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Hi, i Hope to not disturb you, but I'm discovering new things about me with your blog, the problem is that I always feel guilty, and disgusted by myself even if i find It okay or attractive when other Person share It.
Any advice on how to deal with this senseless emotion? đ€Ą
Thanks to you in advance even if you don't answer, love your writing and your blog, big hug if you are comfortable with them <3
Hi!
Sorry I wasnât able to get to this sooner! This is gonna be a long one, so Iâm gonna put it under the cut. Letâs talk about one of my favourite topics: kinks & shame/guilt/disgust đ„°
So in my experience, over time your brain will get used to the ideas, and the disgust level will go down naturally - especially if you talk about it with other people who are into it, because that helps to normalize it.
But thatâs not an 100% fix, so letâs talk about some things you can do to actively manage the icky feelings.
First of all, guilt + shame + disgust are all feelings that are intended to protect us from doing bad things & being bad people. When you start doing or wanting to do something that youâve been told is âbadâ, itâs normal to feel bad! It makes a lot of sense, actually - itâs our brains trying to keep us on track with our values & maintain our relationships.
But, of course, what weâve been told is bad is generally not objectively bad, itâs heavily influenced by opinion, unprocessed emotion, politics and a whole bunch of other shit. So what we want to do is identify what weâve internalized, and whether that actually fits for us.
The single best thing you can do is to get curious & (gently & non-judgementally) question those thoughts.
So hereâs some questions to get you going & explanations to go with them:
Why is this kink âbadâ? Where is that idea coming from? Do you 100% agree with this? Why or why not?
Often, itâs something very black & white like âhurting people = badâ, but when we actually unpack it, thereâs a LOT of nuance to it. Like, what counts as hurting? Emotional? Physical? Is someone being hurt always a bad thing, or is it sometimes necessary in order for us to learn/hold boundaries/etc.? What if someone wants to be hurt? Is there any situations hurting someone might be okay in?
What do you feel like it says about you that youâre into it?
Generally, this comes down to something like âif I am into this, I am a bad personâ. So I would question again: whatâs a bad person? How do you know if someone is one? What is the exact criteria and cut off point for being âbadâ?
One particular point to mention here is that it is my very strong belief (guided by research + my job + personal experience) that thoughts, feelings, urges etc. are not âyouâ, and they are not bad. Where we get into âbadâ territory is in how you deal with them. I am a big supporter of identifying the core needs behind your thoughts & urges, and meeting them in healthy ways, like kink! Which leads us toâŠ
What are you getting out of this kink?
For instance, a lot of my kinks, both sub and dom, come from my need to be wanted, and exploring the extremes of that (what if someone wanted me so bad they would do anything to have me? What if someone wanted me so bad they would do anything I tell them?). Other common themes are control, exploration of insecurities, exploration of shame/taboo, and so on.
Do you want to be okay with this kink? If yes, what boundaries do you need in place to help you feel better about exploring it? If no, why not?
This one is important because you donât HAVE to be okay with a kink. You donât have to engage with it, even if your horny brain thinks itâs a good idea. If you donât want to engage with it, set out a plan outside of horny time for how you will hold that boundary. If you do want to engage with it, what parts are most uncomfortable? Do you need to engage with them in order to engage with this kink? Again, if you DO want to be okay with stuff, ease yourself into it. Go slow.
And most importantly: connection
Nothing helps more with shame than to talk about what youâre ashamed of with someone who you know will be kind, non-judgmental and can relate to you. Thatâs what kinky friends are for!
One final note:
If you are worried that you are a bad person, itâs extremely unlikely that you are. Bad people donât sit around worrying that they are bad.
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see, i thought this was the case as well until my therapist contested it. because while getting over that initial task initiation procrastination barrier is helpful and actually doing the scary thing does make me feel a little better sometimesâŠthereâs always going to be more tasks. it isnât healthy to be living in a constant reactive state where youâre always putting out fires as tasks come up. you need to be proactive. itâs your mindset about the tasks that is going to determine how you feel about them. it isnât the problems that are the Problem, itâs how you approach and deal with them.
how my therapist explained it is that you need a robust toolbox of various coping mechanisms that will make it easier and less stressful for you to deal with issues on the day to day. because things are always going to come up, but if you have enough supports in placeâtherapy, medication, friends and family, exercise, healthy sleep, nutritious diet, time spent in nature, meditation, mindfulness, adaptability, self-confidence, etc.âthen the tasks wonât seem so big and scary because youâll have the tools and faith in yourself to handle them.
you can stop stressing at any time, actually. you can achieve inner peace in any situation. you can be the serene eye within the storm instead of getting swept up in it. iâm not saying itâs easy, it takes a lot of time and practice to even remember to look at the bigger pictureâto see that things usually arenât as big of a deal as you think, or that things will be okay if you just breathe and stop holding on to that fear and anxiety so tightly. but it gets easier. sometimes you just need to take a step back, and tackle things one step at a time.
TL;DR: If every task is stressing you out, maybe itâs not just the tasks, maybe you need more coping skills to support your general state of being
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*Rage post may delete later*
just went and saw a meta about Jiang Cheng being underappreciated for getting Wei Wuxian out of the Xuanwu cave and stuff and I was scrolling through the comments being like "awwwww" "yeah that's right" 'damn straight" "yeeeheeahhhh" and then I just saw this FUCKING COMMENT being like "eeerrrmmmm that still doesn't excuse what he did to wwx he's such a nasty ass human being omg" and idk why but it just flipped some sort of mental rage switch in me and HRRRRRNGH like the little smile was WIPED OFF MY FACE and my intestines crackled from the sudden rise in blood pressure and like jc antis can you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE chill and leave us the fuck alone
I don't want to die young from health complications
my entire dash was full of jc metas and ofc discourse and this fucking comment just pushed me over the edge
jc antis PLEASE PLEASE leave the stans ALONE and go drink some orange juice or something please do something productive you've got better things to do that shitting on jc and the people that choose to like him
even if he's straight up evil (he isn't) that's not your fucking problem isn't it people can stan literal villains in other fandoms and nobody cares so why do you guys have to be such control freaks
I don't see the xue yang antis and Jin Guanyao antis behave in this rabid ass sort of way just CALM DOWN and stop trying to make us argue with you on whether Jiang Cheng beats Jin Ling on a daily basis or if he puts emo teenagers in wood chippers or something
what even is the purpose of all the shit you get up to? Is it going to make Jiang Cheng hear you through the fourth wall? Is he going to drop to his knees and apologize to Wei Wuxian? NO! Is it going to make us stans see the "errors of our ways" and go hate on Jiang Cheng with you? NO! Is it going to summon Wei Wuxian so he can host a fan meetup and give you a hug and his autograph and his eternal friendship? NO!!! Is it going to drive Wei Wuxian to put Jiang Cheng in a wood chipper? NO!!! Is it going to make Jiang Cheng become real so y'all can put him in a wood chipper? N O !!!!!!!!!!!
Listen. Just like how we can never convince you to stan Jiang Cheng, you can never convince us to do whatever is your endgame. So I suggest you go to your own little corner of the fandom, stop bothering us, let us be "delulu" in peace, and get a fucking life.
phew!
Now I feel much better! Thanks for coming to my Ted talk and don't forget to tune in next time! bye bye!
#mdzs#jiang cheng#canon jiang cheng#mo dao zu shi#Jiang Cheng antis need to chill#shut up#be quiet#cease and desist#rage posting#leave us be#let us stan in peace#I'm begging you#and you can come at me all you like but I will just ignore you#haha#whew#that's a lot of words#but basically#that's what I have to say#about the jc hate situation#byeee!
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Sunday Sentences 4/7/2024
hello hello hello friends and thank you so much for all the tags already today from so many people I'll put under the cut
Even though I've been suffering from major bi-weewoo-confirmed brainrot, (a related wip has been started) I've managed to squeeze out a little more of the taynick coachella fic.
Nick follows Taylor into his bedroom and looks around. The walls are covered with photos of him smiling with his friends and family. He has a framed photo of his younger self on his nightstand â he canât be more than seven or eight years old â and thereâs already some clothes spread out on the bed. âWhatâs all this?â Nick asks as he gestures to the bed. âHonestly? I didnât think weâd find anything at your place so I pulled out a couple options before I came over.â âThanks for the bode of confidence, you little fucker.âÂ
tags from: @duchessdepolignaca03 @wordsofhoneydew @onthewaytosomewhere @sunnysideprince @nocoastposts @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @getmehighonmagic @magicandarchery @littlemisskittentoes @thinkof-england @captainjunglegym @firenati0n
some no pressure tags: @sparklepocalypse @anincompletelist @eusuntgratie @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @cha-melodius @heysweetheart-writes @affectionatelyrs @happiness-of-the-pursuit @lostcol @onward--upward @sheepywritesfics @groversimhadri @taste-thewaste @cactusdragon517 @inexplicablymine @dreamsinthewitchouse @doublecheekeddiaz @fivequartersoftheorange @oxfordslutphase
#whew doggy that's a lot of tags#gotta go through and read all of your lovely words nowwww#six sentence sunday#taynick#taynick coachella fic#jon writes now?
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bravely did my writing for today ... time to eat five million bowls of butter chicken :3
#some days ........ whew. some days writing is like: well! i typed for an hour!#i cannot tell if it is good or what but i sure can tell you that it's words!#god knows how many drafts i am from the 'end' but i am a hell of a lot closer than i was two drafts ago lol !#hidey talks fic#beiran ep15 coda fic#though maybe i could learn from this experience and start with a 3k fic the next time i pick up a new fandom ...#something about writing in english for a show im watching in chinese is DEVASATINGLY difficult ahahahaha
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When you have a hot second, can you give us the birthday kink updated list? Like what's done, in progress, etc.?
The last few have been đ„”đ„”đ„”đ„”
Sure! - Wait, what's done?!
... đź
39 gifts are what's done so far. O_O I'm trying to think if there's a relatively easy way to list all of them...
Ahem, what's LEFT from the original list I posted a while back are: Kyros x AFAB reader dom!Ace x cisfem!reader Marco/Law x cisfem!reader Kaku x cisfem!reader Hongo x afab!reader Sasaki x cisfem!reader Law x cisfem!reader Heat x blank reader type Izou x blank reader type Heat x afab!reader Rosinante x cisfem!reader Sub!Eustass x Dom!cisfem!reader Sabo x nb!reader X Drake x cisfem!reader Doffy x afab!reader Akainu x afab!reader (whew this will be a challenge)
Added to that are: SuperSubbySanji x F!Reader (I might have to trash this, idk that I have the actual ability to write this as requested, but I mean to try) Softdom!Beckman x blank reader type Ace x Law x cisfem!reader Rayleigh x cisfem!reader Rayleigh x Shanks x cisfem!reader [Spoiler threesoms] x blank reader type Dom!Buggy x cisfem!reader
So that's what there is to look forward too.
For what's written:
I have it as a "book" on Wattpad just because it's so painfully easy to toss it up there.
Everything - I've triple checked - is tagged with "birthday request event" here on tumblr so you can follow that tag and read them.
I honestly might be doing these into September (Which is fine by me) I'm taking care not to burn myself out on them, and still work on my multi-chapters too. (plus work, D&D, etc.)
I'd list out all the combos.. but T-T that's a lot of typing. so have some referential screen shots of the chapter list off of Wattpad XD
#whew!#quin answers#birthday request event#i've written... a LOT for that birthday event. like a LOT a LOT.#there's 46k words in my working doc.
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Changed my icon because HOW COULD I NOT!? HULLO!?
#hey google how can you reflect just how happy and excited and lovey you are in mere words when your feelings surpass words?#BE HOO BOY I AM HHHHHHH HE WHEW IS IT WARM IM WARM AND A LOT OF THINGS#rolling around in my bed all giddy~~~#CESAR LOOK WHAT YOUVE REDUCED ME TOO!!
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my boyfriend got some new aftershave that smells like sandalwood so heâs basically bmb tomura now~
#it is v good#it is v sexy#i am v tired#HAHAHAHA#we did yard work all day today and it was WHEW a lot#my bum is going to be very sore tomorrow#not looking forward to it tbh#anyway!!!! halloween mikey is coming soon c;#heâs like 7k words right now HA HA HA#so#thereâs that#iâm gonna try n cut it down a lil but yeah!! rly happy with it so far despite its size!!!#i hope everyone had a good sunday!#clari chatters
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Robert Redford as Jay Gatsby was really good at expressing different sides of the character. Sometimes Gatsby seems really mature and distant; other times he seems really adoring and earnest, yet still mature; other times he seems completely starry-eyed and naive. A lot of this comes from the script and visuals but still, I think Redford is a big part of it. By the end of the movie, Gatsby really seemed like a dreaming teenage boy in a man's body
Special nod to the way Redford delivers "Loved me...too?" during the argument at the hotel. It was palpable just how pitifully incapable Gatsby was of imagining Daisy in a way that wasn't absolutely perfect
#undertone of this post is that Robert Redford is gorgeous in this movie#but also I just watched it for the first time#and this is my first time engaging with The Great Gatsby!!#I'm a Movie Watcher i'm a Book Reader but i havent seen or read any The Great Gatsby before now#so obviously a lot of the feelings i'm having about Gatsby here are on account of the story itself#but I really do feel like Redford's performance was immersive#He's got the face for it. the . the prettiest face#ggggGHHGGG GATSBY WAS SO CLOSE TO BEING SANE about the situation but then he WASNT#When he meets Daisy's daughter. it felt like he was having Real-Boy Guilt#but maybe it was the same disconnect he has at the hotel#where he encounters something that doesn't align with his fantasy and he freezes because he doesn't know how to process it#The scenes of him 1) standing outside Buchanan's house at night 2) visiting Nick on his porch the next morning#WHEW. he was Not Sane#those two scenes HIT he just felt really . so Not With It#less so than in the later conversation with Nick in the house...#but maybe that's just because he doesnt directly mention standing outside Daisy's window all night HFSKG#anyway. Movie!#the great gatsby 1974#the great gatsby (1974)#jay gatsby#oh no a hot guy with mental health issues. how much of my mind is he going to occupy#my words#the great gatsby
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unhinged moron behavior (affectionate)
#i didn't even have to bribe myself with the purchase of a banjolele to accomplish this like 2021. i just did it because i am a masochist!!!#a lot of these words are not good but the scene i was writing when i hit 50k? whew. that scene is good. no notes#i skipped ahead specifically so i could hit 50k while writing that scene#m.txt#nanowrimo
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From the ask game :
7. three words from your native language that you like the most?
May I add and why? (Loving how they sound is a perfectly acceptable answer)
Three different words came to my mind and they are definitely among my faves from my native language. Please keep in mind theyâre not useful though đ
1. Nietoperz (a bat) - aside from the fact I tend to be, well, batshit crazy about bats, this word actually comes from old Slavic for ânight flyerâ. I totally understand it why for example French or German include the word âmouseâ in their words for âbatâ, but I do find ânight flyerâ both more badass and cuter, if that makes sense
2. KombinowaÄ (to think of solution/to make your way through something/ to come up with a smart solution) - translations are a veeery big stretch here âcause there is no exact or precise word in other language, really. This word can also mean that you come up with a solution that is smart but not always safe or fair đ
3. DziabÄ
g (it can mean any small/weird/unidentified creature, I use it synonymously as âlittle devilâ and for example Iâve called my cat like this on multiple occasions)
#ask game#thank you for asking!#whew that was a lot and iâm not even too much into languages#when it comes to kombinowaÄ:#the only close-ish translations I can think of are the spanish âsabersela buscarâ or the norwegian âmikse og trikseâ#never heard anyone actually using those as these are more of translations you find in dictionary#also! thereâs this word we obviously borrowed from german and we use it for small objects which we donât really know the name for#itâs like âthingyâ/âthat thing over thereâ/âsomethingâ#and iâm not joking this word is âwichajsterâ#i am sorry for the atrocious spelling but we have slavified a german phrase into a word
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I think that when you go looking for answers and try to be objective about everything, you can end up going kind of crazy bc most things donât make sense. And most people donât. Not everything is connected or means more than what it seems. Things arenât as orchestrated as they seem. People are what they seem to be. Most people are just as unaware of their own intentions and actions as we feel we sometimes are. Because we never do the things we do for the reasons we think we are doing them for. Even when we are so sure, we are to some extent, oblivious to our own motivations. Maybe we are exactly what we think we are not. But who knows right? As dumb as it sounds to state something so obvious, thatâs been hard for me to grasp I think
See Iâm not even sure what Iâm trying to get at here
Like is this the kind of mess you end up in when you donât live intentionally?
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Iâve started *gags, chokes* writingâŠ.againâŠ.*spits out blood, gasps and gurgles as I fall to the ground*
#AUGUUGHDHDHDHDG HHHHGNBDHBGHB#it feels like pulling teeth ngl#Iâve had this fic idea in my head for over a year now and I only ever poked at it#never really like. got deep into it#just wrote the fun stuff#but I didnât have a timeline or even a true PLOT it was just kind of my brainchild#so tonight I buckled down and wrote out the timeline. like 90% of it at least#I cleaned up my old document and took out the bits that didnât work#reordered it into something resembling chronological#and YES it hurts but it also feels AMAZING#because. okay. I have a complicated relationship with writing#I used to love it. a lot. it was my favorite pastime#but then I started hating my writing voice because it was (is) *weird*#I like to write horror and I have a writing voice somewhat similar to Douglas Adams#and when I was younger I tried really hard to change my writing voice because again. I hated it. I thought it was weird and silly#and trying to write in a voice that wasnât mine made me HATE writing#so I literally put down fic for 10yrs and didnât write a damn word#until January of 2023 when I finally started poking away at this document#I only have 25 pages and itâs not connected or fluid and thereâs some things that donât quite make sense#but I have my timeline now! and I know where all the pieces go#I know how to get from point A to B to C#and. WHEW. it feels GREAT.#again it was like pulling teeth but also so fucking awesome#Iâm nervous but excited. excited but nervous#and I hope â with enough time and polishing â I will feel confident enough to publish it :â)#Zillaâs things
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Tags: jjk men as dads, tooth-rotting fluff, comfort drabbles
Synopsis: How the JJK men treat you while pregnant (spoiler warning- they dote on you.)
An: This is my formal apology for writing Nanami angst on the âBabyâs first wordsâ post đ it will never happen again (can we stop with the death threats now?)
SATORU âą SUGURU âą TOJI âą SUKUNA âą NANAMI
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SATORU
Oh, your loving husband is all over you while youâre pregnant. He genuinely has such a cute fascination with all the changes your body is going through. He seriously thinks youâre so strong for carrying his heir.
He loves rubbing your bump. In fact, he will always be touching it in some form or fashion while you two are together. When heâs away on missions, he has you send him pictures and updates on your pregnancy as if anything major has changed in a couple of days.
You best believe he is ready to indulge you on your every craving, no matter how strange. Itâs three a.m and youâre crying because you need that specific brand of chicken wings and a can of whip cream? Heâs heading to the store immediately to fetch whatever you tell him to.
He genuinely worries about being a good dad. Many nights he lays his head on your bump and talks to you about how teaching didnât come naturally to him. He wasnât born knowing how to meet people where theyâre at. He use to expect people to be able to meet him on his level. He worries that he may inadvertently put a lot of pressure on his kid, and thatâs the last thing he wants due to how he was raised. He just wants his kid to be a kid.
Heâs the best, most loving and compassionate dad to your baby, more than you could ever hope for. Even if teaching didnât come to him naturally, being a father did.
SUGURU
Heâs such a âsit down and let me do it for youâ while youâre pregnant. He cooks, cleans, works, and tends to you completely throughout your pregnancy.
Suguru gets hyper fixated on your health during pregnancy. He only feeds you the yummiest and healthiest foods while youâre pregnant. He encourages for you to sit on the yoga ball and do (very) light exercises. He just wants the best for you and his baby.
Whenever I said he tends to you, I genuinely mean he tends to you. Heâll gently brush your hair at night time, rub your back when your belly is becoming heavy to carry around, serve your breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed, carries around emesis bags and breath mints for if you get morning sickness while you two are out.
This man is the king of enforcing your boundaries to people when they donât listen. That really annoying family member that insists on being there for the birth even though youâve already explained to them that you want this to be an experience for just you and Geto? Yeah, heâs made it very clear to them that they will not be at the birth if they want to be in your kidâs life.
He is absolutely not afraid to hurt feelings if it means his wife and future child are safe and cared for. He really donât give a fuck who anyone else is. You and his child are first priority.
TOJI
Toji is definitely the type to express his love and devotion for you in other ways than the most conventional methods.
He is so incredibly gentle while youâre pregnant. He doesnât rile you up as much or play fight with you anymore. He constantly reminds himself that youâre carrying another life inside you and that you have enough on your plate.
This man⊠whew does he love seeing you pregnant. Tojiâs the type of man to feel so feral when he looks at you heavily pregnant with his kid.
He adores your body. Heâll rub lotion all over you and oils to help your skin accommodate to the stretch of carrying a kid. He massages your body and absolutely worships it while heâs rubbing the lotion and oil on you.
Your breasts are sore? Heâll gently massage them until they feel better. Your back hurts? Heâd be the type to lift your bump up and take the weight off you for as long as you ask him to so you can feel relaxed for a few minutes.
And look this is probably TMI but like, if you got a clogged milk duct due to breastfeeding, Toji would unfortunately be the type of man to fix that issue with his mouth. iâm sorry but he would.
Final thing is, you better believe that he doesnât allow anyone to get too close to you. He is so unbelievably protective over you while youâre pregnant. If he could, heâd lock you up at home to prevent anyone from getting close to you.
SUKUNA
On the outside, he acts very nonchalant and unbothered by your pregnancy. On the inside, he is constantly plagued by the thought that your body may not be able to carry his heir. The thought of losing you or his child haunts him.
He will secretly observe and take notes on your body and how it is changing. If he catches you expressing any sort of short windedness, he will immediately send you off to bed rest. Though, youâre usually able to convince him to take you off of it by the next day.
The only servant he trusts to tend to you is Uraume. No one else in his court is allowed to be anywhere near you unless he gives specific instructions. Still, he hates leaving you in the care of Uraume. He trusts them, but he wants to be the one to take care of you.
He loves holding your body close to him at night. All four arms are wrapped around you and holding you closely. Since he doesnât need much sleep, he will stay awake rubbing on your tummy all night long. One time, he felt the baby moving in your stomach while you were asleep. He was so intrigued that he woke you up and told you to âmake them do it againâ.
Now, he will randomly approach you at any given time while youâre heavily pregnant and hold his hand out so he can feel his baby moving around inside of you. It soothes his worry.
During birth, Sukuna was a complete mess. The amount of blood lost during birth fucking terrified him. He was panicking and yelling at anyone to do something to save you, even while everyone was assuring him that youâre okay and this was natural.
After 9 long excruciating months of extreme worry and constant fear, he finally feels peace when heâs cradling a newborn in his arm and a sleeping wife in the other arm. All of his hard work to protect you paid off he thinks.
NANAMI
Oh, to be pregnant by the king of domestic love himself.
Nanami is the type of man to immediately start working on a nursery for you as soon as you reveal to him that youâre pregnant. He immediately changes the guest bedroom into a nursery that you design for your little baby.
He reads up on all the parenting books and articles. Heâs constantly compiling things to either do or to not do during pregnancy and even while raising a kid.
Like Geto, he tends to your every need. He is a total house husband all while working 40 hours a week. When heâs at work, he is constantly calling and texting you to make sure that youâre okay and taking care of yourself, but letâs be fr he literally did everything for you before he even left for work (meal prepped for you, set out your clothes for you, put out all your self care items in case you want to bathe).
When you express concerns of your body getting bigger to him, he does everything in his power to show you that he loves and respects your body for creating life. He literally cherishes and worships your body for hours if you let him.
Like Toji, Nanami is protective over you. He constantly has an arm around you if you two are in public, and he watches everyone who dares to get close to you like a hawk. If he gets a bad vibe about anyone, heâs immediately stepping in front of you and taking over the conversation.
Nanami is the best partner to have during birth. His reading of articles during your pregnancy really paid off. He is supportive without being overbearing. He listens to your needs and tends to you without question. Constant praise and encouragement while youâre giving birth. The moment he gets to snuggle with you and the baby is the moment he realizes that he cultivated the life of his dreams. He has the family he always wanted.
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The question got a raucous laugh from the barista, and remembering well what he'd ordered last time he started on repeating that order again. "Oh, no, I have done some very stupid shit since the last time we talked. Absolutely, I've been a dumbass. But hey, ya learn from that sorta stuff, right? And alla the folks I hurt, I've had the good fortune to make amends with them. I'll never forget what I did, but I think it's alright now."
His cafe had made some changes as well. There were new items on the menu and new blends, things that he'd been experimenting with and perfecting. And since it was getting around the season, he was putting out the pumpkin donuts and coffee (though the coffee wasn't actually on the menu, a secret item for certain sweet-tooth customers), and there were even more posters and art pieces on the walls. The music of the district had settled considerably as well. The Composer and Producer both had been going to therapy, and though it had largely sacrificed their relationship, they were both in a much better place now.
Hands worked as seamlessly as before, and if he hadn't said it outright it might have been difficult to tell anything had changed with him at all. Aside from the anxiety that no longer weighed heavy on his shoulders, he seemed just the same as any other counterpart of himself. Careless and happy, full of life and light in his element here in the shop. And excited for a visitor he hadn't seen in such a long time.
"And that is to say, I'm working hard to make sure I don't make the mistakes I did in the past. I hurt a lotta people in part because of my own trauma and insecurities. I'm actively working on myself now, trying to learn how to work with the things I struggle with. I won't go into too much detail since it concerns from friends'a mine, too, but ya know. I apologized and I did what I could to fix the damage I had caused. They've forgiven me now, and I don't want to forget it or the actions leading to my growth, but I'm trying not to talk about it too much to respect the privacy of the other parties. You understand."
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pairing: sugar daddy!ari levinson x sugar baby!female reader
summary: your sugar daddy takes you on an autumn-themed date to the apple orchard, and what starts off as a fun and flirty day unfolds into a meaningful turning point in your relationship.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, piv sex, outdoor sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, biting, brief cockwarming, exhibitionism, light bdsm, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, very light degradation, lots of teasing, pet names (darling, honey), aftercare, happy ending, so much fluff
word count: 14.5k
a/n: whew i've been working on this for like two weeks now, and i'm so happy to finally be able to post it!!! i was struggling a bit with the emotional throughline of this fic, and i only decided on it very late in the editing game so if some things don't make sense, just ignore it!!! if you can believe it, i originally just wanted to write about a quickie in the apple orchard and it turned into this đ«Ł anyway, i hope y'all enjoy!!!
âKiss.â
The warm, playful voice of your sugar daddy, Ari Levinson, met your ears as you lowered yourself into the passenger seat of his Lexus, greeting you in the way he always did. When you closed the car door behind you, the sounds of the Manhattan street were silenced, leaving you in the relative quiet with Ari.
Eagerly, you twisted on the sumptuous seat of the expensive car to lean over the center console, brushing a teasing kiss to Ariâs scruffy cheek, your lips grazing the edge of his full beard. His skin was warm and inviting, and you lingered for a moment, breathing in the the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne, smelling of vetiver and leather.Â
When you pulled back, Ariâs blue eyes were glittering with a hint of mischief that made your heart thump with excitement, a warmth blooming in your core despite the cool air of the carâs air conditioning brushing your legs. It was a warm September day, the last remnants of summer clinging in the air as if it protested giving up its seat to autumn.Â
The thought crossed your mind that if any man looked like the embodiment of summer, it was Ari Levinson. His skin was golden with a perpetual tan, and his brown hair had sun-kissed blond highlights that shimmered in the daylight, though they were dimmed a bit in the shadow of his car.Â
Still, as he grinned at you, showing off his pearly whites framed by his dark beard, you couldnât help but feel like the summer sun had taken a liking to you and sat beside you. When he looked at you like that, with that smile and those blue eyes shining like the sun off the ocean waves, you wondered what it would be like to have his attention all the timeâto be more than just the sugar baby he took on occasional dates when he wanted to have fun.
Pushing those bothersome romantic notions aside, you raked your eyes down Ariâs form, noticing that heâd dressed down for your date. He wore a soft denim, long-sleeved button-up over a simple white t-shirt and tailored slacks. Casual loafers and sunglasses perched on top of his head completed the look. Even in such a simple outfit, he looked good.Â
âShow me.âÂ
His voice was a deep rumble that pulsed between your thighs, and you flicked your gaze back up to his face, finding heat in his expression, the same mischievousness in his eyes thatâd been there since you got in the car. The corner of Ariâs mouth was curved in a smirk, and you felt another throb of warmth in your core.
Your lips curled at the edges, a wicked smile curving your mouth as the energy in the car crackled around you, spurring your heart to beat a little faster. You knew exactly what Ari wanted you to show him, and you knew it was naughtyâbut that was part of why you liked spending time with your sugar daddy.Â
Ari was always urging you to be a little daring, to do something that made your heart race and your breath come a little faster. He didnât push you, so much as guide you down the path to depravity, and you followed him willingly. You never felt more alive than when you were with Ari.
So while you smiled at him, you spread your legs on the leather seat of his Lexus, the short skirt of your dress falling between your parting thighs. Ariâs smirk deepened with satisfaction as he watched your movements with rapt attention. Your fingers toyed with the edge of your dress, the fabric having ridden up quite high on your thighs.Â
But before you could reveal what was beneath your skirt, you looked away from Ari, and it crashed over you that you sat in a car in the middle of a busy Manhattan street surrounded by other people. There were folks driving in their cars just outside your window and others walking by on the sidewalk beside where Ari was parked. There were even people filling up the buildings that overlooked the street. They were everywhere around you.
âDarling, look at me,â Ari murmured, his tone entreating enough to call your attention back to him.Â
You noticed his sparkling eyes had lost some of their mischief when you looked back at him. But the steadiness of his gaze had you relaxing when you hadnât even realized youâd tensed up, and the corners of your mouth flickered in an uncertain smile.
âDo you trust me?â Ari asked simply. His face was open, no hint of pressure in his tone or voice.Â
For a brief moment, you considered his question, then you nodded your head. You watched as warmth flooded into his gaze, and it made you feel a little more sure.Â
âLift your skirt for me, darling,â he implored, his eyes dropping to where your thighs were still spread, the flimsy fabric of your dress barely hiding your core. âShow daddy what you have under your pretty little skirt.â
You gathered every ounce of braveness in your body and pulled up the hem of your skirt. There, nestled between your spread thighs, was your bare pussy. The air in the car seemed to heat by a few degrees when you heard Ari suck in a sharp breath.
It had been Ariâs idea for you to go without panties on your date, and youâd agreed, the idea sending excited thrills through your body. Walking through the halls and the lobby of the Manhattan high-rise you called home, youâd felt like you had a secret that only Ari knew, and it gave you a delicious kind of satisfaction showing your sugar daddy how youâd gone without panties, your pussy fully exposed beneath your dress.
âYou have such a pretty cunt, darling,â Ari groaned, his hand sliding up your thigh until the tips of his fingers teased the top of your slit.Â
You bit back a gasp and squirmed in your seat, trying to hold your hips back from thrusting into his touch.Â
âI never get tired of seeing this pussy, and how wet she gets for me.âÂ
His fingers spread your lower lips and he brushed ever so gently over the tip of your clit, making you twitch in your seat, your legs shaking with the effort it took not to close them on his hand and trap him against your heated core.
âAnd the way your thighs tremble for me,â Ari rumbled, pulling away from your quickly dampening slit to grope roughly at your plush softness, his grip possessive in a way your sugar daddy rarely was.Â
âAri.â His name was a breathy exhale, an undercurrent of admonishment in your tone as his touches stoked the blazing fire in your core, making you squirm even more on the seat. A sliver of worry wormed into your mind as you remembered the leather you sat on, which would surely stain if he kept touching you, and you gasped, âThe seat.â
Ari only chuckled, the sound cavalier in a way that made butterflies take flight in your belly, but before you could chide him again, his hand was slipping back between your thighs. Ari dragged a finger from the bottom of your slit all the way to the top, flicking your clit and wringing a moan from your lips as your thighs trembled on the seat.
Then he was pulling his hand away, leaving you to drop your skirt to cover yourself, and popping his finger into his mouth. Your sugar daddy made a show of savoring the taste of you, and your head fell back against the headrest. You watched him suck your taste from his skin, your breaths heavy in your chest while Ariâs eyes sparkled with mischief.Â
âMm, sweet as apple pie,â he praised, making heat rush to your face while you shook your head and rolled your eyesâeven as your chest warmed at the compliment. Ari was grinning shamelessly at you when he grabbed your face gently and pulled you gently across the car toward him. âCâmere, darling, see how sweet you taste,â he murmured against your lips before kissing you.
The musky flavor of your body made you moan into Ariâs mouth, your sugar daddy devouring every little noise you made while he kissed you thoroughly. You sank into him, reveling in the smooth glide of his lips and the possessive exploration of his tongue. Your fingers curled around the collar of his denim shirt and you clung to him, feeling the edge of something more in the way he kissed you. It left you breathless when you finally pulled away.
You fell back into your seat with a soft âoomph,â the breath rushing from your lungs when you looked into Ariâs eyes. His blue gaze was softer than youâd ever seen it, and there was something in depths of his eyes that you couldnât quite placeâaffection or fondness maybe.Â
A small, uncertain smile curled your lips, your heart thumping in your chest as you wondered if thatâs how Ari looked at someone he truly cared about. Someone special to him, who had a more permanent place in his life than the sugar baby he called when he wanted to have some no-strings-attached fun.Â
For the briefest of moments, you could pretend Ari was more than your sugar daddy, and you were more than his sugar baby.Â
But then the moment ended, and Ari cleared his throat as he looked away, focusing on the wheel and gear shift of his car to put it in drive. A silent sigh of disappointment gusted from you, and you turned toward the passenger side window, intent on watching the city fly by once Ari eased into traffic.
To your surprise, Ariâs hand slipped into one of yours, his palm pressing against yours while he laced your fingers together. Your breath hitched with uncertainty even as the corners of your mouth flickered in a smile. It took you a moment to get used to the feeling of his hand in yours, turning it over to trace the veins on the back gently while he maneuvered his Lexus through the Manhattan streets.
It had only been a few months since youâd started seeing Ari, and while his touches were often greedy when you were fooling around, he hadnât been prone to physical displays of affection since the first few dates you went on with him. Back then, heâd reached for your hand a few times, but after a point heâd stopped.
Truthfully, it had been a relief. One of your greatest fears was falling for a sugar daddy who didnât return your feelings, and considering how handsome Ari was, youâd known it was a serious risk getting into a relationship with him. But heâd been so charming and carefree, you didnât think it would be a problem to keep your heart out of things. He didnât seem like he was looking for anything serious anyway.
So youâd focused on having fun, and that had been easy. Ari took you to expensive restaurants with delicious food in New York City, or heâd fly you somewhere else if he was itching to get away for a little bit. During meals, youâd chat about trivial things, then fall into bed together as soon as you were back in whatever hotel room Ari had booked for the night.Â
You didnât quite know why your conversations didnât go deeper than the shallow things you talked about, but you didnât question it. It made everything so much easier if you didnât truly know Ariâif he didnât know you either. So you just stuck to safe topics, like planning dates and having sex.Â
Your relationship with Ari was a nice change of pace for you. He was far from your first sugar daddy, and youâd learned some hard lessons in your past relationships. Too often, sugar daddies wanted to know things you werenât comfortable sharing, but Ari had never pried. Heâd set boundaries and didnât push them. You were grateful for that.
But another part of you, a part that started off small and was growing with every date you went on with Ari, yearned to know more about your sugar daddy. You wanted to know what he liked to do when he wasnât working or taking you on dates. You wanted to know if he had any family, if he celebrated the holidays with them. You wanted to know if heâd ever had his heart broken.Â
Tamping down on those curious thoughts, you focused on the presentâthe music that was playing gently in the car, and the scenery passing by your window. The skyscrapers and high-rises of Manhattan had given way to the tightly-packed homes of the suburbs.Â
Biting your tongue against all the questions you wanted to ask, not even sure how youâd begin to try to get to know your sugar daddy betterâlet alone whether it was a good ideaâyou sat in silence with Ari. The suburbs eventually gave way to the lush forests and hilly countryside of the Hudson Valley, giving you something prettier to look at.
It was too early in September for the leaves to be changing yet, but there were glimpses of golden yellows and warm oranges among the green foliage. A hint of what was to come. Autumn was inevitable and you found comfort in the changing seasons.Â
Cozy weather was right around the corner, and you couldnât wait for it. Hot apple cider and pumpkin pie, butterscotch cookies and mulled wineâyou were a glutton for all the food and beverages associated with the autumn months. And you liked to make them yourself from scratch whenever possible.Â
It was part of the reason youâd wanted Ari to take you apple picking, though he didnât know that. Heâd just accepted the request and planned the date.Â
After a little while more of driving, Ari pulled off the paved road and onto a dirt track. There was a sign for Brothersâ Apple Orchard fixed to a worn, wooden fence, though dense trees hid the farm from view.Â
A little ways down the dirt road, the trees opened up into a large parking lot that was already packed with families and groups of friends going apple picking on the warm September afternoon. The sight and sounds of all the people had nerves twisting in your stomach, and you wondered if it had been a smart idea to go without panties to a place that was meant for wholesome fun.
Youâd long since learned that Ari had an exhibitionist streak, and that day wasnât the first time heâd told you to show up to one of your dates without panties. Youâd always enjoyed the excitement in the inherent risk of wearing a dress without anything underneath, but heâd never taken you somewhere with so many families before. The consequences of getting caught seemed so much worse than they ever had before.
Ari mustâve felt your fingers tense in his because he gave you a comforting squeeze as he pulled his Lexus into an empty space and put the car in park. Once done, he looked to you, his smile faltering when he took in the way your brows were pinched and the corners of your mouth were turned down in an uncertain frown.
âDo you trust me, darling?â Ari asked, cupping your face and leaning across the carâs console to press his forehead to yours. His thumb stroked gently over your cheek, matching the sweeping of his other thumb against the back of your hand.Â
You were quiet for a moment, nibbling on your lower lip as you thought about his questionâreally thought about it.
It weighed on you a little that you didnât know Ari very well, especially since a part of you desperately wanted to, but that didnât mean you didnât know his character. Ari had never pushed you to do something you didnât want to do, and he always checked in with you when you were together, making sure you were comfortable and having fun. So while you didnât know his favorite color, you did trust him.Â
Exhaling slowly, you nodded, your forehead shifting against Ariâs. âI trust you, Ari,â you said, your voice little more than a whisper, like you were telling him a secret in the privacy afforded by the enclosed space of his car.Â
To your surprise, Ari sighed in relief at your words, the exhale so short and quiet, you wondered if youâd heard correctly. But you didnât have time to analyze it because Ari was pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then pulling back to open his door and step out into the September sunshine.
You watched as Ari rounded the front of the Lexus, a charming grin on his face as he winked at you over the hood of his car. It was only because you were alone that you allowed yourself a silly little giggle, your mouth spreading across your face in a wide smile. He opened your door and offered you a hand to help you out.
âCareful, darling, wouldnât want to give anyone a free show,â Ari murmured teasingly while you slid your hand into his, feeling the roughness of his palm against the pads of your fingertips.Â
A zing of thrill went straight to your core at his words, joining the sparks you felt when you touched him. The fingers of your other hand played with the hem of your dress as you stepped one foot out of the car. You darted a look around, finding you had some relative privacy between Ariâs Lexus and the next car over, and pretended to rearrange your skirt.Â
In reality, you flashed your bare slit for your sugar daddy, biting your lip and ducking your head when you heard his sharp inhale. Ari made a low, tortured sound and squeezed your fingers, practically pulling you out of the car before pinning you against the side.
âNaughty girl,â Ari growled in your ear, pressing his big body against yours so you were trapped between his hard muscles and the warm metal of the Lexus at your back. âYouâre going to get us in trouble if you keep flashing that pretty pussy at me, darling.âÂ
A breathless, disbelieving laugh gusted past your lips before you could stop it, even as your head went a little fuzzy from the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne filling your senses. It felt like the vetiver and leather on his skin was embedded in your mind as a reminder of all the pleasure heâd given you, and with his body pressed against yours, it took you a moment to respond.
âYouâre the one who told me not to wear panties to our apple picking date, daddy,â you reminded him, gripping the soft cotton of Ariâs t-shirt beneath his denim shirt, your fingers brushing against the sides of his tapered waist. You pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, brushing your body against his firm form enticingly while your lips grazed along his scruffy cheek. âMaybe you shouldnât have done that if you didnât want me to show you my achy, needy cunt.â
A low growl rumbled in Ariâs chest and he pressed you harder against the side of his car, his body impossibly warm and hard through the thin fabric of your dress. You could feel every firm line of him against your soft curves, including the thick bulge digging into your stomach.Â
Then, as if that wasnât bad enough, Ariâs hands skimmed down your sides and dove beneath the hem of your skirt, palming your ass and kneading your soft flesh with firm, possessive fingers.
âDarling, if you keep saying such filthy things, youâre gonna end up in the back of my car with my cock buried in your achy, needy cunt,â he purred, a threat in his tone that he punctuated by nipping at your ear, making you gasp and arch into him, pressing your tits against his solid chest. âYouâre gonna get us banned from the orchard because you wonât be able to stop screaming while I pound your pussyâis that what you want?â
It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes.Â
In the short time since youâd stepped out of the car, Ari had you feeling wet and aching and empty. Warmth flooded your body that had nothing to do with the sun shining brightly above your heads, and you wanted badly for Ari to free his cock from his slacks and slide it inside you.
But then the shrieking laughter of children punctured the bubble of lust surrounding you, and you remembered exactly where you were. Shaking your head, you dropped your gaze to the edge of Ariâs jaw while you sucked in a deep breath, focusing on the fresh air beyond the scent of your sugar daddyâs cologne.Â
Ariâs big body eased back, giving you more room to breathe and you ignored the pang of disappointment at the loss of him. Instead, you let the crisp autumn breeze brushing against your cheeks and dancing between your thighs cool you down.Â
After giving you a moment, Ari curled a finger beneath your chin and tipped your face up to look at him. His brows were lowered and his eyes looked at you questioningly.
âDo you still want to go apple picking?â he asked softly, planting his other hand on the hood of his car, as if he needed to force himself not to touch you so you could answer his question. The thought made you smile, and his eyes dropped to your lips, his thumb brushing quickly over the bottom one.Â
âI do,â you said in a light, breathless voice, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. On a whim, you nipped at Ariâs thumb, giving him a smirk when his eyes darkened. âIf you think you can keep it in your pants until later, daddy,â you taunted him, pushing your hips forward so his bulge pressed into your belly.
âYouâre such fucking trouble,â Ari growled before his mouth captured yours in a searing kiss. One of his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into him while the other cradled your head gently, holding you exactly where he wanted you while he devoured your mouth, his tongue sweeping possessively past your lips until you were moaning softly into him.
A loud, clearing throat had you finally breaking apart. Both you and Ari turned your heads toward the sound, finding a blonde woman raising an eyebrow at the two of you before cutting her eyes pointedly to the children beside her. Your cheeks heated and you buried your face in Ariâs neck to muffle a cackling laugh.Â
âApologies, maâam,â Ari called gruffly, raising a hand in a repentant wave.Â
The woman huffed and rolled her eyes, which only made you laugh harder, pressing your face deeper into the warm curve of Ariâs shoulder as you tried to stay quiet. When the woman and her family were finally gone, you leaned back, giving Ari a cheeky grin.Â
âThink sheâs gonna complain about us and get us banned?â you asked teasingly, sliding your hands up Ariâs chest until they rested on his shoulders, trying not to think about how easy it was to touch your sugar daddy so casually. âTell them we were acting indecently in the parking lot?â
Ari laughed, chucking you under your chin gently before ducking down for a quick kiss. âIf she does, Iâll just buy the farm,â Ari murmured against your mouth. âThey canât ban us if I own them.â
Your breath caught in your lungs at Ariâs pronouncement, surprise making your heart leap in your chest. Your sugar daddy had bought you plenty of expensive gifts since youâd started seeing him, but buying a farm so you could go apple picking in peace was on another level entirely. You had to wonder if Ari was serious, but the look in his eye was genuine when he pulled back.Â
âDonât give me that look, darling,â he rumbled, his heated gaze raking over your face, taking in your wide eyes and parted lips. His thumb stroked over your bottom lip, pulling on it ever so slightly to the side, sending a little thrill through your body. âOr we arenât making it into the orchard.â
You closed your mouth, swallowing thickly and bobbed your head in a nod. Then, you slid away from Ari, slipping from between his big body and the car and taking a deep, steadying breath.
Even with the warm September sun shining down on your shoulders, you felt a little cold without Ariâs heat and shivered. But you told yourself you were being ridiculous, shaking off the shiver and turning back to your sugar daddy.
Ari was standing with both hands planted on the hood of the car, his head hanging between them while he took deep breaths. He mustâve felt your attention on him because he lifted his head and gave you a charming smile.Â
âJust gimme a sec, darling,â he said, shooting you a wink before he straightened and dropped his hands to the bulge in his slacks.Â
You tried not to ogle your sugar daddy as he adjusted himself to make his hard length less prominent in his pants, but you knew what was hiding beneath his clothes and you knew how good his cock felt sliding inside you.
A sizzling, delicious warmth cascaded through your body, and you let yourself watch Ariâs big hands adjusting his bulge for a moment before tearing your eyes away and taking deep breaths of the fresh air to clear your head as much as possible.
A moment later, Ari slung his arm around your shoulders and together the two of you walked toward the entrance to the orchard.
It took effort, but you managed not to look down at the front of his pants, sure that if you did, neither of you would make it any further. And you did want to go apple picking. You had so many things you wanted to bake with the apples you were going to pick.Â
Keeping your chin up and your gaze forward, you and Ari walked to the small, squat red building that served as the entryway to the orchard. One side was for folks heading into the field of apple trees, and you joined the line while scrutinizing the size of baskets and crates you could get for picking.Â
Ari let you choose the size, and you picked a decent size wooden basket, thinking that would give you plenty of apples to use for baking. A farm worker explained that your apples would be weighed when you were done, and you paid per pound. Then they handed Ari a map that specified where each apple variety could be found, and the two of you were set free into the orchard.Â
âWhat kind of apples are we picking today?â Ari asked, peering at the paper in his hand while he snagged the basket from you.Â
You leaned into his side so you could read the map, and pointed when you found what you wanted. âHoneycrisp, honeycrisp!â you chanted, letting your excitement overtake you.Â
Ari chuckled, folding the map and tucking it into his pocket before giving you one of his charming grins. âHoneycrisp it is, honeycrisp,â he teased, smoothing his hand down your arm to lace his fingers with yours before he began walking into the orchard.
A shiver of delight raced down your spine at Ariâs gentle, familiar touch and the sweet new nickname. Heâd only ever called you âdarlingâ before, and while you liked the pet name, âhoneycrispâ made you feel closer to your sugar daddy because it was meant for only you. It was something people in a real romantic relationship did, wasnât it?
Your feet stumbled a little before you fell into step beside Ari. Out of the corner of your eye, you looked up at him consideringly, wonderingânot for the first timeâwhat he thought of you. If he thought you were someone worth caring aboutâif he thought of you at all when you werenât together.Â
Your sugar daddy flashed an easy smile at you, and you couldnât help but return the gesture, even as you thought about how difficult he was to read. He was always charming and easygoing, and it made it hard to figure out what he was really thinking, let alone what he was really feeling.
You did your best to push those pondering thoughts from your mind and simply enjoy the walk through the orchard with Ari. You reminded yourself that heâd made it clear he just wanted to have fun with you, so thatâs what you were determined to do: Enjoy the warm day and pick some apples with your handsome sugar daddy.
The honeycrisp section of the orchard ended up being quite busy, with families and groups of friends forming small crowds around all the trees closest to the entrance of the field. You paused for a moment, your face falling in a small frown.
Ari mustâve seen your expression because he tugged on your hand and led you past the crowds, strolling down a long row of apple trees to go deeper into the orchard. The excited chatter of other people faded until you could barely hear them and the farm grew peaceful. Finally, you came to the edge of the orchard, and Ari pulled you to a stop at the end of a row of honeycrisp trees.Â
âWow, thatâs a lot of apples,â you said, peering up at the trees around you. They were bigger and taller than the ones youâd passed that were being picked over by the crowds. Their branches were practically bursting with ripe, red apples, the color swirling with yellow and green as it often did with that particular variety.Â
It seemed no one else had thought to escape the crowds and venture deeper into the orchard, because you couldnât hear anyone else around. It was just you, your sugar daddy and the apple trees.Â
It was so perfect you couldnât stifle the beaming grin that spread across your face.
âShould I go back for another basketâor a crate?â Ari asked, a grin in his tone.Â
When you finally tore your eyes away from the trees and their bounty, you found him staring at you, something like fondness in his gaze. It struck you that Ari had no idea why you wanted applesâyouâd never told him you liked to bake or what you planned to do with the ones you pickedâbut heâd planned the date and was offering to help you pick as many apples as you wanted.Â
A warmth started in your chest, feeling as though it were wrapping around your heart and filling you up with a dizzying amount of sunshine, until your ribs were nearly bursting with it. Your cheeks felt warm, and your face ached a little from how wide you were smiling.Â
When you realized that you were staring back at Ari with just as much, if not more, affection than was in his gaze, you tried to tamp it down, forcing yourself to scoff lightly at his question.Â
âI think one will be plenty,â you said dryly, turning back to the trees and trying to calculate how many apples would fit into the basket Ari carried. Would it be enough for the apple crisp cheesecake recipe youâd been dying to try? You decided it would have to be.Â
âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours, honeycrisp?â Ari asked softly, curling a finger beneath your chin and tipping your face to look up at him. He eased your bodies toward each other and your arms wrapped naturally around his waist.Â
It wasnât until youâd pressed your hands to Ariâs back, your hands settling against the solid muscle of him, that you even realized what you were doing. When you did, you froze, feeling a little spooked by how easy it was becoming to sink into Ariâs casual touches and return them. It felt like there was a growing intimacy between the two of you, and you didnât know quite yet how you felt about it.Â
âHoneycrisp?â you asked, latching on to the one thing you could think to say that would delay you needing to answer Ariâs question.Â
Heâd never asked you what you were thinking before. When he checked in with you, his questions were always more direct, and more specific about what you were doing. You didnât know if he really wanted to know, so you hoped a distraction might work.
Ariâs grin turned a little mischievous, like he knew what you were doing, and he wrapped his arms around you, hauling you up against his large, firm body. He ducked his head and nudged your nose with his, tickling your cheek with his beard until you laughed softly into his scruff.
âIt fits, doesnât it?â he asked in a low, rumbly voice that sent warmth dancing through your body. âYouâre sweet as honey and as delicious as an apple crisp.â He kissed your lower lip, sucking on its plumpness with a slow, deliberate drag that had you nearly moaning into his mouth.
âYeah, I like it,â you murmured when he released your lip, your voice obscenely breathy as your eyes fluttered open. You couldnât remember closing them. Being so close to Ari, having his arms around you and his lips on you, was rattling your brain a little.
âNow, darling honeycrisp, tell daddy what had you thinking so hard about those apples,â Ari rumbled, his voice sweetly coaxing as he brushed butterfly kisses along your jaw. His lips were soft and his beard was coarse, and the contrast of the sensations had you sighing softly and melting further into his arms. âUnless you donât want to tell me?â
There was a thread of uncertainty in Ariâs tone as he voiced the question, like he wasnât sure if he was pushing too hard by asking you to tell him what youâd been thinking about.Â
It was so different to how other sugar daddiesâother men in generalâhad treated you. Theyâd always demanded you tell them whatever they wanted to know, as if they had a right to every part of you.Â
But Ari wasnât like that. Heâd never been like that, and it didnât surprise you that the first time he asked something even remotely personal, he was still giving you the opportunity to sidestep the question if you didnât want to answer. It made you want to tell him all the more.
âI was thinking about what I want to bake with the apples we pick,â you answered, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. âAnd trying to make sure one basket would be enough.â
Ari brushed a kiss to the apple of your cheek, as if thanking you for telling him. Pulling back a bit so he could look at you, he tilted his head to the side in curiosity.
âYou like to bake?â
You felt a little shy in the moment, ducking your head under the weight of his sparkling blue eyes, and nodded. âYeah,â you said shrugging as if it was no big deal. Then, when Ari didnât reply right away, you went on, filling the silence by answering a question he hadnât asked. âI donât usually tell sugar daddiesâthe one time I did, he got weird.â
Biting your lip to stem the flow of words from your mouth, you winced. You werenât sure if Ari had known youâd had other sugar daddies before him, but it felt awkward to acknowledge the fact even if you werenât ashamed of it. Besides, something inside you rebelled against the idea of lumping Ari in with all your other sugar daddiesâhe truly wasnât like anyone else youâd been with.Â
âWeird how?â Ari asked in a tone gentler than any youâd heard him use before. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, but he didnât try to make you look at him, just stroked your skin with his thumb. The gesture was so profoundly comforting that you lay your head on his shoulder and gave a sigh of relief.Â
âOnce he knew I liked to bake, he expected me to bake for him,â you explained slowly, choosing your words carefully. âBut not just bakeâhe bought me an apron and skimpy little dresses to wear underneath it with these ridiculous heels. He wanted me to bake for him andâŠservice him.âÂ
You pressed your face into Ariâs shoulder, remembering the experience and cringing over what youâd let that man talk you into. He was a major reason you appreciated Ariâs boundaries so much. You felt safer, like things couldnât spiral out of your control, with the boundaries your sugar daddy had set in place.
After youâd answered his question, Ari stayed quiet, just holding you, his thumb stroking soothingly over the back of your neck. His big arms felt so steady around you that you couldnât help but take comfort in them, and you went on, feeling safe enough to tell Ari the rest.
âHe took all the joy out of baking,â you said in a small voice. âI stopped seeing him soon after, but he wasnât happy about it.â
Ari exhaled a sharp breath and he squeezed you in his arms, holding you tight for a long moment before he eased up a little.Â
âThank you for telling me,â he murmured, brushing a kiss to your forehead. âI would love to try your baking, but only if you wantâhell, you can come over today and use my kitchen and bake in one of my shirts if you want.â
A relieved laugh gusted out of you, and you were so glad Ari understood that it took you a moment to realize heâd invited you to his apartment.Â
Youâd never seen where he livedâand even though he paid for it, heâd never been inside your apartment either. Ari had always gotten hotel rooms, even for dates in in the city.Â
You hadnât thought much about it beyond appreciating the fact that Ari didnât act entitled to be in your space because he paid for it. But now he was inviting you to his apartment, his space, and you didnât know what to make of it.
Pulling back, you gave him a curious look.Â
âAre you sure?â
Ari leveled you with a look of his own, and though his gaze was serious, there was a hint of amusement in the curve of his mouth. âAre you sure?â he countered, his voice going low and rumbly as he went on. âIf you start baking in my kitchen wearing only my shirt, thereâs a very good chance Iâll eat more of you than whatever you make.â He raised his eyebrows, as if to drive home the lewd insinuation of his statement.Â
But despite his dirty warningâor perhaps because of itâyou only warmed to the idea of baking in Ariâs apartment. It sounded fun in a way it hadnât been with your past sugar daddy and you bounced on the balls of your feet as excitement flooded through you.Â
âDonât threaten me with a good time, daddy,â you sassed, shifting your arms to wind around Ariâs neck. You used your hold on him to keep your balance as you pushed up onto your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his scruffy cheek. âI already know what I want to make.â
Ari chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before pulling out his phone and telling you to pull up the recipe so that he could forward it to his assistant to make sure his apartment had everything youâd need. You did as he asked and handed his phone back to him, watching for his reaction to the recipe youâd chosen.
To your delight, Ari groaned like he was being tortured, his thumb flicking over the screen as he scrolled through the recipe to look at all the pictures.
âYouâre gonna make this?â he asked, before reading out the title, âAn Apple crisp cheesecake?â He made another agonized sound before looking to you for confirmation.
You couldnât help but laugh at his reaction, knowing he was excited despite the miserable noises he was making, and nodded eagerly to answer his question.
Ari shook his head with a disbelieving look on his face and tapped out a message on his phone before pocketing it again. Then he grabbed you around the waist and hauled you against him again.
âYouâre trouble for my pants, honeycrisp,â he muttered, dropping a too-brief kiss to your lips. âFirst you make me hard enough I feel like Iâm gonna pop my zipper.â He trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck in between his words, his mouth and beard tickling your skin while you melted into his arms. âNext youâre gonna fill me up with apple crisp cheesecake until my button breaks.âÂ
You made a sound that was half-laugh, half-moan as you tipped your head to the side, giving him more access to nip and lick at your neck while you clung to his shoulders, your knees going weak from your sugar daddyâs attention.Â
âYou donât need to eat that much cheesecake, Ari,â you wheezed in between bouts of laughter, giggling harder when he nipped playfully at your ear.
âIf itâs as delicious as you, I donât know how Iâll be able to stop myself,â he flirted, kissing the spot just beneath your ear that had you shivering in his arms.Â
âAri,â you said his name on a breathy exhale, and it was a good thing his lips captured yours in a searing kiss, because you didnât have any hope of responding to his compliment. Instead, you showed him how much you appreciated it by kissing him back hard, your fingers tangling in his soft brown hair as you clung to your sugar daddy and made out in the apple orchard.
By the time Ari pulled away to let you get some air, you were breathless and happier than youâd been in a long time. To your own surprise, you felt good about opening up to Ari and telling him about your past bad experience. Heâd made you feel heard and cared for, all while giving you reason to believe heâd never do anything like that to you. He made you feel safe in a way you hadnât with any of your other sugar daddies.Â
Because of all that, you were actually excited to finally see his apartment. It felt like an important step, the beginning of something new, perhaps something deeper, and though there was an undercurrent of anxiety in your belly, you were more excited than anything else.Â
And if you werenât mistaken, Ari looked excited, too. His eyes were looking at you with affection in their depths, and his mouth was curved into a genuine smile.Â
As he grinned down at you, Ari let his hands slide down from your lower back to your ass, groping you through your dress before swatting the soft cheeks lightly.Â
âAlright, honeycrisp, these apples wonât pick themselves,â he teased good-naturedly. âAnd Iâve got a craving for some apple crisp cheesecake now.â He waggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh.
But you forced a serious expression onto your face and gave him a mocking salute. âYes, sir,â you said in a deeper voice, trying to tamp down on the smile that wanted to break free.
You lost the battle when Ari gave a loud laugh, his head tipping back and the sun shining down on his golden face while he gave into your silliness. He recovered quickly, though, looking back down at you fondly as he rumbled, âThatâs âyes, daddyâ, to you, honeycrisp.â Then he slapped your ass a little harder to urge you to get a move on before he finally, reluctantly, pulled away and turned in the direction of the apple trees.
To ease some of the disappointment you both felt, Ari gave you a salacious wink that had your cheeks warming again. You couldnât even blame the September sun on the heat in your face. Your sugar daddy was just so hot, it was hardly even fair.
To distract yourself from wanting to curl up in Ariâs arms and say to hell with apple picking, you snatched up the basket heâd dropped, arching your back and popping your ass to give him a peek at your pussy, then straightened and skipped to the nearest apple tree to start picking.Â
When you chanced a glance over your shoulder, you saw Ariâs eyes were heated and staring at the way your skirt fluttered around your ass, his big hand palming his bulge in his pants. You wiggled your ass for him, turning back around to hide your laughter when his long-suffering groan met your ears.Â
But you couldnât keep your eyes off Ari and you turned your head to watch him out of the corner of your eye, catching him swiping a hand down over his face while he shook his head. Something about the gesture sent your heart pitter-pattering in your chestâwhich only got worse when Ari caught you looking and winked while he adjusted himself in his pants.
You felt giddy as you refocused on the tree in front of you, your breaths coming in soft little gasps as excitement and desire swirled in your core. It took you a long moment to gather your thoughts and remind yourself that you could not jump your sugar daddy in the middle of an apple orchard that was open to the publicâno matter how much you desperately wanted to.Â
With slightly shaking fingers, you began to pick apples, doing your best to pay attention to what you were doing and make sure you were selecting the best fruit you could find. If Ari was going to try your baking for the first time, you wanted your apple crisp cheesecake to be the best that it could possibly be.Â
Ari came to stand beside you, and though you wanted him to put his hands on you, you were happy to see him dedicate himself to the task of picking apples, even reaching up to the branches that were too high for you. In turn, you showed Ari how to check for bruises and other unwanted things in the fruit before adding them to the basket at your feet.
Between the two of you picking apples, it wasnât long before the basket was nearly overflowing, but you were having so much fun, you didnât want it to end. So when Ari asked if you still needed more, you gave him a shy smile and said just a few. You didnât want him to go get another basketâbecause, really, you didnât need that many applesâbut you didnât want the apple picking part of your date to end just yet.
Your sugar daddy seemed to understand your desire to linger because he didnât call you out on the fact that your basket could barely hold any more apples. Instead, he flashed you an indulgent grin and nodded, joining you under the apple tree where youâd been picking.Â
But rather than moving beside you, as heâd stood while youâd worked together, he came up behind you so that his chest was brushing against your back. His hands settled lightly on your waist, loosely caging you in beneath the apple tree with your body facing the trunk.Â
He ducked down so his scruffy, bearded cheek was pressed to yours and pointed to a cluster of apples just out of your reach. âWhy donât you grab one of those?â he suggested, the practiced innocence in his tone nearly making you snort with laughter.Â
You knew Ari was playing a game, you could feel it in the mischievous tension crackling in the air, and you were almost certain it would lead to some sort of naughtiness in the orchard. But your body was wound tight, and you wanted to get up to a little mischief with your sugar daddy, so you decided to play along.Â
âI canât reach, daddy,â you simpered, proving your point by reaching your hand up to show that the apples were too high up, your fingertips only barely grazing the fruit. You used the movement to deliberately push your ass back into Ariâs lap and you had to smother a giggle when you felt the hard ridge of him in his pants.
âLet me help, honeycrisp,â Ari rumbled, and though you couldnât see his grin, you knew it was there by the warmth in his voice. You bit your lip against your own wide smile.
Ariâs hand slid down your side, all the way to the back of your thigh, before he gently grabbed your leg behind your knee to lift it until your foot was planted on a low branch. Then he guided your hips deeper into his lap, where you could feel the long, stiff length of his cock wedging between your ass cheeks through your thin dress.
âCâmon, honeycrisp, reach a little bit more,â he urged, tilting your hips and bending his knees so that his hard bulge was pressed against your bare slit. Then he surged forward, lifting you just a little off the ground while he dragged the thick length of his cock against your weeping pussy.Â
You fell helplessly against the trunk of the tree, the apples forgotten as a low moan slipped past your lips. Ari teased you with his clothed cock, and your spine arched to bare more of yourself to his hard bulge. Craning your neck to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder, you gave him a desperate, pleading look.Â
âDaddy, please,â you begged on a whine, pushing back into his lap and wiggling your ass side to side to try to entice him into giving you something more. Youâd been teasing each other all day, and you were hitting a breaking point. You needed him to give you something.
Ari chuckled, burying his face in the side of your neck, his deep laughter rolling deliciously down your spine and settling between your thighs, until you were pulsing with desire. He curled around your body until he was surrounding you, your smaller form fitting perfectly within the cage of his arms.Â
He reached above you and easily plucked the apple heâd directed you to pick from the spot you hadnât been able to reach and presented it to you. At the same time, his other hand began to wander, groping your soft tits until you moaned prettily again for him.Â
âDoes it pass your inspection, darling?â he asked, urging you to focus on the apple he held in front of you.Â
Truthfully, you didnât care anymore about picking applesâyou had plenty of them in the basket at your feetâbut you did your best to look it over. You turned it over in your trembling fingers, checking for bruises and bugs. Finding it to be perfect, you nodded.Â
âYes, daddy.â
âGood girl,â Ari murmured, taking the apple from your hands and pulling away to set it on top of the pile in your basket.Â
You had to bite back a whine at the loss of him, but he was back against you a moment later, his warmth surrounding you as his arms curled around your body. His hands slid up your sides and cupped your tits, kneading them in his big, strong hands until your head fell back against his shoulder and you let out a soft whimper of need.
âNow is that enough apples, honeycrisp?â he asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.
âYuh huh,â you mumbled, nodding weakly as you arched your spine and pushed your chest into Ariâs hands. He rewarded you by pinching and plucking your nipples through the soft cotton of your dress, wringing a weak whine from your lips. âPlenty.âÂ
âGood,â Ari rumbled, pressing his face into the side of your neck, his mouth licking and nipping at your skin like you tasted as sweet as the fruit youâd been picking, his rough beard making you shiver in his hold. âBecause if I had to see your pretty pussy winking at me from beneath your skirt one more time while you were bending over or reaching for some apples, it was going to drive me fucking wild.â
A low moan slipped free from your lips while one of Ariâs hands skimmed down your front, sliding under the hem of your dress and cupping you between your thighs. His big hand covered your entire mound, which was sticky with your juices.Â
He growled when he felt just how wet you were, the sound reverberating down your spine and making your pussy spasm, more wetness dripping from your slit and into his palm.
âFuck,â Ari ground out through gritted teeth, his voice rough with his own barely leashed desire. âYouâre soaking wet for me, honeycrispâI gotta feel you,â he said, an urgency in his voice as he sank two fingers into your drenched hole, pulling another moan from you. His hips were grinding his bulge against your ass so hard, you could feel him throbbing. âGotta feel this tight warm cunt on my cock, âm not gonna make it back to the carâneed you now.â
âAri,â you whispered harshly, trying to sound angry, but the two syllables of his name came out dipped in desire and you felt your sugar daddy shudder against your back, his fingers working harder inside your sopping cunt, his palm making soft slapping sounds every time he bottomed out. âWe shouldnât.âÂ
Despite your weak protest, you rolled your head to the side on Ariâs shoulder, peering through the branches of the tree toward where youâd left the crowds of other apple pickers. They were still so distant you couldnât hear them over your soft, gasping breaths, but there was no telling when someone might stray from the others. They could stumble upon you at any moment.Â
The only protection you had from wandering eyes were the branches of the apple tree. Thankfully, they were close enough and the leaves dense enough that you couldnât see much beyond Ariâs big body, but if someone came close enough, theyâd no doubt hear you or Ari, and then youâd be caught.
âWeâre going to get arrested,â you scolded in a hushed tone before turning your head to bury your face in Ariâs beard and stifle the moan on the tip of your tongue. He hadnât stopped fucking you with his fingers and your reluctance was ebbing from your body just as surely as your desire was leaking into his hand.Â
Instead of responding to your statement with the seriousness you felt it deserved, Ari simply chuckled against your cheek and used his thumb to circle your clit, making your hips jerk into his hand, your body wordlessly begging him for more while you muffled a whine into the underside of his jaw.Â
âWeâll be fine, honeycrisp,â Ari soothed in a placating tone that made you growl like a feral kitten into his throat, so he switched tactics, his voice going low and rough. âDonât you wanna feel me, honey?â He asked, grinding his hard length into your soft ass until you mewled pathetically. âDonât you wanna drip your sweet juices all over daddyâs cock like a good girl?âÂ
It was on the tip of your tongue to give in. You knew you shouldnât. You knew there was a very real possibility that you could get caught, and it was only your fear of the potential consequences that held your words at bay. But Ari was well acquainted with the fear that held you back, and he knew exactly how to help you break through it.Â
âJust the tip,â he murmured, his voice so warm you could hear the smile in it. âJust take the tip, and stay quiet, and weâll be golden.â He nuzzled your face, his beard rasping over your soft skin and sending tingles of delight all through your body.Â
You knew it was a ploy. You knew that Ari knew that youâd never be able to settle for just the tip of his cockâafter all, you never had before. But it was easier to pretend you could settle for just the tip than to say yes to Ari fucking you in the middle of the apple orchard when there were people not too far away. It was the small step you needed to break free from your fear.
Lifting your head, you looked around. There was nothing to see except dense branches and leaves and endless apples. Ariâs body hid you entirely from sight, and you still couldnât hear anyone else close by, so if you stayed quiet, you really could get away with a quickie in the orchard.Â
A wicked smile spread across your face and you turned your head to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder.
âJust the tip?â you asked, you voice laced with suggestion. You knew Ari was going to end up sinking much more of his cock into you, but you wanted to play along for a little bit. âPromise, daddy?â Your question was meant to sound innocent, but you couldnât help the way the corners of your lips wavered in an eager grin.
Ari chuckled and kissed the corner of your mouth, because he knew exactly what you were doing. âI promise, darlingâŠâ he said, trailing off as he pulled his fingers from your pussy with an embarrassingly wet sound that made him grin. âUnless, of course, you beg me like a good girl.âÂ
âHurry, daddy,â you cooed, wiggling your ass against Ariâs bulge, a teasing smile on your lips as you watched him over your shoulder.Â
Ariâs eyes darkened and then he was using his clean hand to fumble with his belt and fly while he swatted your pussy playfully with his drenched fingers. You gasped and twitched, trying to stay quiet and failing miserably as desperate keening sound slipped from your mouth.
At your urging, Ari wasted no time, shoving his pants open and pulling out his cock, pushing your dress up over your ass and rubbing the tip through your drenched folds. Both of you groaned, Ariâs face falling forward against your shoulder while you grabbed onto the trunk of the tree in front of you, trying to stay upright while your knees trembled.Â
Then Ari was pushing inside, the head of his cock sinking into the warmth of your pussy. The stretch of him was too delicious, and you moaned louder than was wise, but you couldnât help yourself. He felt too good.Â
âWhatâd I say about staying quiet?â Ari rumbled in your ear, right before he shoved his fingers in your mouth. The tart taste of your wetness mixed with apples burst on your tongue and you moaned again, licking wildly at his fingers to get as much of it as you could. âMm, thatâs it, clean up your mess, honeycrispâshow daddy what a good girl you can be.â
Ariâs other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady while he fucked you with just the tip of his cock, pushing into your tight hole and pulling free until the tease of it drove you wild.Â
âMm-oah, mm-oah,â you begged around Ariâs fingers, trying to push back on Ariâs stiff length and take more of him, but he held you still, forcing you to take only what he gave you. You bounced impatiently, the foot that was still lifted on one of the branches shaking it so furiously, the leaves rattled and a few apples dropped to the ground.
âOh, did you want something, honey?â Ari asked, his tone filled with mocking innocence as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. You shot him a half-hearted glare over your shoulder, pouting.Â
âI need more, daddy, please,â you begged, giving him your best desperate, pleading look while you pushed back against his hold, reveling in the way he didnât let you move to take him further. âPlease split me open with your thick cock, daddyâI need it.â
Ari blew out a sharp breath. âFuck, I wanna tease you some more, but I canâtâneed you too bad, honey,â Ari rasped, squeezing your hip while his other arm wrapped loosely around the front of your throat, so the bulge of his bicep was just beneath your chin.Â
âRemember, stay quiet.â His hushed words were your only warning before Ari slammed into you, shoving every inch of his hard cock into your wet, needy cunt.Â
A scream welled up inside your chest, your mouth dropping open as it clawed its way up your throat, but at the last second before it was set free, you managed to bury your face in Ariâs bicep. Your teeth sank into his warm, golden skin and you bit your sugar daddy while you screamed into his arm.Â
His tortured groan was loud, but only because it poured directly into your ear, the sound dripping in pleasure as your inner walls squeezed his hard cock and made room for the thick length of him in the depths of your body.
Bliss consumed you, the stinging edge of Ari pushing inside you so fast and stretching you so suddenly making your body burn all the hotter. Already, your cunt was pulsing around Ariâs cock like you wanted him to stay buried inside you for a long time and you sighed happily, pulling your teeth from your sugar daddyâs arm.Â
While Ari gave you a moment to adjust, his hand kneading the plush softness of your hip, you kissed and licked at the indents your teeth had left in his skin. He chuckled, brushing a kiss against your temple, an acceptance of your wordless apology.Â
âReady, honey?â Ari asked softly, nuzzling your cheek while he rolled his hips, grinding his cock into you in a way that had you moaning again. âThis is gonna be hard and fast. I canâtâI gotta pound your pretty pussy,â he rumbled, his tone almost apologetic with the urgency in it. âGotta feel you dripping around me, squeezing me, milking me.â
His hand shifted from your hip to slip between your thighs, his fingers finding your slippery clit and rubbing the puffy pearl. He grunted when you clenched around him, his fingers stroking you harder and winding your pleasure higher while he rolled his hips, fucking you in short, sharp thrusts.
âFuck, honey, fuck,â he bit out, his breaths heavy in between every word. âTell me youâre ready for me to move.â
âPlease, yes, move,â you cried propping your chin on Ariâs bicep while your nails dug into the trunk of the tree in front of you. You used your grip to brace yourself and push back on Ariâs cock, taking him deeper with every thrust. âNeed you, daddy, please, please, please,â you babbled, your voice coming out strained with the effort to keep it quiet.
âFucking right you need meâjust like I need you,â Ari growled, pulling his hips back and slamming forward, driving into you with so much force, you could hear the soft sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. âYou have the sweetest, tightest pussy Iâve ever hadâbest fucking pussy in the world. I dream about it when Iâm not with you,â he confessed, his words rough like heâd pulled them from the depths of his soul. âDream about pumping you full of my come until your bellyâs bulging with me, honey.â
Your mind reeled at Ariâs confession even as your body sank deeper into his hold. You were still trying to catch up on processing his words but your pussy was clenching around his cock greedily, as if begging for him to come inside you already.Â
In that moment, a singular truth crystalized in your mind: Youâd been deluding yourself into thinking you didnât care for Ariâthat he didnât care for you. It was very clear that Ari did care about you, and you cared about him.
All those boundaries in your relationship, you realized youâd been the one creating them, not Ari. Ari had been patient, chipping away at the walls youâd built around yourself until heâd somehow found his way in. Heâd dreamed about you, and youâd thought he was just another sugar daddy looking to have some fun. Youâd been so wrong about him.
At the weight of your realization, you nearly collapsed against the tree, but managed to hold yourself up, sobbing with pleasure and emotion. Ari seemed to sense the shift in your mood and he slowed his movements, as if he was going to stop, but you shook your head, feeling feral with your need for him.Â
âPlease, daddy,â you cried softly, your voice hoarse with the flood of affection filling your heart. It was emphasized by the feeling of Ari inside you, surrounding you, your body cradled in his arms while he fuckd you like he wanted you to never forget the feel of him. âFill me up, make me your perfect little cumslut, daddy, just keep meâkeep me.âÂ
âAlways,â he rasped, his lips at your temple. The promise in that single word buried deep in your heart, taking root.Â
Something changed between you and Ari, and you knew he felt it too because he started fucking you faster than before, his hips snapping harder against your ass so he could push deep into your cunt with every thrust.
âFuck, honey, âm almost there, are you close?â he rasped, his tone desperate.Â
Your head bobbed in a nod.Â
âUh huh, âm close, just need a little moreâŠâ you trailed off in a whine, trying to push back on his cock and grind your clit against his stroking fingers at the same time.
Thankfully, Ari understood what you were begging for, and he rubbed you harder, his fingers relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure while he rutted into your cunt.
âCâmon, honey, come on daddyâs cock,â he rumbled in your ear, his voice deliciously deep to match his dirty words and push you closer to the edge. âBe a good little cumslut and milk my cock, make me fill your sweet pussy with all my come, honey.âÂ
You buried your face into Ariâs bicep again, your teeth sinking into his skin as you screamed your release. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through your body, until your limbs were trembling and your fingers were shaking against the outside of Ariâs arm, having forgotten when youâd let go of the tree to cling to him.
With a grunt, Ariâs cock twitched inside you, reacting to the sting of your bite and the merciless grasping of your inner walls around his hard length. His hips stuttered, then he started fucking into you wildly, his thrusts falling out of rhythm while he chased his own release.Â
âGood girl, honey, so good, feel so fucking good milking daddyâs cock,â he muttered, cutting off on a deep groan while his cock throbbed inside you.
Ari spilled himself deep in your cunt and you moaned weakly, pulling back from his arm and licking his golden skin to sooth the indents your teeth had left behind. He tasted like salty skin and sweet apples and you hummed in pleasure as you rode out the remainder of your release with your bodies writhing together.
After a few long moments basking in the glorious afterglow of coming together, Ari took a deep breath and shifted his arm, chuckling lowly when you whimpered at the loss of his bicep to lick and kiss. He made it up to you by turning your head and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, pouring all the affection you finally knew he felt for you into the way his mouth moved against yours.Â
When he pulled away, leaving you slightly breathless, Ari leveled you with a serious look.Â
âYou know youâre special to me, donât you, honey?â he asked, using the new pet name that you knew was shortened from âhoneycrispâ.Â
Youâd been too wrapped up in your own head to notice the way it rolled off his tongueâit was an endearment for someone Ari cared about, someone who was special to him, as he said.
Biting your kiss-swollen lower lip, feeling a little abashed that it had taken you so long to realize what Ari felt for you, you nodded. You could feel your cheeks warming, and tried to duck your head, but Ari only chuckled and caught your lips in another kiss, though it was briefer.
When heâd kissed away your anxiety, Ari set about extricating himself from you, pulling free from your body and helping you down from the tree. He quickly stuffed his softening cock back into his pants and then helped smooth your dress back over your hips before doing up his slacks. You turned to him, brushing his hair back from his face and warming at the way he was smiling down at you.Â
Ari had an infectious grin on his face, and you couldnât help but return it, your heart feeling warm and cozy in your chest.Â
The two of you smiled goofily as you helped right each otherâs appearances. Once youâd fixed yourselves as much as possible, Ari stooped down to pick up the basket of apples youâd picked, then grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together and planting a kiss on the back of your palm before heading off back to the farm stand.
As you walked past all the crowds of people, you were certain everyone knew what you and Ari had gotten up to in the orchard, but no one stopped or stared or said anything. They were all too focused on their own friends and families and the task of apple picking to notice you and Ari, or your big, silly smiles.
At the farm stand, Ari paid for the apples, then loaded them into his Lexus before helping you into the passenger seat. He dropped a kiss to your forehead, then rounded the front of the car and slid into his own seat.
You were quiet on the drive back to the city, your mind ruminating over the beginning of your relationship with Ari. When you thought back to your first few dates, you realized youâd been the one who was hesitant to answer any personal questions from your sugar daddyâand youâd never asked any of him. Youâd also been the one to balk at the idea of either going back to his place or your apartment, leading him to get hotel rooms.Â
Ari had been the one to respect your boundaries, even as heâd tried to get to know you better. Heâd tried to ask you questions you felt comfortable answeringâit was how heâd found out you liked apple picking, because youâd chosen it as a fall-themed date. Heâd been so careful with you, it made your heart hurt a little that youâd kept him at armâs length for so long.
Turning from the scenery of the foliage fading into the cityscape of New York, you ran your eyes over Ariâs profile. His expression was easy, relaxed and open, the hint of a smile on his face. Youâd thought he just always looked like that, but you realized it was because he was with you.Â
Reaching across the center console, you scooped up Ariâs hand and laced your fingers through his before settling your joined hands on your thigh. He glanced at you, shooting you a quick smile and squeezing your fingers, before turning back to the road.
By the time the car pulled into the underground parking garage of the high-rise on the Upper West Side where Ari lived, you were resolved to try to let your guard down a little more around him. Ari had shown you he could be trusted with your heart just as much as your body, and you were determined to show him you trusted him with all of you.Â
Still, it was a little intimidating walking into his apartment for the first time, the anxiety that he was only bringing you there because he wanted something from youâsomething you didnât want to giveâwas a knot in your stomach. But then you looked at Ari and you realized heâd never do that to you. He was bringing you to his home because he wanted to, not because he wanted something from you.Â
Ariâs penthouse was warm and cozy, decorated in dark brown wood and warm golden tones, with hints of blue that reminded you of the ocean. You realized you knew Ari was a fan of the beach, because so many of the trips heâd taken you on had been close to the water. Walking into his home felt like walking into a reflection of his heart, and you didnât take that for granted.
After setting down the apples on a table next to the door and stepping out of your shoes, Ari took you on a tour of his apartment, both the upstairs and the downstairs (because it was big enough to have two floors!). He showed you every room, including his bedroom and his study, tugging you into each by your joined hands when you seemed hesitant to enter his spaces.
Ari left the kitchen for last, but the two of you lingered in the living room, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Central Park. Ari wrapped his arms around you from behind, swaying you lightly from side to side, almost like you were dancing.Â
âYou have a beautiful home, Ari,â you said, looking out over the city and appreciating the way the buildings and treetops were cast in the warm, yellow glow of afternoon sunshine. An errant thought crossed your mind, that you could get used to the view from Ariâs apartment. It was stunning.
âThank you, honey,â Ari murmured, dropping a kiss to the base of your throat while his arms squeezed you tighter. He buried his face in your neck, so his words were a little muffled when he said, âI always hoped youâd like it enough to want to come over again and⊠again.â
You could hear in the pause of his words where heâd stopped himself from saying something different, and you wondered over it. But you knew yourself well enough not to ask. If just walking into his apartment felt like a big step, you knew asking him what heâd meant to say might spook you a bit too much, and you didnât want that. So you just hummed in response.
Ari chuckled, like he somehow knew it was taking effort for you to be in his apartment, and he thought it was cute how difficult it was for you. His mouth trailed up your neck, effectively distracting you from your thoughts, before nipping at the edge of your jaw.Â
âWant to see the kitchen now?âÂ
Nodding so eagerly, you nearly head-butted him, you turned in his hold and looked up at him with expectant eyes. Ari gave you an affectionate smile, then grabbed your hand and led the way to the kitchen.
Heâd saved it for last, and when you stepped inside, you understood why. A gasp slipped from your lips as you took in the beautiful space. The color scheme of the apartment carried over to the kitchen, with dark brown cabinets and lighter wood countertops. There was a pop of blue in the backsplash, and all kinds of expensive gadgetry.Â
You were so busy taking everything in, it took you a moment to spot the brand-new stand mixer sitting on the counter in a color that matched the rest of the room. Beside it were some of the ingredients youâd need for the apple crisp cheesecake youâd told Ari you wanted to make and you realized his assistant mustâve already come and gone.Â
Walking over and running your fingers over the sleek mixer, tears welled up in your eyes. It took effort to blink them away, and you shook your head slightly at yourself. It seemed silly to be crying over a stand mixer, but it felt bigger than that, like it was a sign of Ari making room in his life for you. He wanted you there, he wanted to keep you, like youâd begged him to.Â
âEverything ok, honey?â Ari asked, coming to stand behind you, but not touching you, giving you some space while you processed everything youâd realized that day.
âYeah,â you said, your voice thick, no doubt giving away the emotion you were feeling. Before you could overthink it, you spun around and threw your arms around Ariâs shoulders, launching yourself at him for a tight hug. âYou bought a mixer,â you stated, as if that was explanation enough.Â
A soft laugh rumbled in Ariâs chest and he swept a hand down your spine, comforting you while a few tears leaked down your cheeks and into the collar of his denim shirt.
âWell, yeah,â he responded good-naturedly, a smile in his voice. âI did say I wanted you to want to come back, didnât I?âÂ
âUh huh,â you mumbled, laughing a little at his comment. Then you murmured, in a small voice, âThank you.â
âAnytime,â Ari said, sounding genuine.Â
For a long moment, you hugged him, and then you pulled away, swiping at your cheeks to clear away any tears or makeup.Â
âIs the offer still open to bake while wearing only your shirt?â you asked, tipping your head back to smile shyly at Ari while your fingers played with the collar of his button-up. Â
A grin spread across his face while shrugged out of the denim shirt. Then, to your surprise, he yanked his t-shirt off over his head, asking you which one you wanted.Â
You took the denim one with fumbling fingers, your eyes raking over his bare chest while warmth bloomed deep in your core. It wasnât the first time youâd seen Ari shirtless, of course, but you never got tired of looking at the expanse of his golden skin, dusted with dark brown hair that you wanted to rake your nails through.Â
Ari let you look for a moment, using your distraction to help you slip out of your dress. Then he eased your arms into the denim shirt and buttoned it up, his big hands pausing briefly to grope your soft body every few moments.Â
There was a glimmer of deep satisfaction in his blue eyes when he stepped back to look at you in his shirt.Â
âMm, you look so pretty, honey,â he rasped, taking one last look before crowding you into the counter at your back. His gaze darkened as he stared down at you, his grin turning wolfish when he rumbled, âI think I need a snack before you start baking.â
That was your only warning. You shrieked with surprised laughter when Ari hauled you back into the living room and tossed you down on one of his leather couches. Your giggles cut off abruptly in a moan when Ari descended on you, burying his face between your thighs and feasting on you like he was starving.
Your fingers twisted in Ariâs brown hair while he ate your pussy, encouraging you to scream your pleasure in the comfort of his home while he made you come against his mouth. You shattered apart with a loud cry while he fucked you with his tongue, his mouth greedily devouring your release, and the come heâd buried inside you earlier, like he hadnât eaten in days.Â
When he finally pulled away, Ariâs beard was soaked in your juices and he grinned up your body while you lay limply on the couch, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. Chuckling at the sight of you sprawled out on his couch, Ari pressed wet kisses to the inside of your thighs, licking the traces of your release from your skin.
âFuck, honey, I canât get enough of you,â he rumbled, his big hands kneading your plush thighs and hips, proving his point since it seemed like he couldnât stop touching you. The blatant need and desire in his voice sent a shiver racing down your spine.
âIf you keep going, I wonât have the strength to bake,â you warned him in a breathless voice, managing to lift your head enough to give him a stern look.Â
Ari laughed into your thigh, pressing one last kiss to your skin before he raised up and gave you a wink. âCanât have that,â he quipped, grabbing your hands and helping you up off the couch. You stumbled a little, your legs weak from your orgasm, but Ari caught you easily, wrapping his arm around your waist while he led you into the kitchen.Â
Once you were propped up against the counter near the stand mixer, Ari left to retrieve the apples from the entryway. When he returned, you noticed he carried a pair of slippers that matched the ones heâd put on. Without saying a word, he set them on the floor next to your bare feet and carried on to start washing the fruit in the sink.Â
You stepped into the slippers, your heart warming when you realized they were a perfect fit. For a long moment, you stared at Ariâs bare shoulders and broad back, wondering how youâd ever kept such a thoughtful man at armâs length. Well, you decided, once again, you wouldnât be doing that anymore.Â
Turning back to the stand mixer and the ingredients, you organized everything on the counter, going to the fridge to pull out everything else youâd need.Â
To your surprise, you and Ari worked well together in the kitchen. Once he was done cleaning all the apples youâd picked, he asked what he could do next, and you put him to work peeling and coring the fruit while you worked on the other elements of the cheesecake.Â
When it came time to bake, Ari took the pan from your hands and popped it into the oven while you set a timer. Tension crackled between the two of you after the oven had snapped closed, and you came together in a flurry of limbs. Ari guided you back into the living room while he kissed you, his hands making quick work of removing all your remaining clothes.
You rode Ari to another orgasm while the sweet treat baked, the golden glow of the New York City sunset keeping the apartment awash in warm hues that made you feel cozyâlike you were home.Â
Once you were both sated, you collapsed on top of Ariâs chest, burying your face in his neck and nuzzling into his beard. You inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne, vetiver and leather, with a little bit of cinnamon from baking, and melted against him. You wanted to breathe in nothing but that scent for the rest of your lifeâand you refused to let that thought scare you.
Ari pulled a flannel blanket off of the back of his couch and wrapped it around you both, your pussy keeping his cock warm while you cuddled together until the timer went off.Â
You couldnât help but laugh as you watched Ari take the baking pan out of the oven wearing only an oven mitt on his hand. You, meanwhile, stood off to the side with the flannel blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Heâd told you the blanket was highly flammable and insisted you stay clear of the oven with a stern look that made your insides go all gooey.
The two of you made out in the kitchen and made dinner while the cheesecake cooled. All the while, you kept thinking how easy it was to be with Ari, how you could see what your life would be like together. And you liked how it looked. You liked kissing him whenever you wanted and asking him about what movies he liked and what was the last book he read.
After dinner, you ate a slice of cheesecake together, and you couldnât keep your eyes off of Ariâs face, enjoying every little groan and expression of pleasure he made. It was erotic enough that you left the last bite for him, getting to your feet to walk around the table and straddle his lap.Â
He fucked you to another, blisteringly hot orgasm, and laughed only a little when you fell against his chest with an exhausted, but satisfied, sigh.Â
In a soft voice, Ari asked if youâd stay the night, and the hope in his tone made your heart warm enough that you ignored the brief flicker of anxiety the question prompted. You shushed the worry inside you and said yes.Â
Together, you cleaned up the kitchen and then Ari led you upstairs to the bedroom, pausing every few minutes to kiss you, like he wanted to remind himself you were still there.Â
He gave you some of his clothes to wear to bed and showed you where everything was in his bathroom. You couldnât help but notice that he had all of your favorite products, and a spare toothbrush for you. You smiled as you got ready for bed and slipped under the covers with him.
âDid you have a good day, honey?â Ari asked, pulling you into his body and wrapping you up in his arms. You were wearing one of his t-shirtsâa clean oneâwhile he had on a pair of boxer briefs. You hummed happily when your legs tangled together, enjoying the feel of his warm skin and tickling hair against you.Â
âMm, I had the best day, Ari,â you murmured sleepily, the comfort and warmth of his bed making it easy to let your exhaustion creep in. âKiss,â you said, turning your head and repeating the greeting Ari had given you when heâd picked you up.
Your sugar daddy chuckled, the sound rumbling down your spine and making your heart flutter with delight. Your eyes were already closed, but you could feel his smile when he pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips.Â
âDonât worry, honey, Iâll still be here in the morning,â he promised, his words assuaging a fear you hadnât realized youâd felt, and you sighed in contentment.
Everything had changed between you and Ari, and you couldnât help but think it was for the better. You were still a little anxious about opening yourself up to someone, especially a sugar daddy, but Ari had shown you that you could trust himâreally trust him, with all your heartâand you were determined to do just that.
âGânight, Ari,â you whispered into the pillow that smelled like him, a hint of a smile in the curve of your mouth as sleep claimed you.Â
âGood night, honey,â Ari crooned in your ear, his voice gentle and soft and oh so affectionate. âMy sweet, sweet honeycrisp.â
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