly, not looking at you for more than a second at a time, âWhere would you like it?â
âDownstairs,â you reply, âWhereâs Javier?â
Patrick looks to the floor, âHeâs in the guest room.â
âLocked in, too?â
âYes, maâam.â
You laugh sarcastically. Patrick places the tray at the end of the bed and, when he catches you staring at the open door, he nods once, then ducks his head and leaves again. The lock clicks immediately behind him, and youâre trapped once more.Â
     The sun sets, and the bedroom grows dark. You turn on Ariâs bedside lamp and pick at the pasta Patrick brought up. Admittedly, it was delicious. The man certainly knows how to cook. And the fact that Ari knew your favorite type of pasta and even went so far as to inform him of such a detail would normally make you swoon. However, given your circumstances, you donât feel too keen on giving Ari brownie points.Â
Soon after you shove the tray back to the end of the bed, the lock clicks again. You donât get your hopes up this time, which is why a thrill shoots through you at the sight of Ari. His tie is loosely hanging around his neck and his top three buttons are undone, but you push past how that makes you feel.
When he sees you, he remains expressionless. You stare at him, pressed against the headboard with your arms crossed, not willing to speak first.Â
Silently, Ari reaches into his pocket and tosses you your phone. It lands on the mattress, but you donât reach for it. You just stare â openly, intensely.Â
He sighs, âI had to.â
âNo you didnât!â you exclaim, âAri, I actually cannot believe youâd do something like this to me.â
âYou donât listen,â he explains as he removes his tie, âLook, Y/N, Iâm not trying to be some fucking tyrant asshole. I have rules for you because they will keep you safe. If you break the rules just to mess with me and something happens to you, Iâd never forgive myself. You need to learn that itâs not always fun and games with us. The attitudeâs cute, but in my line of work, it could get you killed.â
You scoff, âWell, you donât have to treat me like a fucking child, Ari. You couldâve told me that.â
âI did!â he shouts, âSo many goddamn times.â
You know heâs probably right, but you donât want to cave. You want him to grovel and slide a hand between your legs andâ
Youâre frustrated, you realize. You want him so bad, despite the entire day of torture. He watches as you squirm on the mattress and begins to unbutton the rest of his shirt, but doesnât speak again.Â
âFine. Iâll listen better,â you shrug, âBut do not lock me in here again. How did you even come up with that?â
He swallows, âNick says Iâm too soft on you.â
âOh, nice, Ari. You left me without an orgasm and then locked me in our bedroom alone all day because of something one of your boys said to you?â
He smirks as he toes off his shoes, then removes his dress shirt. The jacket and shirt get tossed lazily onto the dresser, and when he looks back at you, shirtless, muscular, and just the tiniest bit angry, you feel the slick run down your thighs again.
âYou a little frustrated, baby?â he teases you, stepping closer, âYou want me to make it better?â
âFuck off,â you mumble, although, inside, youâre preening for him.Â
âOh, now, thatâs not very nice,â he grins and steps over to the bed, pulling the comforter back and exposing your bare legs. He swallows when he sees you dressed in his boxers and tee shirt, âYouâre certainly a sight.â
âI am,â you say confidently.Â
Ari laughs and leans down to kiss you, but youâre not done being petty. You turn your head away from him, listening to the low growl that escapes him. You try, and fail, not to let that impact you in any way.Â
âIâm gonna go take a shower,â he tells you, âWhile Iâm gone, you might wanna find my good girl and let her know that daddyâs ready to play.â
You canât help but look up at him as he says these words to you. He smirks when he sees how wide your eyes are, how much you secretly want him. He kisses the tip of your nose, then releases you and steps into the bathroom. He doesnât bother closing the door, and you listen as he turns the water on in the shower.Â
He wants you to follow him. He wants you to come to him, on your own, and beg. You know this. Youâve given yourself the pep talk all day. Donât give in. But, when you see him drop his boxers into the floor of the bathroom, you canât help yourself. He shifts just enough that you can see his hard cock before he steps into the shower, and thatâs all it takes.Â
You pull his shirt over your head and drop it on top of his clothes, then remove the boxers of his youâre wearing and add them to the pile.Â
Ari doesnât even seem surprised when you slip into the shower. He doesnât react when he feels your hands on his back. He has one hand on the tiles of the shower and the other is lazily stroking his cock, which makes your mouth water.Â
He turns slowly, his hair wet and his eyes hazy. He examines your body from head to toe, stopping for an extra beat and observing how swollen and desperate your clit appears.Â
âIâm sorry, daddy,â you whisper, âIâll be good. Iâll listen, I promise. I just donât want you to treat me like he did, you know?â
Ariâs shoulders drop. He stares at you for what feels like forever before he steps closer, then cups your cheek in his free hand.Â
âBaby, thatâs not at all what I was trying to do.â
âI know,â you nod, âYou just want to keep me safe. I get it.â
âYouâre my only family,â he practically whispers, allowing a new vulnerability to be seen in his eyes, âThe reason I have for coming home at night. If I didnât have you anymoreâŚâ
He trails off, and his hand falls from around himself. You reach down and take over, listening to the way his breath hitches at the sensation.Â
âI love you, Ari,â you say, âI will always be here, waiting on you to come home. Even when you act like a fucking asshole.â
He grins, âThatâs my girl.â
He leans down and kisses you, not at all surprised when you let him take control immediately. He backs you up against the tiles and deepens the kiss while the steam fills up the shower, only adding to the heat you feel at this moment.Â
You claw at his back, desperate for him to do something, anything, to dull the ache between your legs that heâs responsible for.Â
âI know, I know,â he murmurs against your lips, as if he can read your mind, âHold still, princess. Daddyâs gotta eat before he takes you back to bed. Iâm gonna make it up to you over and over and over again.â
You whimper as his hand comes down and cups your thigh, pulling your leg around his waist.Â
âOh,â you slip out before you can stop it, melting in his arms.Â
âMhm. You can be as loud as you want. Just let me enjoy my meal, okay?â
You nod helplessly as Ari pins you against the wall, holding you up as he kneels, tossing your legs over his shoulders like itâs nothing.Â
âOkay, daddy,â you whimper, knowing youâre absolutely in for it for the rest of the night.Â
You canât walk the next day, but itâs completely and totally worth it.
a/n: thank you for indulging my slutty side. this idea just came to me and i had to write it. we'll be back on plot with the next part (maybe) lol. i hope you liked it! comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!
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DBF!Ari Levinson + beach day
alice you're gonna kill me lmao
pairing: DBF!Ari x f!reader (any race)
wc: 1.5k
beta'd by @late-to-the-party-81 <3 <3 <3
sneak peek: âYou see something you like, princess?â You nod, practically in a trance. Ari steps toward you, tilting his head down to whisper into your ear. âThen take it.â
warnings: age gap, fluffly flirting, dbf, edging/orgasm delay/denial, oral (m receiving), smut (p in v), pet names [daddy, princess, baby]
my masterlist | 1.5k sleepover
The sand is warm beneath your toes as you settle onto your towel, letting the sun soak into your skin. Itâs early enough in the season that the beach isnât incredibly busy, so you just had to take advantage.Â
As you close your eyes and let the summer heat warm you, you feel fingers brushing against your arm. Calloused but gentle, the fingers draw up your arm, tickling your neck, and find their way to cup your jaw.
âPrincess,â Ari practically groans, shifting to block the sun from your face. âYouâre killing me.â You grin, keeping your eyes closed.Â
âAnd whatâre you gonna do about it?â You taunt, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth in the way you know drives Ari crazy. â Daddy .â You draw the word out and peek an eye open just in time to see Ariâs pupils blow wide.Â
Ari shifts closer, sidling himself right next to you. Your mouth waters as his broad chest brushes against your shoulder, as his hand slides from your face and down your neck. His fingers trace over the edge of your swimsuit. Youâd chosen it specifically to tease him, knowing itâs too small to fully cover your breasts.
You hum lightly in pleasure as Ari runs his strong hands over your body, and for a moment, you worry about the possibility of someone seeing you. The beach isnât too busy today, but the possibility of someone walking past and seeing the way Ari is touching you, the way youâre reacting to his touch, makes you shiver. Â
âYou think you can tease me and not have any consequences for that?â Ari asks, dipping his head to kiss the sensitive spot on your neck.Â
You shrug, keeping up your air of indifference. âYouâre gonna pay for that, princess. But not right now. Right now, I want to enjoy the weather with my gorgeous girlâ Suddenly, Ariâs arms sweep under you, and he swiftly picks you up. You giggle into Ariâs chest, holding onto him as he carries you toward the water.Â
Ari walks into the surf until the crystal blue waters come up to his waist. He settles into it, letting you adjust to the temperature and as you do, you wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers play with the ends of his hair.
âIâm glad you got the day off,â you tell him as he shifts your position, wrapping your legs around his hips.
âMe too, princess. Your dad might be getting a little suspicious, though.â You sigh at the mention of your father. Ari and your dad have worked together for years now. You hadnât meant to fall for your dadâs friend, but you donât regret it one bit. One day, youâll tell your dad, but you donât want to think about it right now.
âWeâll tell him soon,â you say, pressing a kiss to Ariâs firm chest. âBut letâs just be here. Letâs just enjoy today.â Ari gazes down with you, blue eyes shining like the water, and smiles.
You and Ari swim around, talking and laughing, carefree in a way the two of you often arenât able to experience. Once your fingers get pruney and the sun starts to set, Ari picks you up and carries you back onto the beach.Â
After gathering your things, you and Ari wander back to the hotel. Heâd surprised you by booking it for the weekend and you were so grateful because it means no sneaking around, no hiding; just an entire weekend of you and Ari.
When youâre back in the hotel room, you bask in the chill of the air conditioning before wandering into the bathroom and turning on the shower. You slip out of your bathing suit, leaving it on the counter, and step under the spray.
You start your routine using your favorite shampoo to rinse the salt from your hair. As you engross yourself in the routine, you hear the bathroom door click open. Ari wanders in through the steam, leaning against the counter. You watch as he picks up your bikini bottoms and twirls them around his finger.Â
âThis bikini is gonna be the death of me, princess,â he says, voice low and gravelly. âYou looked so sexy in it.â You smile to yourself as you rinse the shampoo from your hair. Ari slides the shower door open and steps under the water with you.
âAri,â you whisper, drinking in the sight of his gorgeous body. Your eyes drift down his muscular chest, his abs, his adonis belt. When your eyes land on his hard cock, you go weak in the knees.
âYou see something you like, princess?â You nod, practically in a trance. Ari steps toward you, tilting his head down to whisper into your ear. âThen take it.â You sink down to your knees, letting your eyes flick up to Ariâs face. He grins and cups your face with his big hands as you lick a drop of precum from his tip. He tastes salty and sweet, and you bite back a moan.
Before Ari, youâd never really enjoyed giving head, but Ari changes everything. How reactive he is, how much pleasure he gives you as you pleasure him. Itâs amazing. You take him into your mouth, sucking him as deeply as you can, and Ariâs hands shift to your head. He doesnât push, just guides you as your mouth moves over his dick.
âSo good, baby,â he tells you through gritted teeth. âSo fucking good.â You glow under his praise and squeeze your thighs together. Pleasure shoots through you and builds in your belly. You lose yourself as you take Ari deeper and deeper, loving his taste on your tongue.Â
Ari suddenly pulls away, and you watch him for his next move. He helps you stand and pins you to the cool tiles. He lets his eyes travel over your body, and you feel heat settle in your belly.
âSee something you like?â You ask, tossing his words back at him.
âI do,â he replies, running his hands up your torso to your breasts. He runs his fingers over your nipples, toying with them. âAnd Iâm gonna take it.âÂ
Ari dives in and kisses you, stealing your breath away. Your knees wobble beneath you, and he picks you up, wrapping your legs around him. Your pussy grinds against his cock, and you moan into his mouth. You wiggle your hips, aching for him to fuck you, to drive himself deep inside of you.
âPlease, Ari, please,â you whisper, building your pleasure higher and higher as you grind against him.Â
âTell me what you want, princess,â he says, sucking a mark into your neck.Â
âAri, I want you to fuck me, please,â you beg, picking up the pace of your hips. Your orgasm builds and builds. âI need it so bad, Ari.â
âYeah?â he asks, gently biting your shoulder. âYou want me to fuck you?â You nod, already a whimpering mess in his arms.
Ari snakes a hand between you and finds your clit with his fingers. He rubs circles in the way he knows you love, and it nearly sends you over the edge. The moment youâre about to come apart, he stops. He holds your hips still, and you groan as the orgasm fades.
âAri,â you whine, trying to writhe against him, but he holds you still.
âHm, princess, you shouldnât have talked back to me earlier,â he says, running his thumb back over your clit. You jolt, sensitivity setting in.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Ari,â you tell him, hoping heâll take mercy on you.
âActions have consequences, baby.â He grinds his hips against yours, resuming his ministrations on your clit.
Ari works you up to orgasm after orgasm before ripping each of them away, not letting you come, over and over again. He shuts off the water and carries you to the bed, not caring that both of you are still dripping wet. You shake in his arms, a puddle in his hands. When heâs finally decided that youâve had enough, you have tears pricking your eyes.
âYou did so good for me, princess,â he whispers, kissing you gently. âSo good.â Ari shifts your hips and lines his cock up.
âPlease, Ari, please, I need you so bad.â Ari kisses you and finally presses inside of your aching pussy, making you see stars. He stretches you so much it almost hurts, but he soothes the pain with his lips on your cheek.Â
His pace is gentle but deep, hitting the spot inside you that makes your body shake. He worships your body, wringing pleasure from you. He whispers words of praise to you, making your body sing.
âYouâre so fucking perfect, baby,â he tells you as an orgasm builds deep inside you. âMy perfect princess.âÂ
When you come, your whole body tightens, and your vision blacks out. Ari fucks you through it, kissing you senseless. With a few more flexes of his hips, he follows you over the edge and sinks to the bed beside you. As you come down from the high, Ari pulls you into his side, holding you close and pressing kisses to your temple.
In moments like this, your love of Ari seems to flow from you. In every touch, in every whispered word.
âI love you, princess,â he whispers into your hair.
âI love you too, Ari.â
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Favor. | Part 7 - Finale
Summary: Ari Levinson was an ego embodied in a man. Yep, he's an asshole. Y/N knows it yet she still married him. How? She doesn't know. And now, she doesn't know how to get him to sign the divorce papers.
A/N: Hey! This is the final chapter! Yay! Took me long enough but, I hope you like it <3 Thanks for the support!
Meanwhile, as she, Max, and Jake approached the reception area, the sight of Ethan standing casually in the middle of the lobby froze them in place. The tension of the past hours lingered in the air, making his unexpected appearance all the more jarring.
Ethan glanced around the dimly lit space, surveying the remnants of chaos they had just escaped. With a slight smirk, he raised an eyebrow and, with his usual dry humor, remarked, âNice hotel.â
Max exchanged a look with Jake, both clearly taken aback. She couldnât help but feel a surge of irritation and relief mix together, wondering what Ethanâs presence would mean now. The calmness in his voice felt almost mocking compared to the whirlwind they had just been through.
She took a breath, stepping forward. âEthan,â she greeted him, unsure whether to feel annoyed or grateful at his impeccable timing. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âI wanted to see the hotel,â Ethan replied with a casual shrug.
âYeah, right,â Y/N rolled her eyes, irritation flaring. âAfter that, all you care about is the hotel? Donât start shit.â
âLanguage, young lady,â Ethan retorted, his tone sharp. âWhy donât we wait for your husband outside?â
As they moved outside, Y/N sank onto a bench, lighting a cigarette. Max snatched it from her hands. âHey!â
âYou donât smoke.â
âYou donât know that,â she shot back, reclaiming the cigarette. âJust one!â
Jake quickly extinguished it, sending her a stern look as they waited for the car. Y/N crossed her arms in frustration, unable to shake the tension in her chest.
When the truck finally appeared, her heart raced at the sight of Ari behind the wheel, a bittersweet relief washing over her. She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to lash out at him and Sammy. Ari parked the truck and stepped out, his gaze immediately drawn to Y/N, who was checking on Sammy. She offered him a slight smile, one that felt like a balm to Ari's frayed nerves.
âEthan?â Sammy called out, breaking the moment.
Ethan turned, a weight in his expression. âThe soldier who was shot?â He sighed heavily.Â
âHe lost too much blood.â
Ari's heart sank as he searched Y/Nâs face. She avoided his gaze, focusing on the ground beside Rachel. Rachel shot him a look that conveyed reassurance, and Ari nodded in response as they made their way to his room.
He burst through the door, the weight of the world pressing down on him as he stripped off his polo, throwing it onto the floor in frustration. âHow did this happen?â
âThey mistook us for smugglers,â Ari spat, pacing the room, his back to Ethan.
âThis whole thingâs a mistake,â Ethan replied, his voice steady.
Ari spun around, his anger simmering just below the surface. âIt doesnât matter anymore,â Ethan said, waiting for Ari to respond.
âYou shutting us down?â Hurt laced Ariâs voice.
Ethan nodded solemnly, and Ariâs heart sank. He sat heavily on the bed, the reality crashing down on him. âYou canât, Ethan. This missionâs a success. Weâve got thousands of people out. We have thousands more lives coming this way.â
âWhat about your life?â Ethan shot back. âOr your wifeâs? Jakeâs? Rachelâs? Maxâs? Jesus! What about Sam? What about that, huh?â
Ari fell silent, the truth stinging. They had all agreed to this life, to risk everything for a greater purpose.
âThatâs why we have to stop now while itâs still a success,â Ethan pressed, his expression earnest. âI want you chaps home, safe and alive. Think about your life. Live that.â
With a heavy sigh, Ari hung his head, resting it on his hands as Ethan left the room. He found himself trapped between the lives they had built and the lives they had saved. He couldnât let them down. Not Y/N. Not anymore. Taking a deep breath, he began to clean himself up, the turmoil within him simmering as he searched for his wife.
He found her in the foyer, tending to Sammyâs bruises. Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither knew how to bridge the gap created by their recent turmoil. She cleared her throat, gently holding his injured knuckles in her hands as she began to clean the wound. âWhat happened here?â
Her voice was gentle, soothing like the tide. Ari watched her, captivated by her soft touches, the way she tucked her hair behind his ear. He felt a surge of warmth as she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his.
âShould we go home?â he asked, his heart racing.
Her eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of hope and fear flitting across her features. âWhat about them?â
He traced circles on her cheeks while she bandaged his hand, feeling the weight of their choices. âYou wanna know why every hero in the movie dies sometimes?â
âWhyâs that?â She asked, a tender peck on his hand punctuating her curiosity.
âBecause they donât know where to draw the line.â
âWeâre not the heroes here,â She reminded him, determination shining in her eyes. âBut you get to decide. Should we go home?â
Ari locked his gaze onto her, the intensity of his feelings unspoken but palpable. In that moment, everything shifted; he could feel her love weaving around them, a fragile thread tethering them together amid the chaos.
âYeah,â he murmured, his heart swelling with hope. âLetâs go home.â
She smiled and nodded. âWhereâs home?â
Ari shrugged, the memory of their house lingering in his mind. âWherever you are, thatâs my home,â he softly said, cupping her face in his hands. With slowness and gentleness, he leaned in, pressing his lips against her. The kiss was tender and cautious, as if he feared she would break if he were too rough. They pulled away breathless, foreheads touching as he drew circles on her thumb. âI wanna go home, honey.â
Ari took Sam and Max to Kabede, who was hiding. When they found him, he was shot and bleeding profusely. They informed him that the refugees were waiting by the river, and Ari's heart broke at the thought. Once they were done, they devised a plan for their last rescue and returned to the resort. Excitement and fear coursed through him as he opened the door, greeted by Abdel and her.
âColonel,â he said, brushing his hair back nervously. âTo what do we owe this pleasure?â
âI was just treating my men to some of Abu Azizâs famous cooking,â Abdel replied, glaring at him.
âGreat, letâs not keep him waiting,â Ari said, brushing past Abdel to take her hand. He halted abruptly when Abdel stopped them, ordering something to his men in Arabic.
âWhat was that?â She asked, concern creeping into her voice.
âI told them to check the back of your trucks,â Abdel replied coolly.
She and Ari exchanged a wary glance, feeling a chill run through the air. âWhat for?â Ari asked, anxiety tightening his chest.
âIt will please me,â Abdel replied, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips.
Jake and Rachel gathered behind them, watching as Abdelâs men searched the truck where Max and Sammy were hiding. She tried to mask her relief when they reported back, having found nothing.
âSo,â Abdel began, after his men confirmed they couldnât find anything, âdinner.â
Ariâs jaw clenched. âGreat,â he muttered, turning back to her.
He sat down while she took a seat beside Abdel as the food was served. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and her heart raced as she glanced around, spotting soldiers patrolling the area. She exchanged a knowing look with Rachel and signaled her to take down the other guard while she handled the one by the door. They both excused themselves.
Cautiously, she crept toward the soldier, her pulse pounding in her ears. As he opened the door, she acted swiftly, kicking the back of his knee and forcing him down. Her hands wrapped around his throat, muffling any cries for help that might escape his lips. She felt the resistance fade from his body as he struggled to breathe, and just as Kabede stood up, panic flashing in his eyes, he pleaded, âHeâs done. Please, stop.â
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what needed to be done. With a swift motion, she positioned the soldier behind the door, tying his hands and feet tightly, covering his face to silence him completely. Her breathing came in shaky bursts, the adrenaline surging through her veins, heightening her senses.
Once she left the room, her eyes met Rachel's. In that fleeting moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of what they had just done. Her expression mirrored hersâintense, yet filled with a spark of exhilaration mixed with fear.
When they returned to the table, she could feel Ariâs grip on her hand tighten, his anxiety palpable. She squeezed it gently, offering silent reassurance, trying to calm both him and herself. The room hummed with an unsettling energy as the reality of their situation pressed down upon her, and her could sense that every moment counted.
âIs there a difference between Handawa women and American women?â Abdel asked, glancing between her and Natfhia. âMr. Guy?â
Ari's grip on her hand intensified, his teeth clenching. âI donât know, I guess.â
âI bet there is,â Abdel shot back, his hand possessively resting on Natfhiaâs thigh. âHandawa women say yes to everything. Their parts were stitched to keep them tight. I bet youâll prefer Handawa over American women.â
âIâm content with my wife,â Ari replied, the veins in his temples popping with anger.
âNo,â Abdel shook his head, his grip tightening around her hand at the table. She instinctively tried to pull it back, but he held it firmly. âI bet your wife is not as tight as her.â
Anger coursed through Ariâs body. âDonât,â he mumbled, his gaze locked onto Abdel. She looked at him, trying to catch his attention, but he was lost in a storm of rage.
She felt a flicker of relief when Abdel finally released her hand. But his fingers quickly found their way to her thigh. âThis is not tight anymore,â he said, teasing Ari.
That was the final straw. Ari exploded, grabbing a table knife and pressing it against Abdelâs throat. âI said donât!â
Abdel was quicker, choking her from behind. Panic flashed in her eyes as she pleaded silently with Ari, but he was consumed by anger. She felt her breath quicken, fear clawing at her chest as the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against her temple.
âOr what?â Abdel laughed maniacally, pressing the gun deeper. âOr I blow your wifeâs brains out?â
âWhat were you planning to do with that knife, Mr. Thomas?â Abdel taunted.
This time, he looked at her. She gently shook her head, her heart racing. Ari took a deep breath before putting the knife down, the tension in the room hanging like a thick fog. But as soon as the blade clattered to the ground, a soldier behind him jabbed a gun into the back of his neck, forcing him to kneel on the floor.
Her mind raced, torn between the urge to strike back at Abdel and the instinct to calm the situation. Tears streamed down her face, fueled by anger and helplessness. Ari knelt there, his expression a mix of defiance and vulnerability. Abdel laughed again, a cruel sound that echoed in the air as he shoved her aside, rallying his men to leave.
As they departed, she rushed to Ari, kneeling in front of him. âWhat were you thinking?â she asked, her voice trembling with a blend of anger and concern. âAre you okay?â
âIâm okay,â he replied, meeting her gaze briefly before inspecting her body, his worry palpable. âAre you okay? Did he hurt you?â
She shook her head multiple times, a desperate attempt to reassure him. But in a moment of frustration, she smacked him across the face. âThat was really stupid!â
Ari didnât register her anger; all he could do was look at her , his eyes scanning for any sign of injury. The resort lights flickered off, plunging the area into darkness as they began clearing everyone out. Ariâs gaze turned intently to the road, waiting for the sound of approaching trucks, his mind racing with thoughts of how to keep her safe.
In that moment, the gravity of their situation pressed down on them, the weight of uncertainty heavy in the air. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, mixing with a deep-seated fear for what was yet to come.
âTheyâll be back,â Ari stated, his voice low, the weight of the moment heavy in his tone. He glanced around at the group, eyes lingering on her. âWith numbers.â
âYeah,â Max agreed, nodding grimly. âEspecially when they find out theyâre two guys down.â His gaze shifted to her and Rachel, a hint of disbelief mixing with the tension.
She took a deep breath, feeling the roomâs attention on her. Crossing her arms and legs, she hung her head down, not having the heart to meet Ariâs gaze. But she could feel itâburning into her, waiting for an explanation she wasn't ready to give. When she finally lifted her eyes, confusion flickered across his face, but there was something elseâa hint of amusement, or perhaps, reluctant admiration.
All of them circled around the two fallen soldiers. The weight of what she had done settled in the silence that followed. Shame gnawed at her insides as they looked at her and Rachel, silently acknowledging the magnitude of what had just happened.
Ari inhaled sharply, breaking the stillness. âBuy me a day,â he ordered, his voice steady and commanding. âMake sure theyâre taken care of... but completely invisible.â
She and the others raised their heads as Ari began to dish out instructions with precision. His gaze landed on Rachel and Jake. âDonât let the staff in here,â he commanded, his voice leaving no room for discussion.
Then, his attention shifted to Max and Sammy. âTake the truck. Get the rest of the group.â
Finally, his eyes locked on her, and the tension in the air thickened. âYou and I,â he said, voice softer but firm, âwill call Ethan.â
The ride to Ethan was suffocating in its silence. She stared out of the window, the city blurring past as she tried to think of the right words, the ones that would break the wall of tension between her and Ari. The guilt of what she had done weighed heavy on her chest. she bit her lip, struggling to form the words.
âI didnât mean to kill him,â she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. she really didnâtâbut she had no choice. The air in the car felt heavy with her confession.
âI know,â Ari said, his tone controlled but distant. His eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, knuckles white on the steering wheel.
she shifted in her seat, desperately needing him to hear her , to understand. âLook at me,â she pleaded softly, her voice almost breaking.
For a moment, Ari couldnât. He was trying so hard not to let the anger consume him. He inhaled deeply, keeping his gaze forward, but the tension was palpable. Slowly, reluctantly, he turned his eyes to meet hers. The anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but there was something elseâsomething softer, something that still tethered him to her .
She reached for his hand, gently squeezing it, her fingers trembling slightly. âIâm sorry,â she whispered, the sincerity in her voice breaking through the weight of the moment.
Ari took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging slightly, the tension loosening just enough for him to speak. âLetâs just go home,â he said, the words filled with exhaustion, but also, a fragile hope.
she bit her lip and nodded, feeling the weight of the situation. she meant to pull her hand back, but Ari was quicker, intertwining his fingers with hers and placing their joined hands on her lap. His face remained stoic, his gaze returning to the road as the silence stretched between them.
It wasnât long before they reached Waltonâs office. Once inside, Ari took the lead, doing all the talking. She watched as he pleaded with Ethan over the phone, his voice steady but urgent. Walton soon took the phone, speaking directly with Ethan. The conversation was tense, but by the end of it, there was a plan in place.
They both made their way back to the resort, where Max greeted her with a new problem.
âThereâs no way we can fit all of them in two trucks,â Max said, eyes scanning the crowd of refugees. His voice carried the frustration of the moment.
âShit,â she exhaled, looking around for any possible solution. her mind raced until she found one. Max and Ari both turned to see what she was eyeing.
âAre you serious?â Jake said, disbelief clear in his tone. âA Sudanese tour bus?â
Max let out an anxious laugh, shaking his head at the idea.
She was about to defend her choice, but Ari cut in before she could. âStart loading them up. I gotta grab something. Iâll be right back,â he said, running back toward the hotel without waiting for a response.
With little time to argue, she helped Jake and Max start loading the refugees onto the bus. It was a scramble to get everyone aboard, but eventually, they were all seated. Jake took a spot at the end, Max settled on the other side, while Rachel sat in the driverâs seat. She chose the front, Sammy sitting across from her .
Ari was the last one to board, sliding into the seat in front of her as Rachel started the engine and the bus lurched forward, heading for the airfield.
The drive was tense, the sound of the engine almost drowning out the anxious whispers among the refugees. But Rachel kept the bus moving, and soon, the airfield came into view. Max and Jake quickly hopped off and made their way to the control room, working to open the lights and keep an eye out for any approaching trucks.
She and Rachel began helping the refugees off the bus, guiding them carefully to the edge of the airstrip. Meanwhile, Ari and Sammy moved swiftly, laying out glow sticks on the tarmac to guide the incoming plane.
The scene was one of organized chaos, but there was an unspoken urgency that kept everyone moving. The air was thick with tension, but also with the fragile hope that this plan might just work.Â
The air was thick with tension, and the weight of every second pressed down on the team as they waited. Maxâs eyes darted between the empty road and the airfield, his hand clenched around the comms. The silence felt unbearable. He swallowed hard, finally breaking the stillness.
âWhen are they supposed to be here?â Maxâs voice cracked slightly, anxiety evident. He barely glanced at Ari, who stood nearby, cracking another glowstick with a sharp snap.
Ari took a slow, measured breath, eyes scanning the horizon. âI donât know, why?â The calm in his voice was forced, a paper-thin cover over the growing dread inside him.
Max hung his head in defeat. âWe have company.â His voice barely above a whisper, âNine kilometers away.â
The news hit them like a wave. A collective exhale left the team, the kind that comes when the fight-or-flight instinct kicks in, but thereâs no clear answer for which is the right choice. Rachelâs hand trembled as she took the comms, exchanging a look with Ari.
âShall we get them back to the trucks?â she asked, her voice steady, but her eyes betrayed her fear.
She knelt nearby, tending to a small boy, her hands gentle as she cleaned the bruise on his knee. Her head snapped up, determination flashing in her eyes. âNo, thereâs still time.â
Ari, his movements more frantic now, cracked the last of the glowsticks, the harsh light illuminating the airfield like fragile beacons. He moved quickly, almost desperately, sprinting back to the crew with Sammy on his heels.
Rachel was the first to speak, her voice laced with urgency. âWe should go back to the bus and get the fuck out of here.â
Her frustration flared as she stood, eyes blazing. âWhere the fuck will we go then? Back to that shitty hotel? Theyâll kill us there!â
Before Sammy could respond, Kabede raised his hand, his voice cutting through the chaos. âWait. Listen.â
Everyone froze. The air around them seemed to still, and in that moment, all eyes turned skyward. The distant rumble, faint at first, grew louder, the unmistakable sound of salvation approaching. The plane. The sight of it descending onto the tarmac sent a rush of adrenaline through her.
Without hesitation, she took charge, leading the refugees toward the plane as the cargo hold opened. Walton stepped out, his hand extended toward her, a mix of relief and exhaustion on his face.
âAbout fucking time, donât you think?â She muttered, shaking his hand briskly before shouting back to the others, âCome on, people, letâs go!â
It was chaos. She moved as fast as she could, ushering passengers inside, her mind racing. But then, the second pilotâs voice rang out, stopping her in her tracks.
âWait! This plane only holds 228 passengers. How many do you have?â
Her blood boiled at the absurdity of the question. âYou think I counted them?â she snapped, continuing to push refugees toward the plane.
The pilotâs voice, louder now, more panicked, cut through again. âWeâre not gonna fit.â
âWhat?â Her eyes darkened as the weight of his words settled in. He repeated himself, and something inside her snapped. She grabbed him by the collar, her voice low and dangerous. âThen you choose who fucking lives or dies, because I wonât fucking choose.â
Ariâs hands were on her, pulling her back, his touch gentle but firm, trying to steady her. The second pilot, pale and shaken, hesitated, but there was no time. Maxâs frantic voice called from the cargo. âThree kilometers!â
âBetter choose fast,â Ari said, his back to the pilot, his hands resting on her shoulders. She could feel his tension, the thin thread of control he held over his emotions.
The pilot looked at the crowd, helpless. She wasn't waiting for him to decide. Her eyes scanned the plane, the cargo hold, and suddenly, an idea sparked. âThen make some fucking room,â she growled, pushing past Ari. Without a second thought, she began tearing seats out of the plane, tossing them to the ground. The team followed her lead, hands working fast until everyone was inside, sitting on the floor, cramped but alive.
As the plane lifted off, she heard the crack of gunfire in the distance. The plane lurched, clipping a tree. She ducked, heart pounding, but the shots faded, and the plane soared higher. Safe. Finally, safe.
She glanced around, catching Rachelâs eye as she smiled, her gaze dropping to the little boyâAmariâsleeping peacefully in her lap. âIt suits you,â she whispered softly.
She smiled back, exhaustion and relief washing over her . âI know,â she replied quietly, brushing Amariâs hair back gently.
Max was nearby, making the children around him laugh, a small moment of lightness amidst the chaos. He caught her eye, nodding in acknowledgment. She returned the gesture, the silent camaraderie between them unspoken but understood.
Jakeâs voice was soft as he whispered goodnight, two kids nestled under his arms. She watched him for a moment before her gaze shifted to Kabede, his face peaceful as he slept, the tension of the night finally fading.
In the cockpit, Ari and Sammy shared a quiet moment of triumph, exchanging a glance that said more than words could. Ari turned to Walton, shaking his hand with sincere gratitude. âThank you,â he said earnestly, a rare, genuine smile breaking across his face.
Walton chuckled. âFeisty wife, huh?â
Ari laughed, nodding. âTell me about it.â
Back in the cargo, Ari sat beside her, his eyes soft as he gazed down at Amari. She felt his presence beside her , warm and steady. She leaned her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arm around his.
âIt suits you,â Ari murmured, his voice quiet, almost shy. âBeing a mom.â
âI know.â She smiled, the softness of the moment sinking in. âWe can still try.â
Ariâs eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his voice catching. âReally? Are you sure youâre ready?â
She nodded, the weight of the past days lifting slightly. âAbout damn time.â
Ari reached into his pocket, pulling out an envelope. He showed it to her, a question in his eyes. âWhat should I do with this?â
She barely glanced at the divorce papers. âBurn it.â
Ari laughed, a sound full of relief and love. He cupped her face in his hands, pressing his forehead to her , his voice a low whisper. âHave I ever told you how badass you are?â
âYes.â
âAnd how I love you for it?â
âYes,â she smiled, leaning into him.
âGood,â he whispered, pulling her close. âI want to make sure you know that every day.â
âThat Iâm a badass?â She chuckled.
âNo,â he answered. âThat I love you everyday.â
She gazed into Ari's eyes, and the sincerity there held her captive. Without hesitation, she pressed her lips to his, this time deeper, lingering longer, letting the emotion between them speak louder than words. Ari responded with a soft smile, a quiet defiance in his heartâdetermined to keep her , his love, at the top of everything, no matter what came next.
As he pulled away, his eyes wandered around the plane, taking in the sceneâthe refugees safe, the team settled, the quiet after the storm. A sense of pride welled up in him. This was what they had accomplished together, and it hit him all at once: the magnitude of the risks they took, the lives they saved, and the bond theyâd strengthened.
God, how did I get this lucky? he wondered, his heart swelling. He didn't know how, but one thing was certain nowâhe wasnât going to lose this. Not again. Not ever. And as she smiled, both of them knewâthis was more than just surviving. This was love, resilience, and the promise of a future theyâd fight for. Together.
>> Part 6<<
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