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“Stevie!” You practically squealed, jumping in Steve’s arms and instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Steve immediately wrapped his arms around you. “I missed you so much.” You tell him.
“I missed you too, sweetheart.” Steve says, kissing your lips sweetly.
Steve gently put you back on the floor, leaving his arms wrapped around your waist and looking into your eyes deeply.
“You look tired.” You say, running your fingers through his hair.
“Just a little.” He says, kissing you.
“Why don’t you take a shower and we can cuddle and watch a movie.” You suggested.
“Sounds good to me.” He says, kissing you one more time.
You and Steve broke apart so he could take a shower. You sat on the bed and flipped through Netflix for a movie to watch, waiting patiently for Steve to get out of the shower. Your attention turns to the bathroom door when Steve opens it and walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel that hung low on his hips, droplets of water rolled down his muscular body. You couldn’t help but stare at him while biting your bottom lip.
“See something you like, honey?” Steve asks.
You hummed in response, nodding your head yes. Steve approached the bed. His hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip before kissing you passionately. His hands found the bottom of your -his- t-shirt and pulled it over your head, only to find out that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath it. His hands caressed the soft skin of your breasts, gently rubbing his thumbs across your nipples. A soft moan left your lips as your head tilted back. His hands left your breasts to roam your body, stopping at the waistband of your sleep shorts. You instinctively lifted your hips so he can take your shorts and panties off in one go. One of your hands tugged on the towel, letting it fall from his hips to the floor, revealing his hard cock. You laid back on the bed, laying your head on the pillow. Steve got on the bed in between your spread legs, hovering over you. He leaned down and kissed you passionately again. His lips moved across your jaw and down to your neck. His teeth lightly nipped at your skin, marking you up with hickeys.
“Stevie…” You whined.
“Yes, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.” Steve says against your neck.
“I want you.” You tell him.
Steve kissed your lips once more before lining his cock up at your tight entrance. He slowly slipped his cock inside of you, inch by inch causing you to gasp.
No matter how long you and Steve have been together and no matter how many times you two have had sex, you’re still not used to his size.
When Steve’s cock was deep inside of your pussy, he gave you a moment to adjust to his size. You nodded your head, letting him know that he can start thrusting. Steve’s hands found their way to your waist when he began thrusting. Your eyes fluttered shut, loving the feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls. You threw your head back against the pillow in pleasure, moans of his name left your lips. Steve leaned his head down and kissed along the column of your throat. Your hands found their way to his back, digging your nails in his skin, making him slightly hiss at the feeling.
“Steve!” You moaned.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Steve asks in a moan.
“Faster please!” You begged.
Steve obeyed your command and began moving faster. Your jaw dropped, audible moans leaving your lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back and pulled him closer to you. Steve’s lips found their way to yours and kissed you hungrily. You placed a hand on the back of his head to intensify the kiss. Your fingers tugged on his hair, making him moan against your lips. You pulled away from the kiss to moan when his tip hit your sweet spot.
“Right there! Right fucking there” You moaned loudly.
His cock hit your sweet spot repeatedly. You arched your back in pleasure. Steve took the opportunity to kiss along your collarbones, making his way down to your breasts, kissing along the swells of them. His teeth lightly bit down on your skin causing you to moan and your cunt to clench around his cock.
“Ah fuck…” Steve moans.
One of his hands left your waist and made its way down to your clit, rubbing it in circles.
“Oh fuck, Steve! Please don’t stop!” You moaned.
You moaning his name encouraged him to pick up the pace with his thrusts and the rubbing on your clit. Your nails made red line marks on his back. Your orgasm started to build up the more he rubbed your clit and hit your sweet spot.
“Stevie…” You whimpered. “Please don’t stop! I’m going to cum.” You moaned.
“Give it to me, honey.” Steve pants. “Cum for me.” He says.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a pornographic moan of his name left your lips as you came. Steve fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own. He leaned his forehead leaned against your shoulder and his thrusts became sloppy when he felt his orgasm coming closer and closer.
“Oh fuck…” Steve moans as he came inside of you, panting your walls.
He thrusted a few more times before coming to a stop. You two laid there, entangled in each other’s bodies while you guys’ breathing went back to normal. After a moment, Steve pulled out of you, making you whine. He got a wet washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned the two of you up before getting back in bed and covered the two of you up with a blanket. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. You snuggled yourself against his side. Steve grabbed the remote from the nightstand and put on a movie.
“I’m happy that you’re home.” You say, looking up at him.
“Me too.” Steve says, smiling down at you.
“I love you, Stevie.” You say.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” He says, leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly.
pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader
summary: it's easier than you would've expected to fall into a routine in ari levinson’s truck, but he doesn't trust that you've accepted your new life—so you try to prove to him that you won't abandon your king.
warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, abuduction, coercion, sex as payment, piv sex, rough sex, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), first time anal sex (f receiving), sadism/masochism, choking, breathplay, dacryphilia, painplay, rough body play, rough breast/nipple play, pussy slapping, biting/marking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cock warming, exhibitionism, humiliation kink, objectification, possessive sex, possessive behavior, daddy kink, heavy degradation, some praise, pet names (sweetheart, baby, kiddo), a little more aftercare, stockholm syndrome, a mean hot man—i think that's everything but if i forgot to tag something, please please please let me know!!
word count: 9k
a/n: ok i'm supposed to be packing to move but i wanted to get this fic done and posted because i just love trucker ari so much!!!! i have nothing really to say about this fic except 🤤🤤🤤🤤 so please enjoy the second part of this series, which is a little softer but possibly filthier? lol i'm gonna do at least one more full part and possibly a little update before then (or, knowing me, it'll end up being pretty long). anyway, there's more trucker ari to come, don't worry!!!
trucker king part 1
It was easier than you would’ve expected to fall into a routine in Ari Levinson’s truck. He was as rough and mean as he was cruel and crude, but the filthy trucker did something to you, and you found yourself falling effortlessly into the role of his personal fucktoy.
Your holes were his to use, and it seemed like your body took great pleasure in making sure you were always wet and ready for him. You were wet for him from the time he woke up, using your cunt to slake his morning wood while he held your rope leash and tugged mercilessly on your makeshift collar. And you were still wet for him when he took you like a beast at night, making you scream and cry before settling down for a couple hours of sleep.
You weren’t sure if it was simply your body’s way of bracing for the endless desire that seemed to possess Ari, or if you genuinely enjoyed being his cock whore, but it didn’t matter beyond making the days easier.
When Ari held your mouth down on his cock for so long your jaw began to hurt, it didn’t bother you too much because your cunt was throbbing and your slit was leaking, making your head fuzzy. And when Ari took your cunt so hard it hurt, your pussy gushed around his thick cock while you cried through the pain and pleasure, knowing your tears and screams would only make him harder anyway.
Within the first week with your trucker, you’d grown to crave the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure that only Ari seemed able to offer you. If you’d ever considered trying to escape him, those thoughts flitted further and further away the more you grew accustomed to life with the man who’d taken you and become your king.
It helped that those first few days after Ari picked you up off the side of the road weren’t all sex. When he wasn’t using one of your holes, he let you lounge on his bed, wearing one of his soft t-shirts or flannels. He had an e-reader and he let you download whatever you wanted.
You spent many of the long hours on the road reading the smutty books your ex-boyfriend would’ve scoffed at. Ari, on the other hand, didn’t care what you were reading, as long as you were ready to suck his cock whenever he wanted.
Ari also made sure you were fed, picking up enough food for the both of you when he stopped at service stations along his route.
The second night you’d been in his truck, Ari had gotten you a chocolate milkshake and you’d moaned so obscenely at the first sip of the delicious treat, Ari had growled and reached for you. He’d bent you in half in the passenger seat and pounded into your cunt until he spilled his seed deep inside you, groaning so loudly your ears rang.
You’d had to eat your dinner cold, but you couldn’t deny it’d tasted better with Ari’s come leaking down your thighs.
Since then, Ari always picked up something sweet for you from the truck stops and service stations where he parked, whether it was a milkshake, a box of packaged cupcakes or a bag of candy. You suspected he liked the little sounds of delight you made when he gave you the treats, and it made you want to show your appreciation, though you held back, unsure how he’d react if you initiated anything.
After all, for all the trucker kept you relatively comfortable and happy, he clearly didn’t trust you. He’d always lock you in the cab of his truck, your rope leash tying you to something inside with knots so intricate even your smaller fingers didn’t have a hope of undoing them.
Ari would leave you with a stern glare and a threatening warning—which, more often than not, would make you wet instead of scaring you like he intended. Still, you’d nod solemnly, showing you understood. You’d wait patiently for him to return, but no matter how many times you didn’t try to escape, Ari still didn’t trust you.
It was clear Ari thought you’d try to escape if given half a chance, but—though you were certain you’d never be able to—you never tried. You’d accepted your new life with Ari that first night, and as the days went on, you wondered what it would take to make him see you weren’t going anywhere.
You stumbled your way into an opportunity to do just that about a week after Ari had picked you up. The days had started to blur into one another, and you wondered how long Ari was typically on the road, but hadn’t worked up the courage to ask yet. If it was more than a week, you understood why he might’ve wanted a companion so badly he’d been willing to abduct you.
Ari had pulled into a service station in the middle of the afternoon, walked you to the bathroom wearing one of his shirts and some sweatpants that were far too big on you. The clothes you’d worn that first night were too dirty to wear anymore and Ari had said he’d take you shopping once he finished his route. He’d tied you up again in the cab while he went to grab some snacks, and you were lounging in the passenger seat reading a book on his e-reader.
The driver’s side door opened, but you didn’t look up, too engrossed in the smutty scene you were reading. It was so hot, you were bound to be leaving a wet spot in your borrowed sweatpants.
You jumped when a bag of candy landed in your lap. Too startled to hide your genuine reaction, you shrieked in delight when you saw what it was and dropped the e-reader in favor of the candy.
“These are my favorite!” you cried, turning a megawatt smile on Ari as he settled into the driver’s seat, tossing some more snacks onto the dashboard. Unable to contain your delight, you launched yourself into Ari’s lap, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and squeezing him.
“What is this?” Ari asked after a long moment, his tone cold and gruff at the same time. One of his big hands patted your back awkwardly.
You laughed at his silly question as you leaned back, your arms loosening a little so you could look into his face. Ari’s expression was suspicious, his brilliant blue eyes narrowed as he stared down at you, his mouth pressed into a firm line in the midst of his beard. You realized he was seriously asking you what you were doing and laughed some more.
“It’s a hug, Ari,” you explained, unable to wipe the grin from your face. “It’s a thank you for getting me my favorite candy.”
Ari stared at you for a long moment, like he was deciding whether to believe you or not. You tried to hold firm and show him there was nothing disingenuous about your reaction or the hug, but the intensity of his gaze had you squirming. Your ass brushed against a bulge in Ari’s pants and you gasped softly, your lashes fluttering as heat and desire coursed through your body.
Ari’s fingers working open the buckle of the belt he still used as your collar drew you back into the moment, and you found his blue gaze had darkened and turned stormy. He dropped the makeshift collar onto the floor of the rig with a small thunk and you shivered, the movement grinding your ass against his cock and making his expression twist with the feral desire you’d come to associate with Ari.
It seemed he’d decided to move on from the hug he didn’t understand because his next words were, “C’mon baby, time to earn your keep,” he rumbled, a smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth, “My dick’s not gonna suck itself, so get to it, cock whore.”
He was already pushing you off his lap and you tumbled into the space between the driver and passenger seats. The slight pain of impact was dulled by arousal as your gaze fell to where Ari was pulling his cock out of his pants. Drool began pooling around your tongue at the anticipation of taking his cock into your mouth, your already damp slit growing wetter at the sight of his hardening cock.
Ari used his free hand to turn the truck on, the engine rumbling to life beneath your ass, while his fist pumped his hard length lazily. Your fingers itched to dive beneath the hem of your sweatpants and tease your dripping hole, but instead you shifted onto your knees while Ari maneuvered the big rig out of the service station parking lot and back onto the interstate, your gaze distracted by the sight of him working the wheel and his cock at the same time.
Pushing up onto your knees, your hands resting on Ari’s thick, muscular thigh, you dove forward, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and groaning at the musky taste of him. He was almost as delicious as the candy he’d gotten you—and that thought suddenly reminded you of the sweet snack still in its unopened package.
You’d already started sucking Ari’s cock, your mouth making lewd slurping sounds as you bobbed on the crown of his dick, but you pulled off him, the suction from your lips making a soft popping sound. Tilting your head up at your filthy trucker, you gave him your best pleading eyes.
“Can I use my pussy to cockwarm you instead, Ari?” you asked in a whining tone. Your hips were squirming with excitement where you knelt on the floor of the truck cab, and your cunt was already dripping down to coat your upper thighs beneath the hem of your sweatpants. “Please?” you begged shamelessly.
Ari’s cock twitched before your eyes, but his gaze narrowed on you as he grew suspicious again. “Why?” he bit out the question, but didn’t wait for a response. “Because if it’s ‘cause your jaw hurts, I got bad news for you, cock slut—I don’t fucking care.” His hand grabbed the back of your head and began forcing your mouth to his cock, his roughness only making you wetter.
“I just wanted to eat my candy,” you mumbled against his stiff length, your lips ghosting over the soft skin of his cock. He felt like steel wrapped in velvet, and smelled like Ari, and you felt your disappointment over not getting to eat your treat easing as you started to crave the taste of him more than the candy.
You kissed your way up the length of Ari’s cock, but just as suddenly as he’d pushed your face into his lap, he wrenched it away. Ari’s hand slid to the front of your throat, holding you on your knees on the floor of the truck while he glanced between your eyes and the road.
“That’s all you want?” Ari asked in a gruff, careful voice. “Ya wanna eat your candy while I use your holes?”
You could hear the disbelief in Ari’s tone so you curved your lips in a sweet smile and nodded, your chin bumping against his hand. “Yes, please,” you said in your most innocent voice.
For the next few moments, Ari kept looking between your face—the picture of genuineness—and the road, seeming to debate whether he could trust you or if it was some kind of desperate escape attempt. You waited for him to decide, knowing there was no more you could do. Ultimately, Ari would have to trust that you’d accepted you belonged to him, and there was nothing you could do besides show him again and again until he believed it.
“Alright, fucktoy,” Ari growled, his fingers tightening around the sides of your neck in warning. “But you behave while you’re on my lap,” he rumbled, his blue eyes cold and cruel as he gave you a sharp look. “If you make me crash this rig so you can try to escape, I’ll drag you back and tie you to my bed.” His voice turned mean as he threatened you. “There’ll be no more candy, no more nice trucker—I’ll fuck you until you’re broken or dead, and if I kill you, your family will be lucky if they ever find your body.”
A shiver of fear slid down your spine but, inexplicably, a curl of desire warmed between your thighs, too. You didn’t want to dwell on how fucked up it was that you got off on Ari threatening to kill you and bury your body, so you focused instead on meeting his gaze with your own and nodding.
“I understand,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “I’ll be good.”
Ari gave you one more long look, squeezing your throat so hard your eyes widened and your mouth fell open in a surprised squeak, then he released you. He shifted deeper in the driver’s seat, his hand on the wheel of his truck, the elbow of his arm resting on the windowsill of the door. His thick cock lay against his stomach, precum beading at the tip that you desperately wanted to lick off. But Ari had given you permission to sit in his lap and you weren’t going to waste it.
Excitedly, you stood up as much as you could in the truck cab, pushing your sweatpants down your legs and not caring if you accidentally showed your ass to another driver on the interstate. Grabbing the bag of candy Ari had gotten you from the passenger seat, you held it while you clambered into his lap.
Carefully, you wedged your knees on either side of Ari’s hips, leaning against his arm braced on the window so he could see around you while you grabbed his cock, stroking it once, unable to stop yourself, before notching the tip at your entrance. Slowly, you sank down on Ari’s hardness, bracing yourself against his pecs through his soft flannel shirt. You took your time to make sure you didn’t distract him too much from the road.
You wished you could shove yourself down on Ari’s length, burying his full cock inside you in seconds. You’d grown to crave the way he’d take you like that, so fast and fierce it punched the breath from your lungs and felt like he was splitting you in half.
But you forced yourself to move slowly, pressing down on Ari’s cock inch by torturous inch, your breaths coming in sharp pants against his throat. Until, finally, you were fully impaled on your trucker’s cock. Your soft moan was nearly loud enough to drown out the sound of the leather steering wheel creaking beneath Ari’s tightening grip.
For a long moment, you savored the feeling of Ari’s big cock filling you up, his thick girth stretching your hole. You let your eyes flutter closed as you let out a contented sigh. Your mind went deliciously fuzzy, and it was your only excuse for the words that slipped past your lips.
“Feels s’good, daddy,” you slurred, like you were drunk on your trucker’s cock.
That final word hung in the air and it wasn’t until Ari’s cruel laugh broke through the quiet that you realized what you’d said. Your eyes flew open to take in his reaction. An evil grin was spreading across Ari’s handsome face, his blue eyes sparkling in the afternoon sunlight, depraved hunger etched into every line of his face.
“You really were put on this earth to be a fucktoy, weren’t you, baby?” he asked in that cruelly condescending tone of his. “You’ve got three holes made for worshipping cock,” he said, like he was ticking things off a list. “You get wet from choking on my dick and you’ve got a daddy kink?”
Ari chuckled, tossing his head from side to side like he couldn’t believe his luck, which warmed your heart even as shame and embarrassment heated your cheeks. Instead, you turned your focus to the buttons of Ari’s flannel, your fingers working them open to reveal his golden skin and the thick dusting of dark chest hair.
Ari waited until you pushed the sides of his shirt open, threading your fingers through his chest hair before he grabbed your hand to still it. His heartbeat was steady and strong beneath your palm.
“Ya wanna call me daddy, baby?” Ari asked, ducking down enough to catch your eye, his gaze shifting between yours and the road over your shoulder. A wolfish grin was still fixed on his face as he went on. “Ya wanna call me daddy while I fuck you harder and meaner than a daddy should ever fuck his little girl?” His eyes danced with evil excitement as he spoke. “Ya want me to call you kiddo while my cock’s buried in your cunt and I’m pumping you full of come?”
Your body reacted instinctively to Ari’s words before you could think better of it—your cunt clenching down on his cock and a whine working its way up your throat, slipping out of your mouth. More shame and embarrassment followed your reaction and you squirmed, but that only had the effect of Ari’s cock rubbing against your inner walls, making you moan more brokenly.
“Please, daddy,” you begged in a husky voice, fighting against the heaviness in your eyes to hold Ari’s gaze.
His blue eyes darkened as he watched your reaction. “You’re as filthy as I am, aren’t you, baby?” he murmured, his tone low, almost reverent.
“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, staring deep into Ari’s eyes. Your hips began rolling in tiny circles, fucking yourself on his cock. It felt so good, you couldn’t stop yourself. You’d all but forgotten the fact that Ari was driving.
He hadn’t, though, and he tore his gaze away from yours to look back at the road. The truck jerked a little and you ducked your head to hide a smirk, stilling your hips as you opened the bag of candy Ari had gotten you.
Your instincts told you something had shifted between you and Ari, if only infinitesimally, and you didn’t want to push him too much, so you focused on being a good cockwarmer for your king.
For a little while, you sat quietly on Ari’s lap, feeling his big cock filling you up. He twitched occasionally inside you, making your eyes flutter, but you didn’t roll your hips again.
You ate your candy, making little sounds of delight at the delicious sugary sweetness. Your gaze was fixed on Ari’s chest, tracing the curves of his pecs, the pattern of his dark hair contrasting against his golden skin, and the shiny silver Star of David necklace that hung around his neck.
While you sat on his cock and ate your candy, Ari opened up a bag of chips, wedging them between your thighs so they were balanced between your tummies. His knuckles would graze against your belly through the packaging every time he reached inside. Each time, it made your breath hitch—the feeling of his fingers trailing down toward your throbbing clit only to pull away before touching you was a ruthless tease.
To distract yourself, you said the first thing that came to mind.
“I don’t have much family,” you said, shaking your bag of candy as you tried to pick what piece you’d eat next.
Ari didn’t look away from the road, but he grunted in acknowledgement, his hand digging into the bag of chips between your thighs, his knuckles dragging against your lower belly, so close to your mound, your pussy clenched around his cock. He grunted again, smirking a little, before pulling his hand out of the bag and shoving the chips into his mouth.
“You said my family would be lucky to find me,” you explained, referring to his latest threat. You popped a piece of candy into your mouth, chewing and swallowing before continuing. “But they probably wouldn’t look very hard.” You said the words lightly, like you didn’t care.
And you didn’t, not really. It may have bothered you that the only person you’d had that you could rely on to care about whether you wound up dead was your boyfriend—your ex—but he’d left you on the side of the road. So apparently he didn’t care very much.
At least Ari had been there to pick you up. You’d probably be dead without your trucker.
“There must be someone to miss you,” Ari grumbled, and, if you weren’t mistaken, you thought he might be uncomfortable.
You shrugged, looking into your bag of candy to avoid his gaze. Maybe it was pathetic that the only person in the whole world who cared about you enough to make sure you were alive was the man who’d abducted you and made you earn your keep by keeping his cock warm, but it was better than having no one at all.
“My boyfriend—my ex—maybe,” you said, your tone distracted as you tried to focus entirely on your candy. The bag was nearly empty and it saddened you more than the thought that there wasn’t anyone from your old life besides your ex to miss you. “But he was the one who left me on the side of the road, so I don’t think he’ll care much if you kill me.”
Suddenly, Ari’s big hand snatched the bag of candy from yours, grabbing both it and the chips and tossing them onto the passenger seat. Once done, his hand wrapped around the front of your throat and tilted your face up to look at him. His eyes were swirling with so many emotions that you didn’t have a hope of understanding what he might be thinking or feeling.
You were so consumed by the intensity of Ari’s gaze, you barely noticed he was pulling the truck over to idle on the side of the interstate. You only realized he’d put the rig in park when his other arm abandoned the wheel to wrap around your lower back, holding you pinned to his lap.
“You have a boyfriend,” Ari stated, his voice hard and rough as the gravel that crunched beneath the tires of his truck. His blue eyes were cold and sharp as he took in your face, like was waiting to read your reaction to his statement.
“Had,” you bit out, knowing your expression was turning angry. “He left me on the side of the road,” you repeated with more emphasis in your words. “He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”
“You would’ve fucking froze if I hadn’t come along,” Ari said, his voice still gruff, but sounding furious as he came to the same realization you’d already had. “He left you there to fucking die.”
It almost made you laugh the way Ari sounded affronted by the idea, as if he hadn’t threatened to kill you less than an hour before.
But you couldn’t laugh because something strange was happening in your body—emotion flowed through you, your heart feeling fuller than your cunt and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You tried to squirm, but Ari only held you tighter, his arm holding your hips to his lap and his fingers squeezing your throat, not quite tight enough to choke you but almost.
A small whine built up in your throat and you tried to bite it back, but it slipped out anyway. “Daddy,” you whimpered.
Ari’s gaze, which had gone distant, snapped back to your face at your whimper. His mouth twisted in a feral snarl.
“You’re never going back to that limp-dicked little asshole, do you hear me, baby?” he growled. His hand tightened around your throat and suddenly you were choking and crying.
“Yes, daddy,” you sobbed, your fingers digging into Ari’s pecs, clinging to his firm muscles and using them to ground yourself. “Never going back,” you repeated, hiccuping through your tears.
“You’re gonna stay right where you were meant to be—with me,” he growled, beginning to pound up into you from below, punching the air from your lungs. “I’m your king, your fucking daddy; I’m your whole goddamned world and I’m never letting you go.” Ari’s hands and his cock were merciless as he used your body, his hard length twitching inside you every time a fresh wave of tears spilled down your cheeks. “You were made to worship my cock, kiddo, and that’s what you’re gonna do—for the rest of your fucking life.”
It was all you could do to hold on while Ari bounced you on his cock, his hand choking you while you sobbed through the emotions his words had stirred inside you. When he ducked forward, licking the tears from your face, his beard rasping over your sensitive skin, you cried harder, your heart pounding and your cunt clenching around his cock as you teetered on the edge of your release.
“Rub your clit, cock slut,” Ari growled against your jaw as he lapped up your salty tears, groaning at the taste of them. “Come on daddy’s cock while I pound your pussy like I own it—because I fucking do.” He fucked you furiously from beneath, his hips slapping against your thighs as you cried and moaned uncontrollably. “This cunt is mine—you are mine.”
Wasting no time following Ari’s order, one of your hands slipped between your thighs, rubbing your messy, throbbing clit until you shattered apart. Your whole body trembled and you choked out a hoarse scream before Ari squeezed your throat tighter and cut off the sound. Black crept into your vision as you were swept beneath the waves of pleasure, your whole body going loose and pliant.
Distantly, you heard Ari growling, “Mine, mine, mine,” as he rutted up into you. Finally, he pulled you down hard on his cock, the tip of him battering against your cervix and making you cry fresh tears even through the aftershocks of your release.
He groaned loudly, the obscene sound filling the cab of his truck as he came inside you, spilling his seed so deep in your cunt, you thanked your past self for getting an IUD while you’d been with your ex.
Ari’s hand released your throat and you slumped against his chest, your cheek pillowed on one of his muscular pecs, his chest hair soft as you nuzzled into him. Ari’s chest was rising and falling as he caught his breath, his hands idly kneading your hips and ass.
Neither of you said anything else, but you felt Ari’s possessiveness in every touch of his hands. Instead of making you feel trapped, though, you only felt safe and at peace. It was easy to let yourself melt into Ari’s arms, your mind drifting in a haze of sated pleasure and contentment.
You fell asleep with your head on Ari’s chest, your fingers stroking over the cool metal of his Star of David necklace and the warmth of his skin. You didn’t know how long you slept, but when you roused, the truck was rumbling along the road again and the sun hung low in the sky as dusk settled over the countryside. Between your thighs, you could feel Ari’s come and your own release leaking out from around his half-hard cock, and you pressed a smile into Ari’s chest before sitting up.
Looking outside the windows, you saw that Ari’s rig was stuck in slow moving traffic and when you glanced up into his face, you saw the look of frustration etched into his expression.
Ari hated traffic, and he usually took his frustration out on your mouth, but you didn’t know what he would do with you sitting on his lap—not to mention that he could get pulled over if someone caught you sitting with him in the driver’s seat.
“I’m fucking your ass as soon as we’re out of this shit,” Ari growled when he realized you were awake. His voice was hard and cruel, but your body warmed at his words anyway even as you sucked in a breath of surprise.
“I’ve never done that,” you said on an exhale. It was, frankly, a wonder that Ari hadn’t taken your ass in all the days he’d had you, but you supposed your mouth and pussy were easier to take. Trepidation and a little bit of excitement swirled in your chest at the thought of Ari fucking your ass.
Ari’s cold blue eyes flicked to your face before returning to the road. “You’re gonna love it, cock slut,” he rumbled, some of the tension easing out of him as he talked to you in his condescending tone. “And if you don’t, it doesn’t matter—I’m gonna love fucking your tight virgin ass enough for the both of us.”
You shivered, feeling more arousal seep between your thighs at his cruel words, making Ari chuckle. He patted your ass almost fondly, like you were a pet he was trying to reassure. Something about it only turned you on more.
“Don’t worry, kiddo, you’re a born cock whore,” he said, his tone verging on warm. “You’ll enjoy getting fucked in the ass just as much as you enjoy getting fucked in your other holes.”
His hand gripped your ass hard, and a low moan tumbled from your mouth. You tried to rock your hips to fuck yourself on Ari’s cock, but his hand smacked your ass hard enough to sting.
“Not now,” he growled, his eyebrows lowered dangerously over his glittering blue eyes. “A good fucktoy should sit still while they’re warming my cock.”
“Yes, daddy,” you murmured, lowering your eyes in deference. That seemed to please Ari, his hand rubbing your ass to soothe away the sting he’d inflicted.
“Good girl,” he purred, sitting back against his seat, staring out through the windshield as the cars and trucks inched along.
While Ari navigated the traffic on the interstate, you kept yourself entertained by watching the scenery as it passed. However, slowly it was blotted out when another big rig pulled up alongside Ari’s truck. You peered inside the other truck curiously, finding a man with dark brown hair, blue eyes more crystal in color than Ari’s, and dark stubble decorating his sharp jaw.
The stranger was handsome, wearing a soft blue crewneck that brought out the color of his eyes, but there was a violence clinging to him that you only recognized because you’d spent so much time with Ari. The other trucker had nothing but cold, cruel darkness—even more depthless than Ari’s—in his gaze when he turned and caught you looking. His sharp grin was wolfish as it spread across his face, making you suck in a sharp gasp before turning back to Ari.
He was flicking his gaze between your face and the other trucker’s rig, a cruel smirk on his lips. “Already thinking about leaving me, baby?” he asked cruelly. “Ya wondering if that trucker will be your new daddy?”
“No, no, Ari, you’re the only man I’ll ever call daddy,” you rushed to say, somewhat surprised to find you meant what you were saying. “I was just looking.”
“Mm,” Ari hummed noncommittally, making a show of looking between you and the other trucker. An evil look shimmered in Ari’s eyes as he said casually, “He looks lonely to me, why don’t you show him your tits.”
It was on the tip of your tongue to laugh and ask if he was serious, but one glance at Ari’s expression told you he was very serious—and his words weren’t a suggestion so much as a command. The way his cock hardened inside you also told you that he was getting off on the perverted order.
Just like you were.
Arousal throbbed in your core as you glanced around to make sure none of the other drivers would be able to see. That was one of the perks of Ari’s truck cab being so high up, no one could see inside aside from the other trucker.
So you sat up and turned your upper body toward the window. Quickly, so you couldn’t second guess yourself for following Ari’s order, you lifted the plain white t-shirt that was covering your chest. You weren’t wearing a bra, so your nipples were bared to the warm air of the truck cab and the eyes of anyone looking in.
Humiliated heat flared in your cheeks and your sensitive nipples puckered at the indecency of what you were doing. It took a brief moment to gather your courage enough to look out the window to see the other truck driver’s reaction, but he wasn’t looking at you. Disappointment spiraled through your gut and you began lowering your shirt, even more mortified than when you’d lifted it.
Ari wouldn’t let that stand, though, and he lightly tapped twice on his horn, getting the other man’s attention. The stranger’s eyes slid to yours, then dropped. Even from across the space between the rigs, you could see the way his eyes darkened and his face twisted with hungry desire.
It made you shiver, to have your body be so openly desired by another man while you were impaled on Ari’s cock. You felt powerful and shameful all at the same time—perfectly embodying the cock whore Ari always called you. But in that moment, you took pride in it.
You pushed your shoulders back, your hands holding your shirt up and shimmying your body so your tits bounced for the other trucker’s gaze. A slutty grin spread across your face as you watched him stare hungrily at your chest.
A second later, a slapping sound rang out in the truck cab, followed by a stinging pain in your breast. Startled, you flinched and looked down in time to see Ari’s big hand smacking your other tit, pinching your nipple so hard it made your cunt clench around Ari’s cock.
Your trucker smacked your tits brutally, even more shame spiraling through your body as you just sat there, holding your shirt up and letting Ari pinch your nipples and mistreat your tits while another man watched. It was degrading, humiliating.
Even still, warmth curled through your body, your pussy clenching around Ari’s cock with every stinging slap, more wetness dripping down from where you were joined to coat his balls in your depraved arousal. After a few more smacks to your chest, you couldn’t help yourself—your head fall back, an obscene moan spilling from your wide open mouth as Ari abused your tits.
“Good cock whore,” he rasped, his voice low and delicious as he slapped your tits. He was fully hard inside you, his thick cock stretching out your pussy while you were impaled on his stiff length. “Ya like letting daddy rough up your slutty tits while he shows you off to a stranger?”
“Ye-yes, daddyyy,” you said, stumbling over your words. It was one thing to do it, it was another thing to admit to liking it, but Ari wrung the confession out of you far too easily. It was difficult to be anything but honest when you were overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain he offered.
Your trucker chuckled, the sound condescending, making your pussy flutter around his fat cock. Grabbing the back of your head, he held you tilted back, your face turned up toward him. “Tongue out,” he ordered in that cold, cruel voice that made you warm with desire.
Eagerly, you stuck your tongue out, and Ari made a show of gathering a big glob of spit on his lips, letting it drip onto your tongue. Without hesitation, you closed your mouth and swallowed Ari’s spit, murmuring, “Thank you, daddy,” before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out again.
Ari’s blue eyes flared with intensity, his cock twitching within your body. Your fucked up heart warmed at the sight and feel of your trucker looking at you like you were his own perfect porn star come to life.
The blare of a horn brought your attention back to the other man. He was grinning shamelessly, his hand holding up a phone as he took pictures of your tits. The delicious heat of shame spread through your body, even as you rationalized there was no way your face would be recognizable in the pictures. Still, the knowledge that some strange man had taken pictures of your tits—and Ari had let him—made you gush with arousal.
The stranger’s gaze flicked to Ari’s for a moment and he saluted his thanks to your trucker. Ari tipped his head in return, and something about the interaction turned you on even more. Ari had fucked you possessively every time he’d taken you, but you’d never felt more like a fucktoy to be used and shared than when he’d made you put on a show for another man.
You lowered your shirt back down over your chest, the warmth of your desire and embarrassment curling through your body pleasantly. The more you thought about Ari sharing you with someone else, the more your cunt clenched around his cock, hard enough for him to grunt.
“Almost there, baby,” he muttered.
To your relief, he was right. The traffic began to thin out when the rig passed the exit that was causing the slowdown and the truck picked up speed as it rolled on down the interstate.
It was another half hour, the sun having dipped beneath the horizon, before Ari pulled into a service station. You were so turned on, your mind filled with a haze of desire, that it took you a moment to realize he’d parked the truck and shut off the engine.
The feeling of Ari’s big palm slapping your ass finally brought you out of the daze you’d been drifting in.
“In the back,” he gritted out, busying himself with locking the doors of the truck cab.
You moved on shaky legs, your knees almost giving out when you tried to stand up, easing yourself off Ari’s cock and tumbling into the cot in the back. You shifted into the position he normally took you, on your hands and knees. But your arms were shaking too much to hold you up, so you sank down until your face was pressed to the soft flannel blanket covering the bed, breathing in the familiar smell of Ari.
Your trucker settled behind you, his hands groping your ass and smacking the plush curves a few times while you groaned through the sting and the aching need pulsing between your thighs.
Suddenly, Ari’s fingers dipped into your slick cunt, making your eyes fly open and a surprised cry to wrench free from your lips. He gathered your wetness then dragged his fingers up to your little rosebud, rubbing them around your tightest hole to get you wet enough to take him.
The strange sensation of his probing fingers made you whine, your hips moving instinctively to pull away, but Ari’s other hand just grabbed your hip and pulled you back.
“You’re not getting away from this, cock whore,” Ari growled, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough he was going to leave finger-shaped bruises. “Your king is gonna fuck your ass whether you like it or not, so you might as well relax and take it like a good fucktoy.”
Ari pushed one finger into your tightest hold, sliding inside you a few times before he added a second, using it to stretch your ass and prepare you for his cock. All the while, you fisted your hands in the blankets and tried to relax, the pain of the stretch mixing with the pleasure of his fingers fucking your ass, the sensations made all the more intense because of their newness.
“Daddy,” you pleaded on a hiccuping gasp, not knowing whether you were begging Ari to stop or to fuck you with his cock. It didn’t much matter, because you knew Ari was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. There was a freedom to that, and you let yourself relax further, allowing Ari to add a third finger to your tight hole.
“Good girl,” Ari purred, pumping deeper and harder inside you, working your ass open for his cock. “That’s it, kiddo, taking daddy’s fingers like a fucking champ.” He kept fucking you for a few more minutes, ignoring your sobbing moans, before he withdrew from your ass.
You were already a needy, boneless mess when Ari notched the tip of his cock against your little rosebud, your thighs trembling and your breaths panting past your lips as you lay with your ass up and face down in the blanket on the bed. Ari chuckled, soothing his hands over your ass cheeks before gripping them tight and pulling them apart, pushing his cockhead against your tightest hole.
For a split second, you panicked that he was going to be too big to fit and it was on the tip of your tongue to protest, but then he pushed forward ruthlessly. The crown of his cock popped past the first ring of muscle and your words dissolved in a filthy groan as he stretched you open even more than his fingers.
“So fucking tight,” Ari gritted out through a clenched jaw, his words barely audible as he sucked in deep breaths. His fingertips dug into your hips, gripping you so tightly it hurt, but it was a different kind of ache to the discomfort of his cock sliding another inch inside your ass. “That’s it, cock slut, take daddy’s big fat dick in your ass, feel me claiming your tight virgin hole for the first time—fuck!”
Words escaped you as your mind and body were overwhelmed with the feeling of Ari steadily and mercilessly impaling you on his cock. It hurt, even with his cock soaked in your arousal and the time he’d taken to prepare you, but it felt good too. The pain and pleasure churned in your core while your pussy dripped your desire onto your thighs.
Ari shoved the last few inches of his cock into your virgin ass, wrenching a scream from your lungs as tears gathered in your lashes. With a feral groan, he curled over your back, his face hovering just above yours where it was pressed into the bed.
“Ya gonna cry, fucktoy?” he taunted, his cock twitching with excitement where it was lodged in your ass.
It was such a tight fit, your delirious mind thought you could feel the pulsing of the veins on his cock and you moaned brokenly, tears spilling onto your cheeks. Ari’s tongue licked them up greedily while he laughed in your face.
“Yeah, that’s it, kiddo,” he teased, his tone so warm you could hear the smile in his words. “Cry while daddy fucks your ass—you know how hard it makes me when you cry on my cock.” He pulled out and slammed back inside your ass, ploughing through whatever dam had been holding the majority of your tears at bay.
A sob tore from your chest and you couldn’t stop the flood of tears pouring down your cheeks. Ari fucked your ass hard and fast, his body curled over yours as he plunged his cock inside your hole over and over again. All the while, you cried endless tears at the pain and pleasure. You already knew you’d never get enough of Ari’s cock no matter how long you stayed with him—even if it was for the rest of your life.
“Good girl, good cock whore,” Ari growled in your face while he licked the tears from your skin, his beard tickling your nose and mouth. The hand he’d used to prepare your ass wrapped around your throat, close enough that you could smell your own arousal on his fingers.
He gripped you tight, his fingers digging into the sides of your throat and turning your cries into choked little sobs. Meanwhile, his other hand slipped around your hip to press between your trembling thighs.
The first graze of Ari’s fingers against your clit were like a lightning bolt of pleasure, your body going tense as you hovered on the edge of your release. But Ari didn’t seem ready to make you come because he pushed past your clit, finding your pussy dripping wet and soaking your thighs.
Ari chuckled, the sound low and decadent, reverberating down your spine from where his chest was pressed against your back. “Jesus christ, you fucking love this, don’t you, baby?” he taunted in his condescending tone, laughing at how turned on you were by his cock pounding into your ass.
His fingers rubbed through your slick folds, making a mess of your pussy while he kept fucking your other hole. It was all you could manage to moan and nod your head, showing him how much you loved the way he was making you feel, which only spurred him on.
“Ya love feeling my dirty trucker cock splitting your ass open and taking your tight hole for the first time,” he rumbled in your ear just before shoving three fingers in your pussy without warning.
The sudden intrusion made you cry out and clench down hard around his fingers and cock. You felt so stuffed full, but it still wasn’t enough to make you come and you suddenly felt ravenous with desire. More tears spilled down your cheeks as you sobbed and whimpered and squirmed. You needed more.
“Your slutty little cunt wouldn’t be so wet it can take my fingers if you weren’t loving every second of daddy fucking your ass,” Ari growled. He pulled his fingers free from your sopping cunt and slapped your pussy hard enough you could hear the wet sound over both your heaving breaths.
“Daddy!” you screamed.
Ari slapped your cunt again, harder, his fingers catching you clit and white-hot pleasure zapped through your body. It was enough to tip you over the edge of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had, the sharp strike against your clit sending you careening into pleasure and pain. Ari grunted against your cheek, your body clenching tight around his cock as you shuddered through your release.
“You’re such a fucking slut, kiddo,” he groaned, rutting into your ass. His hand kept slapping your clit, making you twitch beneath his big body until he rested his heavy weight on top of you, taking you down to the bed while his other hand held your throat, pinning your upper body to his chest. “Guess I was right about you, huh?” he taunted on a breathless laugh. “You do love my fat cock fucking your ass, don’t you, baby?”
“Uh huh,” you mumbled breathlessly, your mind overwhelmed with pleasure and pain and Ari, “Uh huh, uh huh.”
“Fucking christ, you were made for this,” he rumbled, his voice going lower as he picked up his pace, fucking your limp body into the bed. “Made to take me in all your holes, made to worship my big daddy dick with your mouth and your cunt and your ass—fuck,” he grunted, cursing as he fucked your ass harder and faster.
Ari’s hand was trapped between your body and the bed, but that didn’t stop his fingers from rubbing your clit, working you up to another orgasm even though you weren’t sure you could come again so soon. Overstimulated, your arms scrabbled at the blanket beneath you, your legs kicking out as your body tried to escape the painful pleasure Ari forced upon you.
“You’re gonna come again, cock whore,” he growled in your ear. “You’re gonna milk daddy’s cock with your ass and I’m gonna claim the last of your holes.”
His fingers rubbed your puffy, sensitive clit faster, wrenching more sobs and tears from your desperate body. You could feel your arms and legs shaking and shuddering as you lost control of them. Ari was in control of your body, and he was forcing you toward another orgasm that you knew would be devastating.
“You belong to me now, baby, d’you hear me?” Ari asked, his tone gruff with his own effort, but he didn’t stop to let you answer. “I’ll take care of ya, but you’re mine—your holes are mine to fuck and use and ruin if I want to.” His hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your sobs and your air. “I’m your daddy now, do you understand me?”
Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you drowned in pleasure, unable to stay conscious as Ari’s choking hand and brutal cock carried you through another release. Blistering, burning pleasure consumed your body as your mind went blank.
You came to only a second later, sucking in a deep breath when Ari’s hand loosened around your throat and his teeth sank into your shoulder. Stinging pain mixed with exquisite pleasure as he fucked you through his release, biting you hard enough you knew it was going to leave a mark.
Finally, with a fierce groan, Ari buried his cock ballsdeep in your ass as he chanted, “Mine, mine—my fucking girl,” against the spot on your shoulder that throbbed from his bite. His beard rasped over your skin as he pumped your ass full of his come, sending little ripples of warmth through your body.
“Yours,” you whispered into the blankets, unsure if Ari heard you. He pressed a firm kiss to the center of the mark he’d left, nuzzling it a little, and you could feel the smile on his mouth, matching the sated curve of your lips.
After a few long moments, Ari rolled off you, pulling his cock from your ass and making you whimper at the loss. You were so wrung out, you couldn’t move, not even to lift your head to see what he was doing.
Ari smacked your ass lightly, chuckling under his breath at your broken groan while he grabbed a towel from a cabinet in the back of the truck cab and used it to clean the dripping come from your ass. He rolled you over and did the same with your cunt.
Once you were clean enough, he tossed the towel into another compartment where he kept his dirty laundry, then settled back on the bed, caging your body in between his large form and the wall.
Ari opened his arms to you, just like he did every night, and you scrambled into them as quickly as your exhausted body could manage. Already, his breaths were evening out as he let his own tiredness begin to claim him.
It wasn’t until he spoke that you realized he’d forgotten to do something he normally did before going to sleep.
“Not gonna collar you,” Ari rumbled, his words a little slurred with sleep already. “But if you try to run, baby,” he went on, his tone firm, a dark warning in his voice. “There won’t be anywhere I can’t find you, and you won’t like it if I have to remind you who you belong to.”
A pleasant warmth curled through your core, making you shiver a little as you remembered all the depraved things you’d done for your trucker. You weren’t sure, but you suspected there wasn’t anything Ari could do to you that you wouldn’t enjoy.
But your thoughts soured and you frowned as you realized that he still thought you were going to run. It occurred to you that maybe he just liked threatening you—and there was plenty of evidence between your thighs proving you certainly liked it—but it made you sad to think Ari was giving you a chance to show he could trust you and he still seemed worried you’d run.
Pressing closer, you hooked your thigh over Ari’s hip, pressing your cunt against his soft tummy, your messy clit brushing against the happy trail of hair leading down to his cock. Tilting your face up, you let your lips ghost over the sensitive skin on Ari’s throat, just below where his beard ended.
“I don’t wanna run, daddy,” you confessed, your words barely more than a whisper. “I wanna stay with you.”
A chuckle rumbled in Ari’s chest, his arms wrapping more tightly around your body to squeeze you to his chest. “That’s cause you know exactly what you’re good for, don’t you, baby?” he rumbled sleepily, his hands groping lazily at your ass and thighs, kneading your tired muscles more than copping a feel. “You’re good for being the dirty, slutty little cock whore to a mean, filthy trucker—you were made to be mine.”
“I was, daddy,” you murmured, brushing butterfly kisses to Ari’s throat, slipping your tongue past your lip to trace the tip along the silver chain of his Star of David necklace. “I was made for keeping your cock warm and being a perfect little fucktoy for my king.”
“Mm,” a pleased sound rumbled in Ari’s chest, his arms loosening as he relaxed, letting sleep claim him. You thought it was because he was so close to falling asleep that he let his next words slip out. “Picking you up was the best decision I ever made.”
You buried your smile in his beard, whispering, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Ari.” And you meant it. Ari hadn’t abducted you, he’d saved you. And you decided you’d spend all your time showing him how thankful you were for him.
You fell asleep in your trucker’s arms smiling, excited to see what he did when he woke up to find that you hadn’t run away. Maybe then Ari would believe that you wanted to be his, that you’d accepted the life he offered. You wanted Ari to know that he was your king and you were prepared to be his willing, eager little cock whore for the rest of your life.
a/n: i started writing this ages ago, but there were always other fics that needed to get done for a challenge/deadline, so it's taken me forever to finish and edit this. but i wanted to get it done before winter was over so here we are!! please enjoy some fluffy smut with our favorite lawyer daddy!!
The tip of your skate caught an uneven edge on the ice of the frozen pond, and you nearly fell on your face. It was only by the grace of Andy Barber’s quick reflexes that he caught you in time to settle you back on the blades of your skates. You glanced up at Andy, giving him a rueful smile.
“I told you I was out of practice,” you said, grimacing a little as your heart settled down from the panic you’d felt when you’d almost fallen. With Andy’s arms wrapped firmly around you, all you felt was safe.
It had been Andy’s idea to go ice skating together on the little pond in the woods behind his childhood home, where he’d practiced his hockey moves when he’d been a kid. He’d talked about it so fondly, and though it had been years since you’d laced up some skates, you couldn’t say no to the idea of learning even more about the man you loved.
When you’d arrived at the little pond, hidden in a copse of trees in the forest far from the town’s roads or walking paths, Andy hadn’t wasted any time before strapping on his skates and getting out on the ice. He’d looked like a natural, gliding around the ice in his dark pea coat, the skates an extension of his body as he propelled himself around the frozen pond.
You’d been just as content to watch him, marveling at the peaceful expression that settled onto his features, the slight pink tinge of his cheeks in the cold air. But after he’d taken a few turns around the pond, he’d noticed you hadn’t even started putting on your skates and he’d laughed before skating over to help you.
You’d stepped tentatively onto the ice, making a comment about the lack of the safety railings you’d remembered using quite a lot when you’d gone ice skating as a child. But instead of railings, you had Andy.
He’d held your hands, his arms steady and his blue eyes sparkling as he’d skated backward to guide you around the little pond while your body worked to remember the long-dormant skill of how to skate. Your legs, though wobbly and uncertain at first, had recalled the movements and you’d gotten a little more confident—perhaps too confident.
Chuckling at your little quip, Andy pulled you in closer, pressing you to his chest while he ducked his head. He nudged your nearly numb nose with his own until you were smiling with him.
“You’re doing better than you think, darling,” he rumbled, his hands sliding down to your ass and groping you through the thick, fleece-lined leggings you’d worn. “Besides, I don’t mind any excuse to keep you close.”
You felt his smirk more than saw it as he brushed his lips against yours in a teasing kiss, his beard tickling the skin around your mouth. When it seemed like he was going to pull away instead of giving you what you really wanted, you grabbed the lapels of Andy’s coat and pushed yourself up onto the toe picks of your skates, capturing his lips in a proper kiss.
Andy groaned happily, gathering you up in his arms and holding you pinned to his chest while he kissed you hungrily. The way his mouth moved against yours, devouring you, slipping his tongue between your lips, tasting like the frosty winter air, made you heat from the inside out. A throbbing, needy warmth spread from your core through the rest of your body.
When you finally pulled away, you were gasping for breath, the cold air prickling in your lungs as you gulped it down, little clouds puffing from both your mouths.
Andy’s blue eyes were darkened, like the winter sky after dusk, as he set you back down on the edges of your skates. He started skating backwards, towing you with him, still holding you as close as he could with his skates working slowly on either side of yours.
He moved around the little pond like it was second nature, like he knew every line and edge of the ice, and he was happy to take the lead for you. It was infinitely attractive watching Andy so competently navigate the ice, and being taken along for the ride with him was feeding the fire that was building beneath your clothes. You wanted, more than anything, for Andy to use his body in other ways, ways that were pleasurable for both of you.
“Don’t look at me like that, darling,” Andy rumbled, his voice dropping an octave from his normal register as he ducked his head and stared into your eyes. There was a sternness in the set of his jaw and the line of his mouth, but his eyes glittered with hunger.
“Like what?” you asked, going for an innocent tone, but your voice was far too breathy to pull off the act. You could feel the edges of your mouth flicker in a smirk, but managed to mostly maintain a blankly confused expression, even as your body ached for something only he could give you.
Andy’s hands groped your ass harder, kneading your soft flesh roughly enough that you gasped, arching your spine and pushing yourself into his greedy palms. He chuckled as you clung to the lapels of his coat, digging your skates into the ice to try to stay upright as a pathetic mewl left your lips.
“Like you can’t wait to get my cock in you,” Andy rumbled, pressing your body flush against his. Even through the layer of coats and clothing, you could feel the bulge in Andy’s pants and you shamelessly rubbed against it, making him grunt. “You wanna be my little snow bunny, darling?” he growled, a sharp grin on his face. “Want me to fuck you right here on the ice?”
A shiver of need raced down your spine, your body trembling in Andy’s arms. You were pressed so tightly to him, there was no way he didn’t feel it, and you were certain he had by the way his mouth spread in a wolfish grin.
But instead of agreeing with Andy, you pouted, looking up at him from under your lashes, and said, “I don’t know, daddy, that sounds kind of cold.”
Andy tipped his head back and laughed loudly, the joyous sound carrying up to the spindly branches of the winter trees. You couldn’t help but take the moment to admire your man—the line of his jaw, the smooth edges of his beard, the way the tendons of his neck shifted as he laughed. He was so handsome, you couldn’t stop yourself from burying your face into Andy’s neck, your cold nose pressing to his warm skin.
His laughter cut off in a wheeze at the feeling of your cold skin against his warm throat, but instead of pulling away, he brought his chin down to tuck you more securely into his body.
“Are you cold, darling?” he asked softly in your ear, his beard brushing against your temple and cheek as he nuzzled you. His hands shifted up and down your back, like he could warm you up through your thick coat.
It hadn’t been so bad when you and Andy had been actively skating around the pond, the weak winter sun and movement of your body keeping you warm enough. But since you and Andy had slowed, with him lazily towing you around the ice, the cold air had seeped in, filling you with chills. It was a cold that you knew would only be sated by some skin on skin contact with your man.
“Mhmm,” you mumbled into Andy’s throat, pushing closer to him in an attempt to steal his warmth. “Have you skated enough, daddy?” you asked sweetly, pressing a lingering kiss to his neck. “Can we go home?”
“Of course, darling,” Andy murmured, skating the both of you over to the edge of the pond where you’d left your things. “Let’s get you home,” he said, leaning back and catching your eye, mischief sparkling in the blue depths. “I have just the thing to warm you up.” He smirked and rocked his bulge into your belly, making your lashes flutter as you sucked in a gasp.
All you could do was nod dazedly while Andy chuckled.
Andy helped you off the ice, then sat you down on an old bench beside the pond, untying your skates for you and taking them off your feet before putting your boots on. You smiled softly at him, and he pressed a quick kiss to your mouth as he stood up and sat down beside you. He made quick work of trading his own skates for boots, your eyes catching on the expert way his fingers moved over the laces.
Grabbing your hand after packing up your skates, Andy guided you back through the woods to his car. The short trip home helped to soothe some of the chill in your bones as you relaxed into the luxury of heated seats. Still, there was the tension of anticipation thrumming between the two of you, and by the time Andy parked in the driveway, you were bounding eagerly from the car while he followed close on your heels into the house you shared.
You were barely inside, the door having just closed behind Andy, when he descended on you, kissing you fiercely while he stripped you out of your coat. But he didn’t stop there, pulling off his own coat, then his sweater while he toed out of his boots. You broke away from the frenzied kissing only long enough to pull off your own boots, and then he grabbed you, kissing you again and walking you backward, both of you shedding clothes as you made your way to the couch in the living room.
By the time you made it there, you were naked, while Andy wore only his boxer briefs. He sank down onto the couch, pulling you along with him and manhandling your body until you were straddling his lap. When your core brushed against the hot, hard length of him through his briefs, you moaned into his mouth.
“Daddy,” you whimpered on a pathetic mewl, pressing yourself down on Andy and grinding against cock, marveling at the way it twitched in response to your heated core.
You were dripping with so much arousal, you knew you were leaving a wet spot on his briefs, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Still, that didn’t stop you from picking up where you’d left off on the ice.
“So cold, daddy,” you whined, your voice breathy with need. “Need your cock to warm me up.” The corner of your mouth hitched up in a smirk and Andy kissed you there, his tongue licking the teasing curve and making you laugh softly.
There was a chill clinging to your skin even as your insides were burning up with need, and Andy’s hands roamed over your body to warm you up. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you kissed him desperately while you rocked against his bulge until you were whining pathetically.
Andy shushed you in between trailing kisses down your neck. When his teeth nipped at the spot at the base of your neck, where your pulse was thundering out of sync with the rocking of your hips, your head fell back so you were baring more of your throat to his mouth. Andy indulged you, his mouth suckling little love bites into your skin.
“You looked so pretty on the ice, darling,” Andy rumbled as he kissed his way down to your tits, bending you backward while he sucked one nipple into his mouth, drawing a cry from you. He made a pleased sound deep in his chest before torturing your other tight peak in the same way. “My little snow bunny,” he murmured into your skin, his tone low and reverent.
“Daddy,” you whined more insistently, riding his bulge harder as your need to be filled grew more desperate. Your hands wandered down the sides of Andy’s chest, stroking over his muscles, the dips and curves of his body that you knew so well. Your fingertips traced along the edge of his boxer briefs, snapping them against his skin hard enough to drag his gaze to yours. “Need you, daddy—please,” you begged, giving him your best pouty, pleading look.
“Alright, alright,” he growled, lifting his hips and pressing his cock against your sensitive core hard enough to make you moan. He was smirking as he pulled you in to lay against his chest and if you weren’t so wet and achy and desperate, you would’ve tried to wipe it off his face.
Instead, you waited patiently as he pushed his briefs down his thighs, your hands eagerly wrapping around his cock between your thighs. You hummed happily as you took him in your palm, stroking the silky skin covering his stiff length.
Andy groaned, his cock twitching in the tight circle of your fingers as he kicked his boxer briefs free from his legs. His hands grabbed big handfuls of your ass and guided you to hover above the tip of his cock.
“Ready for me, darling?” he asked, his forehead pressing against yours. The tips of your noses were still chilled from your ice skating excursion but the rest of your bodies were warm.
You smiled at Andy, locking eyes with him and basking in the emotions you saw swirling in their blue depths—eager hunger and tender affection. Your heart squeezed in your chest before warming along with the rest of you. Leaning in, you kissed Andy sweetly, showing him how you felt the same.
“I’m always ready for you, daddy,” you murmured against his mouth. You felt, rather than saw, the smile that spread across his face and you captured the sweet expression with your lips as you began pressing down on his cock.
Breaking away from Andy’s lips on a gasp, you moaned at the feeling of his cock pushing inside your tight channel. Your fingernails dug into the hard lines of his shoulders to keep yourself anchored to the earth while your head spun with pleasure. You’d never get tired of the feeling of him stretching out your tight hole.
Andy groaned, wrapping his arms tightly around you and burying his face in your tits. He licked and sucked at your nipples while you worked yourself down on his cock, gasping and moaning the whole time. It took a few minutes to fully seat yourself on his hard length, but when your ass pressed flush to his thighs, you both let out strangled sounds of pleasure.
“Feel so fucking good,” Andy rasped, dragging his teeth over your nipple and making you tremble in his arms. “I’ll never get enough of your cunt, darling.”
You made a happy sound as he leaned back into the soft cushions of the couch, pulling you with him to lay against his chest. One of his arms banded around your lower back to hold you pinned to his lap, his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy, while the other grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch. He shook out the warm, soft blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders, tucking you in against his chest.
“Now, just sit still on my cock, darling,” he rumbled in a deep, pleasure-soaked voice. “Let me warm you up while you keep my cock nice and warm in that sweet cunt of yours.” His hands skimmed over your body, chasing away the chill that lingered on your skin.
With a little whining huff, you spread your thighs wider and squirmed to get comfortable enough to sit on Andy’s cock for however long he wanted. When he grunted in pleasure at your movements, you pressed your face into the crook of his neck, hiding a smirk.
Placing one of your hands over the center of his chest, just above where his heart beat steadily beneath his sternum, you sighed contentedly. Feeling warm and safe, it was easy to let yourself relax and sink into the feeling of Andy’s hands roaming lazily over your body while his cock filled you up.
“Good girl,” Andy cooed softly in your ear as his fingers trailed down your spine. “Being so good for daddy.” He brushed a kiss to your temple, his beard tickling your skin and making you let out a happy little sound. “Love feeling your warm, soft cunt wrapped around my cock like this, darling—feels so good.”
You melted at his praise, your body going even more loose and pliant under the weight of his sweet words. Shifting your face, you pressed a kiss to the base of Andy’s throat.
“Am I your good little cockwarmer, daddy?” you asked in a soft, sweet voice, smiling into his neck.
“Yes, darling,” Andy answered immediately, squeezing you tightly in his arms. “You’re the best goddamned cockwarmer I ever could’ve hoped for.”
“Language, daddy,” you chided playfully, making Andy chuckle, the sound rumbling deep in his chest and reverberating through your body. More warmth and wetness gathered between your thighs, your need to move rising, but you managed to quell it and stay still.
“Thank you for going ice skating with me today,” Andy murmured in a soft, vulnerable voice that tugged at your heart. “I’m glad I could share that with you.”
Your breath hitched in your throat and your arms tightened around Andy’s shoulders until you were clinging to him with your entire body. “I had fun,” you said softly, raking your fingers through the hair at the back of Andy’s head until you felt him relaxing beneath you. “I’ll go ice skating with you whenever you want.”
“Even though you almost fell?” he asked, something tentative in his tone.
A laugh gusted out of you, more like a stuttering exhale than anything else. “You saved me,” you said, snuggling closer to Andy until you were pressed together as much as possible in your positions. “Besides, I liked watching you skate,” you said, telling him the truth. “You looked so handsome on the ice, I could barely believe you were mine.”
Andy squeezed you again. “I am yours, darling,” he murmured in your ear before brushing a kiss to your cheek. He nuzzled your face with his beard, making you giggle as it tickled your skin. “And you’re my little snow bunny—so cute and sexy in your coat and those leggings that made me want to grab your ass just like this,” he growled, his hands groping your ass and moving you enough for his cock to shift inside you, dragging a moan from your lips.
“Mm, daddy,” you whined, leaning back enough to look into Andy’s eyes. “I’m warm enough now, can I bounce on your cock?” you asked eagerly, rolling your hips in little circles to tease his cock where it was buried deep inside your pussy. “I wanna show you what a good little bunny I can be for you, daddy.” You batted your lashes at him, biting your lip to stop your grin from widening.
Letting out a husky chuckle, Andy loosened his hold on your body. “Go on then, let me see you bounce on daddy’s cock, darling,” he rumbled, leaning his head back against the couch and looking at you with his hooded, darkened eyes.
You didn’t need more encouragement than that, lifting yourself up until only the head of his cock remained inside before you slammed back down, both of you moaning loudly. The clap of your ass against his thighs was sharp and delicious and you needed to hear it again.
“Fuck, that’s it, darling,” Andy groaned, smacking your ass lightly before groping your soft flesh greedily while you rode his cock. “Be a good bunny and bounce on daddy’s dick.”
You braced your hands on his shoulders, the blanket he’d tucked around you falling to pool around your hips while you lifted yourself up and sank back down on Andy’s cock. You worked up your pace quickly, until your ass was slapping against Andy’s thighs, the sound filling the quiet living room along with your desperate, panting breaths.
You were both so on edge from Andy being inside you while you cockwarmed him that it didn’t take long before you were both approaching your releases. Your pussy was fluttering around Andy’s thick cock and you could feel the desperation in him from the way his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass.
The grunts and groans spilling from his lips only spurred you on to make you both come. Leaning forward, you brushed your lips along the edge of Andy’s beard on his neck, kissing his throat in the place where was extra sensitive.
“Gonna come inside me, daddy?” you purred in a sultry, pleasure-soaked voice, enjoying the way his cock twitched inside you at your words. “Gonna fill up your bunny and coat my womb with your seed, daddy?”
Andy groaned like he was in pain, his fingers digging even deeper into your ass as he took control, rocking you hard on his dick while he thrust up from beneath you. “Yes, fuck, darling, feel so good,” he grunted, his blue eyes glazed as he stared at the way your tits bounced with his thrusts.
You cried out, tilting your head back and clinging to his shoulders while he fucked you hard and fast, his hips powering up into you and spearing you with his cock so deep you felt like he was barreling against the very end of you.
“Please, daddy—daddy, please,” you babbled breathlessly, your mind too consumed by pleasure to say anything else.
The two of you moved faster together, fucking each other in a frenzy of passion, both of you chasing your releases until you were right on the precipice. You slammed down on Andy’s cock, grinding your clit against the base of him and suddenly you were hurtling over the edge. Your entire body went taut and then began to shake as pleasure overwhelmed you while you came.
“Fuck yes, good girl, good girl,” Andy groaned from beneath you, his hips bucking up and rutting into your soaking cunt while your inner walls clenched around his cock greedily. “Feel so fucking good, darling, you’re milking my cock so good—perfect cunt, perfect girl.”
You were still trembling through the aftershocks of your release when Andy shoved his cock deep into you and grunted his pleasure, his cock twitching in your pussy as he spilled rope after rope of come inside you. You moaned weakly, loving the feeling of his cock throbbing so deep inside you.
Finally, after long minutes of riding out the pleasure of your releases together, you collapsed against Andy’s chest. Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and his were banded around your back, both of you clinging to each other. Your bodies still writhed in a lazy rhythm as you eked out the last remnants of bliss together. Gradually, you came to a stop, each heaving a sigh of contentment as you melted together into the couch.
With Andy’s softening cock still inside you, his come leaking out, and a light sheen of sweat covering both your bodies, you were plenty warm. But it wasn’t long before a little bit of a chill worked its way down your spin.
Andy brushed kisses to your shoulder, your temple, your cheek—anywhere he could reach while you kept your face buried in his neck, dreading when you’d have to pull away to clean yourselves up and get dressed again.
Once you’d mustered enough strength, you leaned back to find his lips with your own, succumbing to the long, decadent kiss Andy gave you. His hands smoothed down your back, working to keep the cold at bay while your bodies settled, but when you shivered, he rumbled an unhappy sound against your lips.
Andy pulled away and dragged you up from the couch, towing you down the hall to the bathroom, where he helped you clean up. With a sweet kiss, he left you to finish up and by the time you padded out of the bathroom wearing nothing but the blanket he’d brought from the couch, Andy was busy in the kitchen making hot cocoa.
He’d put his boxer briefs back on, and you lingered in the doorway to the kitchen, admiring your man in all his broad-shouldered glory. Your heart warmed in your chest as you stared at him, feeling consumed by love and happiness.
Andy must’ve sensed your presence because he looked up, seeing your expression and giving you a lopsided grin before going back to heating up some milk and chocolate on the stove.
You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms and the blanket around him from behind. Pressing soft kisses to his chilled skin over his spine and shoulder blades, you waited patiently while Andy made the cocoa. The two of you stood like that, quiet and content with each other’s presences, while the smell of chocolate filled the room.
When he was done, the cocoa poured into two mugs and marshmallows were added, you shuffled together back to the living room together, your arms staying around his waist as you clung to him like a koala. He only chuckled, setting the mugs down on a side table before spinning in your arms to pull you down onto his lap on the couch. He tucked the blanket in around the both of you before handing you a steaming mug.
“Thank you, daddy,” you murmured sweetly, pursing your lips to blow lightly on the cocoa and marshmallows before taking a tentative sip. It was hot and rich and delicious and you leaned up to give Andy a kiss, the chocolate tasting even more delicious on his lips.
When you pulled away, Andy stared down at you fondly, cupping your face in his free hand and stroking his thumb over your cheek. He dropped a quick, chocolaty kiss to your lips before pressing his forehead to yours.
“Thank you for today, darling, it was perfect,” he murmured against your mouth. You smiled and felt his mouth curve in response.
“We can go again next weekend if you want,” you said softly, leaning back to look him in the eye. You wanted him to see you were serious.
The corners of his eyes crinkled the way they did when he was truly happy. “I’d like that,” he said, ducking down and kissing you again. “And after, I can warm you up with my cock inside you again.”
Laughing lightly, you nodded. “As long as I get some cocoa, you can do whatever you want to warm me up, daddy,” you said teasingly, licking chocolate from your lower lip and smirking when Andy’s eyes darkened as they tracked the movement of your tongue.
“That can be arranged,” he growled, drawing you in for a searing kiss that was hotter than the cocoa in your hands.
When Andy finally pulled away, you were hot and bothered and wanted his cock again, but he gave you a stern look and told you to finish your cocoa. There was a promise in his voice, though, that had you smirking.
You settled into his chest and drank your cocoa while it was still warm. All the while, you thought about how you and Andy could spend the rest of the winter day—and all of your ideas included ways he could warm you up.
The mission was long. And hard. And all you wanted now was a nice, long nap.
Steve had brought up this particular mission while you two were hiding in Manila. You always preferred the warmer destinations, even when you worked for SHIELD.
It was a simple mission - too simple in hindsight - the grab-the-file-and-get-out type.
"It's Austria," you sighed, again with the cold. "I know, sweets, but it's an ex-Hydra base. We gotta check it out, make sure they don't have anything they shouldn't."
You nodded, "When do we leave?"
"Wheels up in an hour."
When you landed in Austria, your mood soured quickly. There was a foot of snow surrounding the town, and you trudged through the snow to get to the safehouse - a mile away from the nearest town. You were staking out the safe house when the entire town lost power. No lights, no heating, no appliances. It was going to be a rough couple of days.
You bundled yourself in a coat and blankets while you and Steve went over what you knew. The old Hydra base had been abandoned for a while, but it was one of the few that hadn't been on SHIELD's radar due to the lack of activity in the area. It seemed that they had missed something. It seemed very active now.
You spent the first few days making sure no one suspected you were doing anything suspicious. You stocked up on firewood - making sure you would have enough, even if you ended up snowed in for a couple of days. You tried to get out to some shops, but with the three inches of snow in the local town, no shops were open. You hoped that there was some long-life food still left in the safe house.
When you set out, you silently prayed that the power would come back on by the time you had finished dealing with the agents in the bunker. You also thanked Tony for putting a heater in your suit as part of one of his routine upgrades. You weren't freezing your ass off as you broke into the base.
The bunker itself was powered by some self-generating form of energy - no doubt developed as a result of Loki's scepter in the hands of Baron Von Strucker. The bunker was still working at peak capacity when you and Steve waltzed in the building, guns a-blazing, looking for any signs they were planning something big.
The bunker clearly had been expecting you, launching a full assault on you as soon as you guys walked in. Agents flew left, right, and centre, throwing kicks and punches. The odd bullet was fired at your heads. They were good. But you were much better. You dodged each blow, retaliating with one much harder. They may have had power but it was amateur. You were a battle-hardened professional.
One guy was lucky. He took a baton to your ribcage while you were preoccupied with two other guys. Clearly, he hadn't learned to play fair. You threw the other two guys off you, kicking your assailant into the wall. A nasty crack was the end of him.
You left the bunker exhausted, gripping a nasty bruise that was forming over your ribs. Steve wrapped an arm around you, carrying your weight as you hobbled from the bunker. He abandoned the idea quickly, your height difference making the maneuver awkward. Instead, he wrapped his arms under your thighs, scooping you up bridal style.
You nuzzled into his chest, seeking out his warmth as the snow beat down upon you both. Steve was like a human furnace, his heat radiating through you, keeping you warm even in the hostile temperatures you found yourself in. He smiled down at you, gripping you tighter into his body as you retreated into the trees.
It was about 12 miles from the bunker to the safe house and Steve knew he had to get you both there before the blizzard really hit. There he could check your ribs for the extent of the damage. He prayed that the damage wasn't bad, guilt overtaking his mind. A few seconds of preoccupation on his part led to you being injured. Steve felt terrible.
He was also on high alert. There was no exfil team. They weren't Avengers anymore. They were on their own out here - even Nat wouldn't be able to get here in time if they were attacked.
The trudge through the snow was terrible. Frost covered your hair and his beard, and the chills were racking through your body with more frequency. The snow was seeping through your tactical gear, and given that night was fast falling around them, Steve picked up the pace.
More than once, you offered to walk alongside him, saying that you'd both be faster if you could run, but then an odd step would jolt your body and the pained gasp that would leave your lips was an answer enough.
By the time you reached the house, you had fallen asleep in Steve's arms. He kicked the door open with his toe - the key being a biometric scan of his eye.
You woke up as he sat you down gently on the edge of the sofa.
"Welcome back to the land of the living sleeping beauty." He chuckled as you threw your boot at his head. He caught it easily.
You almost swooned. Sometimes, you thought Steve showed off just to get a reaction out of you. You didn't mind - it was hot.
Steve shut the door with a click, kicking off his shoes by the door. You shivered. Somehow it was colder inside the house than outside. Steve grabbed your bag, throwing a pair of soft clean clothes in your direction, before grabbing some firewood and getting a fire started.
You limped into the bathroom, the coldness making your bones ache. You made quick work of your suit - throwing it into the bathtub, before toweling yourself dry. The wetness of the suit had chaffed at your skin, and the threadbare towel was doing nothing to help the soreness of your skin, but a little itchiness was nothing compared to the hell that would be a cold. Especially since you had no idea when you were getting out of here.
"The power's still out!" Steve called from outside the bathroom. You could tell he was leaning on the door frame, ever the gentleman, even in sub-freezing temperatures.
"Yeah, no shit sherlock." You mumble under your breath as you open the door.
Steve smirked, "I caught that." You gave him a sarcastic smile back. He passed you to go dry off, "No hot water, so I dumped my suit in the tub to dry." You said, leaning on the door frame to take in the picture in front of you.
Steve's usually prim and proper appearance was dishevelled, hair run through multiple times. His suit was half-unzipped, toned chest visible under the confines of the tight fabric. A spattering of hair grew on his chest - the result of multiple back-to-back missions. And, of course, being an internationally-wanted fugitive.
He gave you a nod of confirmation, before shutting the door. You turned around to be hit by a wave of warmth. In the time it took you to pull the skin-tight tac suit off your body - which, let's be honest, took quite a while seeing as it was soaked - Steve had managed to get a fire going.
You huddled close to the fire, pulling your legs into your chest and tucking your face into your knees. You stayed there while Steve stirred in the bathroom - the occasional grunt as he bumped into the things making you giggle.
You shuffled closer to the fire, trying to steal every ounce of warmth to warm your frigid body.
"Careful, doll, you might burn yourself." You looked up at him and smiled, reaching for him as he walked towards you. He sat behind you, arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You relaxed into his arms. This was nice. You needed to do this more.
He ran his fingers over your ribs, goosebumps following in his path. You winced slightly as he applied pressure. "Not broken." He whispered, hot breath ghosting over your ear. You shivered lightly.
Steve pulled you into a chair, before retrieving the first aid kit. He sat you down, before sinking to his knees in front of you. You clenched your thighs slightly, the action pushing your mind to filth. If Steve noticed, he said nothing. He rolled up your sleeves and your trousers, revealing a plethora of small cuts and bruises that littered your body. Steve made quick work of treating your superficial wounds, smiling sympathetically when you winced at the sting of antiseptic against the cuts.
He snuck a hand under your shirt, locking eyes with you in a silent request for permission. You pulled up your shirt, revealing the large bruise over your ribs. There was a red mark in the centre of the bruise where the pole had hit you. Steve gently wiped it with an alcohol wipe, before applying Arnica cream to the bruise. You watched him tenderly patch you up.
"I'm sorry." His words surprise you.
"What?"
"I should have been there. To protect you."
You scoffed, "In case it slipped your memory, you were preoccupied. It's not your fault."
He nodded silently, rolling your shirt back down. He started to pack up the kit, but you grabbed his arm, dragging him back to sit where you had been sat moments before.
"You're hurt too, Captain," you said, sinking to your knees in front of him in the same way he had. The effect you had on him was far more visible. His face blushed a bright red, and you smiled coyly.
You bandaged up the graze on his leg, hands lingering longer than they needed to. You pushed yourself off the floor and occupied yourself with the knots in his shoulders. The adrenaline made both your bodies tense, but while you had had the time to relax in Steve's arms, he hadn't had that same luxury.
You ran your fingertips over his shoulders, kneading the particularly tight parts. Steve let out a low groan in appreciation, resting his forehead on your stomach. The sound sent electricity through your body, heat pooling at the bottom of your stomach.
Steve's hands came around to rest on your thighs, pulling you closer into his body like he couldn't bear to be apart from you for even a moment.
You leaned to whisper into his hair, "It's not your fault, Steve." His hold on you only became tighter.
You stood like that for a while, your arms running up and down Steve's back while he convinced himself that you were fine.
He walked out back to grab more firewood, promising he'd be back in a few seconds. You smiled to yourself, fingers ghosting over your lips. The thought of kissing Steve was overwhelming, but you didn't want to push him when you weren't sure of exactly how he felt.
You had a pretty good idea though.
Ever since you had joined the Avengers, you had been close. But with the multiple near-end-of-the-world experiences, it never seemed like the right time to explore those feelings. Steve had always been affectionate, keeping close to you, both in public and private. He had bought you flowers regularly when you lived in New York, always remembered your birthday, protected you when Hydra agents and internet trolls attacked you. In return, you had stood by him in every fight that you could - you always had his back. He could count on that. When the dispute over the Sokovia accords had happened, you agreed with Steve - even if that meant you lost some close friends. In the years that followed, you had fought countless enemies side-by-side. Bucky sometimes joined you, Sam too. But for the most part, you two had become almost intimately acquainted.
You crept towards the kitchen, rifling through the cabinets for any long-life food that might have been kept there. You pulled a can out of the cupboard. Baked Beans. You pulled another can out of the cupboard. Baked Beans. And another. And another. And another. All beans.
Buried at the back of the cupboard was a single tin of Chicken Noodle Soup that was so out of date, the mold in it had probably bred a new organism. Baked beans it was then.
You heated the beans up in a pan, placing them over the roaring fire to warm them up. You huddled up to the fire again, chills wracking through your body, keeping the pan over the fire all the while. After a while, with the tomato sauce bubbling slightly, you pulled the pan away from the heat and stood up to serve it into the two cracked bowls that were left in the safe house. Tony had done a good job at emptying the safe houses after the end of the Avengers.
Your hands shook as you evenly distributed the beans. You could hardly bear to be this far away from the fire. You needed more layers, but your coat and your tac suit were soaked through, meaning you had nothing else to wear.
Your hands shook violently again as another shiver ripped through you. You tucked your hands under your armpits and raised your shoulders to cover your ears.
From the corner of your eye, you spotted something fuzzy draped on the edge of the sofa. Steve's jumper. He's been wearing it when he arrived in Austria but claimed that it was far too thick for him - immediately discarding it when you had entered the safe house. You didn't know how it had slipped your mind earlier.
You slipped it on - Steve hadn't lied. It was incredibly thick and cozy. And also quite large, dwarfing your figure, making you feel safe and warmed. You pushed up the sleeves and carried the bowls to the floor in front of the fire.
You noticed an extra pair of Steve's socks tucked into the front of his backpack. You quickly stole them, slipping them onto your feet. You were grateful that Steve was an over-packer.
You crouched back in front of the fire, pulling the jumper over your knees, balancing your bowl on your kneecaps.
You heard Steve before you saw him. He was carrying a pile of firewood in his arms and grumbling about how 'the stupid snow got in his boots and now his socks are wet'. You giggled.
"Glad you find my torment funny, sweets." He said, his eyes still trained on the wood in his eyes, "How would you feel if I got trench foot, and was benched for-" He stopped abruptly.
You looked up at him. His gaze was trained on your body, eyes darkening by the second.
"You shouldn't have done that, sweets."
Your face breaks into uncertainty. Maybe you had completely misread the situation. Maybe Steve only wanted to be friends.
The way he grabbed your face, though, told you differently.
He stooped low to cradle your face in his hands. He placed small kisses all over your face, pecking you like a bird would its food.
"You're mine." He whispered between each one. The declaration made heat pool in your stomach and you couldn't help but laugh. You grabbed his face with your hands, and pressed your lips to his, gently at first. Steve ran his tongue against your lips, begging to be let in.
You moaned as his tongue explored each and every part of your mouth. You could feel him getting harder every second that passed and that only spurred you on.
"Steve," his name fell from your lips like a prayer, "please."
He picked you up and you let out a soft gasp.
"You like that, sweetheart?"
You nodded, words cast from your mind. He chuckled, lust colouring his tone as he shuffled you in his arms.
"Makes me feel safe." You whispered, nestling your head into his shoulder. "Like it when you carry me."
He smiled and laid you on the sofa gently. He pressed deep and sensual kisses on your lips, large and warm hands caressing your body.
You arched your back as he ran a knuckle over your nipple. You were hopelessly horny, begging for friction.
"Tell me what you want, baby."
"You. Only you." You whimpered.
"Where do you want me?"
"Everywhere. Please, Steve." You were begging. Steve's eyes lit up.
"Want me to love you, pretty baby?" Steve said, dragging his fingers up your sides.
"Steve, please!" You were close to tears.
He pulled your panties down, fingers slipping in between your wet folds.
"Fuck, darling, you're making a mess." You shuddered, moans spilling out from your lips. He pulls his trousers down, dick curling into his stomach.
"You ready, sweetheart?"
You nodded in response.
"Good." He slid into you gently, your walls stretching to accommodate him. He groaned, head tossed back in pleasure.
He was bigger than you had thought - you grabbed his bicep as he brushed your g-spot.
“S’big Stevie." You whimpered, "M’all full.”
"Yeah baby? You like that?" His hands came to rest on the bulge in your stomach.
The pleasure exploded like a million fireworks in your stomach. He started moving, setting a brutal pace, pushing in and out of you. His cock brushed your g-spot with every thrust, and soon enough you were seeing stars.
"Love it, Stevie! Please don't stop!" He drilled into you, muttering sweet praises.
The coil in your stomach tightened with each thrust. “M’not gonna last.” you whimpered softly.
“S’okay baby." He praised, "Come for me, pretty girl."
You came with a silent cry, shuddering as a wave of arousal washed over you. Steve rode out your orgasm with you, before pulling out. He stood up to head to the bathroom, but you grabbed his hand and pulled him down onto the sofa. You sank to your knees in front of him, again, and licked a stripe from the base to the tip of his cock.
"You don't have to do this."
"I want to."
You placed a kiss on the tip of his cock before taking it in your mouth and sucking on it. You wrapped your right hand around the base of his cock and used the other to massage his balls. Steve drew a sharp breath in above you. You wrapped his hand around your hair, giving him permission to fuck your face. He grabbed your hair tightly and fucked up into your face, choking you with the brutal pace that he set.
"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum," Steve said, slightly relaxing his pace as he moved to pull out. You pushed your face further onto his cock.
Ropes of his cum coated the back of your throat as he came with moans of your name. Your eyes welled up as your throat filled with his seed. You swallowed it, much to Steve's surprise. He pulls you into his lap, before carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up.
You settle on the sofa in his lap, kissing lightly over and over again.
You turn your head to the fire. "Shit."
"What?" Steve looked at you in concern.
"The food. S'gone cold."
He burst into laughter, resting his forehead on your shoulder. He placed a small kiss on your shoulder. You could get used to this.
summary: your best friend takes you out for a valentine's day friend date that ends with the two of you cuddling in a hotel room—and discovering you've both been hiding feelings since the day you met.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut with lots of fluff, dry humping, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (sunshine, baby), valentine's day smut/fluff, friends to lovers, love confessions
word count: 5k
a/n: here's my entry for Suz's Blind Date Writing Challenge hosted by @targaryenvampireslayer!! my trope was only one bed and my prompt was “I’m going to fucking ruin you.” i struggled a bit to keep it under the word count max 😅 but i'm really happy with what i ended up with!! i hope y'all enjoy some lovey dovey fluffy dirty filthy valentine's day smut!! ♡♡♡
A boisterous laugh bubbled up your throat and spilled from your lips as you tipped your head back, letting the joyous sound fill the small elevator that carried you and your best friend, Steve Rogers, up to the eleventh floor of the hotel. It was Valentine’s Day and, for the first time you could ever remember being on the holiday, you were happy.
Steve’s thick bicep wrapped around the back of your neck and he tugged you into his taller form until you were tumbling against him. Your hand came up to press against his abs so you didn’t faceplant into the broad expanse of his chiseled chest, still laughing.
You could hear his own laughter joining yours to fill the otherwise empty elevator, and felt it reverberating through the thin cotton of his nice dress shirt as his chest shook with humor. His stomach muscles contracted a little, and he let out the barest hint of a wheeze when you pressed more firmly against his stomach, reveling at the realization he was reacting to your touch.
Your laughter died out sooner than your best friend’s, and you were left pressed against his chest, his arm hooked around the back of your neck, your face tilted up to look at him.
As you stared up at Steve, you were struck all over again by just how handsome he was. Silently, you thanked all the stars for aligning and bringing him into your life. Or maybe you should’ve been thanking Natasha Romanoff, who’d taken you under her wing in your first week working at Stark Industries. She’d been the one to introduce you to Steve, along with Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson, all of whom had become your friends.
But while you liked Nat, Bucky and Sam, you’d been drawn to Steve, the two of you hitting it off right away; it wasn’t long before he’d become your best friend in New York City. Steve was the one you called when you accidentally locked yourself out of your apartment, or when you needed someone to go to the movies with you. He was always there for you, making you laugh and making your life better.
At some point, whether on the day you met or since then, you’d fallen in love with your best friend, but you didn’t know how to tell him. You didn’t want to lose him, so most of the time, you ignored your feelings for Steve. After all, he never seemed like he wanted to be more than friends. It hurt, but you knew you’d be more unhappy without him in your life at all.
No matter who was responsible for bringing Steve into your life—whether it was Nat or the stars—you were just thankful to have a friend like him.
“C’mon, sunshine,” Steve said when the elevator dinged and the doors began to open. His arm slid down your back, taking your hand in his and towing you into the hallway. “Our room’s just up here,” he said, glancing down at you and giving you a warm smile. “You’re gonna love the view.”
It was that smile that had been your undoing. If you really thought about it, you knew you’d fallen in love with Steve the first time you saw him smile at you. It was that warm and perfect, making your heart melt.
His smile was also the reason you’d agreed to the Valentine’s Day friend date Steve had suggested. When he’d learned you’d never had anyone to celebrate the holiday with, since you’d either been single or long-distance around February 14th, he’d been devastated on your behalf. It hadn’t taken much more than Steve’s smile and some puppy dog eyes to get you to agree to the friend date.
As you followed Steve down the hallway to the room he’d booked, you thought back on the night. He’d showed up at your apartment with a heart-shaped box of chocolate and a bouquet of pink roses, looking so handsome it had taken your breath away.
His blond hair had been swept away from his face, and he wore a nice, sky blue button-down shirt that brought out the ocean color of his eyes. He was also wearing a black peacoat, slacks and nice shoes, and you couldn’t help yourself from thinking he looked as handsome as a movie star.
Once you’d put the roses in water, Steve had whisked you away into the brisk February night, taking you to dinner in a romantic restaurant where he made sure the champagne kept flowing throughout the meal. All through dinner, he’d kept you laughing, feeding you bites of his food when you looked on jealously at what he’d ordered. At one point, he’d even laced your fingers together on the table, holding your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It had been a deliriously romantic night, with Steve taking you to get ice cream for dessert, wiping some from your lower lip with his thumb while his darkened blue eyes stared deeply into yours. The moment made your heart thump when it happened, and all over again when you remembered it.
But the moment had ended before anything more-than-friendly could happen, and Steve had taken you to your final destination of the night: the hotel. Steve had said he wanted to cuddle and watch movies together before falling asleep in the luxuriousness of a hotel room.
You’d assumed that Steve meant you’d each be falling asleep in your own separate hotel beds, but when he opened the door and ushered you into the room, you sucked in a surprised gasp.
There was only one bed.
To your even greater surprise, Steve didn’t seem shocked or outraged that the hotel must’ve messed up his reservation. He just moved around the king-sized bed to the window, throwing back the curtains and revealing the view of the East River and the southern tip of Manhattan.
“Now that’s a view, isn’t it, sunshine?” he asked, turning to you with an easy, expectant expression. He must’ve splurged on the Downtown Brooklyn hotel room, because the view was gorgeous.
You followed him automatically to the window, your mind still racing over the fact that there was only one bed in the hotel room, but you were thankfully distracted by the sight before you. The city was all shadows and glittering lights, and you couldn’t help but smile as you looked out the window.
“It really is beautiful,” you admitted.
Steve slid in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he fit himself perfectly against your back. You felt yourself relax, soothed by his strength and his closeness. For a long moment, the two of you looked out over the city you both called home, enjoying the quiet of the hotel room together.
“Are you having a good Valentine’s Day?” Steve asked in a soft tone, his breath brushing past your cheek.
“Yeah,” you said on an exhale, your voice dreamy. But then you remembered the bed situation and you must’ve tensed a little, because Steve hummed in encouragement for you to go on. “Steve,” you said, hesitantly, not knowing how to voice your question. Eventually, you decided to just blurt it out. “There’s only one bed—are we both sleeping here?”
Steve was quiet for a moment before he chuckled quietly, his chest rumbling against your shoulder blades. “Of course, we’re both sleeping here, sunshine,” he murmured, ducking down to brush a kiss to your cheek. His lips were warm against your skin and something bloomed low in your belly. “We’re gonna cuddle and fall asleep watching movies—we don’t need two beds for that, do we?”
Your best friend’s voice was low and husky and you had to stop yourself from shivering. Suddenly, the idea of sleeping in the same bed as Steve was exceptionally appealing. “I guess not,” you whispered, your uncertainly slipping away entirely when he squeezed you in his arms.
“I have another gift for you, sunshine,” Steve said, spinning you in his arms so you were staring up into his handsome face once again. He had a sly smirk on his lips that made you throb between your thighs, but you ignored your body’s reaction. “It’s hanging up in the bathroom.”
With one last squeeze, Steve set you free and pushed you gently in the direction of the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, there was a babydoll night dress hanging up, a pair of matching panties in a small bag on the counter—all in exactly your size. The fabric of the dress was so soft and comfy, covered in little pink hearts, making you realize it must’ve been part of some Valentine’s Day collection. Your heart thumped at the thought of Steve buying you pajamas to sleep in, and picking out something you loved so much.
The counter of the bathroom was also filled with all the products you’d need to go through your nighttime routine, and a smile curled the corners of your mouth. As quick as you could, you stripped out of your dress, changed into the pajamas and washed your face. You sped through your skincare routine, eager to get back to Steve.
Before you exited the bathroom, you took a moment to admire yourself in the mirror. The babydoll dress hugged your curves in all the right places, cupping your breasts as generously as a lover’s hands, the soft fabric clinging to your hips and barely covering your ass.
You looked so sexy in the night dress, you almost couldn’t believe your best friend had been the one to buy it. But you couldn’t wait to show it off for him, so you skipped eagerly out of the bathroom, stopping short when you found Steve laying on the bed.
It seemed Steve had taken the time you’d been in the bathroom to get comfortable himself. He lay in only some navy blue boxer briefs and a threadbare white t-shirt, highlighting the firm mucles of his thighs and biceps. You let your eyes roam shamelessly over his form, drinking in the sight of your golden god of a best friend sprawled on the massive bed in all his glory.
When your eyes finally made it back to Steve’s face, your gaze clashed with his. Heat flared in your body as you watched his blue eyes rake down over your chest and hips and legs. His gaze darkened as he looked at you, something like hunger twisting in his expression.
“Look at you,” he murmured on an exhale, almost sounding awed. It took a moment for Steve to gather himself, his throat working and his jaw grinding as his eyes savored all your bare skin and curves. Finally, his gaze returned to yours and his mouth spread in a warm smile. “Knew you’d look gorgeous, sunshine,” he said, holding out a hand for you to join him on the bed.
You climbed onto the fluffy down comforter, holding back a smug smirk when Steve’s eyes dropped to your tits before he forced himself to look back at the TV. You settled onto some pillows at Steve’s side, far enough away that you weren’t touching him. You didn’t know what he meant by cuddling, and you figured you’d leave it to him to decide how close he wanted you to be.
“How’m I supposed to cuddle you when you’re all the way over there?” Steve asked on a frustrated huff. Not even waiting for your answer, he scooped you up and deposited you sprawled half on top of his body. Your head and torso lay across Steve’s firm chest, your leg hooked over his thigh.
Before you could even try to pull away or adjust yourself to be more comfortable, Steve trapped your bare leg between his thick thighs. His arm banded around your lower back, holding you pinned on top of him.
“That’s better,” he rumbled, grinning down at you while his blue eyes sparkled in the dim light of the hotel room.
Suddenly, you were excruciatingly aware of every inch of your body that was pressed against his. He was so…hard. Everywhere. So strong and firm, compared to your smaller, softer body. And he was so warm, so overwhelming, and you felt so aware of him. You could even feel the hair on his legs tickling your skin. Warmth was curling through your body, and a delicious ache throbbing to life between your thighs.
Raising your head to meet Steve’s gaze, you were momentarily distracted by the smug smirk curving his mouth. His lips looked so soft, so inviting…
Realizing you were staring at your best friend’s mouth, you stiffened, flicking your gaze to his eyes, which were glimmering with new humor.
“Are you sure about this, Steve?” you asked in a shaky voice.
A slow smile spread across your best friend’s face and you could feel something low in your core twisting in response, a restlessness thrumming beneath your skin.
“What, sunshine?” he teased, his voice dropping low and his tone turning suggestive. “You worried you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?” He waggled his eyebrows at you.
But instead of laughing at his silly teasing, you felt yourself frown. You were very much worried that something was changing between you and Steve, that you were creeping closer and closer to the line between friendship and something more and you weren’t sure if he was taking it seriously or if it was just a game to him.
At your unhappy expression, Steve sobered quickly, his face going serious. He slid a finger beneath your chin, holding your gaze steady on his while he stared deep into your eyes.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asked, his gaze roaming over your face like he was trying to read your thoughts in the lines of your expression. “Ya gotta tell me, sunshine.” His voice was low and pleading and it cracked your heart wide open.
Were you uncomfortable? You felt like you couldn’t pull in a proper breath of air, your head filling with more bubbles than the champagne you’d shared with Steve at dinner. Your body was so hot, despite how little clothing you wore, and it felt unbearably good for so much of your soft, plush body to be pressed against Steve’s firm, muscled one. No, you weren’t uncomfortable—at least, not in the way Steve meant.
“No,” you whispered, your answer barely more than an exhale. “Steve, I…” You tried to put your thoughts into words, but it was like trying to catch a bubble in your hand, every time you thought you knew what to say, it burst and you were left speechless.
It only got worse when Steve began stroking your cheek with his thumb, his palm cupping your face so gently it made your heart stutter in your chest. Following your instincts, you nuzzled into your best friend’s hand. You were pressed so close together, you felt as much as heard his sharp intake of breath, even over the quiet chatter of the TV.
“Sunshine, sunshine, my sweet sunshine girl,” Steve crooned. He tilted your face and dragged you closer so he could press a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose.
Your eyelashes fluttered closed briefly, opening when he pulled away, and you stared deep into his beautiful blue eyes. Something told you that both you and Steve had skipped over the line, abandoning your friendship and running straight into the realm of something more.
But you knew, from the way he looked at you with his eyes softened and sparkling, and his mouth curved in a small smile, that he was with you. He was holding your hand as you raced far away from friendship.
Holding his gaze, you turned your head enough to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. Then you faced him again, staring at Steve and willing him to take the next step with you.
“You keep looking at me like that, baby, and I’m gonna be the one who won’t be able to keep my hands to myself,” Steve warned, his voice low and gruff.
Your eyes went heavy-lidded at the implication of his words, the corners of your mouth flickering in a smile. As you stared at him, your tongue darted out, wetting your suddenly dry lip. Steve’s eyes closed and he groaned softly.
When his eyes opened again, his gaze was hungry, ravenous, and the muscle in his jaw twitched as he gritted his teeth through barely leashed desire. “I didn’t bring you here for this, sunshine,” he bit out, almost sounding angry, which only made you smirk and his eyes to flash at your reaction. “If you want me to stop at any time, you just tell me, okay?”
“Uh huh,” you muttered, your nose bumping against Steve’s as he towed you up his chest until your lips were close enough your breaths mingled together. When you wet your lip again, it brushed between the seam of his mouth. He tasted like chocolate ice cream and champagne. “I don’t want you to stop, Steve,” you whispered against his lips.
A feral sound tore from Steve’s mouth as he flipped you onto your back, his hips settling heavily between your thighs, something hard pressing just right against your aching core, making you gasp.
“Christ, baby,” Steve growled, his nose sliding against yours and his lips ghosting over your mouth like he was barely holding himself back from devouring you. “D’you know how long I’ve waited to have you exactly like this—to take you out and treat you like you deserve to be treated and then get you underneath me.” His arms dug between your body and the bed, holding you crushed to his chest, while you lay beneath him, holding your breath. “I’ve been half in love with you since the day we met, sunshine.”
Your mind spiralled at Steve’s confession, your breaths coming in fast, gasping pants. Flicking your eyes between his, you were shocked to find he was serious. It was the most serious you’d ever seen your best friend, his expression hardened with resolve, an edge of hunger in his gaze as he stared down at you. When you didn’t respond, he went on.
“If you want to stay just friends, you gotta tell me now, sunshine,” Steve gritted out, pushing up to hover a little bit further above you so he could see your face properly. “Because if you let me kiss you—if you let me fuck you—I won’t be able to go back to being just friends.” His eyes were shining with emotion, and there was a thread of desperation in his tone as he spoke. “I’ve waited too long for this, I want you too much, please tell me you want this too, baby.”
“Steve.”
It was all you could manage for a long moment, the two of you staring at one another. You knew you were on the precipice of getting everything you’d always wanted and though it scared you a little, the idea of lying to Steve scared you more. So you opened your mouth and told him the truth.
“I want this,” you whispered, reaching for him. Steve’s eyes fluttered closed when your hands dove into his soft blond hair and he groaned when your legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs, pulling his bulge against your core more firmly. “I’ve wanted you since that first day, too, Steve,” you confessed, towing him back down until his mouth brushed against yours. It was then that you whispered your deepest, darkest secret, the one you’d never told anyone else.
“I think I’ve loved you ever since I met you.”
Steve’s sharp curse was silenced as his lips sealed over yours. Your best friend kissed you like he was dying and the only cure was on your lips, in your mouth. His tongue licked between your lips, delving inside your mouth to tangle with yours, exploring you thoroughly, plundering your body as he rocked his hips into your throbbing center.
Steve kissed you until your lungs were burning and when he finally pulled away, it was only to trail even more kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Your hands roamed down his back, diving beneath the hem of his t-shirt so you could feel his smooth, burning skin beneath your fingertips.
“Fucking hell, sunshine,” Steve growled into your neck, sucking on a spot at the base of your throat that drove you wild. “I’m going to worship you the way you were meant to be worshipped,” he rumbled, rolling his hips to grind his hard length between your thighs, wringing desperate cries from your lips. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.” Then his lips found yours again.
It was softer than you expected after his half-feral words, his lips pressing to yours like you were something meant to be cherished. His mouth moved against yours with wordless devotion, his tongue slipping into your mouth to slide against yours decadently, making your body thrum with pleasure. It was the sweetest torment, your entire being needing more.
When he broke away, Steve let his forehead rest against yours, his blue eyes staring deeply into yours while he rutted into your body. Your legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs helped you meet him thrust for thrust, the two of you writhing together with your clothes still on. You were so wet for him, you could feel yourself leaving a wet spot on his boxer briefs, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
“Steve,” you cried on a gasp, your fingertips digging into his spine beneath his shirt, trying to pull him closer, trying to bury yourself inside his rib cage alongside his heart. “Steve, please!” you begged, not even knowing what exactly you were asking for, only knowing he was the only one who could give it to you.
Groaning, Steve’s eyes fell closed, his hands beneath your body holding you just as tightly, like he never wanted to let you go. “Fuck, baby, keep moaning my name,” he rasped, his tone thready and desperate. “You’re making me so fucking hard.”
Even though you could feel the evidence of his hardness between your thighs, pushing between your sopping folds with every roll of his hips, hearing him say it made your desire ratchet higher. Sliding your hands down Steve’s back, you started pushing his boxer briefs off him, pausing a moment to cop a feel of his perfectly firm ass, pulling a low moan from him.
“Need you,” you huffed, trying to push his briefs down further but you couldn’t reach, and he wasn’t stopping the intoxicating rocking of his hips to help you. “Steve, please—please, I need you inside me.”
The whining whimper of your voice must’ve pierced through the haze of Steve’s arousal because he stilled, capturing your lips in a searing kiss with his hot, hard length pressed into your soft pussy. When he pulled away, his hands seemed to be everywhere, ripping his shirt over his head then pulling your panties down and your babydoll night dress off.
Steve’s eyes went pitch black when he saw you fully bare for the first time, his heated gaze raking down your body like a caress. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sunshine,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
The warmth of delight at his compliment flooded through your chest, making your heart thump, but then the incessant ache between your thighs reminded you of what you needed. Carding your fingers through Steve’s hair, you grabbed him and pulled him up until he covered your body with his own.
When he finally pushed his briefs down his thighs and off, settling between your legs, you let out a contented sigh that devolved into a moan. You could feel the velvet-wrapped steel of his cock against your most sensitive place and you wrapped your legs around him, grinding yourself against your best friend while he hovered above you, watching where your bodies were pressed together.
“Christ, sunshine, ya feel so fucking good,” he muttered, his eyes closing and his jaw muscle twitching as he ground his teeth together. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was fierce and hungry. “Need to be inside you but I gotta ask first—you want me to use a condom?”
“Nuh uh,” you said, holding his gaze as you shook your head slowly. “Want you inside me bare, Steve.” You knew you were being a little reckless, but you were on birth control, you’d been tested and you trusted him, which you told him.
“You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” he rumbled, ducking down and kissing you before you could answer. As his lips slid against yours, one of his hands reached between your bodies and he fisted his cock, pressing the tip against your entrance.
When Steve started pushing inside you, you broke away from his mouth on a gasp. “Steve!” you cried, clinging to his shoulders. It was all you could do to lay beneath him, your thighs trembling as his stiff cock stretched out your tight hole and made room inside your body for your best friend.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your neck as he slid inside you, burying himself so slowly you could feel every inch of him. “Taking my dick so well, sunshine—being such a good girl, so good for me,” he mumbled, kissing down past your collarbone to take your nipple in his mouth and lave the sensitive bud into a tight peak. “Christ, ya feel like heaven.”
With a final thrust forward, Steve buried himself inside you entirely and you were connected—as close as two people could be. A sob tore free from your throat, getting Steve’s attention immediately.
He pushed up, his face turning slightly panicked when he saw tears rolling down your cheeks. “What is it, baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, desperation thick in his voice. “Did I hurt you?”
“I’m so happy,” you blubbered, turning your face to hide in your shoulder. But Steve wasn’t having any of that. He gripped your chin firmly and gently turned you back to look at him. You had to blink a few times for his expression to come into focus.
“I love you, sunshine,” he said, his voice as serious as the expression on his face. “You’re my best friend and the love of my life, and I hope you know you’ve made me the happiest man alive tonight.”
“Steve,” you sobbed, grabbing his face you pulled him down to kiss you. It was a messy kiss—the salt of your tears stinging your bee-stung lips, and your teeth knocking against Steve’s—but it was perfect. When he pulled away, you murmured against his lips, “I love you, too.”
“Thank fuck,” he huffed on a relieved exhale, making you giggle. A grin spread slowly across his face and he rolled his hips, turning your giggle into a filthy moan with just that one movement. “God, I could listen to the sounds you make all fucking night, sunshine,” he growled as he set a slow pace with his hips, fucking you in long, deep thrusts that had you seeing stars.
“Yes, Steve, please,” you babbled, responding more to the way he was fucking you than to his words. He shifted, bringing his knees up and planting them into the bed for more leverage. In the new position, he could drive his cock deep into your cunt, hitting a spot inside you that made you scream. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
Steve chuckled against your lips. “Don’t worry, sunshine,” he rumbled, his tone warm and teasing and just a little strained with his own arousal. “I told you I was gonna fucking ruin ya, and I always keep my word.”
He slipped his hand between your bodies, fighting for space when you were pressed so tightly together, and his thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles. You were so worked up, it was all you needed to send you over the edge of your release, and you came with a shout. Your arms clung to Steve’s shoulders, hands digging into his thoroughly mussed hair and holding on as you succumbed to the pleasure.
Steve rutted into you for a few more thrusts before the rhythmic clasping of your body tipped him over the edge, too. He grunted loudly into your neck, his hips twitching and his cock throbbing deep within your body as he spilled inside you.
You and your best friend sagged into the soft down comforter together, not a single inch of your bodies not touching as you lay entwined on the only bed in the hotel room. You laughed a little to yourself remembering how unsure you’d been when you’d walked through the door—and how much had changed since Steve had picked you up that evening.
Before Steve could crush you with his heavy weight, he rolled to the side, taking you with him and keeping your bodies locked together. Steve dug the remote out of the tangle of the blankets and pillows on the bed, and you settled in to watch a movie together, snacking on some Valentine’s Day candy Steve had stashed in the room.
You and Steve couldn’t get enough of each other that night, celebrating Valentine’s Day by finally letting your love free and basking in it—over and over and over again. By the time you fell asleep, fully sated and exhausted, in Steve’s arms, you realized he’d been right. He did ruin you. In the best possible way.
summary: you visit former captain america-turned-baker steve rogers at his bakery because he's been busy with valentine's day orders and he has something important to ask you.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut with lots of fluff, valentine's day fluff, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), squirting, breast/nipple play, piv sex, creampie, cockwarming, overstimulation, teasing, begging, dirty talk, daddy kink, breeding kink with actual breeding, praise kink, slight captain kink, pet names (love, kitten, baby), aftercare, multiple orgasms, established relationship
word count: 5k
a/n: ahh i wanted to post this like last week because it's supposed to be set a couple weeks before valentine's day, not one week before valentine's day. but whatever!! just imagine this is taking place in late january! also this chapter was supposed to be a little bit of a break from the breeding kink/trying to get pregnant journey but it's me so... 🤷🏼♀️ anyway i think the next chapter will be when steve and reader find out she's pregnant and i'm very excited to write that (plus all the pregnancy sex), so don't worry, it's happening!!!
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The bakery where Steve Rogers—former Captain America-turned-baker based in Brooklyn—worked tended to get busy for Valentine’s Day weeks in advance, and the extra work meant he’d already started coming home late. You hadn’t seen him at all in a few days, your schedules failing to align, and you missed him.
Steve must’ve been missing you, too, because that day he’d left a message for you asking you to visit him at the bakery around closing time. It had been so long that just hearing his voice on your phone’s voicemail had been nice, and you’d spent the rest of the day extremely excited to see him.
You were bouncing with eagerness as you pushed in the door of the bakery, waving at Arnie Roth, the man Steve had hired as the manager so he could focus on baking. Arnie gave you a friendly smile and waved you on toward the back where the kitchen was. Then he turned back to the gaggle of young women he was trying to convince to leave so he could finish closing up.
You overheard him telling the women they weren’t going to get a glimpse of the former Captain America because he wasn’t in the bakery and ducked your head to hide your smile as you rounded the counter. A chorus of disappointed sounds nipped at your heels as you walked quickly into the industrial kitchen, something inside your chest settling when you saw Steve’s familiar form hunched over one of the metal work tables while he prepped an early Valentine’s Day order.
Pausing just inside the doorway, you took a moment to appreciate the sight before you. The kitchen was still warm from the ovens, and it was spotless save for the small mess Steve had made baking a couple dozen mini heart cakes for the order he was working on. The scent of sugar and frosting and rich vanilla cake filled the air, making your mouth water just a little.
The baker himself was hunched over a tray of mini cakes, his biceps bulging the sleeves of his white t-shirt as he worked a piping bag, adding a deep red frosting to the sweet treats. His shoulders were so broad, you had the urge to walk over and drape your arms over them, then cling to Steve like you often did when you found him baking at home in your apartment kitchen.
Instead, Steve paused, seeming to sense your presence or your eyes on him. You knew it was more likely to be his heightened super-soldier senses than intuition alerting him to your arrival, but you liked the idea that he was so attuned to you, he could sense the minute you stepped into the room.
“Hey, kitten,” Steve rumbled, lifting his head enough to throw you a charming grin over his shoulder. His blue eyes were sparkling with joy at seeing you, his soft lips framed by the brown scruff adorning his handsome face. He looked good enough to eat and, all of a sudden, the last few nights going to bed without him—without his arms holding you tight or his firm body pressed up against your much softer one—caught up with you.
Desire and need thrummed beneath your skin as you smiled back at your man, holding his gaze while you stripped out of your winter coat and scarf, tossing both on an empty table before sashaying over to Steve. You took great pleasure in the way Steve’s mouth went slack and his blue eyes darkened when he saw what you were wearing.
Since it had been a few days since your paths had properly crossed, you’d decided to dress up a little—putting on a tight black dress that hugged all your curves and always made Steve go a little dumb when he looked at you. You smirked to yourself at his reaction, especially since he didn’t even know yet that the dress was the only thing you were wearing besides your shoes.
“Y’know, you have a fan club out there, captain,” you purred as you slid up next to Steve. Pressing your tits against his arm and pushing up onto your tiptoes, you murmured in his ear, “A whole group of girls who came in just for a glimpse of the former Captain America.” Your hand roamed unabashedly over Steve’s chest, making him shudder when your nails raked over his abdomen.
Quick as lightning, Steve dropped the piping bag next to the cakes he’d been decorating, and turned to grab your hips in his big hands. Slowly, almost like a predator, he spun you around and walked you backwards until your back was to an empty work table. With ease, Steve lifted you up to sit on it, stepping between your legs when they fell open for him, his strong hands kneading the soft flesh of your hips and thighs through the thin fabric of your dress.
“I hope Arnie got rid of ‘em,” Steve growled as he pressed forward, his chest brushing against yours and making you shiver. His face hovered close to yours, so close you could feel his breaths brush against your lips. He was teasing you mercilessly, and it was having the desired effect on you, your body warming as arousal pooled between your thighs.
“Arnie did get rid of them,” a voice said from the doorway to the kitchen and you gasped a little, having forgotten for a moment that you and Steve weren’t alone in the bakery.
Arnie stood in the doorway, looking like he was trying not to laugh and you had to smother a giggle in Steve’s shoulder. Steve, on the other hand, nodded his thanks to his employee.
“And I locked up,” Arnie went on, turning to leave with a friendly wave. “You kids have fun,” he called before disappearing out of the kitchen.
A moment later, you heard the side door to the alley slam shut and finally looked up at Steve, heat filling your cheeks. It wasn’t the first time Arnie had caught you and Steve kissing in the bakery, but even though your man hadn’t actually kissed you yet, it still felt like the naughtiest position you’d been caught in with him in his place of work.
“Arnie deserves a raise,” you said, willing the heat to drain from your cheeks as you slid your arms around Steve’s shoulders. Leaning into the super-soldier’s broad chest, you pushed your soft tits against his firm muscles, warmth stirring again in your core.
Steve’s hands smoothed up your sides from your hips, his thumbs teasing the undersides of your tits before continuing to roam all over your body while a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Arnie already makes more than any bakery manager in the city,” he pointed out, his voice a little distracted as his hands groped your hips and ass. His thumbs stroked over the curves of your breasts again, catching your nipples and making your breath hitch.
Darting forward, you nipped at Steve’s jaw, breathing in the smell of him—all fresh-baked bread and woodsmoke and a hint of sugary frosting. “Yeah,” you said on a breathy exhale, taking a moment to lick at the corner of Steve’s jaw where a muscle was popping while he ground his teeth in barely leashed desire. “But think about how much he’s going to have to do once the baby comes, captain.” You pressed your smile into the underside of Steve’s jaw, nuzzling his neck. “You’re gonna wanna make sure he’s very happy.”
Steve’s hands had stilled on your body and he cleared his throat. “Are…” he started to ask, his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly.
You knew what he was going to ask, so you didn’t need him to finish his question to answer. “Not yet,” you said quickly, pulling back and giving Steve a small apologetic smile. “But soon, I’m sure of it.” Your words were a little tentative, but still hopeful.
“Me too, baby, me too,” Steve muttered before his lips found yours.
Steve’s kiss still affected you even after so much time together, and all thoughts about Arnie’s raise and the fact that you weren’t pregnant yet fled from your mind. Instead, you sank into the feeling of Steve’s lips moving against yours, the slide of his tongue into your mouth, the push and pull of the dance you both knew so well.
Steve kissed you until you were breathless, your mind blissfully blank and floating in a haze of desire. When he pulled away, you smiled dreamily up at your man, grateful he was able to kiss away your worries and leave you feeling buzzy and excited for more.
“This isn’t why I wanted you to come here,” Steve groaned, giving you one last peck before stepping away and walking over to a tower of trays filled with racks of pastries that were either cooling from the oven or setting after they’d been decorated. He pulled out a small baking sheet holding something you knew would be delicious.
Walking back to you, Steve set the tray next to you on the work table, stepping back between your legs while you stared down at the heart-shaped brownies covered in chocolate frosting and red, white and pink heart sprinkles.
Your eyes lit up and you looked at your man. “Are these for me?” you asked, adding a little extra surprise and delight to your voice. You couldn’t stop the smile that was pulling at the edges of your mouth even if you’d wanted to.
“I know I’ve been busy, but I wanted to ask you something, baby,” Steve said, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands holding your lower back so he could pull you closer.
Your body pressed flush against his, your soft chest to his firm one and your heated center finding the bulge in the front of Steve’s jeans. You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes going heavy-lidded as you waited for Steve to go on and ask what he was going to ask so you could jump him after.
“Will you be my valentine?”
Whatever you might’ve thought Steve was going to ask, it wasn’t that and his question startled a surprised laugh out of you. Leaning back, you looked up into his handsome face, and while Steve was smiling, you could tell he was serious, and was waiting for an answer.
“Of course, Steve,” you said, a little breathlessly, all teasing and pet names forgotten as your heart warmed inside your chest. A big smile pulled across your face as you titled your face up while you leaned back into him. “I’m always your valentine,” you murmured, laughter as light as champagne bubbles warming your tone.
Steve’s face softened nearly imperceptibly with relief, a smile flickering at the edges of his mouth. “I didn’t want to take it for granted,” he murmured before ducking down and dropping a sweet kiss to your lips. “Besides, this might be our last Valentine’s Day together as a family of two, and I wanted it to be special.” He straightened and held up one of the brownies from the tray, watching eagerly as you took a bite.
The rich taste of chocolate exploded on your tongue and your lashes fluttered as a pleased moan slipped past your lips. You savored the bite as you chewed and swallowed, and when you managed to open your eyes, it was to a look of pure hunger on Steve’s face, his blue eyes dark and intent on your mouth.
You only glimpsed his expression for a second before he was ducking down, licking chocolate frosting from your upper lip, a groan rumbling in his chest as he tasted you. Then he was deepening the kiss, his mouth working against yours like he wanted to devour you whole. In that moment, you wanted exactly that—for Steve and his desire to consume you.
“Taste so fucking good, love,” Steve rasped, retreating to feed you another bite of the brownie while he hovered close. He watched you savor that bite, too, his eyes going dark. Finally, he growled, “Gimme some sugar, baby,” before diving back in to take your mouth in an even deeper and headier kiss. His tongue fucked your mouth like you wanted him to fuck other parts of your body.
Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you held the super-soldier close as you rocked your dripping core against his bulge, feeling yourself growing even wetter between your thighs. Still, it wasn’t nearly enough to sate the burning need pulsing through your body.
“Daddy,” you cried when Steve broke away to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. His lips were so soft, but his teeth were unrelenting as he nipped at the spot beneath your ear, making your entire body tremble in his arms. “Need you,” you whispered in Steve’s ear, hands carding through his soft blond hair and trying to drag him back to your mouth.
Steve had other ideas, though, as he dragged his lips down from your neck to the plush softness of your tits. He hooked his fingers in the low-cut neckline and pulled the front of your dress down, baring your breasts to the cool air of the kitchen. A moment later, he wrapped his hot mouth around one of your nipples, sucking it until it hardened into a tight peak. Groaning against your skin, Steve laved at the sensitive bud with his tongue, making you shiver and moan.
“Have I told you lately how much I love your tits, baby?” he rumbled, dragging his mouth and coarse beard across your chest to give your other nipple the same treatment as the first, making you cry out as he worked it into a stiff peak. “Can’t wait until they swell and fill with milk,” he muttered into your soft skin.
Steve pulled back enough to look up at you, watching as you tossed your head back and moaned to the ceiling while he groped your supple tits and pinched your sensitive buds. You were burning with desire, your fingers clinging to Steve’s shoulders as you moaned and writhed beneath his expert hands. Your chest was heaving, but you could feel the grin on Steve’s face when he dove back against your chest, licking and sucking on your nipples.
“Gonna worship your milky tits just like this, kitten,” he groaned, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking hard on the tight peak, sending a spike of pleasure straight to your clit, making you throb and moan. “Gonna drink from you until daddy’s full of your sweet milk, baby.”
“F-fuck, daddy,” you whined, grinding your core against Steve’s thick bulge through his jeans. You were far past desperate for him and his filthy words were only making you hotter, needier. “Please fuck me, daddy, want your cream,” you begged in a high, keening voice. “Want you to make me a mommy, daddy, please!” Your hands dropped to his jeans and scrabbled at Steve’s belt, but he batted them away.
“Not tonight, kitten,” he rumbled, steel in his tone that sent a delicious shiver down your spine.
Ignoring your grasping hands, Steve lowered himself to his knees between your legs. Pushing the skirt of your dress up and spreading you open wider on the table for him, his eyes went pitch black and his mouth twisted in a smirk when he saw what was—or, rather, wasn’t—between your thighs.
“No panties, love?” he asked in a deep, rumbling tone that had you dripping even more for him. He pressed a lingering kiss to the inside of your thigh before looking up and catching your eye. “Were you hoping daddy would play with your needy kitty tonight, baby?” he asked, a little bit of teasing in his voice. “Wanted daddy to fill you up with cream in my bakery after hours?”
“Ye-yes, daddy,” you whimpered, planting your hands on the table behind you, the cool metal feeling nice against your warm skin. Spreading your legs wider for Steve, you stared down at him as you whispered, “I’ve missed you.” Your confession hung in the air between you for a moment, dragging Steve’s attention away from where he’d been dragging kisses up the insides of your thighs.
His blue eyes shimmered with emotion as he looked up at you. “I’ve missed you, too, my love,” he murmured in a raspy, gravelly voice before leaning up and pressing a sweet kiss to your belly through your dress. He nuzzled your softness while you clung to his head, your fingers carding through his hair.
You stayed like that for a moment, basking in the physical intimacy both of you had been missing. It was exactly what you needed, and Steve let you hold his head against your belly as long as you wanted, but soon the thrumming need of your arousal broke into the sweet moment and you squirmed.
Steve chuckled, pulling back to look down at your core, already sopping wet with your arousal. A pleased rumbling sound came from his chest as he nosed closer to your dripping center.
“Missed this, too, baby,” Steve rumbled, pressing a sweet kiss to your pussy like it was your mouth. He dipped his tongue shallowly between your folds, making your breath hitch in your throat. “Been so busy filling up this pretty cunt with daddy’s cream, I haven’t gotten to eat you out nearly as much as your precious kitty deserves.”
Your fingers clung to Steve’s head as he worked his tongue deeper between your lower lips, swirling around your dripping hole until you were moaning brokenly, your thighs trembling beneath his steadying hands. Steve groaned as he tasted your arousal straight from the source, the sound reverberating through your body and making you shudder in pleasure.
“Christ, you taste so fucking good.”
“Daddy,” you cried, the word half whine, half sob as Steve continued teasing your pussy. He was taking his time, lapping at you with the flat of his tongue as he dragged it through your sensitive folds, stopping just short of your clit. “Pl-please, daddy, I need—I need…” Your desperate pleas trailed off on a broken moan when Steve finally wrapped his lips around your clit and suckled on the throbbing bud.
“Don’t worry, kitten,” Steve rumbled, a grin in his tone as he pressed deeper into your cunt, his voice muffled against your skin. “Daddy knows exactly what you need.” He brought his hand up, sliding two of his fingers into your fluttering hole and making you cry out. “Ya need daddy to play with this needy button, don’t you baby?” he asked, sucking on your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of you. “Need daddy to fuck this greedy hole with his fingers, huh?”
You’d barely gotten used to the feeling of Steve’s two fingers inside you when he added a third, stretching you out and making you moan loudly in the deserted kitchen. When he sucked your clit again, harder than before, his tongue flicking your swollen bundle of nerves, your arms gave out and you slumped down on the metal table, unable to hold yourself up any longer through the force of the pleasure Steve was wringing from your body.
Steve chuckled at the dull thump your body made as you collapsed on the table, pressing his smile against your folds while he lapped at your wetness. He used your new position to push your thighs up, folding you in half and baring your pussy even more to his mouth.
You were spread wide open for Steve, and he took plenty advantage, diving into your cunt like a starving man, licking and sucking and nipping at your clit while he fucked your hole with his three fingers, curling them inside you until you were seeing stars on the ceiling of the kitchen, your lewd moans and breathy cries filling the empty bakery.
Steve’s mouth was too busy to talk dirty to you, but you were too far gone in the pleasure he gave you to listen anyway. All you could do was cling to Steve’s hair and babble mindless sounds of bliss as you felt his scruffy jaw rasping against your sensitive folds while he abused your clit and fucked your pussy.
Your release was a ferocious thing as it rose up within you, and you were helpless to it, trying to hold on as long as you could while Steve’s relentless mouth and driving fingers worked you closer and closer to the edge. When he pressed his fingers against that spot inside you and rubbed you ruthlessly, you were lost to the pleasure he offered.
White hot ecstasy shot through your body, all of your muscles pulling taut and your mouth opening in a silent scream as you came. It seemed to last long minutes, though it was no doubt only a few seconds, and then you were crashing back into your body, your arms and legs shaking, breathless cries of pleasure tumbling from your lips.
And all the while, Steve kept his mouth and his fingers on your pussy. He stretched your hole with his plunging fingers, his tongue flicking your clit mercilessly while you sobbed through your release. He was groaning his own satisfaction, sucking your juices from your cunt like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
When you began to settle, Steve didn’t stop—he barely slowed his unrelenting treatment of your pussy, seemingly determined to wring another orgasm out of you in quick succession with the first.
It was almost too much, the overstimulation melting your brain as even more intense sensations flooded through your body. It was a sharp, jagged, almost painful kind of pleasure ricocheting through your body; it had your heart racing and your legs trembling. Your hands in Steve’s hair couldn’t decide whether to push him away or pull him closer.
It didn’t matter, because Steve wasn’t going anywhere unless you told him to stop, and since the word didn’t fall from your lips, he kept eating your cunt and fingering your hole until you came again. The wet noises of his fingers in your sopping pussy were loud in the kitchen, joining the messy sounds of his lips sucking on your clit, and your babbling, mindless cries.
To your surprise, Steve worked his fingers inside your body in just the right way that you felt yourself erupt like you hadn’t in a long time. It had been a while since Steve had made you squirt and it dragged a surprised gasp from your lips as you tumbled into oblivion, barely noticing the way Steve groaned happily, digging his face into your cunt to drink down your release eagerly.
The pleasure and intensity of your second orgasm were so intense, you blacked out for a brief second, coming back around to Steve finally easing up on your pussy. His fingers had slowed inside you and his tongue was gentler on your throbbing clit as he lapped up your wetness. You heaved a sigh of relief as you realized he was helping you come down from your intense release.
With a final, greedy suckle on your clit that made you twitch and cry out, Steve stood up, looming over your boneless body. He looked down at the absolutely wrecked state of you—slack, pleasure-filled expression and all—with a smug smirk. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your chest, right over where your heart was still beating wildly in your rib cage.
“Did you enjoy your treat, valentine?” he asked, looking far too pleased with himself. His smug expression and his ability to still use his limbs while you were a shaking mess made you want to tease him.
“Yes, daddy,” you answered sweetly, going on before he could say anything else, “But I still want you to pump me full of come, captain.”
Your eyes went heavy-lidded and your lips curled in a smirk of your own when Steve’s gaze darkened, his smug expression contorting into one of hungry desire. Wanting to push him further, you gathered your still trembling legs together, hooking your arm behind your knees to hold yourself bent in half, your pussy on display for his glittering blue eyes. Dipping your finger into your wet heat, you watched as Steve’s gaze fixated on your dripping cunt.
“C’mon, daddy,” you taunted in a soft tone. “Don’t ya wanna make me a mommy?”
A growl tore from Steve’s chest and he bent over you, hauling you up and over his shoulder, making laughter bubble out of you, filling the bakery while he carried you into his office. It wasn’t until he set you down carefully on his desk and put the tray of brownies down next to you that you realized he’d swiped them from the kitchen as well.
Steve sank into his office chair, a rickety old thing that looked half as old as he was, with his darkened blue eyes fixed on you. He held your gaze as he undid the button and fly of his jeans, pulling out his cock and giving it a few quick strokes.
“Ya want me to make you a mommy, huh, baby?” he asked, hooking his free hand behind your knee and slowly tugging you to the edge of his desk. “Why don’t ya come sit on daddy’s lap, kitten, I’ll fill you up with all my cream until I’ve put a baby in that belly of yours.”
You didn’t need more of an invitation than that to slide off the desk and stand on shaky legs to move and straddle Steve’s lap. With his help, you eased down on his cock, moaning breathlessly as his stiff length sank into your warm, dripping pussy. Steve’s head fell back against his chair, a loud groan falling from his lips while you ducked forward, kissing and sucking on his neck.
“Ohh, big stretch, kitten,” Steve rumbled, his big hands holding onto your lush hips, helping you impale yourself on his hardness.
A breathy laugh ghosted out of you and against the underside of Steve’s jaw, unable to stop yourself from reacting to his ridiculous joke. In retaliation, you nipped at Steve’s ear, though that only made him chuckle. In the next moment, both your laughter turned to moans as you sank down the rest of the way on his cock.
For a long moment, the two of you sat together in Steve’s old desk chair, the metal squeaking every so often in protest, and savored the feeling of being connected. Steve’s hands stroked up and down your back, caressing your thighs, kneading the tension from your neck, anything to ensure he kept touching you. All the while, you melted into his chest, sucking hickeys into his neck that you knew Arnie was going to tease him for the next day.
“Tonight was supposed to be a break from this,” Steve murmured into your hair before brushing a kiss to your temple. “I didn’t want you worrying about getting pregnant or getting me off.”
Grumbling, you sat up, pausing for a moment as Steve’s cock shifted inside you, letting your mouth fall open on a breathy whimper as you basked in the pleasure of his hardness stretching out your tight hole. Then you refocused on your man.
“I’m not worrying, Steve,” you told him, your tone firm. You cupped his handsome face in both hands, thumbs stroking over his scruffy cheeks, and stared deep into his eyes, making sure he knew you were serious. “I know we’ll get pregnant when it’s meant to be,” you said, fully believing your words as you spoke them. “And I like getting you off,” you went on, a smile tugging at the edges of your mouth. Leaning in, you let your lips brush over Steve’s. “In fact, I love riding your cock, captain.”
When you pulled away, Steve’s expression was soft with adoration—enough that your heart skipped a beat and your sly smile turned shy. “I love you,” he said, his tone matter of fact, like there wasn’t anything in the world that could be truer.
Your smile deepened. “I love you, too.”
Both of you leaned in at the same time, your mouths meeting in a kiss that was as sweet as it was fierce. Steve’s arms banded around your waist and he held you pinned against his chest while he fucked up into you, swallowing your breathless moans with his kisses.
It didn’t take long for Steve to find his release with the way he was using your body, but he managed to wring another orgasm from you before pumping you full of his come. You trembled in his arms, your body exhausted from the full day you’d had and the pleasure Steve had given you.
While you recovered, Steve kept you on his lap, you body keeping his cock warm while he fed you more of the brownies he’d baked for you. Between bites, you caught up with each other, telling Steve how your last few days had been, before he filled you in on how the Valentine’s Day orders were going.
With the sugar rush from the chocolatey treats, you fucked Steve again in his desk chair, riding his stiff cock slowly and decadently, both of you taking your time together. Your whole body was shaking from the effort of bouncing on Steve’s cock by the time you came again, kissing your man while he drained his balls into your womb.
The two of you collapsed into Steve’s desk chair, which creaked so loudly you were surprised the old thing didn’t fall apart beneath you. You laughed into his chest, and he joined you, chuckling while you caught your breath together.
Hugging you tightly with one arm around your lower back, Steve tilted your face up to his, dropping a kiss to your lips. “I love you, valentine,” he murmured, nuzzling your face lightly.
You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face. “I love you, too, captain,” you purred as you reached up and grabbed Steve’s face, pulling him closer so you could slant your lips to his. “Now, gimme some sugar, daddy.”
Your laughter and Steve’s chuckles were muffled as he kissed you, the taste of his Valentine’s Day brownies on both your lips.
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Summary: You and Paul take an ‘adults’ only trip to Mexico. Sun, sea…and all the other things beginning with S…
Warnings: Bad Language, NSFW (18+)
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained within, bar the reader and any other OCS that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Reblogs are fine and are my jam, baby.
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A/N: Okay, so… i know I said by end of the month but I realised that’s not that long off so…here it is. Remember, Part 3 will be the Paul Diskant entrance for mine and @spectre-posts Kinktober
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Part 1
When feeling returned to your bodies, the pair of you collapsed into bed as the sounds of the ocean at night lulled you into a deep sleep. The next day was as promised, sun, sand, laziness. Around lunch the two of you returned to the villa and with snacks in hand, fell asleep together sharing the macramé hammock on your deck.
Before dinner, you face timed again to check in with the kids who gleefully told you all about their day at the pier with Grumpy and Nanny. Connor won Jack a new teddy, Jack unfortunately won another fish but Paul's parents just seemed so happy with them both and Woody was doing just fine being a good guard dog.
“So Batman has his Robin, huh?” Paul snorted as the pair of you both laughed at how Jim explained he’d been forced to go back to your house and deposit him in the tank in Jack’s room.
“I was hoping he’d miss,” Jim snorted, “but we also realised next time you wanna do this we can just come to stay at yours. Don’t know why we didn’t do that this time round. Would be the most logical thing to do…”
"Change in scenery wasn't going to kill them, Pop.”
“Hmmm more like you wanted them to trash our house so you didn’t have a mess to clean up.”
Dot laughed, "I wouldn't leave it like that."
Jim rolled his eyes as Paul laughed, “it was an adventure for them. Camp Grumpy, remember? You know they love coming to stay with you guys.”
"How's Jack behaving?” You asked.
“He’s been fine.” Dotty assured you. “They both have. We’ve had a few small little squabbles but nothing major. And they’re sharing a room. We heard Jack crying on the first night but just as Jim was heading across the hall to get him, he saw Jack take himself over the landing and crawl in with Ceej. And that was it.”
You smiled, the news having warmed your heart. Your eyes welled up as you glanced at Paul. He winked at you before he looked back at the screen. “They love each other deep down.” He smiled. “Well, we gotta go get dinner. Let us know once they’re handed over tomorrow and we’ll call Nick and Maria.”
"You got it," Big Jim nodded.
You missed the goodbye between Disco and his parents as you'd gone to slip into your dinner dress. It was a casual affair, so you slipped into a backless linen halter dress, black and long.
You heard Paul shuffle into the room and two large hands fell to your hips, bearded lips kissed your neck from behind.
"You look beautiful." He whispered in your ear.
"Thank you.”
“Gimme five and I’ll be ready.” He kissed your cheek and then moved to pull his outfit from the closet.
You headed down the stairs and waited for Paul there, looking out across your patio at the beach. Your mind flashed through your entire life together and it made you emotional. The love you felt for this man, a man who absolutely worshipped you and desired you daily was indescribable. Sometimes, you felt unworthy of such a love, of such a man. But most times, you kept in the forefront of your mind how lucky you were.
And a reminder of just how lucky, was permanently on display through that now well faded, but still visible, scar on the left side of his neck.
He'd made this trip all about you, the two of you. Not rekindling of romance, as your relationship had never lacked on that front, but it was certainly unearthing the connection the two of you had that had somewhat been set aside with work and parenting. Now, as you waited in the warm evening air, you decided that after dinner you were going to make the evening about him. You knew each and every trigger Paul had that would arouse him, make him putty in your hands and it all started from that mark, that reminder of so much in your lives.
He disturbed your thoughts as he walked out onto the balcony, dressed in a pair of khaki coloured chinos and a short-sleeved black button down
“Well hello Stud," you smirked.
“Mrs Diskant,” he winked, his hand outstretched, “let’s eat, babe.”
You held hands as you walked along the plank board walkway through the outskirts of the jungle and towards the main lobby. You dined along the sand that night, the beach lit by Tiki torches and thatched roof coverings over the tables. It was local fare, a combination of Caribbean and Mexican flavors. You shared wine over your meals and when you were through, you walked along the rolling tide back to your villa.
Paul opened the door and then stepped aside, letting you in first, his hand falling to the bare base of your back. When you heard the click of the lock, you turned on your heel and looked at your husband. Your eyes roamed his frame, his thick, muscular and broad shoulders filling out that button down. You stepped forward, closing the gap between the two of you. Your fingers touched his collar and dragged along the buttons of his shirt. You plucked the top two and whispered, "find a spot to sit", as you worked the rest of his shirt open.
A flick of his eyebrows and a smirk made sure you knew he’d understood as he backed up to the soft sofa along the edge of the room. You untied the halter of your dress while you stalked toward him, the garment falling to the floor as you stepped out of it. Your eyes were locked on his as you kneeled between his legs.
He said nothing, merely watched you as you slid your hands up and over his toned thighs. You worked his belt loose, popping the button open to his chinos and slid the zipper down along its teeth.
"Lemme take care of you, huh, Stud?" You said with a rasp.
Paul’s large hand curled softly around your face, “as long as I can repay the favour.”
Your hands worked at him, pulling his waistband away from his skin while the other dipped into his boxers and wrapped around his hardened cock. You pulled him free with a gentle twist and tug of your wrist. Your lips enclosed around the tip of his dick and you sucked. You glanced up, his eyes still locked on yours as he gave a soft murmur and a sigh of delight. Hollowing your cheeks, you swallowed his shaft as your free hand cupped his sac.
His right hand rest on the crown of your head, the other gripped at the cushion of the sofa.
You played with him as you sucked him down, rolling his balls in your palm. You bobbed your head and sucked with the hollow of your cheeks, your tongue laving against that vein on the underside of his dick. Your breasts bounced a little as you sucked him off, your knees on the floor of the villa.
“Jesus, baby…” his hips tilted gently, “fuck…so good.”
You hummed around him, careful to find the balance of not too little but not too much so you could claim your prize above; his scar. You knew, of course, just how far you could push him. How could you not after all those years together?
His fingers gripped your scalp through your hair, blunt nails running along your skin. He was close so you backed off and rose to your feet. He watched you, a little v between his eyes as he pouted at the loss of your warm mouth. But he didn’t protest, instead he merely waited.
As you began to take a knee to either side of his hips, your fingers pushed against the open collar of his shirt. You lowered yourself into his lap as he shifted to remove his button down. His hard cock nestled between your folds, moistening him with your arousal.
“Baby?” He questioned softly, his hands on your hips.
"Hmm," you leaned forward to kiss him, his face in your hands. He kissed you back, eagerly, thick swipes of his tongue against yours.
You rolled your hips, sliding your folds along his dick. You pulled back and kissed his jaw, along the cut line of bone toward his ear and down his neck. Your tongue licked at the dip above his collarbone before finding your mark. You kissed the skin tenderly at first, then ran your tongue along the raised shape of his scar.
“Shit…” his neck strained as his fingers dug into the flesh at your waist. His hips jolted upward a little, a groan slipping from his swollen lips.
"You feel that, huh, Stud?" You whispered against him.
He swallowed, a little nod of his head to show you he did. Your left hand cupped his chin and turned his head a little to his right, exposing his neck more. Your lips covered the scar and you sucked at the mark like you had just done to his tip.
You felt a rumble in his throat as his body trembled beneath you, his hips pushing up again as he rubbed against you. His tip hit your clit and you whimpered. Reaching between the two of you, you brought his dick upright so you could slide him right into your aching hole. All the while your assault on his skin with your lips never ceasing.
“Fuck, fuck…” he chanted as he rolled upwards into you, “sweetheart…”
"Yeah, baby," you hummed, "right there, Stud."
“I can’t…” he groaned, “can’t…I need…”
"Give it, baby," you titled back.
He looked up at you, and in a flash you found yourself on your back, the cool floor of the villa beneath you, as a surprised squeal escaped you.
“Jesus…” Paul gripped your hips as he pushed back into you, his hand sliding down your legs to wrap them round his waist.
Your back arched off the floor as he thrust into you. "You better fuck me hard," you managed.
His reply was simply a growl. "Fucking tease me like that, fuck Sugar," he grunted, “you’re such a fucking minx at times…”
Now you chanted profanities as he railed you. His eyes were blown black as he stared you down. He groaned as he pounded into you, his hands placed flat on the floor either side of your head. His hips snapped and snapped, and you could feel every inch of him inside you. Over and over he hit that sweet spot, and you were fast building towards cuming.
“Come on, Sugar…” he almost snarled through his teeth, his jaw twitching as a sheen of sweat covered his brow, “come on…come on…”
You knew he was struggling to hold back.
"I'm... So.... Oh shit," you cried out.
“Oh, god…fuck, fuck…” he practically roared as he came, the pair of you lost in the throes of your bliss.
He collapsed over you, barely missing a crush to your frame as he rolled to his side, taking you with him. The pair of you couldn’t talk, instead you laid there, drawing in ragged breaths.
When you could finally move, Paul pulled you to your feet and grabbed your clothes. You showered together before collapsing into bed.
*****
The morning of your spa day, you found yourself delightfully cuffed to the driftwood headboard as Paul had his breakfast between your legs. You were boneless when he finished, and your spa day only further added to your blissful relaxed state.
The day nearly spent in luxury pampering, the two of you returned to your villa for a nice, long, deep nap. And when you woke, you wanted to do nothing but lie in bed and listen to the beach and jungle surrounding you.
"Can we just have room service?" You asked Paul as he lazily drew circles up and down your spine, your face led against your forearms.
Propped up in his palm and elbow, Paul spoke, "I'm fine with that, but I was looking forward to the tasting...."
“Oh…I forgot!” You giggled.
"That relaxed, huh, Sugar?"
“Mmmhmmm.” You hummed.
"Good." Paul kissed your shoulder. "I'm gonna shower, want to join me?"
You grinned, “to save water, right?”
"Dur..." He sniggered.
“Okay…but you’re gonna have to help me up.”
He smirked, "with pleasure."
You were quickly in his arms as he carried you bridal style to the open air shower.
There was nothing more than a little bit of kissing and a lot of laughter, and soon after you were both heading towards the main part of the resort, ready for your evening activity before your dinner.
The mezcal tasting was a lovely private affair, just the two of you on an air conditioned little hut with thematic decor and a gentleman from Tulum, expertly scholared in Nakawé Mezcal. You both enjoyed it thoroughly, and left a little buzzed and slightly peckish but not fully hungry following the snacks and sides you’d had during the tasting to accompany the drink.
So, you had tacos, small in size and loaded with fish and shrimp in the street style manor as you sat in the sand and ate. You were nestled between Paul's legs, beer each on either side of his knees, stuck in the sand. The waves rolled along the shore as a dark sky was nearly settled overhead. The stars were out and you just sat there, together quietly. Then you thought of something.
"This reminds me of our early dates. We used to get the corn dogs or hot dogs from the pier and a couple of drinks and sit on the sand."
“Yeah…” Paul chuckled, “both of us living with our parents, working all the shifts we could, raking in the rookie overtime.”
You smirked but he couldn't see, however, you turned your chin toward him to speak, "I adored our early days, but I love this life now."
“I wouldn’t change a second of any of it, babe.”
"Me either."
You nestled back against his chest and the two of you stayed that way for quite a while. His hand gently ran up and down your arm as he drank his beer with the other. You had no idea how much time had passed, but eventually you were forced to concede you needed to move for high tide was close as the water reached your toes.
Paul rose to his feet, and offered you his hand to pull you to your feet.
“Can you believe we only have two more days," you sighed as the pair of you began to walk towards your villa.
“I know…but we’ve had fun. And we’ll do it again.” He squeezed your hand. “Maybe not here but somewhere.”
"Maybe the next one is in winter..."
“Yeah, you got somewhere in mind?”
"Whistler?"
“Yeah?”
"Could be fun." You shrugged, "in another five or so years." You then chuckled. "This one cost us a fortune, gotta save again."
“We don’t do it often, I just wanted something special for us. But, we’ll get somewhere alone again before five years is up. In the meantime, I was thinking…maybe we could take the boys to Disney. Florida, I mean.”
"Great idea, Jack's just big enough."
He nods, “I know we have Disneyland a little more local but…well, I like the idea of the different parks. We can go for a fortnight, get a villa…bet Mom and Pops would come.”
"Probably mine too."
You reached the villa and Paul led you inside.
“Which is good…”he grinned, “as it’s on tap babysitting so we can sneak away.”
You smirked. "I love you, Disco."
“I love you too.”
"You wanna take me to bed or take a break?"
“Is that a rhetorical question?”
"Legitimate one..."
“I always wanna take you to bed…but I also know I might have worn you out.”
You sighed. "A little," you lowered your chin shyly.
Paul’s finger gently tipped your face to look at him. “Then we can sit out with a beer, and then curl up and fall asleep.”
"Okay," you said softly. "I'll go change."
When you came back in your sleep shorts and cami, Paul was on the balcony. He smiled, passing you to change quickly himself. Soon after he was back, a pair of shorts and a tee nestled on his frame. It was an easy night, the pair of you sat out until the early hours talking and laughing before you both headed to bed. There, you curled up next to him, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as you closed your eyes
*****
The two of you were bathed in morning sunlight from the open wall, the glass having been slid open by Paul before bed. Today saw your last adventure trip, a day in the Gran Cenote. A continental breakfast awaited you and Paul, delivered once again to your room while you readied for the day's trip.
You slipped into a rather cheeky one piece while Paul wore a different coloured pair of the same trunks he'd had all trip. A single backpack with sunscreen and essentials was all you needed and you'd quickly charged Paul with carrying it. You slipped your old LAPD SWAT cap over your head and pushed your aviators up your nose, following your handsome husband out of the villa and to the awaiting Jeep.
Through the jungle they drove you to the spot where the opening of the Gran Cenote sat and after some rules, and a hand off of your snorkel gear, the pair of you were free to explore the caves.
It was unbelievable. You’d snorkelled before, seen some pretty cool marine life up close but this was simply stunning. The waters were cool and clear, the rocks and nooks and little overhangs you found were adorned with so much greenery and flowers. And you couldn’t breathe for laughing at one point when a turtle got very up close and personal with Paul, biting his toe as he lay on his back, floating in the water.
You couldn't remember a time when the two of you had this much fun or felt this close in a while. And while you missed your boys, a part of you wasn't ready to go home.
Again, you retired with a quiet night in your villa, room service for dinner, the night sky and the double hammock calling you both as the meal settled with you. You had mezcal cocktails and relaxed, his hands on your body. But as things began to get a little heated in the hammock, the pair of you ended up flipping the entire thing, dumping the two of you to the deck.
Your laughs were uncontrollable and your sides hurt, your giggles interrupted by your phone ringing and two very happy boys' faces filled your screen.
Jack and CJ were calling from your parents’ house, just before bed.
“Hi my babies!” You grinned
"Hi, Mommy!" Jack beamed as Conner waved excitedly.
“Are you having fun?”
"Yeah, we got to go to the zoo today," Connor beamed.
"I saws a awigater," Jack bounced. "And feeds the..the futter-byes!"
“Oh wow!” Paul joined in. “Was it a big alligator?”
"Dis big!" Jack's arms flew out straight from his sides, almost smacking CJ in the face.
“Hey!” CJ warned him, “careful!”
“Tell me about the butterflies,” you cut in quickly.
"Dey tickewld." Jack giggled.
"Papa said they're good luck," CJ added. "They were orange ones and blue ones and all kinds, Mommy."
“Wow, that’s amazing!” You smiled. “We’ll go back one day all together.”
"Cans we sees the ewifants?" Jack wondered.
“We can see anything that’s there, buddy.” Paul nodded
"Otay!"
“What else have you been up to? Ceej, you ready for soccer tomorrow?”
"I am.”
“Is Grumpy going to watch you this week?”
“Yeah. Nanny said she'll film it and send it to you." He said with a slouch to his shoulders.
“I’ll be there next week, bud.” Paul said gently.
“I know."
"I goes," Jack said in an odd caring change of character. Normally, you stayed home with him, as he was a nightmare to keep an eye on when you were trying to watch, usually complaining loudly he was bored. Occasionally, you left him with grandparents or Barnes, meaning you could see the odd game too but it was very much Paul that was there week in, week out on the sidelines with the other parents.
CJ blinked and looked at him. “You can’t. You don’t like it. You’re staying here with Papa.”
“No, I wanna goes.”
“But last time-“
“Ceej,” Paul cut in, and Ceej sighed. Paul then turned his attention to Jack. “You promise to behave if you go this time?”
“Yeah. I cheers. Go Ceej!" Jack looked up at his big brother.
Despite himself, CJ smiled a little, then he gave a roll of his eyes and grinned. “Okay, you can come.”
Your heart, which had just shattered at the look in your eldest’s face, now was mending at the warmth your little Tazmainian devil had shown and the fact CJ was allowing him to go. You felt Paul squeeze the back of your neck gently.
"Be good for Nanny and Papa, okay, and call us right after your game, Connor." You said cheerfully.
“Okay!” He beamed, “Nanny says she wants to say hi…hang on…”
“Bye Mommy, bye Daddy!” Jack yelled as he hurried off.
Soon, your mom's face hit the screen, "Hi kids."
"Hi, Mom," you said at the same time Paul said, "hi, Maria."
"How's everything?"
“Absolutely fine, they’ve been so good. Your dad had them grilling with him before and they’re off to bed with a movie.”
"Thank so much, Mom," you smiled warmly. "I was worried. But you guys and Dot have said they've been so good."
“They always are for us,” your mum chuckled, “and as I keep telling you. If they behave for everyone else, and keep the naughtiness for Mom and Dad, then you’ve done your job.”
With a snort you shook your head.
“Anyway, I’ll let you go. Have a good evening.”
"Night, Mom," you nodded.
"Lots of pictures and video tomorrow, huh?" Paul hoped.
"It'll be borderline spam." Maria winked.
He chuckled, “did I ever tell you that you’re my favourite mother in law?”
"I better be your only mother in law, Paul Diskant."
"Night, Mom!" You called and snatched the phone from Paul, ending the call.
Paul closed up the villa on the first floor as you headed up for bed. You washed your face and brushed your teeth before he'd even come back up. You were just tucking into the sheet as he appeared.
"I'm exhausted," you chuckled.
“Yeah…” he yawned and nodded. “I’m kinda whacked too.”
"C'mon, Daddy, let's nuggle," you patted his side of the bed.
“Two minutes…” he leaned over and gave you a quick kiss.
You nodded and hunkered down into the soft bed. Your eyes were heavy as Paul climbed in. The second he was settled, you rolled into his side, your head in his chest. His hand gently ran up and down your back, fingers soft. It was the last thing you could remember feeling before the world went dark and dreams filled your eyes.
*****
The day was already mid-morning when the two of you woke up. Drained from such a great day before, you were thankful for the lie in. The sun was glowing across the water, the sand almost pure in color, the ocean a glittering match to Paul's eyes. This was paradise and you softly sighed knowing it was your last day. But you smiled knowing that by tomorrow night, you'd be holding your babies in your arms and hearing all about their adventures with both sets of Grandparents.
You checked the time and it was still early back home, by two hours, and Connor's day hadn't started yet. His game wasn't until 10 in LA.
“We’ll call in an hour or so.” Paul spoke softly. “Wish him good luck.”
You looked over at your husband with a smirk, "you always know."
He chuckled, “I was thinking the same thing as you, Sugar.”
You led your head back down on his chest contently. "Room service for breakfast?" You began running your fingertip along the bottom edge of his medallion. Back and forth along the metal, the semi-circular motion soothing.
“Sounds good,” his hand gently stroked between your shoulder blades as he kissed your head. “You want coffee?”
“Oh, yes please.” You sighed happily.
Paul kissed the top of your head just before you turned away so he could leave the bed. Minutes later he returned to you, fresh faced from cool water, a minty scent to his kiss and a mug of delicious Mexican coffee in his hands for you both.
You ordered your room service and sat on the veranda with your mugs, the ocean lapping the shore with high tide. You glanced at Paul, his sunglasses wrapped over his eyes, his bare and newly tattooed chest flexing unknowingly. Your heat pooled at the thought of what he could do to you with the flip of a switch.
“You want a photo?” He smirked a little.
“Just admiring the view.” You popped a shoulder.
He snorted as he lifted his mug to his lips.
The morning carried on. Breakfast on the veranda, topless sun bathing for you on the lounge chairs next to your dipping pool. This time it was Disco who cheekily quipped about taking a photo.
For the time that you sunbathed, your mom spammed your phones with images from CJ's game. Your heart ached a little knowing you hadn’t been able to make him his usual special pre-soccer breakfast, and undoubtedly Paul's had to have been missing being there to watch and cheer on. But your boy looked tough out there, enjoying the game. Jack seemed to be the faithful cheerleader sat atop his Papa's lap in the still images while the grainy video showed an assisted goal.
And then you let out a little gasp as the latest video came through.
“Paul…he got the ‘Man of the Match’ award.”
You watched as his face expressed pride and a hint of sadness. "I can't wait to talk to him!"
“He’s so happy…look!” You passed your phone over for him to watch CJ accept his little trophy from the coach.
Almost simultaneously, Paul’s phone pinged with a message from his Dad with a great photo of CJ and Jack. CJ’s kit was a little dirty with grass stains and various other marks from the game, his face was sweaty but his grin was enormous as was Jack’s as they stood next to one another, CJ’s trophy held in his hands.
"Oh, Sugar, look at this one," Paul turned his phone toward your line of sight.
You gasped at the happy photo in surprise. "My babies."
“Maybe this means we can both start going to watch now, and you’ll get to see him play more than you do.” Paul shrugged, a hopeful tone to his voice.
"I'd love that. It's frustrating when Jack can't sit there and just watch or play with his toys when he's disinterested. I miss half the match."
“I know.” Paul wrinkled his nose, before he snorted, “remember the last time when you gave up and decided you’d just stay home?”
“Don’t remind me.” You groaned at the memory. Jack had been playing with his truck, or so you had thought. You’d been watching the game when the referee had blown to halt. At the same time, loud laughter had rung out and you’d turned to see Jack was on the pitch running towards CJ with a water bottle, trying to squirt him with it.
Paul laughed, “Ceej was so mad, remember him declaring Jack was officially banned forever?”
"Oh I honestly can't forget it." Your head fell into your hands. "I love those stinkers. We've been so lucky really. From how hard it was to have CJ to how fast Jack came out, I'd do it all again."
“Yeah?” Paul grinned, “I mean, we could always…you know…” he wriggled his eyebrows.
You popped your shoulders, "yeah, I think I want one more. But it's not a have to thing either. Just if it happens it happens and if it doesn't in the next year, we're done. What do you think? How do you feel about it?"
“I’d have a football team full with you.” He grinned, “a team of disco balls.”
You smiled warmly, and when you opened your mouth to say something, your phone started chiming for a FaceTime from your mom's number.
“Oh, it’s mom…” you sat up and grabbed a towel, holding it round you to cover your bare chest. When you answered, immediately CJ’s excited face and voice blared out of your phone as Paul moved so he could see.
"Hey, Pal!" Paul grinned. "How was it?"
“We won, five nil! And I didn’t score any but I helped with three and I also stopped their side scoring as I kicked it off the line!”
"That's great, Ceej! So proud of you, bud! Nanny was sending us the videos so we can watch later!"
“And I won player of the match!”
"Oh my gosh, That's great, baby!" You chimed in. "I'm so proud of you, Connor!"
He beamed as Jack then pushed his way into the picture. “I hit the nasty boy.” He grinned, proudly.
"What?!" You and Paul shouted.
Hastily the phone was taken and it was your dad then who was looking at you, his face a mixture of amusement and sheepishness. You could hear Big Jim in the background with your mom, and you waited.
“Well…to be fair, the kid asked for it…” he began.
"Nice way to start the conversation, Dad."
“So, there was a bit of a commotion on the pitch, and this kid shoved CJ over then kicked him. We got a little distracted. Jim was shouting at the ref, I was trying to stop your mom running on the pitch to see if Connor was okay…and somewhere in the middle of it all, Jack barrelled straight on and ran over. Punched the kid straight in the gut.”
“Great right hook…” you heard Jim add.
"Oh my God," you cringed, mortified and now concerned there would be repercussions from the boy's family.
Paul, however, let out a snort. “Any trouble?”
“Well, said boy started crying like a right baby,” your dad chuckled, “Jim and the kids dad went on the pitch to sort it out. He then cried even more when he got a red card for pushing and kicking CJ. No hard feelings though, Jim took CJ over afterwards to shake his hand. We also took Jack to apologise.”
"Oh good." You sighed in relief.
“And he did.” Your dad was now actively fighting back his laughter. “Here, Jack Jack, tell mommy and daddy what you said.”
Jacks face filled the screen and he grinned. “I saids sowee.”
“And?” Your dad prompted, “what else did you say?”
“Whats Daddy says. Ack-shuns has con-see-quentzez.”
You bit back the laugh as Paul snorted next to you.
“They do…you’re right.” You licked your lips. “But you can’t just hit people, baby.”
“He hurts Ceej.” Jack frowned
"I know. This time you're not in trouble, but you can't always do that." You shook your head.
“Otay.”
“Buddy, let me speak to Ceej, huh?” Paul directed the conversation back to your eldest.
"Otay…”
Jack disappeared and Ceej’s face once more filled the screen.
“That douchebag hurt you when he kicked you?”
"Paul!" You scolded at his douchebag comment
“What?“ he gasped as CJ cackled.
“A little…” he grinned, “I got a bruise on my leg…look…” the phone panned down and CJ showed you the mark just above his knee, in the space between his socks and his shorts.
You shook your head and groaned. "Get some ice on that, baby."
“It’s okay, mommy. Nanna says she has some stuff to help the bruises. But…he did say some mean things before he pushed me. He was real mad coz I tackled him.”
You frowned, "What'd he say?"
“Well, he called me a rude name…and then said his dad would beat my dad up.”
“He sounds like a peach.” Paul scoffed.
“But I said my dad was a police officer and he could beat anyone up.”
Besides you, Paul grinned with pride. "Oh, Connor." You chuckled.
Connor shrugged. “But I didn’t swears at him like he did to me. Grumpy said he was just a rude little moron.”
"Grumpy's not wrong." Paul agreed.
“So, what are you doing tonight?” You hastily changed the subject before Paul could carry on.
“Papa says that grumpy and nanny is coming over to their house for food and drinks.” CJ beamed, “and we’re getting tacos!”
"Who doesn't love tacos!" You beamed.
“I nots want tacos!” Jack spoke as he pushed his way back into the frame. “I’ms getting fan-jee-tas!”
“Jack, you don't like those! You just want chicken and red peppers." You shook your head.
“No!” He frowned, “I wants dem!”
You started to try and explain but Paul hushed you by placing his hand on your shoulder. “Your mom knows.” He said gently, “leave him be, babe.”
“I gets dats and grab-a-moley.”
“You love guacamole,” you chuckled before you sighed, “we can’t wait to see you both tomorrow. We’ve missed you.”
CJ smiled, “we can have a movie night?”
“Absolutely.” Paul smiled.
"You guys enjoy your last day. We'll see you tomorrow!" You mom popped into frame.
“Thanks mom…” you took a deep breath. “Sorry there was trouble today.”
"There was nothing of the sort."
“Okay…” you bit your lip, “enjoy your evening, sounds like you guys have fun planned.”
“Don’t let my dad drink too much scotch. He can’t handle it like he used to.” Paul grinned.
“You cheeky little shit.” Came Jim’s reply off screen followed by Jack’s loud yell.
“Dass a no-no.”
“Yeah, what you gonna do about it?” Jim shot back, his tone playful.
“Yous needs da bad word jar!” Jack continued.
“You tell him, son!” Paul laughed.
Loud giggles and shrieks came from off the camera as no doubt Jack was now wrestling with his Grumpy and you chuckled.
“Love you guys, see you soon!”
The screen went dark as the line cut off and you chuffed as you shook your head, then rest it against Paul's bicep. “So maybe Jack doing karate isn’t quite such a good idea.” You scoffed as your husband roared with laughter.
Paul pressed his lips to the crown of your head with a deep chuckle, "I think it'll be good for him."
“He just hit some kid, like what, two, three years older than him?”
“He was sticking up for his big bro. I’m not gonna lie, Sugar, it makes me both proud and very happy to hear.”
"Alright, you're right," you groaned. "But if it becomes a habit, you're on the hook for it, got it?"
“I will take the full consequences of my actions.” He smirked
"Deal." You sat up on your knees from the lounger and then stood. "Let's get some drinks and head to the beach?"
“Sounds good.”
You grabbed your sarong and bikini top, fixing them both as Paul grabbed his tee. He slipped it over his thick and cut frame before following you out the villa.
|| warnings: DD/lg, age play, smut, sex, vaginal fingering, thigh riding, praise kink, language words
|| note: this is based on @honeychicanawrites incredible headcanon about being andy’s little and having to deal with neal flirting with you while at work. i hope this is okay… this is my first DD/lg fic, so I’ve been obsessing over getting the details right.. which i hope i did…
gifs are from google. if you made them, or if you know who did, let me know :)
You stand at the copier, biting down on your lip as you zone out while the loud machine runs. It beeps after a second of it being finished and you blink, grabbing your copies before you turn and sit your stack on the counter behind you. You grab the stapler and start separating the copied pages, stapling together a small packet before you move onto make a new one.
You jump and gasp when a hand slips up your skirt and drags along your thigh, “Andy, stop it.”
A broad chest is soon crushed to your back, two hands are around your middle, and two lips nip at your jaw before skimming upward to nibble on your earlobe, “I’m so glad you work with me, baby. I get to tease you all day.”
wow wow wow!!! i couldn’t believe this was your first time writing dd/lg—it was so amazing!! you absolutely nailed it. gosh, imagine working with daddy!andy. it sounds like such a dream, but with guys like neal (boo! tomatoes!) ruining the fun, it’s probably so hard for the reader. i love the little routine and the dynamic the pair has. the smut is so so so good!! 🫠🫠 the dialogue was absolutely amazing, WHY DID NEAL HAVE TO RUIN IT! a jealous andy seems so terrifying—i love how the reader just knows him all too well. the way you can explain perhaps years of relationships and history in such beautiful, concise sentences is mind-blowing. the talent here is exquisite! hehe the reader is brilliant for the ‘chanel no. 5’ comment! she and andy are perfect for each other—especially when it comes to dealing with neal. i love that despite andy’s anger, he didn’t punish the reader. he knew it was all neal, even though he couldn’t help but stomp off lol good he apologized! omg him braiding her hair how sweet!!! and the praise, even as the moment turns dirty, was top tier! gosh that smut had me sweating—you’re too good! 😵💫😵💫 i nearly squealed. but the ending THE ENDING! as sad as it was that this fic was done, the ending was just perfect!! daddy!andy and his baby—brb, gonna go yearn. 🥹🥹🥺🥺 this was absolutely fantastic—thank you so much for sharing this masterpiece of a fic! 💘🤍😘💗💝🥹🥹🫶💖🥰💞💓💘💘💞😍😍
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and you know, and so do i | a | professor!andy barber x student!reader | andy calls you in for office hours, just as he’s done almost every week of the semester. you both know your grade in his class is the least of the worries that he hopes to address.
a real man | s, ddlg, n | dark!andy barber x jacob’s girlfriend!reader | andy shows you the kind of pleasure jacob will never be able to give you.
as far as she'll go | s, ddlg, n | daddy!andy barber x little!reader | andy has a new way of testing your limits and seeing just how far you’re able to stretch.
bratty little baby | s, ddlg, n | mean!daddy!andy barber x bratty!little!reader | after you decide to be a brat and challenge andy on completing your homework, the dominant man decides he’s had enough of your attitude and that a bit of brutal punishment has been earned.
every inch of you | h/c | boyfriend!andy barber x reader | andy tells you everything he loves about your body when you're having a hard time being kind to it.
filled with regret | s, ddlg, n | mean!daddy!andy barber x bratty!little!reader | andy doesn’t tolerate backtalk. when you call him a name in an argument, he decides he has no choice but to fill you with regret. literally.
make it a promise | f | boyfriend!andy barber x reader | to celebrate your graduation from therapy, andy gets you the gift of a long-lost friend you thought you’d never see again, along with a life-long promise of continuing to restore all the things that were taken from you.
when you can't care for yourself | h/c | boyfriend!andy barber x college student!reader | when andy notices you’re working yourself too hard, he decides you’re done for the night, giving you a nice meal before cuddling you to sleep on the couch.
blurbs.
a mess like that | s | boyfriend!andy barber x reader | andy likes fucking you senseless just as much with only his fingers.
craving comfort | agere, h/c | feb '23 blurb night | daddy!andy barber x little!reader | andy's so proud of you when you finally seek him out for comfort.
give him what's his | s, n | dark!boss!andy barber x assistant!reader | andy takes advantage of you when you agree to come over and help him sort through some paperwork.
keep the lotion on hand | f | boyfriend!andy barber x reader | andy helps take care of your dry hands.
once the tummy ache's gone | h/c | boyfriend!andy barber x reader | andy helps you when you’re feeling ill.
on the boss's break | s | andy barber x assistant!reader | andy spends his break taking care of you in his office.
refrigerator rules | h/c, agere | daddy!andy barber x little!reader | when you’re scared of him hurting you during a punishment, andy’s quick to remind you of the safe rules posted in the kitchen (and cuddle away your tears.)
shy meeting | f, h/c | whumptember 2022 | friend's dad!andy barber x high school student!reader
snuggle bug | f | boyfriend!andy barber x reader | andy gives you early morning snuggles.
so clean, so proud | f, ddlg | daddy!andy barber x little!reader | when andy asks you to clean your room before he gets home from work, you decide to obey, knowing better than to incite punishment.
teddy bear bandaids | h/c, agere | daddy!andy barber x little!reader | after getting cut up from helping andy with his office work, your daddy helps make the owwies all better.
therapist | n, s | puffy clit club | soft!dark!therapist!andy barber x reader | your therapist has sick methods to help you relax.
treated like one | s, ddlg | daddy!andy barber x little!reader | andy reminds you what happens when you act like a slut.
weaponized incompetence | mf, s | jan '23 blurb night | doctor!andy barber x reader | when faced with orgasm troubles, who could be better to trust than an expert in the field? surely he has nothing but sound intentions…
headcanons.
whumptember 2022 | tummy ache | hospital
kinktober 2022 | professor | face fucking | mob boss
5k headcanon party | anxious snuggles | first nightmare | somno
Your relationship with Ransom Drysdale is made up of a few simple factors: great sex and enough animosity to fuel a jet. Feelings are North Korea: a no-go country that can only lead to trouble, especially with a playboy. But can sex ever really just be sex? What happens when you start toeing the border of North Korea? Is it possible to love a man like Ransom?
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: One night when Y/N, after a harrowing experience at a party, calls her father for help. To her surprise, it's Ari Levinson, her father's best friend and her long-time crush, who comes to her rescue.
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: you come and pick me up, no headlights. requested by @brandycranby
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age gap,(reader is in their mid 20's & ari is 33) reader has strict parents, mentions of assault(not from Ari.), smut, vaginal sex, fingering. ( let me know if i've missed any potential triggers.)
𝐚/𝐧: here it is, re-uploaded! I hope you guys enjoy reading this. It's definitely not my best work but I am proud of this piece.
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱
The cool summer night air sent shivers down her shoulders, her yellow sundress fluttering in the wind. Y/N never wanted to be here in the first place. Parties were never her thing. She would rather be curled up in bed, wearing her pajamas, engrossed in one of her favorite supernatural novels, or binge-watching her beloved TV show while enjoying a bowl of popcorn.
But Eliana, her best friend, had different plans. “Come on, it’ll be fun,” she urged, yanking her inside. After just an hour, Eliana abandoned her to fend for herself amidst the crowd of intoxicated and sweaty bodies. Not wanting to appear too dependent, she attempted to blend in. She grabbed one of the many red cups scattered across the kitchen table and took a sip.
Part of her wanted to feel annoyed, but it was typical of Eliana to leave her like this. Despite insisting that she should step out of the house, Eliana had left her alone to navigate the situation. She took another sip of her drink and settled onto an empty couch, observing the mingling and dancing people, the booming bass from the music reverberating through the lavish home’s walls.
She surveyed the room, taking in the luxurious splendor that surrounded her. The towering ceilings and grand staircase captured her attention, while she marveled at the spacious and open floor plan adorned with magnificent, expansive windows. The elegant furnishings and intricate artwork added to the lavish atmosphere, transporting her to another world.
Despite the luxury, unease settled within her. She was out of her element and unfamiliar with anyone at the party. Thankfully, she had her cell phone with her, just in case something went wrong.
While seated on the couch, a handsome man with a defined jawline, dark hair, and green eyes approached her, edging closer with his arm draped over the loveseat’s edge. He purred, his breath tickling her neck. “Well, hello there, darling. What’s a beautiful creature like you doing all alone?”
A cold shiver raced down her spine, an unsettling feeling causing her stomach to churn. She felt frozen, unable to move or speak for what seemed like an eternity. But amidst the fear and panic swirling in her mind, she finally managed to utter a few words.
“Um... I... I can’t do this,” she whispered. As she began to move, she felt his warm hand grip her leg, his fingertips inching closer to her thigh.
“Aw, don’t be like that, babe,” he grinned, his face mere inches away from hers, the stench of alcohol on his breath. “Come on, you know you want this,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, his fingers digging deeper into her thigh. Y/N swiftly rose from the couch, abandoning her drink without a care if it spilled, and marched out the front door.
As the music from the party faded into the distance behind her, she stood on the edge of the driveway, wrapping her arms around herself against the cool summer air. It had been only a few minutes since she had called her father to come pick her up. She could have called an Uber or contacted one of her friends, but with the incident that had just happened still playing over and over in her head, she just wanted to go home and curl up in bed.
Just before she was about to sit down on the ground, she spotted a familiar red pickup truck. It was similar to her father’s, but when it pulled up to the side of the road, and she saw the handsome, buff man behind the wheel, she recognized none other than Ari. Her dad’s best friend and also her long-time crush.
Her heart started pounding, and now her stomach swarmed with butterflies. The good kind. The kind that made her excited and nervous all at once. She took a step back as she watched him roll down the window, and her breath caught as she saw his charming, big grin - the grin that always made her heart flutter.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Ari greeted her, and his voice made her melt even more. “Your dad called me to pick you up. He said he was busy. Go on and jump in.” She stood there for a few seconds, unable to move, but eventually, she mustered up the courage to open the door to the passenger side of his truck and climbed inside.
An awkward silence fills the car as Ari drives down the road, heading toward her house. His eyes are focused on the road, but he can’t help but notice the change in her attitude. She’s usually cheerful, happy to talk with him and joke around but, tonight is different. Y/N’s quiet, shifting nervously in her seat. She watches as the flashing lights of the cars pass by on the road.
After what felt like an eternity, Ari finally broke the silence. He shifted his attention to her briefly before looking back at the street in front of them. “Hey, what’s wrong? You’re really quiet tonight.” He comments, his brows furrowing in concern.
Y/N thought the urge to sigh as she felt Ari’s gaze burning into her, as she continued to look out the window. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.” She lied, swallowing hard before she turned to face him, but her eyes never met his. A part of her knew it was a pitiful excuse. She’s never been good at lying whenever it comes to him. She felt a pang of guilt, too. Ari had always been so lovely to her throughout the years. But she was also aware of his temper and how protective he was of her at times.
Ari felt a flare of frustration. He knew she was hiding something—her unusual quietness tonight told him that much. She was one of the most open and cheerful people he knew. To see her this closed-off didn’t sit right with him. “Y/N, I know something’s going on,” he said, letting out a sigh. “You’re clearly upset about something. Do you not trust me enough to tell me what’s bothering you?”
He kept his eyes trained on the road but stole a couple of quick glances her way. Hurt creeping into his voice, he pressed further. “I care about you. Please, talk to me.”
A soft sigh escaped her lips before she spoke. “Ari, I know you care…It’s just…” she trailed off, trying to search for the right words.
His jaw clenched when he heard her response, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. He knew he probably shouldn’t press further, but he just couldn’t drop it. There was this pitiful feeling in his stomach, telling him that something had happened. He wouldn’t stop until he got to the bottom of it.
“What? Come on, tell me. I need to know what’s going on with you.” He urged, and his tone shifted from annoyed towards caring again; though whether he liked where things were headed remained questionable.
She winces as Ari’ voice takes hold. Her heart speeding up a little faster as she contemplated if she should really tell him. She shifts uncomfortably in the seat of his car, the hem of her dress rising slightly and revealing the fresh mark on her thigh. As Ari’s voice washes over her, a wave of conflicting emotions crashes within her.
Her heart quickens its pace, the rhythm echoing the tumultuous symphony of her thoughts. She gazes out of the window, her reflection staring back at her, torn between the truth and the consequences it may bring.
The hem of her dress betrays her, rising ever so slightly, exposing the tender mark on her thigh—a silent testament to the unspoken secrets she carries. In the confines of his car, she fidgets uneasily in her seat, the leather beneath her palms growing slightly damp. The ticking of the clock seems amplified, each second stretching into an eternity.
His eyes snap to her legs as she suddenly moves, noticing the small bruise on her thigh that he hadn’t seen before. He gasps in shock and concern, the anger in his chest melting away as he reaches out to touch the bruise gently, but before he has a chance, she quickly tugs down the hem of her dress. “What happened, Y/N? Who did this to you?” He asks softly. For a brief second, he forgets about driving. He looks back down at the road and pulls over to the side of the street.
“There was this random guy, and before you ask, no, I don’t know his name. He tried to have his way with me. But…I left before he had the chance to do more.” Her words came out fast and by the time her gaze met his, Ari’s face had an expression of empathy and anger. Angry that someone would even dare touch her in that way. But he was mostly upset that she had to go through something like this—and he wasn’t there to help her.
He looked away, exhaling loudly through his nose. His strong fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly once more. “I should go back there. What’s he look like?” Ari questioned, his eyes furrowed in concentration while he struggled not to let his anger boil over any more than it already had. His mind filled with a variety of images of how he would make this man. No, this monster regrets ever touching her again.
A chill ran down her spine at his words, a wave of nausea washing over her. She hated the idea of him going back there and hurting someone. Not because she cared about the other man. She couldn’t have cared less about his well-being. But she didn’t want Ari going to prison, or worse, just to teach someone a lesson. That wasn’t him.
She shakes her head firmly. “Ari, please. Just... take me home. Please? He’s not worth it. Come on,” she pleaded, reaching out and touching his shoulder.
His eyes flickered to her touch, his anger simmering. “Alright,” Ari relented. “But if you see him again, tell me.” He says before turning the key in the ignition and starting the truck back up again. All she did was nod in response. The rest of the way home was filled with awkward silence.
She didn’t know what to think. Too many feelings swarmed around in her brain. As he pulled into her driveway, she noticed how some of the lights were still on and there was no doubt that her mother was still wide awake in the office. Before she reached for the car door, Ari’s voice broke through the silence.
“Hey, Y/N, are you sure you’re alright?”
The heat rushed to her cheeks, making her feel embarrassed. She knew her feelings were written all over her face, and she couldn’t stand the fact that Ari was probably seeing right through her.
She could feel the tears prickle in her eyes before she spoke. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Her voice cracked a little as she spoke. She was anything but fine. She just wanted to lock herself in her room and cry, forget that the whole night had even happened.
Ari’s face softened before he leaned in. “Hey, come here,” he cooed, wrapping his arm around her. His thumb gently ran up and down her back, trying to soothe her. “Do you want to stay the night at my place?”
“Um, no, it’s fine...” she started, her voice trailing off. A part of her wanted so badly to go home with him, to feel safe and comforted under his roof. But the shadows of what happened earlier still clung to her, making her hesitant. She stared down at her hands, weighing the internal battle.
“Actually...” She lifted her eyes back to meet his caring gaze. “Do you want to stay for a bit?” she asked softly.
His arm wrapped around her, pulling her into him. She sank against his sturdy frame, comforted by his steadying presence. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair back from her face. Rather than getting lost in thoughts of his kiss, she just let herself feel protected. Safe.
With that, they both exited the truck, and Ari grabbed her bag from the back seat.
The two of them slowly walked inside her house, careful not to wake her mother. Standing outside her door, she hesitated, the weight of Ari’s presence suddenly feeling both nerve-wracking and exciting. Pushing down her swirling emotions, she slowly opened the door, hyperaware of his closeness behind her.
Y/N watched as he set down her bag. She felt the heat rise up from her stomach into her chest, and her pulse quickened. “I’m gonna go get dressed. Just make yourself comfy, okay?” she says softly, making her way toward the bathroom.
“Alright. I’ll just be here, okay?”
The door closed behind her, and the silence that filled the room made her realize what was about to happen. She hadn’t been alone with him since... well, since... never.
After she had showered, changed into her pajamas, and made herself presentable, she opened the bathroom door. Ari was sitting on her bed, scrolling through his phone. Y/N paused for a moment, questioning if letting him into her bedroom was the right decision after all. But a wave of anxiety clenched her chest at the thought of being alone tonight. She ultimately decided having Ari’s comforting presence nearby would ease her nerves more than isolating herself.
She walked up to her bed and climbed up beside him, initially leaving some space between them. Despite having known Ari for years, being this intimate in her private space felt strange and nerve-wracking. She took a slow, deep breath in an attempt to relax her rigid posture.
As she gradually settled in and felt his warmth beside her, Ari's presence reminded her of the safety he represented. Back in familiar territory, his scent and steadiness calmed her racing mind.
“Thanks for doing this, Ari,” she whispered, scooting down and laying on her back. She let out a soft sigh, staring up at the ceiling and watching the fan spin.
He placed his phone on the nightstand before laying back down on the bed and staring at the ceiling with her. “Anytime. You know I’d do anything for you.” He reached his hand over and intertwined his fingers with hers. He had been thinking about what had happened earlier.
The mere thought of someone harming her ignited a fiery rage within him, while the notion of her being with anyone else left him physically and emotionally sickened. These feelings had been simmering beneath the surface for some time, but now they were reaching a boiling point.
His hand felt warm against hers, and the butterflies in her stomach had been back, fluttering around inside her. The room felt so warm and she was suddenly very aware of the fact that they were lying on her bed together. Her heart was racing, and she had never been so nervous.
“So, is everything okay?” He asked, his voice deep and soothing.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her hand reached over and ran through his thick brown hair. His eyes were dark, his brow furrowed in concern. “Honestly? No.” she sighed, biting her bottom lip. “It’s just...I keep thinking about that guy and how things could’ve ended badly if I hadn’t...”
She trailed off, her other hand subconsciously running over the bruise on her leg as tears began to trickle from the corners of her eyes. “God, I feel stupid,” she mumbled, trying to hide her face.
“Hey,” he cooed, lifting up her chin with his finger, meeting her tear-filled gaze, “Don’t you dare say that. None of what happened was your fault.” He rolled over onto his side, cupping her cheek gently, and wiping away her tears with his thumb. “Listen. I care about you, Y/N. So, so much. And nothing will change that. Okay? Don’t you ever forget that.”
She nodded, sniffling slightly as she looked down. “I know, I know. It’s just... I can’t help but think what would’ve happened if I hadn’t gotten away.” She was shaking slightly, her skin warming up underneath his touch. “I could’ve done more.”
“Sweetheart, you did more than enough. I promise. I’m proud of you,” He sighed, moving his hand up to stroke her hair. “Is there anything else bothering you?”
“Well. The truth is... I don’t know what I would have done tonight without you, Ari,” she said softly. “Having you here by my side, reassuring me I’m safe...it means more than you know. I’m just so thankful to have your friendship.” She bit her lip, hesitating. Her heart pounded as she debated admitting her deeper feelings. But the weight of the day’s trauma held her back for the moment.
Ari gazed at her, taking in the emotion in her eyes. “You know I’ll always be here when you need me,” he said gently. “Your friendship means everything to me, too. Especially tonight.” His sincerity made her heart swell. It gave her a burst of courage. She took a shaky breath.
“There’s something else,” she confessed, her voice small but steady. “Ari, I think I have feelings for you. I’ve been struggling with it for a while now.”
She fell silent, her cheeks warm. She searched Ari’s face nervously for his reaction.
Ari stared at her in disbelief, his heart pounding in his chest as he listened intently to what she was saying. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Y/N...” He whispered, his eyes searching hers, trying to find the words to express how he felt towards her.
He took a deep breath before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. His hand moved up from her cheek and into her hair, tangling in her locks, as he pulled her closer to him. The kiss started out slow and gentle before becoming more passionate and heated as time went on. Her hands ran down his sides, gripping onto his shirt tightly as she returned his affections eagerly.
Before he could continue, he pulled away. This didn’t feel right after what had happened to her tonight. He didn’t want to take advantage of her.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he apologized, looking away from her.
“What? Why?” she asked, confused by his sudden change in mood.
“I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you or anything like that. Not after what happened tonight.”
She sighed, reaching out to touch his arm. “Ari, you’re not taking advantage of me. I want this. I want you.”
He stared at her for a moment before smiling. “Not tonight. Believe me, I want this too, but I want to do it right.” He looked into her eyes deeply, his palm cupping her cheek.
“Okay,” she said softly, nodding. “I trust you.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers once more. This time, the kiss was soft and gentle, full of passion as he pulled her closer to him. Her hands ran down his sides before resting on his hips as she kissed back with equal fervor. She could feel her heart racing faster than ever as they continued to embrace each other.
After a few moments, they pulled away from one another, both breathing heavily. “Let’s get some sleep, okay? We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
Y/N nodded, laying back down and pulling the covers over herself. Ari laid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat against her ear, and it was soothing. As she closed her eyes, she listened to the steady rhythm of his breathing.
She had never felt so safe before. She knew that no matter what happened, he would always be there for her. With a smile on her face, she fell asleep, content with the knowledge that she had finally found her rightful place.
When morning came, the warmth of the sun made her skin glow. Ari’s body heat warmed her cheeks and made her feel safe, safe in his arms. She felt his body move before he shifted and turned to face her. Ari smiled at her.
A warm, sleepy smile as his fingertips brushed the strands of hair from her face. Her smile grew as she met his gaze. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Ari murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. Her arms wrapped tighter around him as she breathed in his scent and sighed peacefully. Her hand moved to his chest, feeling his heartbeat softly under her palm. It all felt like a dream.
A wonderful dream that she never wanted to wake up from. Her lips parted, just about to respond, when there was a slight knock on her door, followed by the knob jiggling and her mother’s voice. “Y/N? Y/N, are you in there?
Ari and Y/N both jumped up in shock from their interlude, making sure to cover himself with a blanket while she spoke up. “Mom! Yeah, I’m here. What’s up?” she responded before smirking at Ari and pulling the cover over her head. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re a little too big to hide under the cover from my parents,” she whispered in a sarcastic tone.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “What? Do you have an idea or a plan I don’t know about?” She shushed him to keep him quiet as her mother spoke once more. “Are you going to come out anytime soon? It’s nearly noon.”
She tugged on his arm, leading him toward her huge walk-in closet. Ari stood still in complete shock as she tried pushing him in.
He barely moved an inch and crossed his arms with a displeased look plastered across his face. “In there? How the hell do you expect me to stay in there? I could barely fit!” She hushed him one last time before whispering, “Will you just get inside? It’ll only be for a couple of minutes!”
“A couple of minutes? You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath before reluctantly stepping inside. He crouched down and sat on the floor, trying not to knock anything over. Y/N shut the door behind him and quickly made her bed. She quickly opened the door, forcing a small smile onto her face. “Sorry. Eliana dragged me to this party last night and...It was really late.”
Her mother raised an eyebrow at her, “Oh really? Well, I’m glad she finally invited you somewhere other than her house for once.” Y/N’s smile faltered a bit as she nodded. “Yeah, it was fun.”
“Well, that’s good to hear. I just came in to check on you. Your father and I are going out for lunch today. Do you want us to bring something back for you?”
Y/N shook her head, “No, thanks. I think I’ll just stay in today.” Her mother nodded before making her way out of the room. Y/N let out a breath of relief before shutting the door and opening the closet door to reveal Ari sitting on the floor with one of her lace panties. She snickered at him as he dropped them immediately and stood up. “Really? You’re gonna go through my underwear?”
Ari smirked at her before stepping out, “Hey, I didn’t go through your underwear. I was just admiring it,” he joked before wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. She rolled her eyes and turned around to face him. He smiled down at her before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers for a brief moment. “I should probably get going. Your dad is probably gonna be home soon.”
Later that day, Y/N was lounging on the couch, swiping through her phone. She was startled, however, when she heard her parents walk through the door. “Hey! How was lunch?” she asked them as they walked into the living room. Her father smiled at her. “It was good. We went to that new restaurant downtown.”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve been wanting to go there,” Y/N replied, smiling back at him. Her mother sat down on the couch next to her. “How was your day? Did you do anything fun?” Y/N shrugged, “Not really. Just stayed in and watched some movies.” She looked up at her mother and noticed a strange look on her face. It almost seemed like she was suspicious of something. “Oh, that reminds me. Did Ari get you home safely last night, kiddo?”
Y/N froze for a second before forcing a smile onto her face. “Yeah, he did. Thanks for asking.” Her mother grinned, nudging her slightly. “Oh? So, Ari took you home last night?” Y/N nodded slowly, hoping her mother wouldn’t pry. Her mother would often tease her about her crush on Ari.
“He did,” she confirmed, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. Her mother raised an eyebrow at her, “And did anything happen between the two of you?” Y/N shook her head quickly, “No! I mean...why would ask such a thing?” She laughed nervously, trying to play it off as if nothing had happened between them. Her parents looked at each other before looking back at her and laughing softly.
Her father patted her on the shoulder gently. “Well, we’re glad you had fun last night.” As if on cue, her phone dinged with a text message from Ari. She smiled to herself as she read it.
Today. | 1:30pm.
Ari: Hey. What are you up to?
Y/N: Nothing much. Just hanging out.
Ari: Cool. So, what are you doing later?
Y/N: I don’t know yet. Why?
Ari: I was thinking we could hang out at my place?
Her heart began racing in her chest as she read his text over and over again. Was he really asking her to come over to his house? She couldn’t believe it! She quickly responded back to him before looking up at her parents, who were still chatting amongst themselves. “Hey, mom, dad?” They both looked up at her curiously. “Yeah?”
“Is it alright if I go over to Elli’s house later?”
Her parents exchanged a quick glance with one another before nodding in unison, “Of course. Just let us know if you’re staying the night.” Y/N smiled brightly at them as she stood up from the couch. “Thanks!
She looked down at her phone before typing a quick reply.
Today | 1:38pm.
Y/N: Yes. I’d love that. Where do you want to meet?”
Ari: Meet me at the docks at 6 PM.
Y/N: Okay. Sounds good! I’ll see you soon. :)
Ari: See ya soon, beautiful <3
Y/N couldn’t help but grin widely at the nickname he had given her. She quickly ran up to her room and began searching through her closet for something cute to wear. After a few minutes of debating on whether to wear a dress or jeans, she finally settled on a pair of black skinny jeans and a white crop top with a black leather jacket over it.
She waved goodbye to her parents and quickly rushed outside, shutting the front door behind her, and headed towards her car. As she arrived at the docks, she parked and walked towards Ari, who stood casually in the moonlight, smiling warmly at her. “Hey, gorgeous,” Ari murmured as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She giggled softly as she hugged him back tightly. “Hey yourself.” Ari pulled away from her slightly before leaning down and kissing her passionately. Y/N sighed softly into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. When they broke apart from one another, Ari smiled down at her lovingly before taking her hand in his. “Come on, let’s go,” he said quietly.
Y/N nodded eagerly as they made their way towards Ari’s truck. Once inside, Ari started up the engine and drove off towards his house. She couldn’t help but stare out of the window at all the beautiful scenery passing by as they drove along. After a few minutes of driving, Ari pulled up in front of a large two-story house. He parked the car and turned off the ignition before getting out and opening the door for Y/N.
“Wow,” she whispered as she got out of the vehicle. Ari smirked at her. “What? You like it?” Y/N nodded excitedly as she followed him up to the front door. Ari unlocked the door and stepped inside, holding it open for her. She stepped inside and looked around in awe at how nice everything looked. “You have a beautiful house. It’s so big too!”
Ari chuckled softly as he closed the door behind them. “Thanks. I’m glad you like it.” Y/N smiled brightly at him before turning around and looking at all the different paintings hanging on the walls. “These are amazing!” she exclaimed as she admired each one carefully. Ari walked over to her side and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Yeah, my mom painted those when she was younger.”
She turned to face him with a surprised expression on her face. “Really? Wow... she must be very talented.” Ari nodded proudly. “Yeah, she is.” Y/N continued to look around the room until her gaze landed on a framed picture sitting on top of a bookshelf. She picked it up and examined it closely. The picture showed Ari standing next to his parents and sister. They all looked so happy together.
Y/N smiled softly at the image before placing it back down onto the shelf. “So, how was work?” she asked curiously as she sat down on the couch.
Ari sighed heavily as he plopped down next to her. “It was alright, I guess. Nothing special happened today,” he replied casually. She nodded understandingly as she leaned against the armrest of the couch. Ari glanced over at her and noticed that she seemed nervous about something. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head slightly and forced a smile onto her face, “Nothing... I mean... nothing important.” Ari raised an eyebrow at her skeptically, “You sure? You seem kind of anxious about something.” Y/N bit her lip nervously before looking away from him, “It’s nothing, really. We haven’t really talked about last night. And I don’t know where we stand now.”
Ari frowned slightly as he reached out and took hold of her hand gently. “Y/N, look at me,” he whispered softly. She slowly turned her head to face him once again.
He smiled reassuringly at her as he stroked her knuckles with his thumb, “Last night was amazing. I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time now. I’m glad it happened.” Her face warmed as she gazed into his beautiful blue eyes. “Really?” Ari nodded, “Yes. Absolutely.”
“But what about my parents?” she asked worriedly.
“What do you mean?” Ari questioned. Y/N sighed heavily as she looked down at their intertwined fingers. “They would never accept it. I just...I can’t lose them. My whole life, my family, has always been there for me. And if they find out that I’ve been keeping secrets from them...” Her voice trailed off as tears welled up in her eyes.
Ari reached out and cupped her cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb, “Hey, listen to me, Y/N. Your parents love you more than anything else in the world. They would never leave you over something like this.” She sniffled softly as she looked up at him hopefully.
“Do you really think so?” He smiled warmly at her. “Of course I do. Besides, we’re not doing anything wrong. We just like each other.”
Y/N giggled quietly as she leaned into his touch. “Okay. You’re right,” she replied with a smile.
Ari pulled her into a warm embrace and kissed the top of her head affectionately, “Everything’s going to be fine, I promise.” Y/N sighed contentedly as she snuggled closer to him and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.
Ari chuckled softly as he tightened his hold on her, “Come on, let’s go make dinner, alright?” Y/N nodded eagerly as they both stood up from the couch. Ari led her into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “How does chicken sound?” he asked.
Y/N shrugged her shoulders indifferently. “Sounds good to me.” Ari nodded as he grabbed a couple of vegetables from the basket sitting on top of the countertop and placed them inside the sink. “Alrighty then. Let’s get cooking,” he stated enthusiastically.
“Do you want some help?” Y/N inquired shyly.
Ari smirked mischievously at her. “Only if you want to help,” he answered. She grinned sheepishly as she moved beside him and helped wash the vegetables while he prepared the chicken breasts. Ari glanced over at her with a grin as she focused on slicing the tomatoes.
She bit her bottom lip in concentration, which caused him to chuckle under his breath. She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow in question. “What’s so funny?”
Ari shook his head amusedly as he returned his attention to the task at hand. “Nothing,” he mumbled. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him before focusing back on her own job. “Liar,” she teased, smiling coyly. He glanced at her sideways and winked playfully at her.” Maybe.” After they finished preparing dinner, Ari took the food outside on the patio, setting the table and lighting candles.
As they ate, Ari kept staring at Y/N with an intense gaze. His eyes were full of longing and desire, and it made her cheeks heat. “So. Is this how you usually get the girls? You make them feel special, bring them home to your place, and cook for them?” She asked teasingly, hoping to ease some tension.
He snickered at her remark and shrugged nonchalantly, “Not exactly. This isn’t my usual style, but I admit, I wanted to do something extra nice for you.”
“So, what is your thing, then? What’s your style?” she asked, curiously.
“My thing?” Ari repeated in amusement. Y/N nodded eagerly, “Yeah. Your pick up lines, flirting techniques, that sort of thing.”
Ari leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. “I’m not really one for cheesy pickup lines. If anything, I’m straight-to-the point. If I’m interested in someone, I tell them outright,” he explained. “Oh? Like when you kissed me the other day?” Y/N shot back with a sassy grin. He grinned in return. “Yeah. Exactly.”
He cleared his throat loudly before continuing on, “As for the other part...flirting techniques? I just use what feels natural to me.”
Y/N couldn’t resist laughing at his bluntness, “And what’s natural to you?” Ari glanced down at her lips and licked his own subconsciously, “For instance, I could compliment your beauty, but I’d rather kiss you senseless instead. I could pull you close to me and hold your body against mine. I could whisper sweet words into your ear, telling you how much I adore you. All of these things come naturally to me when I’m around you.”
Her mouth went dry as she stared into his handsome face. “You...really think that about me?”
“Of course.”
“Then why haven’t you tried anything before?” Y/N inquired curiously. Ari smirked roguishly, “Because I’m waiting for you to take charge first. I want you to feel comfortable enough around me to make the first move,” he replied honestly.
She nodded thoughtfully before looking back up at him, “Can you...show me some examples?” Ari chuckled deeply, “Sure,” he replied huskily. She smiled happily, “Alright! So...what do I do?” She scooted her chair closer to him and gazed up at him expectantly. Ari leaned forward and placed one arm around the back of her chair.
With his free hand, he gently traced small circles against the bare skin of her upper thigh with his fingertips. She sucked in a sharp breath at the intimate contact as goosebumps spread over her entire body. “Well...you start off slow at first,” Ari murmured softly. His hand slowly trailed higher towards the hem of her skirt. Her heart raced erratically as she felt his hot breath brush against the shell of her ear, sending shivers throughout her body.
She instinctively tilted her head back slightly to expose more of her neck. Ari leaned closer to her, allowing his lips to linger close to the sensitive area behind her earlobe. Her eyes fluttered shut as he began leaving light kisses along the base of her throat. She moaned softly at the sensation and reached up to run her hands through his hair, grabbing a handful tightly.
His hand slipped under the hem of her skirt and cupped her ass. “What...what’s next?” she breathed out quietly. Ari responded by lifting his head to look into her half-lidded gaze, “Next, you try to gain control of the situation. You want to assert yourself as dominant,” he murmured.
Her mind fogged up with lust as his thumb started massaging the curve of her rear. “Show me.”
“Gladly,” Ari purred.
She gasped as he suddenly pulled her onto his lap so that she straddled him, “Oh...” she muttered weakly, feeling his arousal pressed up against her inner thighs. Ari wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him.
Her face heated further at the sight of his erection poking at her leg. “Now, you take control, Y/N. Tell me what to do next,” Ari demanded roughly.
She swallowed hard as she placed one hand flat against his chest. “Kiss me, please,” she begged shamelessly.
Ari didn’t waste another second, leaning down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss. Their mouths moved fervently against each other. Their tongues danced wildly, each fighting for dominance. Ari cradled the back of her neck with one hand, keeping her in place while the other rested possessively on her hip, pulling her closer to him. Y/N moaned against his lips as she bucked her hips upward, rubbing her crotch against his erection.
Ari growled low in his throat, pressing himself harder against her as he continued devouring her mouth. Their breathing became labored as the temperature between them grew more intense. She broke apart from him momentarily to catch her breath. Ari quickly dipped his head down, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses along her jawline, traveling lower toward her neck.
“Ahhh... Ari...” she mewled when he bit into her skin harshly, leaving behind a noticeable bruise. “I’ve been dying to taste you, baby. Now it’s my turn to pleasure you,” he groaned seductively. She whimpered pitifully as she grabbed at his shirt desperately, trying to rip it off him, “Please...” she pleaded. Ari smirked smugly at her eagerness, “Whatever my princess desires.”
Her stomach did somersaults at his words and tone, causing her core to throb with need. She dug her nails into his flesh as she tugged on his shirt. “Take it off!”
Ari chuckled darkly before grasping onto the bottom edge of his dress shirt. Slowly, he lifted the fabric upwards until he was completely bare from the waist up. His defined abs and taut muscles glistened brightly in the soft moonlight, making her mouth water. She ogled hungrily at him as she reached out to caress every inch of exposed skin within her reach.
His toned chest flexed underneath her fingers as they roamed along his pecs, tracing downwards towards his six-pack abs. She bit her lip, suppressing a moan as her digits skimmed over the dips of each ridge. Ari inhaled sharply as she grazed her fingernails gently along the V-shape leading down below his jeans, “Mmm...just wait till I have you begging for me.” Y/N shivered pleasurably at the thought. “Why wait?”
Suddenly, he grabbed hold of her hips and hoisted her up easily. “Ari!” she exclaimed, wrapping her legs around his waist instinctively. Ari chuckled wickedly before carrying her bridal style inside his house.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take care of everything from here.” She giggled softly as he carried her through the kitchen and into the living room before bringing them upstairs. When they arrived in front of his bedroom door, Ari kicked it open, not once breaking his stride. He stalked over towards the bed and deposited her down onto the mattress.
She smiled excitedly as he loomed above her, crawling onto the bed himself. Ari crawled on top of her and stared deeply into her eyes. “I can’t believe we’re finally doing this after so long,” he whispered.
Y/N reached up and cupped his face lovingly, “Me neither. But I’m glad it’s with you. You make me feel safe, Ari.” He kissed the tip of her nose before leaning back slightly, “May I remove your clothing now?” he requested. Y/N nodded eagerly.
Ari smirked mischievously at her response before grabbing hold of the hem of her tank top and slowly pulling it upwards, exposing more skin to his hungry eyes. After removing the garment completely, Ari carelessly tossed it aside and lustfully gazed at her bare torso. She bit her bottom lip as she covered herself shyly with one arm across her chest.
“Don’t hide yourself from me, baby. You’re beautiful,” he murmured softly. She swallowed hard as he reached out towards her and gently pried away her arm, revealing the rest of her body.
“So perfect,” he breathed out in awe. Her heart raced wildly as his fingertips traced along the outline of her curves, “You’re so gorgeous, Y/N.” Ari dipped down and captured one nipple between his lips, suckling gently upon it.
She gasped loudly as he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, sending jolts of electricity throughout her entire being. He then moved onto the other breast and gave it the same treatment. She writhed underneath him as he continued teasing her sensitive nipples with his mouth.
Eventually, Ari released them with a pop and began trailing kisses down her stomach, stopping right above the waistband of her skirt. He glanced up at her briefly before hooking his thumbs into the sides of her skirt and panties and pulling them both off in one swift motion. Her cheeks became hot when he stared hungrily at her exposed lower half. “You’re so wet for me already,” he stated huskily.
Y/N whimpered softly as he spread apart her legs wide open, “Ari...” she whined pitifully. Ari smirked wickedly at her before lowering himself between her thighs.
“I’m going to devour you now, baby girl.” Y/N panted heavily as he pressed his lips against the inside of her thigh, kissing his way upwards towards her dripping core. She cried out loudly when his tongue swiped across her slit teasingly, tasting her juices. He hummed appreciatively at her flavor before diving back in, lapping eagerly at her entrance.
She moaned uncontrollably as he sucked and nibbled on her swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire being. Ari continued feasting on her until she was trembling violently underneath him.
He lifted his head slightly to look up at her. “Are you ready for me?” he asked huskily. Y/N nodded frantically as she reached down to grip onto his hair tightly, “Yes... please... I need you inside me,” she begged shamelessly. Ari chuckled darkly before crawling back up towards her face and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She moaned against his lips as she tasted herself.
He broke away from her mouth and gazed intensely into her eyes. “Are you sure?” he questioned seriously. She nodded eagerly once again.
“Yes! Please, Ari!” He grinned devilishly at her response before reaching over towards the nightstand beside them and grabbing a condom from the drawer. Y/N watched intently as he ripped open the package with his teeth and rolled the latex over his length. Once he finished preparing himself, Ari positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward slowly, entering her completely.
Y/N cried out loudly as he stretched her walls apart, filling her completely. He groaned deeply as he buried his face into the crook of her neck and began thrusting in and out of her at a steady pace. She clung tightly to him desperately as he repeatedly slammed into her forcefully. Ari lifted his head from her throat and stared deeply into her eyes, “You feel so fucking good wrapped tightly around me, baby,” he murmured lowly.
She moaned breathlessly in response as he increased his pace, pounding into her relentlessly, “Ari...faster!”
He grunted in his throat as he obeyed, quickening his movements while still maintaining his control over her. She threw her head backwards against the pillows, arching her spine upwards.
The combination of his relentless assault on her sensitive spot and the friction of him rubbing against her clit made her delirious with bliss. He continued driving into her mercilessly until her climax hit. A rush of pure ecstasy overwhelmed her senses. She screamed out his name as she convulsed powerfully around him.
“Fuck yes,” he hissed as he continued pounding away, prolonging her orgasm for several minutes. Afterward, she slumped against the mattress, gasping for air, completely spent. He slowed down eventually before halting his movements completely, staying buried deep inside her.
She whimpered pitifully as he pulled out slowly and carefully removed the condom. He tossed the used prophylactic off to the side as he knelt on the bed between her spread open thighs.
She gazed up at him exhaustedly as she ran her fingertips lightly along his thighs. “That was amazing,” she breathed out with a blissful smile.
Ari grinned proudly down at her as he leaned forward to kiss her lips tenderly. “You were incredible.” She giggled softly as she returned his affectionate gesture before pulling back slightly to look into his eyes, “So...does this make it official now?” she teased, referring to their relationship status. Ari chuckled deeply before wrapping his arms around her waist and rolling them over so that she straddled his lap. “I guess it does,” he replied huskily.
She smiled widely as she placed both hands upon his chest and began rocking her hips against him, grinding herself against his hardness. He groaned appreciatively as he gripped onto her hips tightly, guiding her movements.
“Ride me, baby girl,” he demanded huskily. Y/N grinned wickedly at him before lifting herself up slightly and sinking down onto him slowly. They both moaned loudly in unison as she enveloped him completely. She began bouncing on top of him, riding him hard and fast.
Ari growled low in his throat as he watched intently as she bounced up and down on his length, “Fuck...you’re perfect,” he praised. Her eyes rolled back into her head as his tip repeatedly hit her g-spot over and over again. Ari reached up to cup both breasts firmly, squeezing them roughly as she continued bouncing on top of him. He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting them harshly.
A small whimper escaped her lips, “Ari...” she whined pitifully. He smirked smugly at the sound. “You like that, don’t you, baby girl?” Y/N nodded frantically as she increased her pace, slamming herself harder against him. Ari released one of her breasts and moved his hand downwards towards her clit. He pressed his thumb against the sensitive nub and rubbed it while continuing to pinch her nipple with his other hand.
“Ahhh! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted loudly, throwing her head backwards. Ari growled ferally as he thrusted upwards meeting her halfway, “Come for me, baby girl!” he commanded forcefully. She cried out his name as she felt her walls convulse around him, milking him. Ari grunted deeply as he climaxed simultaneously with her, spurting his hot seed inside her womb. He groaned huskily as he filled her completely.
Once they rode out their high together, she collapsed upon Ari’s chest, gasping for air. He wrapped his arms around her frame protectively and held her tightly against him as he nuzzled his nose against her forehead. “Mmm...that was wonderful,” he murmured softly. Y/N hummed contentedly as she snuggled closer towards him, “It was...but can we cuddle for a few minutes? I’m exhausted.” Ari chuckled deeply as he pressed a loving kiss upon her head, “Of course. Whatever you wish, baby girl.”
She smiled happily before closing her eyes tiredly, allowing herself to drift off into a peaceful slumber while listening to the comforting sound of Ari’s heartbeat thumping steadily beneath her ear.
When morning came, she woke up feeling refreshed and satisfied. However, a sudden wave of panic washed over her when she realized the bed was empty. Quickly, she sat up and looked around frantically, only to find Ari nowhere in sight. “Ari?” she called out timidly. There was no response. “Ari?” she tried again.
Still, nothing.
Her heart rate spiked as her breathing quickened in fear. “Ari?!” she yelled out louder. Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open, revealing a shirtless Ari wearing only pajama bottoms and holding two mugs of coffee. “Sorry. Had to make coffee,” Ari chuckled as he sauntered over towards the bed with a charming smirk plastered upon his face.
Y/N sighed deeply in relief as her panic disappeared completely. “Oh, thank god,” she breathed out, placing a hand over her rapidly beating heart. Ari handed her a mug before sitting down beside her. “You ok, baby girl? I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized. She smiled weakly, “No, no. It’s fine. I was just worried you’d left or something.”
Ari frowned slightly at her admission. “Of course not. Why would I ever leave such an amazing girl?” he murmured gently. Her cheeks heated at his words before sipping her coffee. Ari chuckled lightly as he pulled her onto his lap and began nuzzling his nose against the nape of her neck lovingly, “I could never abandon you, baby girl.”
She giggled joyfully at the ticklish sensation his action created. “You promise?” Ari lifted his head to look into her eyes. “Absolutely. I’m yours forever.” She beamed brightly as she leaned forward to peck his lips lightly. “Good.”
Two months had passed since Ari had started dating and during those couple months, she felt happier than she’s ever been before. But it was increasingly getting harder to keep her parents in the dark about their relationship.
As much as she hated the idea of having to sneak around behind her dad’s back, it was worth it to avoid unnecessary drama and tension between her father and Ari. They haven’t seen each other as often as she wished, though.
However, today would change that. Her father was visiting relatives in New York while her mother had gone away on a business trip for the weekend.
So, she decided to invite Ari over for dinner tonight so they could spend some quality time together without worrying about getting caught. She wanted to cook something special for him since he’s always treating her so wonderfully.
So, she spent all afternoon preparing a delicious meal for them both: homemade lasagna, Caesar salad, garlic breadsticks, and chocolate cake for dessert. Once everything was ready, she quickly showered and changed into a cute outfit before heading downstairs to wait for Ari’s arrival.
Just as she finished setting the table, the doorbell rang loudly throughout the house. She smiled brightly as she skipped over towards the front door excitedly and swung it open, revealing Ari standing outside holding two bouquets of flowers in each hand.
“Hey beautiful,” he greeted with a charming smile. Y/N grinned at his gesture as she stepped aside to let him inside. “You didn’t have to bring me flowers.”
Ari chuckled lightly as he handed her one of the bouquets before leaning forward to kiss her cheek softly. “I wanted to.” Her cheeks heated as she accepted both gifts from him and closed the door behind him. “Thank you. They’re gorgeous.” Ari smirked smugly at her response as he followed behind her towards the kitchen. “Not nearly as gorgeous as you are.”
She shook her head as she placed the flowers into a vase filled with water and set them on the countertop before turning around to face him again. “You’re such a charmer,” she teased playfully.
Ari shrugged casually before pulling her close against him and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. “Only for you, baby girl.” Y/N giggled happily as he dipped down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. She moaned softly into his mouth as he slipped his tongue inside, tangling it with hers.
After several minutes of intense kissing, they broke apart breathlessly. Ari gazed deeply into her eyes while stroking her cheek tenderly with his thumb.
“I missed you,” he murmured huskily. “I missed you too. So much,” she replied softly. Ari smirked mischievously at her reply before leaning forward once more and pecking her lips lightly. “How long do we have the house to ourselves?” he asked curiously. She bit her bottom lip as she averted her gaze away from his intense stare. “Until Monday.”
Ari raised an eyebrow at her response. “Really? That’s quite a long time. What about your father?” Y/N sighed heavily at the mention of him, “He’s out-of-town visiting relatives in New York for the weekend and mom had gone away on a business trip for the entire weekend.” Ari grinned widely at her words as he cupped both cheeks between his palms and kissed her deeply again. “Perfect. We can spend all day tomorrow together,” he murmured against her lips.
“Come on, I cooked us dinner.” She grabbed hold of his hand and led him towards the dining room where their meal waited patiently for them to eat it. Ari whistled loudly as he took notice of all the food she had prepared.
“Damn, baby girl. This looks incredible.” Y/N smiled proudly, overjoyed by how well everything turned-out. “Thanks. It’s nothing really.” Ari shook his head firmly as he pulled out one of the chairs for her to sit down before taking a seat beside her. “Are you kidding? This is amazing! No one’s ever cooked me anything so extravagant before.”
“Well, it’s not every day that we get to spend alone,” she pointed out as she served him a generous amount of lasagna and salad. “Now enjoy your food. Don’t want it going cold,” she instructed firmly. Ari grinned appreciatively at her generosity as he took a bite out of one of the breadsticks. He groaned loudly in appreciation at the delicious taste. “You made these yourself?”
She nodded proudly as she sipped on her wine. “Of course. Only the best for you.” Ari hummed appreciatively as he swallowed down his first bite with another swig of red liquid, “Fuck me...” he murmured lowly to himself after taking a few seconds to savor the flavors lingering within his mouth, “This is the most exquisite thing I’ve ever tasted.” She giggled softly at his dramatic reaction before scooping up some salad onto her plate. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” Ari glanced over at her briefly with a boyish grin. “Like it? I love it!”
Y/N giggled again as she nibbled on some greens. The two ate their fill before clearing up afterward and deciding to move things to the living room, where they enjoyed a bottle of champagne whilst watching TV. She snuggled closer into Ari’s side as he wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders. Ari leaned over and placed a chaste kiss against her forehead. “What did you have in mind for our weekend alone?” he asked with a slight hint of curiosity laced through his voice.
“Well, I thought we could stay in all weekend. You know, watch movies, make-out, fuck,” she teased playfully, earning a chuckle from Ari.
“Sounds perfect. As long as we get plenty of time alone together,” Ari replied huskily as he squeezed her arm lightly, “I need you, baby girl.”
The following morning, Y/N awoke bright and early, ready to start her day with Ari. She quickly showered and changed into shorts and a tank-top before heading downstairs to fix breakfast for them both. Ari stumbled sleepily down the stairs shortly afterward, dressed only in loose sweatpants hanging dangerously low upon his hips. He yawned tiredly as he ran a hand through his messy bed head while shuffling his way towards the kitchen where Y/N stood making coffee.
“Morning, handsome,” she greeted cheerfully. Ari grunted groggily as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and buried his face against her neck. “Morning baby girl,” he mumbled against her skin, placing a soft kiss upon her pulse point. She giggled lightly as his facial hair tickled her slightly. “Sleep well?”
Ari hummed deeply as he pressed another tender kiss against her flesh. “Better than ever. It’s been ages since we last shared a bed together,” he remarked sadly. She frowned slightly at his words. “I know. But I do have some good news. I’ve been thinking about getting a place of my own.” Ari lifted his head from her neck to peer down at her with furrowed brows. “Really? How come?”
Y/N shrugged casually. “It’s time to start my life. And I can’t exactly do that with my dad constantly breathing down my neck,” she explained before pouring two cups of coffee and handing one to Ari. “I want my independence.” Ari smiled proudly at her as he accepted the mug gratefully and took a small sip. “I think that’s an excellent idea.
When are you planning on moving out?” She grinned widely as she reached up to caress his cheek tenderly with her palm, “Hopefully next month. Maybe you could help me?” Ari chuckled deeply at her request. “Of course. Whatever you need,” he answered lovingly before dipping down and pressing his lips against hers firmly, kissing her deeply.
She moaned softly into his mouth when she tasted hints of bitterness upon his tongue. Ari growled low as he gripped onto her hips tightly while backing her against the kitchen island.
She gasped in surprise when her bottom came into contact with the edge of the marble countertop. Ari took advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue past them and delve deep into the wet cavern of her mouth.
She reluctantly pulled away. “As much as I love kissing you, I need to finish breakfast.” Ari pouted slightly at the loss of contact but didn’t protest any further. “Fine.” Y/N giggled lightly as she pecked his lips quickly before turning around and continuing with making pancakes for them both.
Ari watched her intently as she worked diligently on preparing their meal. He admired how beautiful she looked standing there wearing nothing but shorts and a tank-top with her hair pulled up into a messy bun atop her head. He loved seeing her like this: relaxed and carefree.
He couldn’t resist anymore. Ari closed the remaining distance between them, standing directly behind her, and wrapped his arms securely around her waist once again. “I love you,” he murmured into her ear softly. She froze momentarily when his hot breath ghosted over the shell of her lobe, causing goosebumps to form on her skin, “Ari...”
“I’m serious,” Ari stated firmly as he trailed small kisses along the side of her neck down towards her shoulder blade where he bit down on it gently causing her to gasp loudly in response, “Ever since that evening, when your Dad invited me over for dinner, you’ve captured my heart completely.
He pressed his chest firmly against her back as he nuzzled her hair affectionately, inhaling her intoxicating scent of strawberry shampoo mixed with her own sweetness. “I’ve never felt this way before about anyone. Ever,” he breathed out heavily. Y/N spun around in his embrace and gazed deeply into Ari’s sincere blue irises.
“Ari...I...” she began only to trail off, unsure of what to say next. He smiled softly at her uncertainty before leaning forward and capturing her lips in a loving kiss once again. “Say you love me too,” Ari pleaded against her mouth as he cupped her cheeks tenderly between his large hands.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as she responded, “Ari, I- “ She was interrupted by a sudden loud ringing coming from above, startling them both. They jumped apart immediately. Ari frowned deeply at the intrusion before sighing heavily and pulling away from her completely to head upstairs and grab his phone off of the nightstand. She groaned internally when she heard his footsteps receding from her sight, leaving her alone once more to continue making breakfast in peace.
What just happened?
Ari walked back downstairs, holding his cell phone in one hand whilst typing away on the device with his free one. “That was your father. He’s calling to check on you since it’s Sunday. Apparently, he hasn’t heard from you since he left town,” he informed her with an annoyed tone evident in his voice.
She rolled her eyes as she placed their food onto plates. “I haven’t answered his calls because I haven’t talked to him.” Ari furrowed his brow as he sat down at the dining table across from her. “Why? What happened? Are you fighting with him?”
“Not really. It’s complicated,” she answered vaguely. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Fine. Then let’s eat.” She nodded her head silently while munching on a piece of bacon, “So...how did it go with dad yesterday? I hope you didn’t cause any trouble,” she teased playfully, hoping to lighten the mood.
Ari smirked slightly at her comment. “Nope. I behaved myself perfectly.” She laughed loudly at his answer before taking another bite out of her pancakes. Ari watched her closely with a serious expression etched across his handsome features, “I’m serious, Y/N. Your father is very important to me. I would never intentionally upset him by getting into an argument with him. Especially not over something so trivial as a simple misunderstanding.”
“Yeah well, dad is a bit of a drama queen sometimes,” she joked lightly. Ari chuckled deeply in agreement. “Yes, he certainly is.”
After finishing their meal together, they moved to the living room where they relaxed lazily upon the couch while cuddling under a warm blanket and watching reruns of Family Guy. She laid her head upon Ari’s chest as she listened to the steady rhythmic beat of his heart beating beneath her ear. She felt completely at ease listening to him breathe steadily.
“So...is there a reason you’ve been avoiding talking to your father? Or are you just being stubborn?” Ari asked curiously. She shrugged indifferently. “No reason. Just haven’t spoken to him since last week.” Ari hummed thoughtfully at her answer. “And what happened last week?”
She sighed, “Nothing much. Just a typical argument between father and daughter.” Ari nodded his head slowly as he ran his fingers through her silky locks tenderly. “I see. And what about?” she remained silent, refusing to give an explanation, “Y/N, please. Whatever it is, I promise not to get upset.”
“It doesn’t matter, Ari,” she whispered quietly. Ari frowned deeply at her stubbornness, “Obviously it does if you won’t tell me what happened.” She sighed again in frustration, knowing that he wasn’t going to drop the subject until she gave him an answer. “We were arguing about moving out,” she mumbled reluctantly. Ari raised an eyebrow at her response as he tightened his arms around her tiny frame. “Really? Why?”
“Because he’s scared that I’m growing up too fast,” she admitted honestly, “And that I’m gonna get hurt or something. Plus, he doesn’t want to lose me.”
Ari chuckled softly, causing her head to bounce lightly atop his chest. “And is that a possibility?” she glanced up at him briefly with an uncertain expression. “I don’t know,” she answered truthfully, “Maybe.”
Ari shook his head firmly at her uncertainty. “Well, I don’t think so. You’re strong and independent. You can handle yourself just fine.” She smiled gratefully at his words. “Thank you. That means a lot coming from you, Ari.” Ari returned her smile with a loving one of his own. “Anytime, baby girl.”
A week later, Y/N and Ari decided to tell the truth about their relationship after dinner one night. She invited Ari over and everything seemed to be going fine. They cooked together, ate together, cleaned up together and then afterward they sat down in the living room together for a nice chat.
“So, dad, mom, there’s something I need to tell you,” She announced nervously. Ari took hold of her trembling hand into his large one and squeezed reassuringly, “It’s okay,” She gulped loudly as she glanced over at her parents’ faces who wore confused expressions, “Mom, dad, Ari and I have been secretly seeing each other for... a while,” she blurted out quickly, waiting anxiously for their reaction.
Her mother’s eyes widened slightly. “What?” She nodded her head slowly. “Ari and I have been together romantically. For some time now.” Her father stared directly into Ari’s gaze with narrowed eyes filled with anger. “Is this true, Ari?” he demanded through clenched teeth.
Ari nodded his head confidently. “Yes, it is. And I care deeply about your daughter.” Y/N smiled brightly, overjoyed by his confession. Her mother smiled too as she reached over and gripped onto Ari’s other free hand tightly, “Well, then welcome to the family Ari,” she said happily, causing her to laugh loudly in relief. She leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on Ari’s cheek.
“Wait, hold on a minute here,” her father interjected, suddenly gaining their attention. “Are you serious, Ari? You’re dating my little girl?” Ari grinned sheepishly at his friend as he nodded his head. “Yes. Yes, I am.” She smiled widely at Ari. “Dad, please don’t be mad. I love Ari,” she pleaded desperately. Her father sighed heavily. “I’m not mad, honey, but it does concern me.”
She frowned at his statement. “Why? Are you worried that we won’t last long?” she questioned curiously. Her father scoffed loudly at her question. “Of course not, honey. Ari is like a son to me.” Ari grinned proudly, overjoyed at hearing that information. “Thanks. That means a lot to me,” he thanked gratefully.
Her father smiled at him genuinely. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go get ready for bed. I need to...process this,” he announced before standing up abruptly and making his way out of the living room, leaving everyone behind.
Her mother stood up next and stretched her arms above her head, “He'll come around. Night you two,” she bid goodnight before walking out of the room and following behind her husband. She waited a few moments after everyone left to finally speak up.
“Well, that went a lot better than I expected,” she teased playfully, making Ari chuckle softly in amusement. Ari turned to face her completely with a serious expression etched upon his handsome face, “So what now?” he wondered aloud, causing her to tilt her head sideways curiously at him, “What do you mean?”
“Now that they know, are things going to change between us?” he asked anxiously.
“No. Not at all,” she answered confidently before adding, “If anything, they will only get even better. Besides, you’ve always known that my dad loves you.” Ari sighed contentedly, “I know. I just had to hear it come straight out of his mouth before believing it,” he confessed softly.
A month after moving into her new home, Y/N had settled in comfortably, thanks to Ari’s help. Living under her parents’ roof, with their disapproval of her relationship, was no longer an option. Now, she was just a few blocks from Ari’s place, which turned out to be incredibly convenient. Ari had practically moved in with her, staying over every night and cooking all their meals. They had become closer and more intimate, learning how to trust each other completely.
Tonight, she was making spaghetti and meatballs, Ari’s favorite. She hummed softly as she stirred the marinara sauce, watching it bubble. From the garage came the sound of Ari working on his old Cadillac convertible, Metallica blaring from the radio.
The kitchen timer dinged, indicating the garlic bread was ready. Opening the oven, she carefully took out the hot dish with potholders, the delicious aroma wafting up to her. She set the bread on the countertop and removed the potholders, smiling in anticipation of the meal they would soon share.
“Ari, dinner’s ready!” she called out, trying to be heard over the music. There was no response; he was probably too engrossed in his work. Barefoot, she made her way to the garage.
Entering, she saw Ari lean over the car’s engine, his shirt off, revealing a sweat-drenched back. His usual black sweatpants and leather shoes completed the look. “Baby, dinner’s done,” she said brightly, her eyes admiring him from a distance. Ari looked up, his attention shifting to her. “Did you say something?”
“Oh shit! Sorry, princess. I was so engrossed in fixing this damn engine I didn’t notice you were there. Give me a few minutes and I’ll rinse off real quick and meet you inside.” She nodded understandingly. “Alright. I’ll get things set up. Don’t be long, okay?” Ari flashed her his trademark charming grin as she turned away and walked back inside the house, leaving Ari alone again in the garage.
After setting aside his dirty gloves, Ari headed for a quick shower while she prepared their spaghetti and meatballs dinner. Minutes later, he re-entered the kitchen, looking fresh and crisp in a white button-up shirt tucked into dark blue jeans, his damp hair loosely falling to his chin. His blue eyes shone under the fluorescent lights.
“Took you long enough,” she teased, laying out the silverware on the dining table. Ari responded with a deep chuckle, wrapping her in a warm embrace. “Sorry, princess. It took a bit to scrub off all that grease and oil.”
He kissed her forehead gently, breathing in her scent. “You smell great, baby,” he complimented, his eyes briefly trailing over her before meeting hers again. “Mm, I’m starving. Let’s eat.”
Dinner was mostly uneventful, save for their occasional flirting. After their dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, Ari wrapped his arms around her and spun her around. “Woah there, big boy,” she giggled. He dipped her gently until her hair hung loose against her shoulders, the tips brushing against the floor. She stared up at him with adoring eyes, her arms encircling his neck.
“Thanks for cooking tonight, baby. It was great,” he whispered against her skin as he placed light butterfly kisses along her neckline, earning a sigh from the woman he loved. “Always,” she responded.
A soft moan escaped her when his lips trailed up to her earlobe where he nipped on the sensitive skin, drawing out a gasp from her, his tongue licking across its edges. Heat began pooling between her legs at his touch and she closed her eyes as shivers ran throughout her body. “Ari, wait...”
“What is it?” he whispered against her skin again.
“Let’s go to the beach.”
Ari pulled back and stared at her, a confused look plastered on his face, “The beach? Tonight? It’s pitch black outside,” he laughed softly.
“So?” she responded innocently, giving him a coy smile. He grinned and shook his head. “Whatever you want, princess.”
Hand in hand, they strolled out towards the beach, arriving at the shore where the waves lapped softly at the sand. Ari encircled her waist, pulling her close as they both gazed out at the ocean. “Ari?” she spoke softly. He hummed in acknowledgment. “Thank you. For everything. Life is so much brighter with you.”
Facing him, her smile grew as she met his gaze. His own smile widened, his eyes tender and warm. The intensity of his look sent a wave of warmth through her.
Gently cupping her cheek, Ari spoke with deep affection. “I love you more than anything, Y/N.” His words left her breathless, feeling the weight and passion behind them.
He pulled her even closer, their bodies pressed tightly. “You mean everything to me, princess.”
Her eyes shimmered with emotion. “I’d choose you again and again, Ari.” His own eyes moistened under the setting sun. Leaning down, he kissed her sweetly, a kiss that resonated with happiness and love. Her fingers weaved into his hair as their kiss deepened, perfectly in sync.
Breaking away after a few moments, she ran towards the shallow waves, laughter trailing behind her. She twirled in the water, feeling free and elated as Ari jogged after her. “Don’t you dare ruin this moment!” he called out playfully, his wide grin matching her joy.
“What ever do you mean, Mr. Levinson?” she asked coyly before splashing water at him. Ari chuckled deeply before chasing after her through the cool ocean waves. They chased each other for several minutes until Ari caught up with her, wrapping his arms securely around her waist from behind.
He lifted her up into the air effortlessly as she squealed loudly in delight. He spun her around slowly in circles while gazing lovingly into her beautiful eyes. “You’re my whole world, princess,” he whispered. “And I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.” Sheleaned in and pressed her forehead against his. “Promise?”
“I promise, baby. With all my heart.” Their lips met once again in a passionate kiss, sealing their future together.
Series Summary: After running away from your small hometown you venture out into the vast landscape, in search of a better life in New York City. When you meet truck driver Ari Levinson at a gas station, he offers you a ride, promising to take you as far as he can. But when it inevitably becomes time to part ways, will you follow your head or your heart?
Series warnings: Large age gap (Ari is 40, reader is in her early 20's), misogynistic men, physical altercations/violence (although not graphic), big beefy trucker daddy Ari, sassy and confident reader, fluff, angst.
Smut warnings for this series: Daddy kink, dom/sub undertones, praise, dumbification, a bit of degradation (nothing crazy), fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), forced multiple orgasms, rough sex, dirty talk (ari is filthy), spanking, pet names, shower sex, choking, anal play, mention of anal sex, breeding kink/creampie kink.
Status: Complete
Heated Encounter
Saving Grace
Sugar & Spice*
Diners & Disasters*
Come Hell or Highways*
Story drabbles: (read in order)
Ari's POV (Set after Saving Grace)
Coming Home* (Set after Come Hell or Highways)
A (Pretty Decent) Proposal (set after Coming Home)
Road Head* (Set after A (Pretty Decent) Proposal)
Tattoos Together (set after A (Pretty Decent) Proposal)
More Than This (set after A (Pretty Decent) Proposal)
Part 2: Baby Fever*
Random drabbles/requests/HC:
Trucker!Ari visual board
Reader testing Ari's patience*
Ari's love language* (headcannon)
Sucking on Ari* (drabble request, 500 followers celebration)
Look at daddy* (HC request, 500 followers celebration)
Summary: Ari loves the sweet scent of you, which is why he's content to live between your thighs.
Warnings: Smut, Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Begging, Oral Sex (fem rec), Pussy Spanking, Slight Chase Kink, Light D/s themes, Minors DNI
A/N: Written for @curls-and-eyeliner. Hopefully this is okay, ya'll. I'm honestly not sure if it worked the way I intended. Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
It’s no secret that Ari adores you, but you’ve learned over the course of your relationship that he is particularly fond of the way you smell. Your natural essence of spiced, sugared vanilla draws him in like a moth to a flame.
Which means he was always looking for a reason to touch you – to pull you close and breathe you in. Whether he’s hauling you against his broad chest to bury his nose in your hair while you’re cooking dinner, or he’s busy cascading soft, sweet kisses along the delicate column of your throat when you’re both snuggled up on the couch.
Your scent is like a drug. It calls to him – like a siren’s song – demanding that your handsome Bounty Hunter give in and help himself to his next hit.
This man is hooked on you and it’s honestly one of the most exhilarating things you’ve ever experienced. Growing up, you’d never dreamed someone would desire you like this; that anyone would want you in such an all-consuming way.
“I’m going to burn the chicken if you don’t cut it out.” You hum, smiling when you feel his brawny arms tighten around your waist. “And then we won’t have anything to eat but mashed potatoes and asparagus.”
“Mm. Then maybe we’ll just have to order-in.” His warm lips dance along your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“Beast.” You try again, intending to issue a light reprimand. Instead your voice comes out soft and breathy.
“You can feed me my dessert while we wait.” Ari’s long, talented fingers travel to the waistband of your pink sleep shorts, lightly tugging at the drawstring. “Just think about it.” You briefly lose your train of thought as you find yourself trying to remember if you were even wearing panties.
You’re pretty sure that you’d neglected to put them on again after your shower. At the time, you’d told yourself that you were trying to save yourself from having to make another trip to Victoria’s Secret.
It wasn’t your fault that your Beast wasn’t always house-trained. He was the kind of man who had a propensity for ripping off your underthings and tucking them into his pocket. Which meant you often had to make adjustments to your wardrobe.
And all of it because the scent of your arousal drove him wild.
Your musings are interrupted when a sudden pop of grease splashes out of the cast iron skillet, just missing both you and your man. “Alright, hands to yourself now, Beast. We’re working around hot oil and I’d feel terrible if you got hurt.”
Jesus H. Christ, you should’ve picked another day to fry this incorrigible man some chicken.
Ari nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, gently nipping at your pulse point. “I just need a fix, baby. One little hit and I’ll be good for the rest of the night.”
“Ari…” You blow out an exasperated breath as you reach for your tongs to flip your meat. “You don’t even know if I’ve showered or not today.”
“Don’t care.” He grunts, one big hand reaching into your shorts to possessively cup your increasingly damp pussy. “You know I love how you smell. Almost as much as I love the way you taste.” Ari lips move on to kiss along the shell of your ear. A shudder courses through you when he tugs the sensitive load between his sharp teeth.
“I’m proud to wear my girl.”
Your thighs clench of their own accord, your empty walls clenching around nothing. Apparently your body was just as hungry for him as he was for you.
“Y–you can’t go around just saying things like that.” It comes out as a whimper as your cheeks heat, meanwhile Ari busies himself with grinding the heel of his lightly calloused palm against your already throbbing clit.
“Why not, Duchess? Am I being too crass for you?” He teases as his free hand comes up to knead your breast, squeezing with just the amount of roughness he knew made your knees weak. “Turn that shit off and come feed me. I’ve been dying to get between those thighs all fuckin’ day.”
“But–but…” Your eyes flutter closed even as you reach for the knob that controls the burner, switching it off. Maybe he was right. You hated to waste this, but you could always try again another day.
Preferably on a night when your very persistent Beast was working late.
“There we go. I knew my woman wasn’t the type to let me go hungry.” Ari murmurs, releasing his grip on your now very wet pussy in favor of tugging down your shorts. A growl rumbles deep in his throat as he watches them fall to the ground at your feet. “I knew you couldn’t be that mean.”
“You owe me chicken alfredo from Guiseppe’s, you animal.” You snarl, removing the pan from the heat.
“Consider it done, baby.” You could tell without looking at him that he was obviously pleased with himself.
God this man was an absolute menace. But he was yours, which meant you had to keep him. Hell, you were pretty sure that if you ever tried to put him up for adoption you were pretty sure he’d find his way home.
Back to you. Wherever you were.
Feeling bold, you wiggle out of the Bounty Hunter’s grasp, only to be surprised when he lets you go.
“Bet you can’t catch me.” You challenge, making a sudden dash for the stairs.
Of course you knew he’d catch you. But sometimes you liked running from your Beast – because he was the type to always give chase which would only add spice to the proceedings.
And just like you knew he’d be, your Bounty Hunter is on you before you reach the fourth step. A scream escapes you – but you both know it’s one of excitement. After all, Ari Levinson was every inch the predator. It’s why you lovingly referred to him as “your Beast”.
“Gotcha now, Duchess.” He hisses, a heady mix of exhilaration and pride coursing through his veins. And that’s when you finally notice the impressive tent hidden beneath the fabric of his light gray sweats.
God, you had a feeling this man was gonna wreck you tonight. You just hoped you’d be able to walk in a straight line come tomorrow morning.
Ari takes that moment to flip you over before gently maneuvering your body in such a way that allows you to slide down a couple of steps.
“Yeah, you caught me.” You breathe, your body aching for him. And then you part your thighs, feeling more than a little empowered when you notice the way his imperious gaze darkens with lust at the sight of your glistening cunt. “Now…what are you going to do with me?”
Grabbing the edge of your nightshirt, you slowly pull it over your head, baring your breasts. If this man wanted you and was so willing to *ruin* your dinner for it, then who were you to deny him?
Immediately, Ari buries his face between your slick covered thighs, his powerful hands coming up to quickly throw your legs over his muscled shoulders. A deep, satisfied groan of appreciation escapes his throat as he sucks your pulsing clit into his warm, waiting mouth.
“Holy shit!” You cry, burying your hands in his soft, chestnut strands. “Sir, please!” Your body begins to tremble as you’re treated to the most sensual of assaults.
One thick finger gently prods at your entrance, seeking refuge in your slippery cunt. At the same time, you feel Ari release your sensitive bundle of nerves, content to lap at it with his wicked tongue.
“That's it now. Fuckin' drench me, Bird.” He orders softly, his voice coming out slightly muffled.
And then pauses he pauses again – this time to nuzzle his nose against your slippery folds. Your entire body quivers when he takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent and reveling in your wetness.
“My fuckin’ pussy.” Ari snarls, his flat tongue dragging a long, greedy swipe along your cunt. “Mine.” He pulls away long enough to slap your core in silent demand.
“Fuck yes!” You agree, eagerly rocking your hips in time with each delicious lash of his tongue. He swirls it over your little bundle of nerves, making your toes curl.
“Would wear you all day if you’d let me.” His nimble fingers begin to work you over, stretching you in the way he knew would make you crazy. “Proud to wear my girl.”
“Omigosh!Omigosh!Omigosh!” You wail, your velvety walls clenching around his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you.
“Promise to always feed me when I need it, little Bird.” You feel his teeth lightly graze your clit once more, loving the way it makes you thrash and moan.
That’s right. This man was breaking you down on your living room stairs. And it was so good that you couldn’t even be bothered to make yourself give a proper fuck.
Dear God, this was the most exquisite kind of pleasure.
“Don’t you dare let me starve.” His fingers curve inside you, expertly finding your spot.
Holy fucking shit your man was making one hell of compelling argument, as evidenced by sweet cries and your shaking legs.
“Never.” Your thighs tighten around his head, threatening to smother him even as you gush around him.
Just the way you knew he fucking loved.
“There we go -- yeah, that’s it.” Ari rasps, smacking your right flank, reveling in the way you clench around him as you continue to ride his face. Meanwhile, you’re busy writhing in your man’s arms, trying not to escape his grasp as that familiar coil of pleasure begins to tighten in your belly.
You know he knows you’re close. So he picks up his pace, clearly enjoying the way you’re coming apart under his feral loving.
“I just need one good one from you – just one good one to start. And then I’m gonna give you my cock.” He increases the pace of his fingers, not missing the way your head is thrown back in complete submission. “And after that, I’ll order you dinner.”
“Fuck, Beast!” You pant, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. "Whatever you fucking say - ooh!" Your open palm slaps against the wall as you try to run. But his grip is too strong.
Instead he simply chuckles before pausing his feast long enough to press one hot, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh - his teeth scraping over your damp flesh as he takes you higher and higher.
“And while we wait, I’m gonna go ahead feed you my cock.” He quips with a feral flash of teeth. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure you eat every bite.”
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